Let's read Worm and its sequel Ward by Wildbow (One chapter/every day)

The power itself is not useless but the parahuman himself is stupid as a brick so he almost makes his power useless. ;)
Skitter deserves to be recognized for what she did so far: taking some of the strongest parahumans by herself and making some awesome plans to win in a lot of unwinnable situations. This is Skitter's one of the best traits of character.
You don't have anything to say about Coil except for FUCK Coil. I'm right? :D
Meeeh, if I say something of coil, it would be that, it is a snake, elusive, pragmatic and implacable.
And, of course, very poisonous.
At the very least, he deserves the respect that every good villain receives, no matter how evil he may be.
 
I'm going to make a bet with you (of you want) that my opinion will not change even if the whole world will suddenly explode at the end. I'll still be optimistic that they'll populate other worlds and everything will be fine. Nothing, absolute NOTHING will crush my optimism.
No, I was saying that people who want the extermination of an entire race/nationality or to shoot all LGBT people or something similar should not be proud of their opinions because they're not good or healthy opinions.
I'll remind you of the bet, and, I think you're talking about arrogance and megalomania, not optimism.
 
Meeeh, if I say something of coil, it would be that, it is a snake, elusive, pragmatic and implacable.
And, of course, very poisonous.
At the very least, he deserves the respect that every good villain receives, no matter how evil he may be.

Sorry, but I don't have any respect for a villain who kidnap and torture a little defenseless girl. I have ZERO respect for Coil. I'd rather have a little more respect for Jack or Doctor Mother than for Coil. Fuck Coil. I'm going to enjoy so much his demise. :)
 
Actually, about Leet.

I think Wildbow states in one of his WOG's that Leet did better than most people would in his situation with his powers.

Now, not sure if this is fanon or not, but I think it was also said that alert did the usual tinker thing of "build lots of random shit" until you find your specialization. So that locked him out of a bunch of shit because he built it, but as stated earlier, he caught the build anything once niche he was in earlier than anyone else would.

Also, not sure if this is fanon also, but everyone is pretty sure Leet's Passenger absolutely LOATHS him because he's "to carefull".
 
Okay but like Jack's done that too. That and more.

I'm still not sure if he did the same to Bonesaw as Coil did to Dinah. I mean, Bonesaw is obviously crazy and she's enjoying what she's doing and she doesn't seem to be drugged or forced in any ways by Jack. Apparently, maybe he have his hidden ways to control her. But Bonesaw can also protect herself. She's stronger than Jack power-wise, she can simply remove all his safeguards then kill him in any method she wishes. If he'll bother her with something, I think she won't hesitate to destroy him. Unless...he subtle mind controls her or she suffers from Stockholm Syndrome, getting emotionally attached by the man who destroyed her life. One of these can be the only way for Jack to control her. But indeed, Jack is a horrible, horrible person and I can see him capable of everything. Even to give a child Stockholm Syndrome so she'll not have any other choose but to remain by his side (I'm gonna feel a little pity for Bonesaw if this is the reason for her helping him)
 
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Interlude 15 PART 1
Hey there, my homies. I'm so READY to start another....Interlude? Seriously? Another Interlude...so fast? Ok, you got me here, Wildbow, I wonder from which character this Interlude will be told. Last Interlude was about Legend, I won't be surprised if we're following Alexandria or Eidolon this time. See Cauldron through their eyes and get to know their reasons for being loyal to Doctor Mother. Do they honestly trust her, share similar mindset or they just want to see the true nature of her plans then they'll act when they'll decide that she's not the savior angel she wants people to believe she's? My money are on Alexandria Interlude. :) So, while our Undersiders are plotting how to crush a very annoying snake's head in the fastest way possible, I'm going to read this Interlude and see how much I'll be surprised by Wildbow's deliciously twisted and talented mind Interlude 15 (Donation Bonus)

Darkness. Almost a physical presence, bearing down on her as though she were deep underwater and the weight of all of the water above her was pressing against her head and shoulders.
Some of that was fatigue, some of it was hunger, some was thirst. She had no idea how much time had passed. She might have been able to guess from her period, but her body had decided such would be a waste of precious resources. It hadn't come, and she had no idea how many weeks or months it had been.
Darkness, so absolute she couldn't tell if her eyes were open or closed. As she breathed, it almost felt like the dark was pressing down on her, making exhaling harder with every breath. It didn't help that the room smelled like an open sewer mingled with body odor.
Reaching out, she fumbled, felt the dim warmth of skin. An arm so thin she could wrap her hand around it, middle finger and thumb touching. Her hand slid down the arm and her fingers twined with those of a hand smaller than hers. The physical contact seemed to put the physical sensations of air on her skin into a kind of context. The sense of pressure faded.
"I'm hungry," the girl beside her spoke.
"I am too."
"I want to go home."
"I know."
There was the sound of a key in the lock, and her heart leapt.
The light felt like knives being driven into her eye sockets, but she stared anyways. A man, tall, tan and long-haired, entered the room, a lantern in one hand and a plate of food in the other.
He set down the food and then turned to leave.
Ok....ok....Actually this is NOT okay. This is...shit, two girls being kidnapped by an obviously deranged man and tortured. What if...what if one of these girls is Charlotte and this Interlude is told from her POV? Maybe I'm gonna find out how she was raped "shudders". This is not something I was eager to know but its interesting enough to see how this trauma from her past changed her as a person. The unfortunate girls are kept in the dark, in misery and disgusting smell and the psycho who kidnapped them have to carry a lantern with him, showing how DARK can be in that cell. :(Not a pleasant way for me to start this Interlude.

"Thank you!" she called after him. She saw him hesitate.
The door slammed shut after him.
"You thanked him?" The words were accusatory.
She couldn't justify it. Her heart was pounding. She stared at the plate. Soup and bread: enough food for one person, barely enough for two. She could have said she did it in the hopes that he would feed them more often, but she wasn't sure she would be telling the truth.
"Let's… let's just eat," she spoke.
"I knew you were here when I was a block away," Alan spoke. "The number of lights on in these offices is asking for troublemakers to notice and come by. And the doors were unlocked."
Carol looked up in surprise. Composing herself, she answered, "I'm not concerned."

Looks like one of the girls (Charlotte?) started to manifest the Stockholm Syndrome, by being nice to her kidnapper. :( This is getting more sad with each paragraph. The scene quickly moved to another scene ('m not sure if is in the past, present, or in the same time with the kidnapped girls. I'm a bit confused right now:p). A scene featuring Carol, Victoria and Amy's mother and....Alan? Wait a minute, Carol knew Alan? Alan, the Sphere, before he turned into my Nightmare? This is BETTER than expected. I wanted to read about the Good Hero Alan and I'm curious how Carol, a lawyer from Brockton Bay, got to know a world- famous Tinker like Alan? Well, Carol is famous too, being not a simple lawyer, but a hero. ;) But maybe this lady is not Carol I know but Alan's wife.


The man laughed, "No, I imagine you aren't."
"You're back?"
"For a little while, at least. The partners asked if I could come by in case we had to close up shop in a hurry."
"In case the city is condemned?"
"That's it. What are you doing? Are those the files from downstairs?"
Carol nodded, glancing at the crate of paperwork marked '1972'. "We've been saying we would copy them over to digital format the next time business got slow. It won't get much slower than it is now."
"The idea was that everyone in the office would pitch in," Alan answered.
"Everyone in the office is pitching in."
"Except you're the only one here," Alan said. His brow creased in worry, "What's going on? Are you okay?"
She shook her head.
"Talk to me."
Carol sighed.
He sat down on the corner of her desk, reached over and turned off the scanner. "Talk."
"When I agreed to join New Wave, Sarah and I both agreed that I'd keep my job, and I'd strike a balance between work and life in costume."
He nodded.
"I felt like I had to keep coming, even after Leviathan destroyed the city. Keep that promise to myself, keep myself sane. This filing helps, too. It's almost meditative."
"I can't imagine what it would have been like to stay in the city, with everything that's gone on. I heard things in the news, but it
really didn't hit home until I came back."
Carol smiled a little, "Oh, it hasn't been pretty. Addicts and thugs thinking they can band together to take over the city. The Slaughterhouse Nine-"
Alan shook his head in amazement.
"My husband was gravely injured in the attack, you might have heard."
"Richard mentioned it."
"Head injury. Could barely feed himself, could barely walk or speak."
"Amy's a healer, isn't she?"
"Amy has always insisted she couldn't heal brain injuries."
Alan winced. "I see. The worst sort of luck."
Carol smiled, but it wasn't a happy expression. "So imagine my surprise when, after weeks of taking care of my husband, wiping food from his face, giving him baths, supporting him as he walked from the bedroom to the bathroom, Amy decides she'll heal him after all."

"facepalms herself" :facepalm::facepalm::facepalm::facepalm::facepalm: I feel so stupid RIGHT NOW. I'm painful stupid. This is what happens when I don't read further because I'm too impatient to comment over some small scenes that distract my attention from the big scene. Carol is Carol Dallon and Alan is Alan Barnes, Emma's asshole of a father, not Alan "Sphere". This is why they know each other, they're bot liars....I mean lawyers. ;) Alright, the scene with Carol and Alan talking about the City of Damnation is happening right now, in the present. The scene with the two kidnapped girls was possible in the past. What if...what if one of the girls wasn't Charlotte, but a young Carol? What if that scene is from her past and she triggered and got her powers because she was kidnapped and abused? Alright, this make more sense, given the context. Guys, this is Carol Interlude, one of the least persons I was ever thinking that she'll get an Interlude. But its cool, very cool because Dallon family is one damn interesting, fascinating and tragic family.

