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

10moorem II · Sep 20, 2018

Yeah Coil is dead, just to confirm it.

Vayhle · Sep 20, 2018

This chapter was amazing, the gunshot so painful to read.

blackarrow · Sep 20, 2018

10moorem II said:
Yeah Coil is dead, just to confirm it.

The King Snake is dead, long live the Queen of Brockton Bay.

blackarrow · Sep 20, 2018

Vayhle said:
This chapter was amazing, the gunshot so painful to read.

Yeah man, Wildbow is a genius. This Chapter made me be so freaking afraid of Undersiders' fate, cry then laugh like a madwoman then cry again. The only reason I was sorry for Skitter having to kill Coil is that this murder (even if it was 100% motivated) turned her into something she never wanted to be: a cold blooded killer. I think either Grue or Bitch should have been the ones to do this instead of Skitter. They're already killers and they're more tough than Skitter when it comes to conscience. I mean, Bitch was never sorry for all the crimes committed, Grue never regretted killing Burnscar in an act of self- defense/protecting his teammates. While Skitter feels sorry for trying to kill an absolute monster like Mannequin. I'm sure that sooner or later in the story, she'll regret the decision to personally kill Coil for two reasons: because she killed a human being, as bad as he was (this is how she'll tell herself, I'm convinced) and if Noelle's rampage will cause many victims (she'll blame herself just like she blamed herself for ABB rampage because she injured Bakuda or the dead of her people because she dared to fight back against Mannequin). This is how Skitter will react, she always reacted like this.

KnownParadox · Sep 20, 2018

I wonder how many timelines Coilvert created and deleted in the minute before he died.

Because who the fuck knows what he did.

He ran away.

He ran towards Skitter.

He ducked into the crowd of mercenaries.

He went for the the gun.

He ran away.

He went for the gun.

He offered money.

He tried to invoke C-

He ran away.

He pleaded.

He went for the gun.

He tried diplomacy.

He went for the gun.

He went for the knife in his boot.

He tried to call the PRT.

He went for the knife in his boots.

Hundreds of timelines, created and discarded.

Hundreds of attempts.

He died in every single one.

Until he ran out of time

He died.

And now onto Noelle!

rafuki22 · Sep 21, 2018

blackarrow said:
I'm gonna ask you a question and I hope you'll answer with sincerity. If you're in Skitter's place, would you kill Coil, a "man" who was already defeated, knowing that you're killing him in cold blood despite being a NECESSITY to end his life? Because, NOW I'm sure that I won't be capable to do it myself but I'll still ask anyway someone else to pull the trigger.

I'm not the right person to ask about morality, I'm pretty sure I could do it, and you know what bothers me? The pain my hand would feel if I shot, because I've never shot a weapon.
By the way, you said that Coil would die crying and begging for his life.
How do you feel about that?
And cauldron?

blackarrow · Sep 21, 2018

rafuki22 said:
I'm not the right person to ask about morality, I'm pretty sure I could do it, and you know what bothers me? The pain my hand would feel if I shot, because I've never shot a weapon.
By the way, you said that Coil would die crying and begging for his life.
How do you feel about that?
And cauldron?

Wow, you're tougher than me. Well, I never fired a gun either but I know how to use a crossbow ( a big crossbow) and I'm pretty good with it (not as good as Shadow Stalker and Flachette but close enough) and I can assure you that is not easy to handle a crossbow, especially for a girl.

So, I guess that I won't have many problems with a gun.
Maybe he cried and begged for his life in another timeline and in this timeline he just gave up and accepted his death.
This is what I can't understand. Why Cauldron didn't send Eidolon or Alexandria to save their pawn? Doctor Mother, the leader of Cauldron, said that Coil is very important for her purposes to save the world. If he was that important, then why she let him die instead of protecting him? Eidolon alone could have defeated all Coil's men+ Undersiders+ Travelers without many problems, because he have all the powers, he's basically like a human Scion and no parahuman can put him down (I'm sure that Scion/Endbringers can kill him but they're not humans anyway). I'm sure Doctor Mother knows what happened to Coil. How? Through their common man- Number Man, who's Coil's banker and Caudron's banker. Its impossible for Number Man (given his supposed power and Cauldron's technology) to not spy on Coil and Undersiders. Now the question, why Number Man didn't alerted his boss about Coil being in danger? Either Doctor Mother changed her mind about Coil's utility and abandoned him to his fate or Number Man is not so loyal to Cauldron as Doctor Mother believes him to be, having his own agenda. If Number Man knew about Tattletale's plan involving Coil and didn't do nothing to stop her then he did a FUCKING GOOD JOB.

blackarrow · Sep 21, 2018

KnownParadox said:
I wonder how many timelines Coilvert created and deleted in the minute before he died.

Because who the fuck knows what he did.

He ran away.

He ran towards Skitter.

He ducked into the crowd of mercenaries.

He went for the the gun.

He ran away.

He went for the gun.

He offered money.

He tried to invoke C-

He ran away.

He pleaded.

He went for the gun.

He tried diplomacy.

He went for the gun.

He went for the knife in his boot.

He tried to call the PRT.

He went for the knife in his boots.

Hundreds of timelines, created and discarded.

Hundreds of attempts.

He died in every single one.

Until he ran out of time

He died.

And now onto Noelle!

God Wildbow heard my prayers about Coil deserving to suffer before his death. And he suffered. He suffered in so many discarded timelines. Exactly how he deserved.

Noelle....I'll talk about her during the next Chapter. But I'll tell you something right now: no matter what she'll do, I'll feel TERRIBLE SORRY for her because she's an INNOCENT VICTIM of her own powers that she can't really control, of her own fate and whatever lies Coil told her about "cure" and Undersiders. She's not an evil villain like Coil or Jack, she's a tragic villain. I'm going to feel so bad for her but I'll accept if they'll have to put her down if they can't stop her otherwise.

Luckenzio · Sep 21, 2018

blackarrow said:
Wow, you're tougher than me. Well, I never fired a gun either but I know how to use a crossbow ( a big crossbow) and I'm pretty good with it (not as good as Shadow Stalker and Flachette but close enough) and I can assure you that is not easy to handle a crossbow, especially for a girl. So, I guess that I won't have many problems with a gun.
Maybe he cried and begged for his life in another timeline and in this timeline he just gave up and accepted his death.
This is what I can't understand. Why Cauldron didn't send Eidolon or Alexandria to save their pawn? Doctor Mother, the leader of Cauldron, said that Coil is very important for her purposes to save the world. If he was that important, then why she let him die instead of protecting him? Eidolon alone could have defeated all Coil's men+ Undersiders+ Travelers without many problems, because he have all the powers, he's basically like a human Scion and no parahuman can put him down (I'm sure that Scion/Endbringers can kill him but they're not humans anyway). I'm sure Doctor Mother knows what happened to Coil. How? Through their common man- Number Man, who's Coil's banker and Caudron's banker. Its impossible for Number Man (given his supposed power and Cauldron's technology) to not spy on Coil and Undersiders. Now the question, why Number Man didn't alerted his boss about Coil being in danger? Either Doctor Mother changed her mind about Coil's utility and abandoned him to his fate or Number Man is not so loyal to Cauldron as Doctor Mother believes him to be, having his own agenda. If Number Man knew about Tattletale's plan involving Coil and didn't do nothing to stop her then he did a FUCKING GOOD JOB.

Just ... ignore this until you finish the story. Then we can start with the more popular theories in the fandom.

AmbarGriss · Sep 21, 2018

I think you will love the next arc.

blackarrow · Sep 22, 2018

Hey, my friends. It looks like this new Chapter is the first Chapter of a new Arc called Migration. Undersiders will leave Brockton Bay and migrate to another city now that there's a danger looming over the city and its citizens as scary as an Endbringer? What about Danny? He have to move too, if his daughter will suddenly decide to leave the City. But I can't see Taylor leaving the City and letting it being destroyed in Noelle's rampage. She'll remain there, even if everyone else will leave and fight until her last breath, this is exactly what I'll always see her doing. Or maybe all the other citizens will migrate to other cities, and only Undersiders will remain behind, trying to stop Noelle, eventually making team with the heroes? Or, something even BETTER, this Arc is dedicated to Travelers: Migration- Travel and their backstories

, no wonder why AmbarGriss told me that I'm going to love this Arc. Please, be Travelers Arc, please, be Travelers Arc...Btw, during my re-read of the last Chapters, I noticed something that I didn't noticed during the liveblog (when I usually pay more attention to what I'm writing than what I'm reading). Dinah wasn't forced by Coil to "betray" Skitter, she did it on her own will. She saw the future and knew that Skitter will have more chances to work with Undersiders against Coil than alone, so she made this plan to force Skitter reveal Coil's plan and identity to Undersiders, right after they're convinced that it wasn't her the one who attacked them. Dinah did this in order to help Skitter and Undersiders, bring Coil down and be free.

She's smarter than I gave her credit until now. She's seriously become one of my favorite characters, I just love her and I'm in awe with how intelligent and good planner she can be, despite being drugged and exhausted. I don't know why, but Dinah is one of the very few Worm characters that I trust 100%. I mean, ALMOST no matter what she'll do (except for causing the death of innocents), I'm sure she have all the best intentions in the world. Such a great and responsible person trapped in such a small and frail body.