"I don't understand."
"Neither do I. But we can't ask Amy, because she ran away from home while Mark called to let me know he was okay."
"Something else happened?"
"Oh, quite a bit happened. But if I got into the details of the Slaughterhouse Nine visiting my home, the ensuing fight destroying the ground floor, Bonesaw forcing Amy to kill one of her Frankenstein mutants and inviting her to join the Nine, I think that would
derail the conversation."
Alan opened his mouth to ask a question, then shut it.
"This is strictly confidential, yes?" Carol stated. "Between friends?"
"Always," he replied automatically. After a moment's consideration, he said, "Amy must have been terrified."
"Oh, I imagine she was. Victoria went looking for her after she ran away, returned home empty-handed. I think she was even more
upset than I was, with Amy taking so long to heal Mark. She was almost inarticulate, she was so angry."
"Your daughters are close. The sense of betrayal would be that much stronger."
Carol nodded, then sighed.
"Quite a lot to deal with. I can understand why you'd need some quiet and routine to distract yourself."
Carol fidgeted. "Oh, that wasn't even the worst of it. Victoria's been flirting with the notion of joining the Wards, and she went out to fight the Nine just a few days ago. Apparently she was critically injured. She was carried off for medical care and nobody's seen her since."
"Carried off by who? Or whom?"
"The Undersiders. Who have dropped off the face of the map, in large part. I've tried finding them on my patrols, but all reports suggest they've spread over the city in an attempt to seize large tracts of territory. It's a big city with a lot of stones to overturn and dark corners to investigate."
"So Victoria's missing, now?"
"Or dead," Carol said. She blinked a few times in rapid succession, fighting the need to cry. "I don't know. I was patrolling, searching, and I felt my composure start to slip. I feel like shit for doing it, but I came here, I thought maybe if I took fifteen minutes or half an hour to center myself, I could be ready to start searching again."
"I wouldn't beat yourself up over it."
"She's my daughter, Alan. Something's happened to her, and I don't know what."
"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?"
She shook her head.
"I could call some people, if we organized a search party-"
"Too dangerous when you're talking supervillains and the numbers of armed thugs on the streets. Even civilians are likely to attack
first and ask questions later, if confronted. Besides…" she picked up her cell phone from the corner of her desk. She showed him
the screen, "Cell towers are down. No service."
He frowned. "I- I don't know what to say."
"Welcome back to Brockton Bay, Mr. Barnes."

Carol wrongly thinks that Undersiders got their hands on Victoria. I think that Amy ordered Victoria, using hypnosis, to bring her somewhere so she can help Victoria to heal, without them being bothered by someone else. Amy is trying to help your daughter, Carol, Amy is also your daughter, you raised her since she was a little girl. Stop saying about Victoria that she's your daughter while talking about Amy like she's a stranger. This bothers me. I know that Amy did some awful things lately but she never did anything out of pure malice or revenge because Victoria never shared her feelings. :( As for you, Alan, you should be the last one talking about Dallon sisters and betrayal, when your own daughter betrayed Taylor who was like a sister to her. You never felt ashamed of what your bitch of a daughter did to someone who never deserved her shit.

"Carol, wake up."
Carol stirred. She was sleeping so much of the time now.
There was a man in the doorway. Her heart leapt in her chest.
Then he moved the lantern. A stranger.
"Time's up," he spoke, his voice heavily accented.
"Don't understand," Sarah spoke, her voice thin.
"Where's… where's the other man?" Carol asked. She felt almost ashamed she didn't have a better name for him.
"Quiet," the man snapped. He moved the hand that wasn't burdened with the lantern, and Carol could see a knife. She gasped, or maybe moaned. It was
hard to tell what it was supposed to be, because it was involuntary and her voice caught, making the sound come out more like a yelp or a reedy shriek. She shrank back.
"No, no, no," Sarah squeaked, shaking her head.
Time's up. Sarah had to know what he meant, now.
They'd spent so long in the darkness, in their own filth. They'd eaten so little, grown so weak, and now they'd die. And the thing that upset Carol most was that they would never understand why.
"No!" Sarah shrieked, her voice raw.
The light was so bright it momentarily blinded Carol. She covered her face with her arms. When she looked up again, the man was on his hands and knees.
And her sister… Sarah was standing.
Except standing was the wrong word. Sarah was upright, and her legs were moving, but her toes were barely touching the ground. She wasn't supporting her own weight. She advanced on the man, raising one hand.
Indeed Carol was the one kidnapped some time ago along with...her sister, Sarah. This is the first time when I learn Lady Photon's real name. Gosh, Dallon family is FUCKING CURSED. Well, Sarah is not a Dallon, of course, but she belongs to the same family. This family and Vasil family are the most fucked up families in this world. Dallon/whatever Sarah, her husband and their only surviving daughter' family name is now are fucked because of their merciless and unfair fate, but also because of the people around them and Vasil family is fucked because of its patriarch. Ok, let's see how Carol and Sarah survived to the monster who tried to execute them in cold blood. So, these men kidnapped girls, possible raped them then they killed them when they got tired of them? :rage: I'm going to be so happy if Carol and Sarah triggered and killed all these animals. They deserved EVERYTHING these girls did to them.

Again, that blinding light. It didn't burn the man, nor did it cut him. He reacted like he'd been punched instead, stumbling backward through the doorway.
She hit him again, over and over, wordless cries accompanying each attack. Carol saw only glimpses of the man's bloodied body in the split-seconds the light hung in the air. He was being beaten, pulverized.
She couldn't bring herself to protest. For the first time in long weeks or months, she felt a flicker of hope.
Darkness reigned over them for a few seconds as Sarah stopped to catch her breath.
Carol tried to stand and found her legs were like spaghetti noodles.
She was so busy trying to maintain her balance that she almost didn't see.
The man who'd brought them the food. He stepped into the doorway and raised one hand. A gun.
The report of the handgun was deafening after such a long time in the quiet room.
But they weren't hurt. Sarah had raised her hands, and a glowing, see-through wall stood between them and the man.
He'd tried to attack them? Carol couldn't understand it. He was the one who'd taken care of them. When he'd appeared, she'd been happy. And now it felt like that had been ruined, spoiled.
She felt betrayed and she couldn't understand why.
Again, the gun fired. She flinched, and not because of the noise. It was like she'd been slapped.
Then silence.
Silence, no hunger, no pain, no sense of betrayal. Even Sarah and the wall of light she'd put together were gone.
A flat plain stretched out around her, but she had no body. She could see in every direction.
A crack split the ground. Once the dust had settled, nothing happened for a long time.
More cracks.
It's an egg, she realized, just in time to see it hatch.
The egg's occupant tore free from the crack, unfolding from a condensed point to grow larger with every moment and movement.
Others were hatching from the same egg, spreading out like sparks from the shell of a firework. Each unfolding into something vast and incomprehensible
within seconds of its birth.
But her attention was on the first. She felt it reach out and connect with another that shared a similar trajectory. Still more were doing the same, pairing
off. Forming into trios, in some cases, but most chose to form pairs.
A mate? A partner?
Each settled into a position around the ruined egg, embracing their chosen companions, rubbing against, into and through one another as they continued to grow.
The egg vibrated. Or did it? No, it was an illusion. There were multiple copies of the egg, multiple versions, and they each stirred, deviating from one another until subtle double images appeared.
Then, one by one, they crumpled into a single point. The egg at the center of the formation of these creatures was the last, and for the briefest of moments, it roiled with the pressure and energy of all of the others.
Then it detonated, and the creatures came alive, soaring out into the vastness of the void, trails of dust following in their wake, each with a partner, a
companion, traveling in a different direction.
And she was back in the dark room, staring at the man.
The betrayer.
The memory was already fading, but she instinctively knew that whatever had happened to Sarah had just happened to her.

His gun was spent, which was good, because Sarah had fallen to the ground in the same instant Carol had, and the wall of light was gone.
Carol advanced on him, her emotions so wild and varied and contradictory that she'd seemed to settle into a kind of neutrality, a middle ground where there was only that confused sense of betrayal.

A weapon appeared in her hands, forged of light and energy and electricity. Crude, unrefined, it amounted to little more than a baseball bat.
When she struck him in the leg, the weapon sheared through without resistance. That's good, her thoughts were strangely disconnected from everything else, because I can't hit very hard right now.
He screamed as he fell to the ground, his leg severed.
She hit him again, then again, much like Sarah had with the other man. Except this wasn't simply beating him to a pulp. It was more final than that.
When she was done, the weapon disappeared. Sarah hugged her, and she hugged her sister back.
When she cried, it wasn't the crying of a thirteen year old girl. It was more basic, more raw: the uncontrolled, unrestrained wail one might expect of a baby.