Alright, let's start this new Arc. I noticed how fast I'm reading Worm. I think I'll finish it in the first half of the next year. Then I'll start with Ward. My friend told me that Wildbow is still writing at Ward so I suppose I'll have enough Ward material once I'll be done with Worm

Migration 17.1

"Francis!" The word was an admonishment. "Where do you think you're going with that?"

He hung his head. The luggage he was hauling behind him was on wheels, but he propped it up so it stood straight, sticking his hands into his coat pockets. He reluctantly turned to face his mother.
"We have family over. Your Uncle Felix came all the way from California. I think they might want to spend some time with you this Christmas."
"You arranged that. I made these plans weeks ago, I told you about them."
"Nothing that involved luggage," she folded her arms. Olive skinned, with a hawkish expression, his mother managed to look intimidating even though she was an inch shorter than him.
He bent down and placed the luggage flat on the ground. He unzipped it and opened it for her to see.
She sighed. "It's not a productive pastime."
"I'd say it's pretty productive. We stand to make a pretty decent amount, here."
"You're going to make money?"
"We already are. But the thing is, depending on how today goes, we could make a lot more."
"You're dissembling, Francis."
He cringed, more at hearing his name than in response to the accusation. "I was going to save it for an announcement in front of the family tonight, after we see how it goes. We have stuff to hash out first, and it probably won't be pretty."
She gestured for him to go on.
He frowned. "We're on the verge of getting a sponsorship. It's pretty generous, too, even split between the five members of the team. And it's in addition to what we already make. Contract's just for one year, and if we prove ourselves, show we can hold our own, we could get a bigger, better contract when we renew the terms next year."
"This sounds a little too good to be true."
"We're good, mom. Ridiculously good. The sponsors have been talking about us being on the international stage."
"And just who is us?"
"This is starting to feel like an interrogation."
"It should. Who's on the team?"
"Well, there's two answers to that question-"
"Francis," she made it sound like a warning.
"You don't know all of them."
"Mm hmm. Is your alleged girlfriend in this group?"
He nodded. "Yeah. Her, Ms. Newland's daughter-"
"Oh, lovely."
"No, she's cool. Then there's this girl named Jess, there's Cody, and Luke."
"You left yourself out."
He smiled sheepishly.
"You're not in the group."
"Yet. Like I said, we have stuff to hash out," he said. He tried to force the smile from his face and failed.
"It's dangerous to mix business and friendship."
"I'm being careful."
She gave him a sharp look.
"Really!"
"Go. Be back by two."
"Can't. Going to take all day. I'll be back seven-thirty-ish."
"Seven. If you're late for dinner I'm taking your biggest present back to the store for a refund."
"I don't know how long it'll take. I can't make any promises, and all of this is kind of important to me."
"Then decide if it's worth losing the present."
He rolled his eyes. "I guess it is. Love you, mom."
"Go. Get lost." She smiled as she said it.
He zipped up his luggage and headed outside.
It was crisp. Fat snowflakes drifted down from above. He tugged his scarf tighter and headed out, the bottom edge of the luggage wiping out his footprints behind him, the wheels serving as the only trace of his passing.
His breath fogged up in the air, making his scarf damp around his mouth. This moisture, in turn, froze, making the fabric of his scarf stiff.
It wasn't a short walk to the bus stop, and getting the luggage onto the bus was a chore. It didn't help that it was crowded, packed with men, women and children eager to finish their Christmas shopping. He should have felt bad about the awkwardness of having his luggage there, getting in people's way as they got on the bus, but he didn't. A part of him thrived on being annoying. He liked to think it nourished him.
He even felt a little smug. He'd finished his shopping in September. Half of his motivation had been to avoid the hassle. Half was so he could lord it over friends and family.
Getting off the bus with his luggage was twice as hard as getting on. He made his way into the coffee shop and scanned the crowd.
He saw her, but he didn't hurry to her side. Instead, he spent a moment standing by the door, watching as she stood at the end of the short line. Her cheeks were red from the cold, and the snowflakes had melted into droplets on her eyelashes. Some flakes still clung persistently to her straight brown hair. She made her way to the front, and ordered. While she waited, she dabbed at the snow, wiping her eyes and hair, and then tucked her hat into her pocket.
Seeing her rub her cheeks to warm them, he felt an urge to hold her as tight as she could bear, to feel her cold cheek against his, to warm her with his body, and to let her warm him in turn. It caught him off guard in its suddenness and intensity.
He took a deep breath and crossed the coffee shop to wait by the far end of the counter. He jammed one hand in his pocket, as if that could keep him from following through on the impulse. After a few seconds, he pulled it out again. He did have self control.
Her face lit up as she saw him. He, in turn, snapped a smart salute. "Captain Noelle, ma'am!"

TRAVELERS' ARC. FREAKING TRAVELERS' ARC.

Thank you, thank you, God Wildbow, for the precious gifts you gave me lately: Coil's demise and a whole Arc dedicated to Travelers, the group of not-so-evil villains that I'm the most interested in. Awww, I'm so happy right now. Wait and see how sad I'll become once I'll learn more about Travelers.
So, hello, Noelle, the captain of Travelers, such a normal and cute girl before everything went to hell. And the young man who have an obvious crush on her is....Trickster? His mother is described as being olive skinned with hawkish expression, exactly how Trickster was described by Skitter when he took off his mask. But his name is Krouse, not Francis. Or maybe Krouse is his last name and Francis is his first name. Pretty weird that his friends are calling him using his last name. He have such a cute crush on Noelle, its not a freaky obsession as I believed, he indeed liked her in a more innocent way.

He also lies to his mother, not telling her a word about their villainous activities, instead pretending that they're a sport or artistic team getting money from sponsorship. Cool lie, Krouse, anyway is a little much better than how Taylor lies her father. Poor mr Hebert and mrs Krouse, being lied by their kids like this, all the fucking time.

But what if Krouse's lie is not exactly a lie, but a truth because the events in this Arc are happening in the past and maybe they don't have their powers yet/they're not villains? What if they're indeed an artistic or sport team? After all, Sundancer was described as having ballet as her hobby.

"Don't!" She blushed. "People are going to stare."

"I don't mind."
"I do!"
He smiled and led the way to the nearest empty table. He used one foot to slide the luggage bag against the wall and then pulled her chair out for her.
"I can't tell if you're being a gentleman or if you're trying to sweeten me up for this talk of ours."
"I'll take that as a good thing. It means I still get the brownie points, but you won't be hard on me to make up for the fact that I'm being conniving."
"I should."
"Besides, it's my prerogative to treat you well, right?"
She smiled a little and took another sip of coffee.
"We are boyfriend and girlfriend?" he asked. He could see the smile fall from her face. He hurried to speak before she could protest. "Probationary boyfriend and girlfriend. You know you can still break this off any time, right? Don't give a second thought to my feelings."
"That's not it. I like you, Krouse."
Francis Krouse felt something jolt inside him. It was like surprise but not. He already knew she liked him, but hearing it said… he felt his face warming up, and distracted himself by untucking and folding his scarf.
Finding himself unable to look directly at her, as embarrassed at his own embarrassment as anything else, he replied, "I like you too."

Awww, she likes him back. They're official boyfriend and girlfriend. Ok, probationary boyfriend and girlfriend but its obvious that they have feelings for each other, especially Krouse is smitten with Noelle. Noelle seems to be a bit insecure about their relationship. Maybe she's not sure yet on her feelings? Or her parents don't agree with Krouse? Or she likes another boy but she doesn't want to break Krouse's heart? Krouse is being such a sweetheart with her.

He seems so different from Trickster, its like they're completely opposite persons, the only thing they still have in common being their loyalty to Noelle. Alright, my theory about what I think that happened with them is this one: their city was attacked by Simurgh of Behemoth (my bets are on Simurgh), it was destroyed, they had to run away from its ruins, they triggered and got their powers (except for Noelle), Noelle was injured to the point of dying, Krouse found a Cauldron vial or contacted Cauldron somehow, he made Noelle drink the vial but something went terrible wrong and she got powers she can't control. Then they become villains and accepted to work for Coil in order to cure their friend. Let's see how right or wrong I'm about everything.

"I just- I worry I'm not being fair. We don't actually-"

"We do what we want to do, right? We enjoy each other's company?"
"Yeah." She sipped at her coffee again, then put it down to rub her hands for a second. "I enjoy your company."
Tentatively, he reached out and placed his hand over hers. Cold. He reached out with his other hand and placed it under hers to help warm it.
"Look at this. Krouse is being sweet," a girl said.
He turned in his seat to see the others. Marissa wore a pristine white jacket with a fur ruff. Between her delicate features and the way her blond hair glittered with the moisture of the snow, she looked almost angelic.
Luke was almost the opposite. Grungy, mismatched, dressed in layers, with a plaid green button-up shirt under a blue jacket, and a red t-shirt beneath that. His beard was a thin teenage scruff. He bumped fists with Krouse before sitting down. Krouse was almost embarrassed to realize he was doing something so stereotypically 'cool'. It had started as something they did ironically and turned into habit.
Jess was the last to join them, navigating between the chairs, tables and other customers, making sharp turns as she wheeled herself to the table. Her hair was shaggy, she had three piercings in one ear and thick eyeliner around her eyes. A shopping bag sat in her lap and more were hooked over the handles of her wheelchair.