I cried and laughed and was filled with immense joy and immense sadness while reading all of this. This Interlude, man, this fucking Interlude is making me FEEL so much for Carol and Sarah, to the point that I'm going to be ANGRY if something bad will happen to any of them in the future. They suffered so much, they're only 13 when they're kidnapped by those rapist animals, they're children....I was so filled with rage when the animals tried to kill them but so happy when they triggered and slaughtered them like fucking heartless pig they were. You did great, you did excellent, you have all my respect for killing them. If only all the victims can fight back like this...I'm sad and I feel the need to make a stupid joke: I think Carol would win the prize for the best Halloween costume. She can dress easily like a Jedi Knight and summon a fucking REAL LIGHTSABER. The best disguise indeed. ;) Also, I noticed that the Abstract Floating Space Creatures can lay eggs, like they're insects, birds or reptiles. So this is how they multiply. Through eggs. Great, now I can't get rid of the image of Scion (whom I suspect that he's an Endbringer or an Abstract Floating Space Creature with human body) laying eggs everytime after he save someone. :lol:lol

There was a knock on the door. She looked up.
It was Lady Photon. Sarah. "What are you doing here? I've been looking all over."
"I needed a few minutes to myself to think. Get grounded."
Lady Photon gave her a sympathetic look. She hated that look.
"Why did you want me?"
"We found Tattletale. In a fashion. We made contact with her and struck a deal."
Carol didn't like the sound of that, but she wouldn't say that out loud. It would bother her sister, start something. "What was she asking and what was she offering?"
"She wanted a two-week ceasefire. The Undersiders won't give any heroes or civilians any trouble, and we ignore them in exchange."
"That gives them time to consolidate, get a firmer hold on the city."
"Maybe. I talked to Miss Militia about it, and she doesn't think they'll accomplish anything meaningful in that span of time. The Undersiders have their hands full with white supremacists and some leftover Merchants, the Protectorate and Wards aren't part of the ceasefire and they'll be putting pressure on the Undersiders as well."
"I'm not so optimistic," Carol commented. She sighed again. "I would have liked to be part of that negotiation."
"We didn't know where you were. But let's not fight again. The important thing is that Tattletale pointed us in the right direction. We think we know where your daughters are."
Daughters? Plural?
Carol couldn't put a name to the feeling that had just sucker-punched her.
"Give me thirty seconds to change," she said, standing from her chair.
Lady Photon settled a deal with Tattletale to let Undersiders alone and Tattletale told her where Amy and Victoria were. She knows because of her power, not because she took them, like Carol believed. Yes, Carol, YOUR DAUGHTERS. Both of them are your daughters, whatever you like or not. God, this Interlude is ONE HELL OF A RIDE. From start to probably finish. I should not judge Carol since I feel so pity for her and I admire her for choosing to become a heroine and not a sick twisted villain despite her childhood SERIOUS TRAUMA (but I'm still pissed because she blames Amy for everything). She, Lady Photon and Miss Militia are some good examples that is possible for someone to overcome their trauma and remain a good person. Brian is another example, at least as far as I know. He's still traumatized and he's a villain but compared with other villains around, he's a rather good guy. :)

"Stand down," Brandish ordered.
"Now why would I want to do that?" Marquis asked. "I've won every time your team has challenged me, this situation isn't so different."
"You have nowhere to run. We've got you where you live," Manpower spoke.
"I have plenty of places to run," Marquis replied, shrugging. "It's just a house, I won't lose any sleep over leaving it behind. It's an expensive house, I'll admit, but that little detail loses much of its meaning when you're as ridiculously wealthy as I am."
The Brockton Bay Brigade closed in on the man who stood by his leather armchair, wearing a black silk bathrobe. He held his ground.
"If you'll allow me to finish my wine-" he started, bending down to reach for the wine glass that sat beside the armchair.
Manpower and Brandish charged. They didn't get two steps before Marquis turned himself into a sea urchin, bone spears no thicker than a needle extending out of every pore, some extending twelve or fifteen feet.
Brandish planted her heel on the ground to arrest her forward movement and activated her power. In an instant, her body was condensed into a point, surrounded by a layered, spherical force field. It meant she didn't fall on her rear end, and she could pick a more appropriate posture as she snapped back
into her human shape.
Manpower wasn't so adroit. He managed to stop himself, slamming one foot through the mahogany floor to give himself something to brace against, but it was too late to keep him from running into the spears of bone. Shards snapped against his skin and went flying.
Lady Photon opened her mouth to shout a warning, but it was too late. Flashbang fell to one knee as a shard bounced off the ground near him, reshaping into a form that could slash across the top of his foot. Brandish caught only a glimpse of the wound, primarily blood. She didn't see anything resembling bone, but Marquis apparently did.
There was a sound like firecrackers going off, and Flashbang screamed.
The needles retracted. Marquis rolled his shoulders, as if loosening his muscles. "Broke your foot? How clumsy."
Lightstar was the next to go down, as one splinter that had embedded in a bookshelf branched out to pierce his shoulder. Fleur caught him before he could land on top of more of the bone needles.

Back in the past with...ONE OF MY FAVORITE VILLAINS, Marquis vs New Wave named back then The Brockton Bay Brigade. This is during the moment when they captured him, right? Marquis is old fashioned as fuck, and not only because of his splendid moral code implying not killing women and children but also because of the furniture in his house and his small activities: drinking wine while sitting on a leather armchair. This man should be british, his manners and his way of speaking seem impeccable. His name, Lavere (I suppose he's called like this since Amy was called Amelia Lavere) sounds more french than british, and his codename, Marquis, represents a nobleman from Germany, France or England, so maybe Marquis is a frenchman. Well, there are french people with good manners too, right? :) Anyway, I like Marquis quite a lot, no matter his nationality. :D Even in this fight, he AVOIDS hurting the heroines, he's hurting only the heroes, Manpower, Flashbang and... Lightstar (I don't know who Lightstar is but I'm sure he's from the same family as everyone else). Marquis can't even bring himself to hurt female heroes. I'm fangirling so much over him, you all have no idea how happy I'm that someone like Marquis exists in Worm-verse. :D:D Well, but I still think that his respect for women is a bit exaggerated and total counterproductive because they finally managed to capture him and send him to Birdcage. His own moral code brought him his downfall. If he fought harder, without caring who he was hurting, he might have escaped. Good for heroines, bad for him.

Brandish shifted her footing, and the slivers of bone that scattered the ground around her shifted, some reshaping into starbursts of ultrafine needle points, waiting for her to step on them. She knew from experience that they would penetrate the soles of her boots.
Lady Photon fired a spray of laser blasts in Marquis' general direction, tearing into bookshelves, antique furniture and the rack of wine bottles. Marquis created a shield of bone to protect himself, expanding its dimensions until it was taller and wider than he was.
He's going to burrow, Brandish thought. He'd done it often enough in the past, disappearing underground the second he'd dropped out of sight, then attacking through the ground, floor or rooftop.
"Careful!" she shouted.
Lady Photon spent the rest of the energy she'd gathered in her hands, spraying another spray of lasers at Marquis' shield. Then, as they'd practiced, she prepared to use her forcefield to shield Flashbang, Fleur and Lightstar. Brandish and Manpower could defend themselves.
A barrier of bone plates erupted around one corner of the room, rising just in time to keep some of Lady Photon's salvo from striking a closet door. Marquis emerged from the floor a short distance away, driving a spike of bone up through the ground and then deconstructing it to reveal himself.
"What are you protecting?" Lady Photon asked.
"I'd tell you, but you wouldn't believe me." He glanced around, "I don't suppose we could change venues? I'll be good if you are."
"Seems like we should take every advantage we can," Manpower said.
"If you're talking purely about increasing your odds of victory, yes. But should you? No, you really shouldn't."
He's protecting his little girl, Amelia. :D He's afraid that if the fight will go too brutal, they might hurt her, whoever she's hiding. He can't hurt women, yes, but he also holds himself back a lot because he's thinking only at his little Amelia. He's very powerful and he can kill easily half of Brockton Bay Brigade, but he HOLDS back. I swear, my RESPECT for this man skyrocketed to the most distant stars in the Milky Way galaxy. :D:D See, guys, this is the kind of villain that I respect. A villain capable of love, capable of honor, capable of mercy. Maybe I'm fascinated with Jack's twisted unpredictability of his mind but I will never respect him. Maybe I'm fascinated with Coil's strategic intelligence but I will never respect him. Maybe I'm fascinated with...I'm not fascinated with anything involving Heartbreaker (Heartbreaker is the villain that I despise the most in the entire story, even more than I despise Mannequin and this says a lot). But Marquis, he's a villain that I RESPECT. This is the difference between Marquis and other powerful villains.

This Interlude is pretty long, sorry, but I have to continue with the second part tomorrow. Sorry, guys. Sorry, myself, because its such a GOOD Interlude that make me feel so much about almost every single character involved here.

Good night and sleep well, my friends.
 
Actually, about Leet.

I think Wildbow states in one of his WOG's that Leet did better than most people would in his situation with his powers.

Now, not sure if this is fanon or not, but I think it was also said that alert did the usual tinker thing of "build lots of random shit" until you find your specialization. So that locked him out of a bunch of shit because he built it, but as stated earlier, he caught the build anything once niche he was in earlier than anyone else would.

Also, not sure if this is fanon also, but everyone is pretty sure Leet's Passenger absolutely LOATHS him because he's "to carefull".

If Leet was a smarter guy (Leet is an rare example that not all Tinkers are geniuses) he'd have build some really useful things for humanity (as limited as he's) or very useful stuff for other villains (for example, how Leet helped Bakuda except for being a distraction? He didn't do anything useful to actually help her). But he's wasting his talents in video games and this is not really useful for anyone, not even for himself, because sometimes he can get his ass kicked and everyone will see and laugh at him. Now imagine Taylor with Leet power. She can turn this strangely limited powerful power into something very useful for her and for other people. Knowing Taylor, this is something that would 100% happen, without any doubts. ;) Maybe the real reason for why the alien who gave him power hates Leet is because he's way too stupid and careless with his power and not even aliens can tolerate Leet's shit. But if its canon, then I'm more surprised that the Abstract Floating Space Creatures are capable of EMOTIONS like hate than the fact that one hates Leet. ;) I always saw them as emotionless, but intelligent animals like creatures.
 
*sing song voice* Marquis is a murderer, but its ok cos he's polite~

Don't get me wrong, I don't respect Marquis because he's polite (Shatterbird was also strangely polite and I couldn't wait for her to become Alec's slave. Kaiser was polite too but he was a freaking nazi who deserved zero respect. I only respected him after he died during Leviathan Battle). I respect Marquis because he's capable of love, he respects women and children and how protective he's towards his child (he rather prefers to let himself arrested than hurt her accidentally). Rachel and Brian are also murderers but I respect them. Hannah, Carol, Sarah are murderers too, I should not respect them because they killed people (who deserved to die anyway)? I don't CARE if someone is a murderer or not, when I'm sure they deserve my respect then I respect them.
 