The rest of the Travelers...Hello, Marissa aka Sundancer, you're always the angel of the team, both on the outside and inside. My favorite Travelers' member.

Hello, Luke aka...Ballistic? He's Ballistic, right? Except for Krouse, there are two other male members of the team: Ballistic and Oliver. So, Luke is Ballistic. Hello you too, Jess aka Genesis. Nice to know your real names, dudes. I like more to use real names than codenames. Actually, I hate using codenames, they almost dehumanize the people who are using them.

So, where is Oliver? He's not with the team, maybe he's busy doing something else in meantime.

"I'm sorry, Jess," Noelle apologized the second the girl arrived. "We should have found a table closer to the door."

"She keeps saying she doesn't want us to treat her different," Krouse said, shrugging. "Don't see why we should have."
Jess gave him the finger. "There's a middle ground that lies between being an asshole and being so accommodating that you make me feel like a freak. The others have found that middle ground, I don't see why you can't."
"I'm doing exactly what you asked for and not treating you any different than I'd treat a non-cripple."
"Alright, alright," Marissa said. "Let's not get into another argument. We're short on time."
Noelle nodded, "We don't have long before we have to get ready, and we really should figure out what we're doing. You guys got my emails?"
Marissa sighed, the mood changing in a flash. "Yeah."
There were nods from the others. Krouse stayed very still, watching them.
"This makes things complicated," Luke said. "You're in charge, though, so you get the final say."
Noelle made a face. "I know, but the problem is we're not just teammates. We're friends. And you guys know that Krouse and I are dating. That complicates things. I don't think I have the perspective to make the call on my own. I put my thoughts in the emails, I'm just hoping you guys can give me some direction. If you say we shouldn't-"
"No. The shitty thing is that the logic is sound," Luke said. "No offense, Krouse, but this would be a lot easier if you sucked and we could kick you to the curb."
Krouse shrugged.
Luke went on, "Look, if we were talking about staying local, being casual about this, or even sticking to the national level, we'd keep Cody. He's reliable, but he's not at the level we need if we're actually going international. He's boring, he doesn't have fans. He won't get any future sponsors interested. To top it off, he's too traditional. He won't surprise our opponents. They know how to deal with people like him."
Noelle nodded. "Say what you will about Krouse, like how he's crap when it comes to calling shots-"
"Hey."
"Or even the fact that he's prone to ignoring orders if he thinks it'll help us. Um, he's right so long as it's just him operating solo, but yeah… The thing is, if we're talking about the big picture, international recognition and going head to head with the best in the world… Krouse has the natural ability to change things up, so we can adapt our strategies to whatever they're able to pull off."
"And he has fans," Jess said. "As many as any two of us combined."
Krouse couldn't help but smirk.
"As a call for the good of the team, it makes sense," Luke said. "But in terms of our friendships, well, Cody's going to be hurt. He put in a lot of effort helping us get to this point. He's my friend, just like Krouse is. This is a pretty big betrayal, kicking the guy off the team right before we get our sponsorship."
"Will the sponsor be okay with this?" Jess asked.
"As long as we prove we're ready this afternoon," Noelle said.
"You know the arguments Cody's going to make," Marissa said.
"Yeah."
"Can I say something?" Krouse asked.
He could see them glancing at one another, trying to decide.
"So long as it's helpful," Jess replied.
"Look. Cody is a type A personality. Like Marissa-" he saw Marissa's expression change and added, "I don't mean that in a bad way. Marissa and Cody are training the hardest and practicing the most. That's respectable. The difference is, well, we've all seen how much time Cody puts in. And I think he's hit his ceiling, and he knows it. He's not keeping up, and I don't know how much he's going to improve over the coming months or years."

Ok, they're indeed a sport team. I wonder what kind of sport they're playing. A certain sport that girls can play too along with the boys, without any discrimination based of the differences in strength and speed. Jess is also part of the team, so this sport is accessible to people with disabilities as well. Hmmm, the only sport I can think of that is accessible to everyone is CHESS. They must be a chess team. Now I understand why they're so GOOD at chess and other mind sports back when they and Undersiders went to Ballistic's territory after the failed meeting with Hookwolf the Babies Killer. Everything make so much sense now.

So, Jess likes to be treated like any normal person, being a strong and determined young girl who doesn't want people to pity her for her inability to walk, Marissa is ambitious and a perfectionist in everything she's doing, and this new character called Cody (who's part of their team but now part of the Travelers unless there's a possibility that he's Oliver and Oliver is the new name he took as Traveler) is not such a great player, despite training hard, he's boring and they want to replace him with Krouse. I have a feeling that Cody will not like this decision, especially since he's so determined to be the best one in this team. Poor guy, but I don't blame his teammates. He's not good enough and they don't want to risk to lose in front of their competitors just for his sake. I know all of this sounds cruel and unfair, but they have to be pragmatic if they want to gain money and fame.

"And me?" Marissa asked.

"I don't know how close you are to hitting the ceiling, but you have natural talent and ability that Cody doesn't. I would have zero worries with you backing me up, even on the world stage."
She pursed her lips.
"Anyways, we're talking about Cody. He's not improving. If I'm on the team, I'm going to work harder, I'm going to improve in every department, and I fully expect you guys to kick my ass to make me do it. And I've been pretty excellent already."
"If you fuck this up for us, you know we'll never let you live it down," Luke said.
"Of course."
Luke sighed and said, "I'm caught between two friends, so I can only make this call in terms of the team and in terms of the business. I think we should go with Krouse. He'll put in the work, and we all know he's good. Some practice and we'll get everything coordinated, and we'll be far stronger for it."
There were nods all around.
Luke continued, "Krouse was saying that Cody and Marissa are type A personalities. He's not wrong. Marissa's who she is because of the megabitch."
Marissa frowned, but she didn't argue the point.
"And Cody's who he is because he can't stand to lose. So how's he going to react if he finds out he's been bumped for Krouse?"
Nobody responded. It was too easy to imagine.
"We're in agreement, then?" Noelle asked. She was hunched over her coffee, both hands wrapped around it for warmth. She didn't look happy. "Last chance for objections, or to say if you're having second thoughts. I won't be angry if you do."
Did she want there to be a good argument against this, so there wouldn't be a confrontation?
Nobody spoke up.
"Let's go deliver the bad news then."
While Krouse and Jess navigated their way past the maze of tables and chairs, Marissa hurried to the front counter and ordered. She joined them outside a minute later, handing one donut to Noelle, who accepted it with a roll of her eyes.
They'd chosen the donut shop because it was only a block away from Luke's apartment. It made for a short walk to their destination.
"Krouse, you want to take the elevator with Jess, rest of us will take the stairs?" Noelle offered. She turned to Luke, "Cody here already?"
"Probably. My brother said he'd stick around long enough to let him in before he went shopping."
"So you want to break the news to him without me there," Krouse said.
Noelle and Luke nodded in unison.
"Alright," Krouse agreed.
"Krouse is being cooperative?" Jess commented, quirking an eyebrow. "I'm impressed. And a little unnerved."
He smiled at that, and he looked to Noelle as he said, "Good luck."
A moment later, it was just him and Jess in the lobby, along with two elderly couples who were sitting in the chairs in the mini-lounge by the doors, talking.
"You must be nervous," Jess said.
"Never," he smirked.
"See, I have you figured out. You have a tell, when you're lying."
"Sure."
"The more overconfident you act, the more nervous you are. And when you're feeling down, you poke at people, provoke them. I think you get some validation out of it, like, if you can test people and they're still your friends after, you can feel confident in that friendship."
"Ohhh, seems like you spend a lot of time thinking about me. Maybe a little bit of a crush there? Eh? Unrequited love?"
She broke into laughter, too sudden and hearty to be anything but genuine.

I suppose the "megabitch" must be Marissa's mother. OMG, another terrible parent in this story. What's your problem with the terrible parents, God Wildbow? Its like your whole world is filled with bad and creepy parents and the good ones are just as rare as unicorns. Man, this is almost ridiculous, honestly speaking.

So, they're going to tell the "good" news to Cody. Joy! Luke have a brother. Please, be a good brother, please be a decent brother. And Jess have an obvious crush on Krouse, despite Krouse and Noelle dating. He's aware of her crush and act with amusement, but without being a jerk about. Poor Jess, now its more clear for me why Genesis always defended Trickster in front of Skitter, being the one able to understand him the most in the team. Because she loves him. She knows that she doesn't have any chance with him, yet she never stopped to love him. Jess, you're an amazing person, you know?

You gave your heart to the boy that gave his heart to another girl and you don't want to take it back. This is what the mysterious ways of love are doing with us, guys. We're ready to do crazy things that we won't do if we weren't in love.

He shook his head a little and let her go first into the elevator before following with his luggage.

"What-" he started speaking, but he stopped when she broke into another fit of giggles. "Come on, now."
The thing was, he mused, Jess would probably be a good match for him. She was probably the best when it came to keeping him in line, keeping him real, and calling him on his shit. She wasn't bad looking either.
But she was in a wheelchair, and though he sort of wished he could be the kind of person who could take that in stride, he had to admit he wasn't.
Then there was Marissa, the most attractive member of their group by far. Nobody would deny it. Tall, blond, slim, with a body honed by years of dancing and ballet. She was good looking enough that it was intimidating. Odd as it was, nobody in the group had asked her out, as far as he knew. Marissa's mother played a part in that; nobody wanted to deal with the megabitch.
Noelle, oddly enough, had been the girl they'd fought over the most. It was odd because she didn't have Marissa's head-turning beauty or Jess's confidence. It made her more approachable, in a strange way, up until the point where Noelle had shut down any and all advances. Getting close to her had been a slow process, one with a lot of missteps on his part and skittishness on hers.
He had a sense of what the story was behind that. Marissa knew too, by all indications, but he hadn't asked. That was Noelle's private story, to be shared when she was ready.
The moment the elevator doors parted, he could hear the shouting.
"You assholes! I didn't want him on the team in the first place and now you're replacing me with him!?"
"Calm down, Cody." Luke, ever reasonable. "Shouting isn't going to help, and it'll bother the neighbors."
"He's manipulating you! He's a slimy creep, and you know this is exactly why he's dating Noelle. Or don't you find it a little suspect that they started dating almost right after we voted her captain?"
Krouse glanced at Jess, who furrowed her brow as she looked up at him. They stepped out of the elevator and paused outside of the door to Luke's apartment.
Oliver and Chris were standing outside the door. A more different pair was hard to imagine. Chris was Marissa's friend. After Marissa had dropped all of her old hobbies and joined the team, Chris was the only one of her friends who'd stuck around. Krouse didn't see why, but Chris tended to have girls all over him. He was worlds different compared to Oliver, who was short, pear shaped, his blond hair cut in an unfortunate bowl- style that wouldn't have suited someone four years younger.
"You idiots!" Cody swore. "You know he planned this. Asshole thinks he's so smart, and you just feed that delusion!"
Chris mouthed the word 'wow'.
"Cody," Noelle started, "We talked it over-"
"Without me!"
"Because we knew you'd react like this, and we wanted to be sure we all agreed before we moved ahead."
"And I bet Krouse was there, wasn't he?"
"He was."
"Real fair."
"He kept his mouth shut," Noelle said.
Not exactly true, Krouse thought.
"He was still there. You think the others are gonna say he sucks and he doesn't deserve a spot on the team while looking him in the eyes?"
It was Luke who answered him. "Honestly? Yeah. We would."
The directness gave Cody pause. Krouse decided to head inside. He found Luke, Marissa and Noelle standing together against a red faced Cody.
"You." Cody narrowed his eyes. "You dick."
"I'm honestly sorry," Krouse said. "If there was a way for the deal to include all of us, I'd take it without question. We can only have five."
"But you have no problem stabbing me in the back for your own benefit."
"It's more for everyone's benefit-"
"Except mine."
"Really, I am sorry. I know how hard you've worked."
"I work twice as hard as anyone else," Cody stabbed a finger at Krouse, "Ten times as hard as you."
"And you're only about as good as Mars," Krouse said, shrugging, jerking his thumb in Marissa's direction. "And if I'm better than you while putting in as little effort as you say, how much better will I be when I'm trying?"
Cody clenched his fist, and Krouse could tell that he was about to swing. He grit his teeth and braced himself for the hit. Better to take it than-
"Cody," Luke cut in, putting himself between the two. "You're pissed. You're allowed to be pissed. I would be too, if I was in your shoes."
"I thought we were friends," Cody replied. The emotion in his voice was raw enough to make Krouse cringe.

Megabitch is indeed Marissa's mother. And no boy dares to be Marissa's boyfriend because the Megabitch scares them all. Wow, what a bitch! I already don't like her, not at all, especially since I sympathize with Marissa so much. Cody is NOT Oliver, he's someone who'll either die or be left behind. Chris is Marissa's friend who may or may not have a crush on her but he's too afraid of Megabitch (this is how I'll call her even if I'll learn her name, ok?

) to even dare to make a move towards her so he's ok to be just her friend. Another team member who'll cease to exist after they'll become Travelers. Here, Oliver is described as not being so good looking as he was described while being a Traveler. I think that his power changed his looks and I won't be surprised if he's a Changer able to shapeshift into any person at his choice or to create an illusion that he looks so good. Cody is such an ASS, OMG. I was under impression that Krouse is the biggest asshole of the team, but he's a little baby compared with Cody. Cody is indeed the biggest asshole, reacting like a madman because he was excluded from the team (well, he's kind of motivated but he should be aware and understand that he's NOT a good player, no matter his efforts, and his team will never win if they don't get rid of him. He should care more about the team as a whole than about his own person). Besides, his anger is motivated by something else besides not being able to play anymore. He LIKES Noelle and is super-pissed because she likes Krouse instead of him. He's jealous as fuck on both Krouse and Noelle. Aww, young love. I like this first Chapter so much. The Proto-Travelers are such complicated people.

"We are. But this is business. And we need to get to business, because we only have a little time to get ready. You can hit him, or you can stay. Pick one."

"Stay and watch him make his debut?" Cody asked, bitter.
"This isn't set in stone yet. If he fucks up today, if this doesn't work out-"
"We're boned," Cody finished.
"No. We'll drop him and reinstate you, we'll apologize to our sponsors-to-be and we'll move ahead."
"So I hit him or I stay and watch him crash and burn?"
"Basically."
Cody smiled. "I'll stay."
"Wonderful." Krouse smiled back. "We really should get ready."
Everyone else was already set up, so they took on the job of prepping the room. Luke shared his apartment with his brother and another roommate, but both had vacated for the day, leaving Luke the freedom to rearrange the furniture. He recruited Marissa and Oliver to help with the moving of the stuff he hadn't been able to shift on his own. Chris took the job of pulling the curtains closed, reducing the light that streamed in through the windows to a few glowing slivers that stretched across the floor. Cody stood by with his arms folded.
"Here, Noelle," Krouse said. He set his luggage flat on the ground and unzipped it. There were computers inside, each half the size of a regular desktop, wrapped in layers of towels and plastic sheeting.
"Thanks for the loan. Don't trust mine with the sheer amount of crap my cousin downloaded onto it."
"Actually…" He trailed off, sticking his hands in his pockets. "I took my old machine, I replaced the power supply, formatted it, installed a clean OS and done all my usual tricks for clearing out the crap that we'll never use and optimizing it. You can consider it an early Christmas present."
She stared at him, and he tried to interpret her expression. A used computer for a present, would she be offended? Or, conversely, was she bothered at the idea that he'd given her a two-year-old, two-thousand- dollar machine and that he might want something of equivalent value?
She hugged him for the first time in recent memory. "It's great. Thank you."
"I know the hardware is two years old, but it's still better than most."
She hugged him tighter, then let go, "I don't know how to thank you, and I don't want you to take this as me dodging the subject or being ungrateful, but we really should prep."
"For sure," he smiled. His body was buzzing from the physical contact.
With Oliver's help, Luke had pulled the couch away from the wall and turned it around, and arranged desks and tables in its place. Five computers were set in a row. Noelle and Krouse left their computers off, but the others started up. A few mouse clicks and the loading image for Ransack appeared. The game's login screen music played over the speakers of each computer, each out of step with the others.
Krouse looked at Chris and Oliver. Second stringers. He'd been one of them, more or less content to watch as everyone else had all the fun. Oliver was trying to get to a competitive level, but he wasn't very good. Chris only participated to keep Marissa company and to earn some pocket money.
"Let's talk strategy for tonight's tournament, then," Noelle said. "Krouse is new, they might not expect him, but Jess is our best overlord. I think she should go first, Krouse second, I'll follow up, then Luke, then Marissa if we get that far in the best of five. Any complaints?"
There were shakes of the head.
"We're up against the Chork Pops, North American team. They'll lead with Mark Key as their overlord. We know him. He likes to stall and put every resource towards making a brutal end-boss surrounded by traps and trap spells. Kind of the opposite of Jess. I'll take the lead as tank and team captain for round one. Krouse, you have any idea what you want to do?"
"I've been practicing with an illusion-subtlety-assassin hybrid class."
"Illusion sucks," Cody muttered. "And a three-way hybrid? You're spreading your points too thin."
And this is why I'm on the team and you aren't.
"I take the first opportunity to invade our dungeon, use the subtlety and assassin part of my build to pick them off as opportunities come up. Our core group's pretty strong, so they'll be fine as a trio. Since it's normal to fall behind when invading, they won't notice I'm weaker with a shallow point spread. Endgame stage, I can return to the enemy dungeon to help against the boss, I'll whip out the illusion magic and we'll make a play. Circle around, or get him to activate the traps too early-"
He stopped as a rumble shook the building.
"What was that?" Krouse didn't hear who asked the question. One of the other guys.
The power cut out, the music from the computers cutting off, the lights going dark.
"Shit! The tournament!" Luke swore.
The light that leaked in around the edges of the windows dimmed, the curtains simultaneously billowing inward. Except the windows were closed.
Krouse didn't have two seconds to wonder what was going on before he felt a momentary weightlessness. He felt himself tipping over, stepped back to catch his balance, and found the floor tilting, out of reach of his foot.
A heartbeat later, the windows were directly overhead, and he was falling. He started to scream, but he managed only a monosyllabic, "Ah!" before he fell onto the side of the dining room table, tumbled to one side and slammed into the chairs, the wind knocked out of him.
Noelle wasn't lucky enough to have the dining room beneath her to break her fall. Wood splinters flew as she hit the chair. The table that had held the computers followed her, striking hard and then sliding across the wall to rest against what had been the ceiling.
The wires connecting the computers to the power bar and the power bar to the wall came free. One computer tower dangled, swung, bounced and fell, a projectile aimed directly for Krouse's head. He threw himself toward the space under the dining room table, as much as he could with the chairs beneath him. The computer punched a hole in the wall.
Noelle wasn't so lucky, nor was she as free to move out of the way. The remainder of the computers and computer monitors came free of the wall and fell on top of her.
The others had been further back, had fallen against the wall that framed the kitchen, to Krouse's right. He could only hear their shouts and screams, the heavy thuds of bookcases, books, couch and television falling on top of them.
Then stillness, with only the sound of a high, steady scream to break the silence.
The apartment had turned on its side. The windows loomed high above them, curtains hanging straight down. Dim light streamed down into the otherwise dark room.
"Noelle," Krouse gasped, staggering to his feet. He climbed over the heap of furniture, tentatively setting foot on the wall to circle around to get to her.
She was limp, blood streaming from her mouth and nose. She wasn't the one screaming.
"Come on," he muttered, making his way to her and carefully dragging her out of the pile of computers. He checked her pulse: not strong, but there. Her breathing was thin.