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Hey there, my homies. I'm so READY to start another....Interlude? Seriously? Another Interlude...so fast? Ok, you got me here, Wildbow, I wonder from which character this Interlude will be told. Last Interlude was about Legend, I won't be surprised if we're following Alexandria or Eidolon this time. See Cauldron through their eyes and get to know their reasons for being loyal to Doctor Mother. Do they honestly trust her, share similar mindset or they just want to see the true nature of her plans then they'll act when they'll decide that she's not the savior angel she wants people to believe she's? My money are on Alexandria Interlude. :) So, while our Undersiders are plotting how to crush a very annoying snake's head in the fastest way possible, I'm going to read this Interlude and see how much I'll be surprised by Wildbow's deliciously twisted and talented mind Interlude 15 (Donation Bonus)


Ok....ok....Actually this is NOT okay. This is...shit, two girls being kidnapped by an obviously deranged man and tortured. What if...what if one of these girls is Charlotte and this Interlude is told from her POV? Maybe I'm gonna find out how she was raped "shudders". This is not something I was eager to know but its interesting enough to see how this trauma from her past changed her as a person. The unfortunate girls are kept in the dark, in misery and disgusting smell and the psycho who kidnapped them have to carry a lantern with him, showing how DARK can be in that cell. :(Not a pleasant way for me to start this Interlude.


Looks like one of the girls (Charlotte?) started to manifest the Stockholm Syndrome, by being nice to her kidnapper. :( This is getting more sad with each paragraph. The scene quickly moved to another scene ('m not sure if is in the past, present, or in the same time with the kidnapped girls. I'm a bit confused right now:p). A scene featuring Carol, Victoria and Amy's mother and....Alan? Wait a minute, Carol knew Alan? Alan, the Sphere, before he turned into my Nightmare? This is BETTER than expected. I wanted to read about the Good Hero Alan and I'm curious how Carol, a lawyer from Brockton Bay, got to know a world- famous Tinker like Alan? Well, Carol is famous too, being not a simple lawyer, but a hero. ;) But maybe this lady is not Carol I know but Alan's wife.



"facepalms herself" :facepalm::facepalm::facepalm::facepalm::facepalm: I feel so stupid RIGHT NOW. I'm painful stupid. This is what happens when I don't read further because I'm too impatient to comment over some small scenes that distract my attention from the big scene. Carol is Carol Dallon and Alan is Alan Barnes, Emma's asshole of a father, not Alan "Sphere". This is why they know each other, they're bot liars....I mean lawyers. ;) Alright, the scene with Carol and Alan talking about the City of Damnation is happening right now, in the present. The scene with the two kidnapped girls was possible in the past. What if...what if one of the girls wasn't Charlotte, but a young Carol? What if that scene is from her past and she triggered and got her powers because she was kidnapped and abused? Alright, this make more sense, given the context. Guys, this is Carol Interlude, one of the least persons I was ever thinking that she'll get an Interlude. But its cool, very cool because Dallon family is one damn interesting, fascinating and tragic family.


Carol wrongly thinks that Undersiders got their hands on Victoria. I think that Amy ordered Victoria, using hypnosis, to bring her somewhere so she can help Victoria to heal, without them being bothered by someone else. Amy is trying to help your daughter, Carol, Amy is also your daughter, you raised her since she was a little girl. Stop saying about Victoria that she's your daughter while talking about Amy like she's a stranger. This bothers me. I know that Amy did some awful things lately but she never did anything out of pure malice or revenge because Victoria never shared her feelings. :( As for you, Alan, you should be the last one talking about Dallon sisters and betrayal, when your own daughter betrayed Taylor who was like a sister to her. You never felt ashamed of what your bitch of a daughter did to someone who never deserved her shit.


Indeed Carol was the one kidnapped some time ago along with...her sister, Sarah. This is the first time when I learn Lady Photon's real name. Gosh, Dallon family is FUCKING CURSED. Well, Sarah is not a Dallon, of course, but she belongs to the same family. This family and Vasil family are the most fucked up families in this world. Dallon/whatever Sarah, her husband and their only surviving daughter' family name is now are fucked because of their merciless and unfair fate, but also because of the people around them and Vasil family is fucked because of its patriarch. Ok, let's see how Carol and Sarah survived to the monster who tried to execute them in cold blood. So, these men kidnapped girls, possible raped them then they killed them when they got tired of them? :rage: I'm going to be so happy if Carol and Sarah triggered and killed all these animals. They deserved EVERYTHING these girls did to them.


I cried and laughed and was filled with immense joy and immense sadness while reading all of this. This Interlude, man, this fucking Interlude is making me FEEL so much for Carol and Sarah, to the point that I'm going to be ANGRY if something bad will happen to any of them in the future. They suffered so much, they're only 13 when they're kidnapped by those rapist animals, they're children....I was so filled with rage when the animals tried to kill them but so happy when they triggered and slaughtered them like fucking heartless pig they were. You did great, you did excellent, you have all my respect for killing them. If only all the victims can fight back like this...I'm sad and I feel the need to make a stupid joke: I think Carol would win the prize for the best Halloween costume. She can dress easily like a Jedi Knight and summon a fucking REAL LIGHTSABER. The best disguise indeed. ;) Also, I noticed that the Abstract Floating Space Creatures can lay eggs, like they're insects, birds or reptiles. So this is how they multiply. Through eggs. Great, now I can't get rid of the image of Scion (whom I suspect that he's an Endbringer or an Abstract Floating Space Creature with human body) laying eggs everytime after he save someone. :lol:lol


Lady Photon settled a deal with Tattletale to let Undersiders alone and Tattletale told her where Amy and Victoria were. She knows because of her power, not because she took them, like Carol believed. Yes, Carol, YOUR DAUGHTERS. Both of them are your daughters, whatever you like or not. God, this Interlude is ONE HELL OF A RIDE. From start to probably finish. I should not judge Carol since I feel so pity for her and I admire her for choosing to become a heroine and not a sick twisted villain despite her childhood SERIOUS TRAUMA (but I'm still pissed because she blames Amy for everything). She, Lady Photon and Miss Militia are some good examples that is possible for someone to overcome their trauma and remain a good person. Brian is another example, at least as far as I know. He's still traumatized and he's a villain but compared with other villains around, he's a rather good guy. :)


Back in the past with...ONE OF MY FAVORITE VILLAINS, Marquis vs New Wave named back then The Brockton Bay Brigade. This is during the moment when they captured him, right? Marquis is old fashioned as fuck, and not only because of his splendid moral code implying not killing women and children but also because of the furniture in his house and his small activities: drinking wine while sitting on a leather armchair. This man should be british, his manners and his way of speaking seem impeccable. His name, Lavere (I suppose he's called like this since Amy was called Amelia Lavere) sounds more french than british, and his codename, Marquis, represents a nobleman from Germany, France or England, so maybe Marquis is a frenchman. Well, there are french people with good manners too, right? :) Anyway, I like Marquis quite a lot, no matter his nationality. :D Even in this fight, he AVOIDS hurting the heroines, he's hurting only the heroes, Manpower, Flashbang and... Lightstar (I don't know who Lightstar is but I'm sure he's from the same family as everyone else). Marquis can't even bring himself to hurt female heroes. I'm fangirling so much over him, you all have no idea how happy I'm that someone like Marquis exists in Worm-verse. :D:D Well, but I still think that his respect for women is a bit exaggerated and total counterproductive because they finally managed to capture him and send him to Birdcage. His own moral code brought him his downfall. If he fought harder, without caring who he was hurting, he might have escaped. Good for heroines, bad for him.


He's protecting his little girl, Amelia. :D He's afraid that if the fight will go too brutal, they might hurt her, whoever she's hiding. He can't hurt women, yes, but he also holds himself back a lot because he's thinking only at his little Amelia. He's very powerful and he can kill easily half of Brockton Bay Brigade, but he HOLDS back. I swear, my RESPECT for this man skyrocketed to the most distant stars in the Milky Way galaxy. :D:D See, guys, this is the kind of villain that I respect. A villain capable of love, capable of honor, capable of mercy. Maybe I'm fascinated with Jack's twisted unpredictability of his mind but I will never respect him. Maybe I'm fascinated with Coil's strategic intelligence but I will never respect him. Maybe I'm fascinated with...I'm not fascinated with anything involving Heartbreaker (Heartbreaker is the villain that I despise the most in the entire story, even more than I despise Mannequin and this says a lot). But Marquis, he's a villain that I RESPECT. This is the difference between Marquis and other powerful villains.

This Interlude is pretty long, sorry, but I have to continue with the second part tomorrow. Sorry, guys. Sorry, myself, because its such a GOOD Interlude that make me feel so much about almost every single character involved here.