They're not chess team, they're gamers and they play a role-playing game similar with D&D. So, a "sport" that anyone can practice. Cody is a super-jerk but he accepted Krouse's presence, even if only to see him fail miserably.

Krouse is so freaking nice with Noelle, giving her his computer as a gift, but everything went to HELL when Simurgh (I'm sure is her, ok?) decided that is the right time to initiate a devastating attack upon the city. Hey, winged bitch, you injured Noelle, destroyed the team's hope for becoming famous and left Luke homeless. You did so many awful things in a matter of few seconds. I think I'm going to hate her more than I hate Leviathan. Especially because she injured Noelle.

So, I was right about Noelle being injured to the point of dying. Now what? They'll suffer a common trigger?

Had to get her help. Just had to get out of there. He looked around. The kitchen door was a solid ten feet above the new 'floor', the ledge that the others were on, the wall that had encircled the kitchen, was five or so feet above that. Every surface around him was flat, featureless, with nothing to climb.

One of the girls on the upper level was muttering, "Oh god, oh god, oh god," over and over. Marissa or Jess. The girl who wasn't repeating the words said something he couldn't make out. And that keening, it wasn't stopping. Didn't she need to catch a breath? He covered his ears.
It didn't help. Must have hit my head.
"Hey!" He shouted. "We need help!"
Luke peered over the edge, face pale as he looked down at Krouse.
"Noelle's hurt," Krouse said, a tremor in his voice.
"Chris is dead," Luke replied, oddly calm.
They stared at each other, eyes wide, experiencing mutual shock. Luke seemed to break free of the spell first, disappearing from sight.
It was a few minutes before Luke returned, throwing down a knotted sheet.
Carefully, Krouse picked Noelle up and arranged her so she draped over one shoulder. It was awkward; she was nearly too heavy for him to lift. He managed to keep hold of her with one hand and gripped the knotted sheet with the other, wrapping it around his hand and wrist so he couldn't lose his grip. He could hear Luke giving orders to the others. They began hauling him up.
Once he was high enough, he set foot on the doorframe by the kitchen, stepped on the half-inch ledge as they lifted him again, then accepted Luke's hand in getting up to the ledge.
Jess was caught, her wheelchair trapped beneath the couch and a bookshelf, and she had a thread of blood trailing from the corner of one eye, which was bloodshot.
Cody was reeling up the knotted sheet, avoiding looking back at Chris while Oliver attached another sheet at the end.
Krouse glanced at Chris and then looked away. The boy lay against the wall, his head bisected by the top of the bookcase. Already, Krouse could detect the cloying odor of mingled blood, urine and shit. Marissa knelt by her friend's body, holding his hand, unmoving. She'd stopped chanting in shock.
"What happened?" Oliver asked, sounding very much like a little boy. Not that he was. They were in the same class, the same age.
"Could have been an earthquake" Luke suggested, still sounding strangely calm. "We need to find out how to get out of here."
"Noelle needs a hospital," Krouse said.
"We need a way out of here first." Luke looked up at the windows, ten feet above their heads. Neither the floor nor the ceiling offered anything to grip. "All the stuff from the bedroom and closet fell into the front hall."
"Then we go out the window," Krouse said, looking up. "We can use the couch and bookcases like ladders."
The work was grim, quiet, as they moved the furniture, sharing the burdens between four of them at a time. Nobody looked at Chris, nor did they touch the bookcase that had fallen on him.
Twice, they had to rearrange and reposition the parts of their improvised ladder as resounding impacts shook the building.
Krouse was first up, followed by Luke, who carried Noelle. As her boyfriend, it smarted to let someone else carry the burden, but Krouse knew Luke was stronger, more athletic. Going first meant he could help them up and ensure Noelle didn't fall.
He was glad the snow had stopped, but there was a strong wind, and it was painfully cold. They hadn't brought jackets and gloves up with them, and getting clothes from the front closet would be nearly impossible.
They'd have to find shelter soon. He perched on the building's concrete exterior, waiting for the others.
He stared out at the city around him. Snow had been stirred into clouds, and half a dozen buildings had obviously been knocked down, judging by the remaining wreckage. Luke's apartment building had toppled.
How did it not collapse in on our heads?
He turned his attention to his girlfriend, reached over, and squeezed her hand. Noelle still hadn't woken up.
Cody came up with Jess riding piggyback, her wheelchair abandoned. Oliver and Marissa were the last to ascend.
"That music," Marissa complained. "Driving me crazy."
"Music?"
"Like an opera singer singing a high note and never stopping for breath. Only it changes a little if I pay attention to it."
The scream.
"You hear it too?" Krouse asked. He pressed his hands to his ears to warm them.
"I thought it was a siren," Oliver said.
"It's not," Krouse replied. "It's in our heads. Try covering your ears."
One by one, they did.
"What the hell?" Luke asked.
But Krouse saw Jess' face, the dawning look of horror.
"What is it?"
"I know what it is," she said. She started looking around, twisting around from her perch on Cody's back to search the cityscape around them.
Another earthshaking crash and a flash of light drew their eyes to the same spot.
Three buildings floated in mid air, a distance away, the lower floors ragged where they had been separated from the ground. One by one, they were hurled through the air like someone might lob a softball. Even with the impact happening half a mile away, the ground shook enough to make them stumble.
There was a flash of golden light, and the mass of some irregular shape hurtled in their general direction. The impact seemed mild for the size of the object that landed. It was hard to make out through the cloud of snow and debris.
Then it unfolded, so to speak. No, it isn't that big. But 'big' was a hard thing to define.
She seemed human, but fifteen or so feet tall, waif-thin, and unclothed. Her hair whipped around her, nearly as long as she was tall and platinum-white. The most shocking part of it all was the wings; she had so many, asymmetrical and illogical in their arrangement, each with pristine white feathers. The three largest wings folded around her protectively, far too large in proportion to her body, even with her height. Other wings of varying size fanned out from the joints of others, from the wing tips, and from her spine. Some seemed to be positioned to give the illusion of modesty, angled around her chest and pelvis.
Each of her wings slowly unfurled as she stretched them out to their limits, and the snow and dust around her was gently pushed away. The tips of the largest three wings raked through the building faces on either side of the four lane road, tearing through concrete and brick and bending the steel girders that supported the structures.
She rose off the ground and settled on her tiptoes, as if the massive wings were weightless or even buoyant. There were parts of her that were see-through, Krouse realized. Or not quite see through, but porous? Hollow? One hand, one leg, some of her hair, her shoulder, they were made up of feathers, the same alabaster white of her skin, intricately woven and sculpted into a shape that resembled body parts, with enough gaps that he could maybe see the empty darkness beneath.
She turned to one side, and Krouse could make out her face. Her features were delicate with high cheekbones. Her eyes were gray from corner to corner. And cold. There was nothing he could point to, no particular feature or quality that could help him explain why or how, but seeing her face made it harder to describe any kind of human quality to her. If he'd been thinking she had a sense of modesty before, he didn't now.
She raised one wing to shield herself as a beam of golden light speared through the clouds. Feathers glowed orange-gold as they were blasted free, disintegrating into tiny sparks and motes of light as the remains drifted away.

God, what a DEATH for poor Chris!

RIP Chris "hugs Marissa who just lost her friend and who's so close to lose another friend". I was right about the winged bitch too. So far, my theory is not just my rich imagination. Unfortunate. Simurgh is fighting someone who can shoot beams of golden light. Only Scion have this power. She's fighting Scion, the savior of humanity. Scion, why you don't kill her? Why you don't kill any Endbringer? I mean, they obviously hate humanity to guts and they're at personal war with it, and you have the possibility to eliminate these alien terrorists and save so many lives and cities and countries. Yet, you don't do anything to REALLY stop them forever. This is the reason why I'm so suspicious when it comes to Scion, who might not have the best intentions in his alien mind like humanity want to believe. Besides, I don't understand why Simurgh have human features- just like Scion- while the other two Endbringers not only act like monsters, but they're literal monsters. What if Simurgh will turn out to be Scion's mate/girlfriend/wife/whatever their species call the romantic partner of someone and the two Endbringers are their pets and they just play a sick game of fighting against each other while using this Earth as their playground?

lol

I'm kidding with this shit-theory but anything is possible in Worm after all.