Good night and sleep well, my friends.
If Leet was a smarter guy (Leet is an rare example that not all Tinkers are geniuses) he'd have build some really useful things for humanity (as limited as he's) or very useful stuff for other villains (for example, how Leet helped Bakuda except for being a distraction? He didn't do anything useful to actually help her). But he's wasting his talents in video games and this is not really useful for anyone, not even for himself, because sometimes he can get his ass kicked and everyone will see and laugh at him. Now imagine Taylor with Leet power. She can turn this strangely limited powerful power into something very useful for her and for other people. Knowing Taylor, this is something that would 100% happen, without any doubts. ;) Maybe the real reason for why the alien who gave him power hates Leet is because he's way too stupid and careless with his power and not even aliens can tolerate Leet's shit. But if its canon, then I'm more surprised that the Abstract Floating Space Creatures are capable of EMOTIONS like hate than the fact that one hates Leet. ;) I always saw them as emotionless, but intelligent animals like creatures.
Don't get me wrong, I don't respect Marquis because he's polite (Shatterbird was also strangely polite and I couldn't wait for her to become Alec's slave. Kaiser was polite too but he was a freaking nazi who deserved zero respect. I only respected him after he died during Leviathan Battle). I respect Marquis because he's capable of love, he respects women and children and how protective he's towards his child (he rather prefers to let himself arrested than hurt her accidentally). Rachel and Brian are also murderers but I respect them. Hannah, Carol, Sarah are murderers too, I should not respect them because they killed people (who deserved to die anyway)? I don't CARE if someone is a murderer or not, when I'm sure they deserve my respect then I respect them.
You could say what, if you do not respect someone at a certain level, you underestimate them.
I never liked brandish, victory and amy, not that I hate them, but seriously, they desperately need (like the rest of their planet.) A good dose of rationality and common sense, and new wave has too much morality in black and white to my taste.
Did you know that new wave broke the unwritten rules? By attacking marquis in their home and "adopting" amy.
IMPARTIAL HYPOCRID! But well, I could be too, so I will not judge you ... too much ... you know how this song and dance goes.
And speaking of that, everyone always hates leet (and others), nobody believes in redemption? That someone can be a better person if they just try? See the potential in others?
 
To be honest, Leet never did anything to deserve the benefit of the doubt.
They are from a fictional universe, or if you want to be a theoretician, from another universe of the multiverse, we know almost nothing about him, as far as we know, he had a childhood as horrible as rachel (I do not say it is like that, but you understand my point ... .right?)
 
You could say what, if you do not respect someone at a certain level, you underestimate them.
I never liked brandish, victory and amy, not that I hate them, but seriously, they desperately need (like the rest of their planet.) A good dose of rationality and common sense, and new wave has too much morality in black and white to my taste.
Did you know that new wave broke the unwritten rules? By attacking marquis in their home and "adopting" amy.
IMPARTIAL HYPOCRID! But well, I could be too, so I will not judge you ... too much ... you know how this song and dance goes.
And speaking of that, everyone always hates leet (and others), nobody believes in redemption? That someone can be a better person if they just try? See the potential in others?

I rarely believe in redemption, there are very few people who can redeem themselves, both in real life and in fiction. For example, in Worm, I believe that someone like Lisa, Brian or Rachel can redeem themselves, stopping at one point of the story (or after the story) being villains and become law abiding citizens but someone like Jack or Coil...will NEVER redeem themselves. Coil is way too greedy to even realize how much of a monster he's (or maybe he realizes but he doesn't care), Jack is too crazy and hateful to becoming again the person that maybe he was before he went crazy. Some people are- yes- beyond any redemption. Do you seriously think that someone like Heartbreaker can redeem himself? Or someone like Mannequin? There are a small handful of redeemable villains but the majority of the most important villains in this story- nope, no chance to become better persons. I love people, but I don't generally believe in the redemption, especially where it can't exist.
I generally like New Wave family even if I have some things to criticize at some of their members. But I understand most of them, I'm fascinated with their lives and I pity them. And yes, they adopted Amy but I think it was necessary because Marquis had a lot of enemies and they could have killed her after he went to Birdcage. She needed protection back then, she was only a defenseless child. :(
 
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I rarely believe in redemption, there are very few people who can redeem themselves, both in real life and in fiction. For example, in Worm, I believe that someone like Lisa, Brian or Rachel can redeem themselves, stopping at one point of the story (or after the story) being villains and become law abiding citizens but someone like Jack or Coil...will NEVER redeem themselves. Coil is way too greedy to even realize how much of a monster he's (or maybe he realizes but he doesn't care), Jack is too crazy and hateful to becoming again the person that maybe he was before he went crazy. Some people are- yes- beyond any redemption. Do you seriously think that someone like Heartbreaker can redeem himself? Or someone like Mannequin? There are a small handful of redeemable villains but the majority of the most important villains in this story- nope, no chance to become better persons. I love people, but I don't generally believe in the redemption, especially where it can't exist.
I generally like New Wave family even if I have some things to criticize at some of their members. But I understand most of them, I'm fascinated with their lives and I pity them. And yes, they adopted Amy but I think it was necessary because Marquis had a lot of enemies and they could have killed her after he went to Birdcage. She needed protection back then, she was only a defenseless child. :(
The top tier villains of worm? NO
From other universes? YES, BABY.
If you do not mind killing, then you do not love people as much as you say.
Necessary or not, they broke the rules, although breaking the unwritten rules left them in a ... bad situation, besides, they abducted amelia.
And you should see my hero academy to understand more where I'm going, specifically follow the story of stain, shigaraki, bakugo, deku, all might and all for one.
Along with one punch man and fate stay night, my hero academy changed what it meant to be a true hero. ... in my opinion at least.
 
You could say what, if you do not respect someone at a certain level, you underestimate them.
I never liked brandish, victory and amy, not that I hate them, but seriously, they desperately need (like the rest of their planet.) A good dose of rationality and common sense, and new wave has too much morality in black and white to my taste.
Did you know that new wave broke the unwritten rules? By attacking marquis in their home and "adopting" amy.
IMPARTIAL HYPOCRID! But well, I could be too, so I will not judge you ... too much ... you know how this song and dance goes.
And speaking of that, everyone always hates leet (and others), nobody believes in redemption? That someone can be a better person if they just try? See the potential in others?
Marquis operated in "the bad old days" before the unwritten rules were widely accepted.

And honestly throughout the "unwritten rules" don't seem to be nearly as important as Tattletale portrayed them as being (probably because she needed to sell being a villain to Taylor).
 
Marquis operated in "the bad old days" before the unwritten rules were widely accepted.

And honestly throughout the "unwritten rules" don't seem to be nearly as important as Tattletale portrayed them as being (probably because she needed to sell being a villain to Taylor).

The only incident I can think of hasn't appeared in the story yet, so I'm not sure how much I can say.

But you're mostly right, I think.
 
Marquis operated in "the bad old days" before the unwritten rules were widely accepted.

And honestly throughout the "unwritten rules" don't seem to be nearly as important as Tattletale portrayed them as being (probably because she needed to sell being a villain to Taylor).
The funny thing about the "bad old days" is that we don't really see what made them bad. The city's gangs were the Teeth, the Empire 88, and whatever Marquis' gang was called, but in some ways it could have been better than the Brockton Bay we see.

The Teeth were ousted because of the S9's first visit, and there was an implication that Lung took advantage of the vacuum to consolidate the ABB.

I don't really know what the E88 was like in this time period.

But when the BBB took down Marquis, they really dropped the ball in making sure no one came to fill his vacuum, since the ones who took his place were the Merchants.
 
The top tier villains of worm? NO
From other universes? YES, BABY.
If you do not mind killing, then you do not love people as much as you say.
Necessary or not, they broke the rules, although breaking the unwritten rules left them in a ... bad situation, besides, they abducted amelia.
And you should see my hero academy to understand more where I'm going, specifically follow the story of stain, shigaraki, bakugo, deku, all might and all for one.
Along with one punch man and fate stay night, my hero academy changed what it meant to be a true hero. ... in my opinion at least.

Other universes? Hmm, do you really think that Voldemort (Harry Potter) was redeemable? Or supervillains like Joker, Red Skull, Doctor Doom, Kingpin (btw, speaking about Kingpin, he's like a Marvel version of Coil. They have some similar traits)? Not only in Worm but also in other universes there are irredeemable villains. ;)
I didn't said I love all people. For example, I don't love power-hungry people, child murderers, abusers of all types, mass-murderers, terrorists, nazis. And I don't mind if these people are killed. On the contrary. :D
I never watched My Hero Academy as I'm not a big fan of anime. But still my favorite anime of all times is Death Note. This is an anime where you can see a lot of moral ambiguity.
 
The top tier villains of worm? NO
From other universes? YES, BABY.
If you do not mind killing, then you do not love people as much as you say.
Necessary or not, they broke the rules, although breaking the unwritten rules left them in a ... bad situation, besides, they abducted amelia.
And you should see my hero academy to understand more where I'm going, specifically follow the story of stain, shigaraki, bakugo, deku, all might and all for one.
Along with one punch man and fate stay night, my hero academy changed what it meant to be a true hero. ... in my opinion at least.
Huh ? I thought mha had the same concept of a hero that most goody two shoes have in almost every universe. Risk your life for the people, dont do it for the fame, try to make them feel happy, promote values, etc.
 
Other universes? Hmm, do you really think that Voldemort (Harry Potter) was redeemable? Or supervillains like Joker, Red Skull, Doctor Doom, Kingpin (btw, speaking about Kingpin, he's like a Marvel version of Coil. They have some similar traits)? Not only in Worm but also in other universes there are irredeemable villains. ;)
I didn't said I love all people. For example, I don't love power-hungry people, child murderers, abusers of all types, mass-murderers, terrorists, nazis. And I don't mind if these people are killed. On the contrary. :D
I never watched My Hero Academy as I'm not a big fan of anime. But still my favorite anime of all times is Death Note. This is an anime where you can see a lot of moral ambiguity.
I was referring to alternative universes, AKA, fanfiction.
Also, if you see the death battle of doctor doom vs darth vader you understand because I do not consider him so evil ... or you can see him in his pantheon page of tv tropes.
There are endless variations of characters, you have no idea how many evil versions of Taylor I've read.
Edit:Surely you were on Kira's side, or am I wrong?
 
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Huh ? I thought mha had the same concept of a hero that most goody two shoes have in almost every universe. Risk your life for the people, dont do it for the fame, try to make them feel happy, promote values, etc.
You are not completely wrong, but I think that each series has its own way of representing the ideal of a hero, in mha, the biggest example would be, without a doubt, all might.
 
Interlude 15 PART 2
Hello again, friends, with the second part of this GREAT Interlude Interlude 15 (Donation Bonus) Back to the weird fight between Marquis and the Brockton Bay Brigade, I suppose, with Marquis -a VILLAIN- trying to not hurt the heroines and his daughter. Btw, before I'll start, I have to tell you something really crazy- related somehow to Worm. I talked with my dad via Skype (as I'm doing every freaking day when I'm not visiting my parents or I don't spent time in their company) and I told him that he's pretty similar with Marquis, because they both have long draped on their shoulders (my dad is also a rock fan+ he's eccentric as hell and despite his age he acts more like a rebellious teenager than anything else) and they both are respectful towards women (my dad is always respectful towards my mom and he talks on a gentle and polite tone with every woman he meets, even if he threatened me more like I was his son than his daughter :D:D). When he asked me who is "this Marquis" I told him that he's a fictional criminal with superpowers. :D My dad laughed and he said that he's flattered by this comparison. The truth is that I was sure that he won't be upset, he was never upset with me. I have a much more close relationship with him than with my mom. He taught me everything a "boy" should know. :lol:lol:lol Seriously, this is what usually happens with father/daughters have such a close relationship. ;) Alright, let's start already.

This isn't his usual behavior, Brandish thought. His power let him manipulate bone. If it was his own, he could make it grow or shrink, reshape it and multiply it. It made him, in many respects, a competent shapeshifter. His abilities with the bones of others were limited to a simple reshaping, and there was a nuance in that the longer his own bone was separated from his body, the less able he was to manipulate it. Every second he was wasting talking was a second that the bone splinters he'd spread over the area would be less useful to him. He was putting himself at a disadvantage.
Well, only in a sense. They still hadn't touched him, and two of their members were out of commission. Three, if she counted Fleur being occupied with a wounded Lightstar in her arms.
But the fact remained that Marquis wasn't pushing his advantage. The way his power worked and his very personality meant he was exceptional when it came to turning one advantage into another. Or turning one advantage into three. It was in his very nature to trounce his enemies, to grind them into the ground without an iota of mercy or fair play.
Was he distracted?
If he was, it was barely slowing him down. She felt something clutch her from behind, covering her eyes. When she tried to tear it free, she found it hard, unyielding.
She dropped into her ball form and then back into her human form, taking only a second to break free of the binding. She caught the offending article in one hand before it could hit the ground.
It was a blindfold of solid bone, but it had been a skull of some sort beforehand. Probably something that had sat on a bookshelf behind her. Stupid to overlook it.
In the seconds it had taken her to deal with the blindfold, Marquis had trapped Lady Photon, binding her in a column of dense bone that had likely sprung around her from the floor or ceiling. From the glow that was emanating through the barrier, she was apparently trying to use lasers to cut her way out. She was strong enough to do it in one shot, but she couldn't do that without risking shooting a teammate if the shot continued through.
That left Marquis to duel with Manpower, striking the hero over and over with a massive scythe of bone that extended out from his wrist. Manpower was strong, and he was durable thanks to his electromagnetic shield – sparks flew as the scythe hit home over and over. Even so, the hero didn't try to fight back.
It took her only a moment to realize why. Each swing of the scythe was calculated so that if the movement followed through, it would strike either the crippled Flashbang or Lightstar.
And Flashbang can't shoot because Marquis will just armor himself before the sphere detonates. Lightstar is injured, Fleur needs her hands free to strike, and Lady Photon's incapacitated.
"Brandish!" Manpower shouted. "Same plan, just the two of us!"
Right. Their battle plan wasn't useless, now. Just harder to pull off.
This would take some courage.
She charged forward, manifesting energy in the shape of a lance, driving it toward Marquis.
He cast a glance her way and stuck one foot out in her direction. His toes mutated into a jagged, uneven ripple of bone that stretched out beneath her.
Unable to maintain her footing, she had to cancel out the lance, using her hands to brace her fall.
Spikes of bone poked out of the ground in a circle around her, rising to form a cage.
She created twin knives out of energy, slashing out to cut through the bars.
The hardest part would be what came next. Brandish threw herself in the way of the scythe's swing.
Marquis' weapon virtually exploded into its component pieces, blade, join and shaft flying past her.
"Careful now," Marquis chided her. "Don't want to get decapitated now, do we?"
Marquis is an formidable fighter. He was able to incapacitate so many powerful heroes in such a short time. He have a kick-ass power+ he really knows how to fight. If he wanted, he could have killed Brandish even before she realized this. I wonder if he'll ever have to fight against Lung for supremacy in Birdcage, who's gonna win between the two? The Master of Bones or the Fire Dragon? I don't want to underestimate Lung either. I think that their fight will last for freaking days until they'll either get too tired of fighting or Lung will grow so powerful that he'll detonate himself like a nuclear bomb destroying half of Birdcage and making Dragon cry virtual tears while clenching her virtual fists. :D

No longer on the defensive, Manpower charged the villain.
Marquis surrounded himself in plates of bone that resembled the petals of a flower blooming in reverse, and sank into the ground.
Any other day, Brandish would have followed him into the room below. A wine cellar, it seemed.
Instead, she turned and charged for the closet, creating a sword out of the crackling energy her power provided, slashing through the plates of bone that had surrounded it, then drawing the blade back to thrust through the wooden door-
Marquis emerged between her and the closet door. She plunged the sword into his shoulder without hesitation. She could smell his flesh burn, the wound cauterized by the same energy that formed the blade.
"Damnation," Marquis muttered the word, sagging.
She let him fall, and then pressed the sword to his throat. If he gave her an excuse, she would finish him.
She stared down at him. That long hair, it was such a minor thing, but there was something else about him that stirred that distant, dark memory of the
lightless room and the failed attempt at ransom. Her skin crawled, and she felt anger boiling in her gut.
It took some time for the others to recover, getting their bearings and ensuring their wounds weren't too serious.
"What were you so intent on protecting?" Manpower asked. "This where you stash your illegitimate gains?"
Marquis chuckled. "You could say that. The most precious treasure in the world."
"Somehow I missed the news report where you stole that," Lady Photon replied.
"Stole? No. It would be better to say a devoted fan and follower gave her to me."
"Her?" Brandish asked. But Lady Photon was already reaching for the door, pulling it open.
A girl. A toddler, not much younger than Vicky. The girl was brown hair, freckle-faced, and clutched a silk pillow to her chest. She wore a silk nightgown
with lace at the collar and sleeves. It looked expensive for something a child would wear.
"Daddy," the girl's eyes were wide with alarm. She clutched the pillow tighter.
"Brigade, meet Amelia. Amelia, these are the people who are going to take care of you now."
Brandish was among the many faces to turned to stare at him.
He chuckled lightly, "I expect I won't last long without medical care, so I'll hardly be turning the tables on you and making a break for it. You've won, I suppose."
"What do you mean by taking care of her?" Lady Photon asked.
"I have enemies. Would you like to see her fall into their hands? It wouldn't be pretty."
"They don't have to know," Manpower spoke.
"Manpower… do try to keep up. The dumb brute stereotype persists only because people like you insist on keeping it alive. They'll always know, they'll always find out. You put that girl in foster care and interested parties are going to find out."
"So you want us to take her?" Brandish asked. She couldn't keep the incredulity off her face.
"No," the girl said, plaintive. "I want you!"
"Yes," Marquis said.

So, Marquis reminds Brandish by her kidnapper, the one that she started to manifest Stockholm Syndrome for. Great, her reminds her of her abuser, he reminds me of my dad. Life can be strange and unfair like this. :( I'm so sorry for you, Brandish, and I'm glad that you did what Marquis asked you to do, namely to take care of the little Amelia and protect her from her father's enemies. This is a necessary thing to do but also a demonstration of greatest kindness and humanity- to take care of your enemy's daughter, knowing that first of all she's an innocent child and she must be protected and loved. You're a good person, Brandish, a hero on the outside and inside. :) Marquis loves his daughter so much, he's ready to trust his enemies into taking care of her than to know her in danger. You and Faultline are the BEST crime bosses in this story, Marquis. The BEST ones.

"The motherfucker has a kid?" Lightstar muttered the question, as if to himself. "And she's, what, five?"
"Six," Marquis answered.
Six. Vicky's age, then. She looks younger.
"She'll go to her mother," Lady Photon decided.
"Her mother's gone, I'm afraid. The big C. Amelia and I were introduced shortly after that. About a year ago, now that I think on it. I must admit, I've enjoyed our time together more than I've enjoyed all my crimes combined. Quite surprising."
His daughter, Brandish thought. The resemblance was uncanny. The nose was different, the brow, but she was her father's daughter.
The idea disturbed her.
She couldn't shake that dim memory of the nameless man she'd killed on the night she got her powers. She hated Marquis in a way she couldn't articulate, and if the memories that recurred every time she crossed paths with him were any clue, it was somehow tied to that.
She wondered if it was because she liked him on a level. Was her psyche trying to protect her from repeating her earlier mistake?
"Little close for comfort, Brandish dear," Marquis spoke.
She looked down. She'd unconsciously pressed the blade closer. When she lifted it, she could see the burn at the base of his throat.
"Thank you kindly," he spoke. There was a trace of irony there.
That cultured act, the civility that was real. Marquis was fair, he played by the rules. His rules, but he stuck to them without fail. It didn't match her vision of what a criminal should be. It was jarring, creating a kind of dissonance.
That dissonance was redoubled as she looked at the forlorn little girl. Layers upon layers, distilled in one expression. Criminal, civilized man, child.
"You can't take him away," the girl told them.
"He's a criminal," Brandish responded. "He's done bad things, he needs to go to jail."
"No. He's just my daddy. Reads me bedtime stories, makes me dinner, and tells me jokes. I love him more than anything else in the world. You can't take him away from me. You can't!"
"We have to," Brandish told the girl. "It's the law."
"No!" the girl shouted. "I hate you! I hate you! I'll never forgive you!"
Brandish reached out, as if she could calm the girl by touching her.
The girl shrank back into the closet.
Into the dark. She felt as if she was separated from the child by a chasm.
"Let's call the PRT," Manpower said. "We should get Marquis into custody stat."
"Wouldn't mind some medical treatment, if you could rush that?" Marquis asked.
"…And medical treatment," Manpower amended his statement.
Brandish walked away. The others would handle this. She would wait outside to guide the responders into the manor, past the traps Marquis had set in place.
So, her mother either abandoned her right after she gave birth to her or she died. I'll never believe that Marquis did something to her, of course. So, despite seeing in Marquis her kidnapper/abuser, Brandish still was willing to raise his daughter? I never imagined that I'm going to admire Brandish so much like I'm doing now, when I found more about her life and personality. But still, there's something that bothers me. She resents Amy now, blaming her for not wanting to help her husband until she didn't had any other choice left and probably blaming her for whatever Victoria's condition may be right in this moment. She doesn't love Amy, even if she raised and protected her. She made it clear: she only have a single daughter- Victoria. :( On the other side, I love how Marquis raised his daughter. They had such a close relationship (just like me and my dad). Funnily, a villain was a better father than many of non-villain fathers in this story.