The screaming in his head was louder, Krouse realized. There was a new undercurrent to it, a thread that seemed to point to the sound taking shape, altering subtly in pitch. What had been a single note was now shifting between two.

"It's the smurf," Cody breathed.
"The Simurgh," Jess corrected, her voice small. "What is she doing here? Why is she here?"
"Shut up and run," Krouse said. "Run."

Cody, you're a jerk, you suck at games and you don't even know Endbringers. I'm so disappointed in you, my boy. Simurgh is playing mind games with them, apparently using her psychic powers to sing inside their heads and make them go crazy. She's obviously the most dangerous Endbringer. Parahumans can dodge Leviathan and Behemoth's attacks and even injure them but nobody (except probably for Scion) can dodge a mind attack of someone who can mess with the very essence of the future. I don't get why Legend said that Behemoth is the powerful one when all he can do is to use energy and bypass Manton Effect, attacks that can be avoided by talented parahumans. Simurgh can fucking make people go crazy and alter the future. She's the real POWERHOUSE of Endbringers and apparently the most interesting one.
Run, you poor unfortunate souls. Run and escape from this cursed city. Leave the two Gods behind to destroy it in their fight, the only thing you can do now is to survive.

Good night and sleep well, my friends. This is one of the most exciting, tragic, WTF and beautiful Arcs and I can't wait for the next Chapter.

blackarrow · Sep 22, 2018

Luckenzio said:
Just ... ignore this until you finish the story. Then we can start with the more popular theories in the fandom.

Aw man, this mystery isn't going to be explained in canon, only in fan theories? Not fair, man, not fair at all.

AmbarGriss · Sep 22, 2018

Now you are going to see why The Simurgh is my favorite Endbringer.

rafuki22 · Sep 23, 2018

blackarrow said:
Hey, my friends. It looks like this new Chapter is the first Chapter of a new Arc called Migration. Undersiders will leave Brockton Bay and migrate to another city now that there's a danger looming over the city and its citizens as scary as an Endbringer? What about Danny? He have to move too, if his daughter will suddenly decide to leave the City. But I can't see Taylor leaving the City and letting it being destroyed in Noelle's rampage. She'll remain there, even if everyone else will leave and fight until her last breath, this is exactly what I'll always see her doing. Or maybe all the other citizens will migrate to other cities, and only Undersiders will remain behind, trying to stop Noelle, eventually making team with the heroes? Or, something even BETTER, this Arc is dedicated to Travelers: Migration- Travel and their backstories , no wonder why AmbarGriss told me that I'm going to love this Arc. Please, be Travelers Arc, please, be Travelers Arc...Btw, during my re-read of the last Chapters, I noticed something that I didn't noticed during the liveblog (when I usually pay more attention to what I'm writing than what I'm reading). Dinah wasn't forced by Coil to "betray" Skitter, she did it on her own will. She saw the future and knew that Skitter will have more chances to work with Undersiders against Coil than alone, so she made this plan to force Skitter reveal Coil's plan and identity to Undersiders, right after they're convinced that it wasn't her the one who attacked them. Dinah did this in order to help Skitter and Undersiders, bring Coil down and be free. She's smarter than I gave her credit until now. She's seriously become one of my favorite characters, I just love her and I'm in awe with how intelligent and good planner she can be, despite being drugged and exhausted. I don't know why, but Dinah is one of the very few Worm characters that I trust 100%. I mean, ALMOST no matter what she'll do (except for causing the death of innocents), I'm sure she have all the best intentions in the world. Such a great and responsible person trapped in such a small and frail body. Alright, let's start this new Arc. I noticed how fast I'm reading Worm. I think I'll finish it in the first half of the next year. Then I'll start with Ward. My friend told me that Wildbow is still writing at Ward so I suppose I'll have enough Ward material once I'll be done with Worm Migration 17.1

TRAVELERS' ARC. FREAKING TRAVELERS' ARC. Thank you, thank you, God Wildbow, for the precious gifts you gave me lately: Coil's demise and a whole Arc dedicated to Travelers, the group of not-so-evil villains that I'm the most interested in. Awww, I'm so happy right now. Wait and see how sad I'll become once I'll learn more about Travelers.
So, hello, Noelle, the captain of Travelers, such a normal and cute girl before everything went to hell. And the young man who have an obvious crush on her is....Trickster? His mother is described as being olive skinned with hawkish expression, exactly how Trickster was described by Skitter when he took off his mask. But his name is Krouse, not Francis. Or maybe Krouse is his last name and Francis is his first name. Pretty weird that his friends are calling him using his last name. He have such a cute crush on Noelle, its not a freaky obsession as I believed, he indeed liked her in a more innocent way. He also lies to his mother, not telling her a word about their villainous activities, instead pretending that they're a sport or artistic team getting money from sponsorship. Cool lie, Krouse, anyway is a little much better than how Taylor lies her father. Poor mr Hebert and mrs Krouse, being lied by their kids like this, all the fucking time. But what if Krouse's lie is not exactly a lie, but a truth because the events in this Arc are happening in the past and maybe they don't have their powers yet/they're not villains? What if they're indeed an artistic or sport team? After all, Sundancer was described as having ballet as her hobby.

Awww, she likes him back. They're official boyfriend and girlfriend. Ok, probationary boyfriend and girlfriend but its obvious that they have feelings for each other, especially Krouse is smitten with Noelle. Noelle seems to be a bit insecure about their relationship. Maybe she's not sure yet on her feelings? Or her parents don't agree with Krouse? Or she likes another boy but she doesn't want to break Krouse's heart? Krouse is being such a sweetheart with her. He seems so different from Trickster, its like they're completely opposite persons, the only thing they still have in common being their loyalty to Noelle. Alright, my theory about what I think that happened with them is this one: their city was attacked by Simurgh of Behemoth (my bets are on Simurgh), it was destroyed, they had to run away from its ruins, they triggered and got their powers (except for Noelle), Noelle was injured to the point of dying, Krouse found a Cauldron vial or contacted Cauldron somehow, he made Noelle drink the vial but something went terrible wrong and she got powers she can't control. Then they become villains and accepted to work for Coil in order to cure their friend. Let's see how right or wrong I'm about everything.

The rest of the Travelers...Hello, Marissa aka Sundancer, you're always the angel of the team, both on the outside and inside. My favorite Travelers' member. Hello, Luke aka...Ballistic? He's Ballistic, right? Except for Krouse, there are two other male members of the team: Ballistic and Oliver. So, Luke is Ballistic. Hello you too, Jess aka Genesis. Nice to know your real names, dudes. I like more to use real names than codenames. Actually, I hate using codenames, they almost dehumanize the people who are using them. So, where is Oliver? He's not with the team, maybe he's busy doing something else in meantime.

Ok, they're indeed a sport team. I wonder what kind of sport they're playing. A certain sport that girls can play too along with the boys, without any discrimination based of the differences in strength and speed. Jess is also part of the team, so this sport is accessible to people with disabilities as well. Hmmm, the only sport I can think of that is accessible to everyone is CHESS. They must be a chess team. Now I understand why they're so GOOD at chess and other mind sports back when they and Undersiders went to Ballistic's territory after the failed meeting with Hookwolf the Babies Killer. Everything make so much sense now. So, Jess likes to be treated like any normal person, being a strong and determined young girl who doesn't want people to pity her for her inability to walk, Marissa is ambitious and a perfectionist in everything she's doing, and this new character called Cody (who's part of their team but now part of the Travelers unless there's a possibility that he's Oliver and Oliver is the new name he took as Traveler) is not such a great player, despite training hard, he's boring and they want to replace him with Krouse. I have a feeling that Cody will not like this decision, especially since he's so determined to be the best one in this team. Poor guy, but I don't blame his teammates. He's not good enough and they don't want to risk to lose in front of their competitors just for his sake. I know all of this sounds cruel and unfair, but they have to be pragmatic if they want to gain money and fame.

I suppose the "megabitch" must be Marissa's mother. OMG, another terrible parent in this story. What's your problem with the terrible parents, God Wildbow? Its like your whole world is filled with bad and creepy parents and the good ones are just as rare as unicorns. Man, this is almost ridiculous, honestly speaking. So, they're going to tell the "good" news to Cody. Joy! Luke have a brother. Please, be a good brother, please be a decent brother. And Jess have an obvious crush on Krouse, despite Krouse and Noelle dating. He's aware of her crush and act with amusement, but without being a jerk about. Poor Jess, now its more clear for me why Genesis always defended Trickster in front of Skitter, being the one able to understand him the most in the team. Because she loves him. She knows that she doesn't have any chance with him, yet she never stopped to love him. Jess, you're an amazing person, you know? You gave your heart to the boy that gave his heart to another girl and you don't want to take it back. This is what the mysterious ways of love are doing with us, guys. We're ready to do crazy things that we won't do if we weren't in love.