She was still waiting when Lady Photon came outside, holding the little girl's hand. Lady Photon seated the girl in the car and shut the door.
Lady Photon joined Brandish on the stone stairs. "We can't let her go into foster care. It's not just the danger his enemies pose. Once people found out she was Marquis' child, they'd start fighting over who could get their hands on her."
"Sarah-" Brandish started.
"Then they'll kidnap her. They'll do it to exploit her powers, and she's bound to be pretty powerful if she inherits anything like her father's abilities"
"Then you take care of her," Brandish replied, even as she mentally prayed her sister would refuse. There was something about the idea of being around
Marquis' child, that uncanny resemblance, having those memories stirred even once in a while, even if it was just at family reunions… it made her feel uneasy.
"You know Neil and I don't have that much money. Neil isn't having luck finding work, and all our funding from the team is going into the New Wave plan,
which won't happen for a few months, and we have two hungry mouths to feed…"
Brandish grasped her sister's meaning. With a sick feeling in her gut, she spoke the idea aloud. "You want Mark and I to take her."
"You should. Amelia's Vicky's age, I think they would be close."
"It's not a good idea."
"Why are you so reluctant?"
Brandish shook her head. "I… you know I never planned to have kids?"
"I remember you saying something like that. But then you had Vicky."
"I only caved to having Vicky because Mark was there, and I had to think about it for a while."
"Mark will be there for Amelia too."
Brandish could have mentioned how Mark was tired all the time, how his promise had proved empty. She might have mentioned how he was seeing a
psychiatrist now, the tentative possibility of clinical depression. She stayed silent.
"It's not just that," she said. "You know I have trouble trusting people. You know why."
The change on Lady Photon's face was so subtle she almost missed it.
"I'm sorry to bring it up," Brandish said. "But it's relevant. I decided I could have Vicky because I'd know her from day one. She'd grow inside me, I'd nurture her from childhood… she'd be safe."
"I didn't know you were dwelling on it to that degree."
Brandish shrugged and shook her head, as if she could shake off this conversation, this situation. "That child deserves better than I can offer. I know I don't have it in me to form any kind of bond with another child if there's no blood relation."
Especially if she's Marquis'.
"She needs you. You're her only option. I can't, and Fleur and Lightstar aren't old enough or in the right place in their lives for kids, and if she goes anywhere else, it'll be disastrous."
Brandish decided on the most direct, clear line of argument she could muster, "I don't want her. I can't take her."
Brandish glanced at the kid that they'd stowed in the team's car. The toddler was standing on the car seat, hands pressed against the window. Her stare bored into Brandish as though little girl had laser vision.
The window was open a crack, Brandish noted. The girl could probably hear everything they'd been saying. Brandish looked away.
Lady Photon did as she'd so often done, ignoring reason in favor of the emotional appeal. "You grew to love and trust Mark. You could grow to love and trust that little girl, too."
:(:(:( Brandish never actually wanted little Amelia but she accepted because her sister insisted so much. Brandish have troubles trusting people, just like me. I understand her from this point of view. I wasn't abused like she was, but I was lied and betrayed by some people I considered being my friends. These betrayals gnawed my trust in people to the point that I feel so bad for not trusting most of them but I just can't overcome my fear for not being hurt again by them. Wow, this Interlude make me understand and feel for almost every single character because they remind me of my own problems too. Brandish, Brandish, Brandish, I know I have to judge you for treating a little child with such distrust and dislike but....Ok, I prefer to not talk about what Brandish felt and said back then because I'm getting angry and pissed and sad and regretful and everything. The most important thing is that she finally agreed to adopt Amelia and she raised her as best as she could, despite her heart telling her something else every freaking day. :(

Brandish stared at the teenaged girl. Amy couldn't even look her in the eye. Tears were streaming down the girl's face.
"Where's Victoria?" Brandish made the question a demand.
"I'm so sorry," Amy responded, her voice hoarse. She'd been crying long before anyone had showed up.
Brandish felt choked up as well, but she suppressed the emotion. "Is my daughter dead?"
"No."
"Explain."
"I- I don't- No-" Amy stuttered.
She could have slapped the girl.
"What happened to my daughter!?"
Amy flinched as though she'd been struck.
"Carol-" Lady Photon spoke, her voice gentle. "Take it easy."
They stood in the mist of a ruined neighborhood. Amy had stepped outside within a minute of their arrival, blocking the door with her body. There was no
resistance in the girl, though. It was more like the obstruction was a way of running, of forestalling the inevitable.
The girl hugged her arms against her body, her hands trembling even as they clutched her upper arms. Her teeth chattered, as if she were cold, but it was a warm evening.
Was the girl in shock? Carol couldn't muster any sympathy. Amy was stopping her from getting to Victoria. Victoria, who she'd almost believed was dead.
"Amy," Lady Photon spoke, "What's going on? You won't let us inside, but you won't explain. Just talk."
Amy shivered. "I… she wouldn't let me help her, she was so angry, so I calmed her down with my power. She'd been hurt badly, so I wrapped her up. A
cocoon, so she could heal."
"That's good. So Victoria's okay?" Lady Photon coaxed responses from Amy.
Of course she's not okay, Brandish thought. What about this situation makes you think she could be okay?
"I… I had to wait a while before I could let her out, so I could be sure she had healed completely. I-"
Amy stopped as her voice cracked.
"Keep going," Lady Photon urged.
Amy glanced at Brandish, who stood with her arms folded, stone-faced.
If I change my expression now, if I say or do anything, I'll lose it, I'll break,Brandish thought. Her heart thudded in her chest.
"I didn't want her to fight. And I didn't want her to follow, or to hate me because I used my power on her again."
"So I thought I'd put her in a trance, and make it so she'd forget everything that happened. Everything that I did, and the things that the Slaughterhouse Nine said, and everything that I said to try to make them go away. Empty promises and-"
Her voice hitched.
"What happened?" Brandish asked, for the Nth time.
"She was lying there, and I wanted to say goodbye. I- I-"
Something in Amy's voice, her tone, her posture, it provided the final piece, clicking into place, making so many things suddenly come together.
Brandish marched forward, fully intending to walk right past Amy. Amelia. His daughter. She could never be my daughter because she'd never stopped being his.
A cornered rat will bite. Amy realized what Brandish intended and reached out, a reflex.
A weapon sprung into Brandish's hand. Not so dissimilar from the first weapon she'd made, an unrefined bludgeon of raw lightstuff. She moved as if to parry the reaching hand and Amy scrambled back out of the way, eyes wide.
Where to go? Brandish glanced to the rooms to the left, then down the hall in front of her. She looked back and saw Amy with her back to the wall. She
moved toward the staircase, glanced back at Amy, and saw a reaction. Fear. Trepidation.
Before Amy could protest, Brandish was heading up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
Back to the present...with more SADNESS. Alright, I'm gonna light my mood by listening this while reading and reviewing
Amy did something to Victoria. Clearly she did something to Victoria. She didn't killed her, but she didn't exactly healed her either. Did you turned your sister into a monster, Amy? Intentionally or accidentally? You're so good with your power so its hard to believe that it is an accident, but I can't believe either that you did it on purpose. Maybe Amy was so broken that she forgot how to use her power properly and turned Victoria into some kind of Crawler when she tried to heal her? Alright, just like it happened in Grue's case, I'm ready for everything that Brandish might discover. I just hope that Brandish will not hurt Amy in retaliation for whatever she did to her daughter. Even if I might understand her if she'll attack Amy. :(

"Carol!" Amy shouted, scrambling up the stairs. There was the sound of her falling on the stairs in her haste to follow, "Stop! Carol! Mom!"
Only one door was still open. Brandish entered the room and stopped.
She didn't move as Amy's spoke from behind her. "Please, let me explain."
Brandish couldn't bring herself to move or speak. Amy seemed to take that silence as assent.
"I wanted to see her smile again. To have someone hug me before I left forever. So you wouldn't have to worry about me anymore. I- I told myself I'd leave after. Victoria wouldn't remember. It would be a way for me to get closure. Then I'd go and spend the rest of my life healing people. Sacrifice my life. I don't know. As payment."
Lady Photon had made her way upstairs. She entered the room and stopped just in front of Brandish. Her hands went to her mouth. Her words were a
whispered, "Oh God."
Amy kept talking, her voice strangely monotone after her earlier emotion, as if she were a recording. Maybe she was, after a fashion, all of the excuses and arguments she'd planned spilling from her mouth. "I wanted her to be happy. I could adjust. Tweak, expand, change things to serve more than one purpose.
I had the extra material from the cocoon. When I was done, I started undoing everything, all the mental and physical changes. I got so tired, and so scared, so lonely, so I thought we'd take another break, before I was completely finished. I changed more things. More stuff I had to fix. And days passed. I-"
Brandish clenched her fists.
"I lost track. I forgot how to change her back."
A caricature. A twisted reflection of how Amy saw Victoria, the swan curve of the nape of the neck, the delicate hands, and countless other features, repeated over and over again throughout. It might even have been something objectively beautiful, had it not been warped by desperation and loneliness and panic. As overwhelming as the image and the situation had been in Amy's mind, Victoria was now equally imposing, in a sense. No longer able to move under her own power, her flesh spilled over from the edge of the mattress and onto the floor.
"I don't know what to do."
Betrayal. Brandish had known this would happen the moment Sarah had talked about her taking the girl. Not this, but something like it. Brandish felt a weapon form in her hand.