Megabitch is indeed Marissa's mother. And no boy dares to be Marissa's boyfriend because the Megabitch scares them all. Wow, what a bitch! I already don't like her, not at all, especially since I sympathize with Marissa so much. Cody is NOT Oliver, he's someone who'll either die or be left behind. Chris is Marissa's friend who may or may not have a crush on her but he's too afraid of Megabitch (this is how I'll call her even if I'll learn her name, ok? ) to even dare to make a move towards her so he's ok to be just her friend. Another team member who'll cease to exist after they'll become Travelers. Here, Oliver is described as not being so good looking as he was described while being a Traveler. I think that his power changed his looks and I won't be surprised if he's a Changer able to shapeshift into any person at his choice or to create an illusion that he looks so good. Cody is such an ASS, OMG. I was under impression that Krouse is the biggest asshole of the team, but he's a little baby compared with Cody. Cody is indeed the biggest asshole, reacting like a madman because he was excluded from the team (well, he's kind of motivated but he should be aware and understand that he's NOT a good player, no matter his efforts, and his team will never win if they don't get rid of him. He should care more about the team as a whole than about his own person). Besides, his anger is motivated by something else besides not being able to play anymore. He LIKES Noelle and is super-pissed because she likes Krouse instead of him. He's jealous as fuck on both Krouse and Noelle. Aww, young love. I like this first Chapter so much. The Proto-Travelers are such complicated people.

They're not chess team, they're gamers and they play a role-playing game similar with D&D. So, a "sport" that anyone can practice. Cody is a super-jerk but he accepted Krouse's presence, even if only to see him fail miserably. Krouse is so freaking nice with Noelle, giving her his computer as a gift, but everything went to HELL when Simurgh (I'm sure is her, ok?) decided that is the right time to initiate a devastating attack upon the city. Hey, winged bitch, you injured Noelle, destroyed the team's hope for becoming famous and left Luke homeless. You did so many awful things in a matter of few seconds. I think I'm going to hate her more than I hate Leviathan. Especially because she injured Noelle. So, I was right about Noelle being injured to the point of dying. Now what? They'll suffer a common trigger?

God, what a DEATH for poor Chris! RIP Chris "hugs Marissa who just lost her friend and who's so close to lose another friend". I was right about the winged bitch too. So far, my theory is not just my rich imagination. Unfortunate. Simurgh is fighting someone who can shoot beams of golden light. Only Scion have this power. She's fighting Scion, the savior of humanity. Scion, why you don't kill her? Why you don't kill any Endbringer? I mean, they obviously hate humanity to guts and they're at personal war with it, and you have the possibility to eliminate these alien terrorists and save so many lives and cities and countries. Yet, you don't do anything to REALLY stop them forever. This is the reason why I'm so suspicious when it comes to Scion, who might not have the best intentions in his alien mind like humanity want to believe. Besides, I don't understand why Simurgh have human features- just like Scion- while the other two Endbringers not only act like monsters, but they're literal monsters. What if Simurgh will turn out to be Scion's mate/girlfriend/wife/whatever their species call the romantic partner of someone and the two Endbringers are their pets and they just play a sick game of fighting against each other while using this Earth as their playground? lol I'm kidding with this shit-theory but anything is possible in Worm after all.

Cody, you're a jerk, you suck at games and you don't even know Endbringers. I'm so disappointed in you, my boy. Simurgh is playing mind games with them, apparently using her psychic powers to sing inside their heads and make them go crazy. She's obviously the most dangerous Endbringer. Parahumans can dodge Leviathan and Behemoth's attacks and even injure them but nobody (except probably for Scion) can dodge a mind attack of someone who can mess with the very essence of the future. I don't get why Legend said that Behemoth is the powerful one when all he can do is to use energy and bypass Manton Effect, attacks that can be avoided by talented parahumans. Simurgh can fucking make people go crazy and alter the future. She's the real POWERHOUSE of Endbringers and apparently the most interesting one.
Run, you poor unfortunate souls. Run and escape from this cursed city. Leave the two Gods behind to destroy it in their fight, the only thing you can do now is to survive.

Good night and sleep well, my friends. This is one of the most exciting, tragic, WTF and beautiful Arcs and I can't wait for the next Chapter.

Seriously arrow? JA, your theories amuse me, also the fact that you assume things before you know them with certainty.
But seriously, you're not completely right, or wrong.
Why do you think that scion can kill the endbringers?

blackarrow · Sep 23, 2018

AmbarGriss said:
Now you are going to see why The Simurgh is my favorite Endbringer.

I think that you're not the only one who like Simurgh the most, compared with the other Endbringers. I think I'm slowly starting to like her the most too. Well, of course I hate her and I consider her a HUGE (both metaphorical and literal) bitch who doesn't have better things to do than to torment the humanity but at the same time she's pretty interesting: the most intelligent and powerful Endbringer, the only Endbringer (if the theory that Scion is not an Endbringer is true) who look so much as a human yet she despises humans (oh, the irony!), the only Endbringer who have more original ways to make the lives of her victims a living hell than her male counterparts (while Leviathan and Behemoth use brute force to kill their victims quickly or mutilate them, Simurgh uses mind tricks to mess with them, alters their future, turns them into criminals, etc. After all, she engineered my worst nightmare, Mannequin). Judging after what I see Simurgh doing so far, its a safe bet that she'll become my favorite Endbringer.

blackarrow · Sep 23, 2018

rafuki22 said:
Seriously arrow? JA, your theories amuse me, also the fact that you assume things before you know them with certainty.
But seriously, you're not completely right, or wrong.
Why do you think that scion can kill the endbringers?

My theories amuse me as well, not just you. I can make this liveblog very serious if I want but I think that people will get bored if its too serious so I insert from time to time some jokes (or attempts of jokes) and shit-theories to brighten the mood (I believe in some of my theories but not every single one).
I see Scion as a Worm-verse Superman, the most powerful being in this story. He proved to be OP as hell when he made Leviathan run like a bitch from him without pulling too much of a fight (I think he could have killed Leviathan with ease if he really wanted). Seriously speaking here, Superman could fight and kill all the Endbringers at the same time if he'd "travel" in Worm-verse (you don't trust me? Read the comics about the true limits of Superman's powers and his ability to destroy freaking planets). Endbringers won't last few minutes against Superman. So, if Scion is at least half as powerful as Superman, what could stop him from killing an Endbringer?

blackarrow · Sep 25, 2018

Hello, my people. Sorry for the delayed updates, but I'm pretty busy lately. I'm studying to become a social worker (my dream is to get to work with children with disabilities and orphans and try to make the world a better place for them as much as I can), I'm volunteer at centers for abused mothers and children and orphanages and all this work eats a lot of my free time. Sorry, hope you understand. Btw, Worm helps me quite a lot in what I'm doing and I'm dreaming to do because this story deals with children/teenagers with problems (maybe this is the main reason why I understand so much someone like Rachel, despite not being a charming person- because I've meet orphans like her who doesn't have her powers- obviously- but they're lacking basic social skills and are very troubled individuals).

While my father encourages me to do this work, my mother told me that I'm too soft and sentimental for this job and it will destroy me in time. I don't know, I'm aware that its something pretty difficult for me but I like what I'm doing and I feel so happy when I know that I can be a little superhero for people in needs in day-by-day life.

Alright, enough about me, we have a new Chapter ahead us.
But before I'll start it, I want to take a look over the list of my favorite/least favorite Travelers and see if there are any changes. Yep, there are few changes, the most obvious one being that I can call them now on their real names:
-My favorite Traveler: Marissa (the best and kindest Traveler with the strongest power).
-My second favorite: Jess (smart, brave, strong and kind girl with great imagination).
-My third favorite: Noelle (she was such a sweetheart before Simurgh's Mental Rampage, and her previous personality made her actual fate even more tragic).
-Krouse (he's such a sweetheart with Noelle and isn't a really bad person)
-Luke (an overall good guy but he's pretty boring personality-wise)
-Oliver (I don't have anything against him but so far he's a blank character without any personality traits)
-Cody (he's an asshole who doesn't know when to lose and he might share Chris' fate, meaning that he'll die a very painful death; no, he doesn't deserve to die because -even if he's an asshole- he didn't do anything bad -yet- but I'm convinced that he'll die soon or later because he's not a Traveler member)
Migration 17.2

They ran, their feet sliding on the side of the building. One misstep meant possibly stepping through a window, slicing a leg open, or falling through. Making things even more hazardous, the concrete of the building's exterior was slick with moisture and ice. Luke was in the front, carrying Noelle. Twice, Luke lost his footing, but he managed to keep from sliding through a windowpane.