....................Oh, God!.............Amy DID turned Victoria into a monster. Let me get it right. Victoria is now a mass of flesh with countless of hands and feet and probably eyes, mouths, breasts, all over that mass of flesh. Only her face and primary hands remained normal. Mr Wildbow, what the hell Victoria ever did to you to deserve this shit you're always throw at her during this story? I mean, come on, being Victoria is SUFFERING in Worm-verse. The most unfortunate character so far. Mind raped then turned into this...Broken Barbie (this is how I'm going to call Victoria from now on, Broken Barbie. Fits her). I don't want to call her a monster. And before you people said that I have to remember Cherish and her twisted fate as well, I'm going to complete what I just said about Victoria with: the most unfortunate character so far who didn't do nothing wrong to deserve this. ;) Ok, not even this song helps my mood anymore after "seeing" what I "saw". Brandish, don't do something that you're going to regret later. Amy didn't created the Broken Barbie on purpose, she just.......forgot how to change her back. And the alien behind her power couldn't help her either because it doesn't know anything about human biology, all the knowledge comes from Amy, not from the alien creature. Maybe if Brandish will calm down and give her another chance, she might fix Victoria. If only....

"Please tell me what to do," Amy pleaded.
Brandish turned, arm drawn back to strike, to retaliate. She stopped.
The girl was so weak, so powerless, a victim. A victim of herself, her own nature, but a victim nonetheless. A person sundered.
And with everything laid bare, there was not a single resemblance to Marquis. There was no faint reminder of Brandish's time in the dark cell, nor of her
captor. If anything, Amy looked how Sarah had, as they'd stumbled from the house where they'd been kept, lost, helpless and scared.
She looked like Carol had, all those years ago.
The weapon dissipated, and Brandish's arms dropped limp to her sides.
"I'm sorry," the digitized voice spoke.
Carol watched Amy through the window.
Amy seemed to have changed, transformed. Could Carol interpret that as a burden being lifted? Relief? Even if it was only because the very worst had come to pass, and there was nothing left for Amy to agonize over? There was shame, of course, horrific guilt. That much was obvious. The girl couldn't meet anyone's gaze.
"Everyone's sorry," Carol spoke, her voice hollow.
"Even you?" Dragon asked.
Carol stared as Amy shuffled forward. The cuffs weren't necessary, really. A formality. Amy wasn't about to run.
"It's your last chance," Dragon prodded.
Thanks God you took the right decision, Brandish, bless your suffering soul. You realized that Amy is just a victim of some monsters called S9 who turned her into the broken version of herself just like you were a victim to some twisted criminals. I don't blame Amy not a single moment but I wonder what will happen to Victoria since Amy surrendered herself to Birdcage. Maybe they can find other biology manipulators but I'm sure that nobody is as good and talented as Amy, she's one of the most powerful parahumans. There's someone who can fix her BUT she'd rather prefer to die than do a single good thing for someone else who isn't Jack. We know who I'm talking about. However I'm a bit happy that Amy is going to meet her father- now I feel bad for wishing her to go to Birdcage because my wish became true in a way that I never wanted to happen. :(

Carol nodded. She pushed the door open and stepped into the parking lot.
Amy turned to face her as she approached.
For a long minute, neither of them spoke.
"Prisoner 612, please board for transport to the Baumann Parahuman Containment Center," the announcement came from within the truck.
The armed escort would be waiting. No court- Amy had volunteered, asked to go to the Birdcage.
Carol couldn't bring herself to speak.
So she stepped forward to close the distance between herself and Amy. Hesitant at first, she reached out.
As if she could convey everything she wanted to say in a single gesture, she folded her daughter into the tightest of hugs.
She couldn't forgive Amy, not ever, not in the slightest. But she was sorry.
Amy swallowed hard and stepped back, then stepped up into the truck.
Carol watched in silence as the doors automatically shut and locked, and remained rooted in place as the truck pulled out of the parking lot and disappeared down the road.
Numb, she returned to the office that looked out on the lot. Dragon's face displayed on a computer screen to the left of the door. The computer chair was unoccupied.
"That's it?" Carol asked.
"She'll be transported there and confined for the remainder of her life, barring exceptional circumstance."
Carol nodded. "Two daughters gone in the blink of an eye."
"Your husband decided not to come?"
"He exchanged words with her in her cell this morning. He decided it was more important to accompany Victoria to Pennsylvania."
"I didn't realize that was today. If you'd asked, I could have rescheduled Amy Dallon's departure."
"No. It's fine. I prefer it this way."
"You didn't want to see Victoria off to the parahuman asylum?"
"Victoria is gone. There's nothing of her left but that mockery. Mark and I fought over it and this was what we decided."
"I see."
"If it's no trouble, could I watch?"
"What are you wanting to watch, specifically?"
"Her arrival? I know the prison is segregated, but she's still-"
"It isn't. There's a bridge between the male and female sections of the Baumann center."
Carol nodded. "Then I have to see. Please."
"It's going to be the better part of a day before she arrives."
"I'll wait. If I fall asleep, will you please wake me?"
"Of course."
One daughter in the jail another daughter in the asylum for parahumans. Carol's life was destroyed in just a couple of days. I'm so sorry for you, Carol, I'm sorry for you, Victoria, I'm sorry for you, Mark, I'm sorry for you, Amy. :( But I still hold onto the hope that either Amy will escape through a massive prison break, then find Victoria and fix her back before doing anything else OR something really HARD...next to impossible to believe: for Bonesaw to redeem herself after Jack's dead- if she'll survive until then, of course, and fix everything that she and her former teammates did to people, to show the world that she really have a change of heart (she can fix Victoria easily; after all she's one of the most powerful Tinkers in the story despite being so young). No matter how dire is this situation, hope isn't dead yet. Just...injured on moment.

Dragon didn't venture a goodbye, or any further condolences. Her face disappeared from the screen, replaced by a spinning logo, showing the Guild's emblem on one side and the Protectorate's shield on the other.
Carol waited patiently for hours, her mind a blank. She couldn't dwell on the past, or she'd lose her mind. There was nothing in the present, and the future…she couldn't imagine one. She couldn't envision being with Mark without Victoria. Couldn't imagine carrying on life as Brandish. Perhaps she would continue filing. Something simpler than criminal law, something lower stress. At least for a little while.
For an hour or so, she occupied herself by reading the pamphlets and the back covers of books. Reading a novel was too much.
Somewhere along the line, she nodded off. She was glad for the sunlight that streamed in through the window, the glare of the florescent bulbs overhead. Recent events had stirred her old fears of the dark.
It didn't feel like hours had passed when she was woken by Dragon's voice. "Carol."
She walked over to the screen.
It was a surveillance camera image. The camera zoomed in on a door. An elevator door, perhaps. It whisked open.
"Would you like sound?"
"It doesn't really matter. Yes."
A second later, the sound cut in. An announcement across the prison PA system: "-one-two, Amy Dallon, AKA Amelia Lavere, AKA Panacea. Cell block E."
Carol watched as the girl stepped out of the elevator. She pulled off a gas mask and let it drop to the floor. A small crowd was gathering around her, others from her cell block checking out the new resident.
How long would it take?
She would have asked Dragon, but her breath was caught in her throat.
He appeared two minutes later, as a woman who must have been the self-imposed leader of Cell block E was talking to Amy.
He looks older.
Somehow Carol had imagined Marquis had stayed as young and powerful as the day they'd last fought. The day she'd met Amy. But there were lines in his face. He looked more distinguished, even, but he looked older.
Not the bogeyman that had haunted her.
And that's Lung behind him.
Was Lung an enforcer for Marquis? It was hard to imagine. Or were they friends? That was simultaneously easier and harder to picture. But it was somehow jarring, as if it instilled a sort of realism in an otherwise surreal picture.
Lung and Marquis moved forward, and the women of the cell block moved to block Lung's advance, letting Marquis through.
Marquis stopped a few feet away from his daughter. Their hair was the same, as were their eyes.
The day I cease seeing her as his daughter and see how she could be mine, he takes her back, she thought.
"I've been waiting," he spoke.
That was enough. She had the answer she'd wanted, even if she hadn't consciously asked the question.
She left the office, stepping outside into the too-bright outdoors, leaving the reunion to play on the screen.
And this is the ending of Dallon family. For moment. Too bad that Carol left, I wanted to see Amy hugging her dad. But, as I said before, I don't judge Carol for any of her actions. I hope she'll feel a little better with time, Amy will learn how to forgive herself and become a confident and strong young woman while in her father's company (for the first time I'm glad that women and men aren't so separated like in other normal jails. In this way, Amy can spend some time with her father) and Victoria...Victoria will be fixed one day. I have no other comments.
This Interlude was officially the SADDEST Interlude so far. Its hard for any other Interlude to beat this one but knowing Wildbow, he'll come with something even more fucked than this.

Good night and sleep well, my friends.
 
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