But it was slowing them down. There were countless reasons why they couldn't take their time. The upper half of the apartment building had collapsed, and smoke suggested a fire was spreading somewhere. There was the fact that Noelle was bleeding, unconscious and might very well be dying as Luke carried her. And then there was the more immediate threat, the Simurgh. Krouse cast a nervous glance towards the Endbringer, who was rising into the air.
There was another figure there too, higher in the sky. A man with a muscular physique, golden skin, golden hair and a pristine white bodysuit. Krouse recognized him: Scion. Definitely not someone he'd ever expected to see in person.
Scion and the Simurgh both moved in the same instant. A beam of golden light turned the road into glowing dust, and the Simurgh evaded by flying to the left, taking cover on the other side of a nearby skyscraper. Scion followed, turning the beam her way. The lance of golden light sheared through the building as if it wasn't there.
As the remains of the skyscraper crumbled to the ground, the already-difficult run across the side of Luke's toppled apartment building became impossible. Krouse let himself fall, kicking out with one leg to brace a foot against the corner of a window. He caught Marissa and stopped her from sliding onto the window and falling through.
"Fuck!" Luke shouted. "Fuck, fuck me!"
Third time isn't a charm for you, Krouse thought. Luke had put his leg through a window and his leg was slit open from the base of his foot to his knee. Krouse belatedly realized his friend was wearing socks. He'd taken off his shoes as he'd stepped inside his apartment. No wonder he has no traction.
"How-"
He was interrupted as Scion fired another beam further away, following the Simurgh. It was surprisingly quiet for a weapon that was obliterating three or four hundred feet of road and felling two or three buildings with each two second burst, but the resulting chaos of falling buildings was deafening. Krouse was torn between staring and averting his eyes in fear; he went with the former: he wanted to be paying attention in case Scion happened to turn the beam their way. Not that he'd be able to do much.
"How bad is it?" Krouse finished, glancing at Luke.
"I… I'm not sure. It doesn't hurt that much."
"Can you move your foot?" Marissa asked.
"Yeah."
"Okay," Krouse said, "Give me Noelle."
Luke didn't argue. Krouse crawled on his hands and feet to get to his friend, helping him up. Then he got help from Luke and Marissa to rise to his feet with Noelle in a piggyback position. Marissa tied the sleeves of Noelle's sweatshirt together so Krouse could hang the loop around his shoulders. With his hands, he kept her toes from dragging on the ground.
The fight was getting more distant as Scion continued to fire at the retreating shape of the Simurgh. Krouse could make out her alabaster form, wings spread, as she swooped and darted between buildings to evade Scion's fire. The cloud of dust and debris that had followed Scion's attacks in their immediate area blocked his view as they continued their progress across the city.
We're safe for the moment.

NO, you're not safe. You'll never be safe when you're trapped in the middle of the fight between two Titans. No matter how fast you'll run, if Simurgh will notice you, she'll attack you in the next second, especially since Scion doesn't seem to be too eager to kill her. Yep, I admit that she's pretty good at dodging, but I also have the feeling that Scion doesn't fight as hard as he should fight against an enemy of her caliber. I don't know but there's something off everytime when Scion fights an Endbringer, their battle give me the impression of two family members forced to fight against each other. Maybe its just an impression but I can't really ignore it.

He turned his attention to their present circumstances. Luke had no traction, and his leg was hurt, now. Krouse didn't trust himself to manage with his burden, which meant someone else had to lead the way. Someone that wouldn't slow them down.

"Marissa." She used to dance. She's the most sure-footed of us. "Take the lead? Check our path is clear?"
She nodded. Her eyes were wide, her gloved hands gripped the zipper-tag of her sweater's collar, fidgeted.
She's in shock. Saw her best friend die.
But she would have to deal. They didn't have time to mourn, to tend to their wounds or play it safe. They had to escape, before the fight came back this way.
We still have to get down from here, and we aren't well dressed. The temperature, last he'd looked, was supposed to be fourteen degrees Fahrenheit, or somewhere in that neighborhood, but it felt colder. If we have to climb-
Jess shrieked, and Krouse turned his head to see why. Jess was pressing her hands over her mouth, as if to keep herself from making any more noise. He followed her line of sight…
The Simurgh. She was stepping out of the cloud of dust that Scion's attack had left. As though she were light as a feather, the Simurgh took one step forward and lifted into the air. She floated down the length of the street one block over, the opposite direction they were traversing the building, her wings folding around her as she landed.
Judging by her lack of a response, the Simurgh hadn't heard Jess, nor had she seen them.
How is she here? He'd seen her disappearing over the horizon, Scion in hot pursuit. Did she teleport?
The Simurgh stopped and raised one hand. Pieces of machinery began to flow out of a gaping hole in the side of the building nearest where she'd landed, stopping when they reached her immediate vicinity. A massive box that looked like an oversized washing machine, a large engine with blue L.E.D.s lining it, and tendrils of electrical cords with frayed ends still sparking with live current.
Telekinesis. She'd created a false image of herself out of snow and ice, baiting Scion away. Judging by the sound of Scion's continued onslaught, she was still controlling it. Controlling it even though there was no way she could see what it was doing by eyesight alone.
The screaming in his head hadn't let up. If anything, it was worse: too loud to ignore completely, but every time he paid attention to it, it seemed to distort, rising in volume. Jess' shriek had brought it into the forefront of his mind, and he couldn't seem to shake it.
"Go," Krouse urged Marissa, "Fucking go!"
She moved twice as fast as Luke had, and Krouse tried to follow her footsteps, matching his foot placements to hers to help avoid the spots where there was ice, cracked concrete or snow layered just finely enough to fill the treads of his boots.
Marissa slipped, landing hard, but was climbing to her feet a moment later. Krouse chanced a look at the Simurgh. The Endbringer had folded her wings up, forming a protective cocoon around herself, and was relying on telekinesis alone to manipulate the machinery. She was still calling other things to her, bringing desktop computers through the holes the larger machinery had made, tearing them apart and connecting components. Insulation stripped itself away from the wiring, exposing metal that moved to entwine and splice into other wires.

Sorry, proto-Travelers, I can't really pay too much attention at your situation because I'm too busy analyzing Simurgh and her apparently unlimited powers. So, she can make people go crazy with her siren song, she can probably mind control them too, she can see the future and alter it through butterfly effect bullshit, she can fly, she have telekinesis, she can dodge freaking Scion's attacks, she's incredible smart and now...now she's also a Tinker, using technology to build amazing MAD SCIENCE stuff? She's the MAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAD SCIENTIST of Endbringers?

My God, now I understand how she knew how to destroy Amelia's message to Dragon. Apparently she's very good at SCIENCE. Let me guess, she's creating something that can be used against Scion, like an Anti-Scion Weapon. Scion, pay attention at this bitch, she's not Leviathan neither Behemoth, she's a motherfucker Master/Tinker Endbringer, the worst mega-combination EVER.

Where are the heroes? He wondered, as he turned his attention back to the task of getting down from the side of the building.

No. The better question to ask was where is everyone? The streets were almost empty, only twenty or thirty people running for cover, hurrying away. As far as Krouse could tell, the area was deserted. He felt a chill that wasn't just the cold weather.
They reached the far end of the building, the lowest floors that they could access. Concrete and rebar jutted out, ragged, where the Simurgh had torn the building free of the ground.
"We're going to have to climb down," Krouse said.
"We try that, the concrete's going to crack and we fall. And we don't have gloves," Luke said. "If we have to hold on to cold concrete and rebar, we're going to get frostbite. Or our hands will go numb."
"Or we'll slip on the snow and ice," Jess said.
Krouse leaned forward as much as he was able with Noelle on his back. It was a solid hundred-foot drop to the street below; there were areas that would be easy enough to descend, where rebar offered handholds and even ladders. But other spots… there were areas where the concrete might break away under a person's weight, other spots where they'd have to move horizontally, hanging by their hands alone. Doing it with another person's weight on his back? With Noelle?
"There's no way," Marissa said.
"Do we have another choice?" Cody asked.
"Yeah," Krouse said. Cody gave him a dark look, as if he was being argumentative for the sake of it. He elaborated, "If we look inside, maybe there's a place where we can climb through the building."
"We could get trapped," Jess said. "If there's fire, or a gas leak, or if the building resettles while we're inside…"
"And if we climb, there's the possibility of fire, wind, or the building shaking. Let's head through the window," Krouse said.
As his less encumbered friends broke the window and climbed through, Krouse stood on the side of the building, his hands tucked into his armpits, watching the Simurgh as she worked.
Cody stood by, carrying Jess. Like Krouse, he was waiting for others to make sure the way was safe, and hopefully they'd be able to set up a series of footholds or makeshift ladder.
Krouse glanced at the Simurgh. She was still threading components together.
"She's one of those gadget capes, right? What do you call them?"
"Tinker. And she's not a tinker," Jess said.
Krouse gave her an appraising look. "Right. You follow that stuff. If she's not a tinker then what the hell is she? I mean, I know the basics, but I never paid that much attention. Only kind-of, sort-of, following the damage done."
"She's an Endbringer, obviously. When she first showed up, she just appeared and hovered there. Some place in Switzerland. They thought she was like Scion. Maybe someone who got a concentrated dose of whatever gives people powers, maybe someone who was in just the right mental state for a trigger event."
"Trigger event?" Krouse asked.
"It'd take too long to explain in detail. The moment when someone gets their powers. The idea was maybe she and Scion met some specific set of conditions. So the whole world watched for something like three days, to see if she would be another Scion, or if she'd be something else. People approached, she even communicated with them some. Not talking, just gestures, I guess. Interacting might be a better word. And when we thought things would be okay, she made a move. The entire population of the city around her, with all the people who had come to talk with her and research her…"

Krouse, you should be ASHAMED of yourself. You never paid any attention to what you professors told you in school about Endbringers, trigger events, parahumans. You and Cody are the OPPOSITE of Taylor and Jess. You don't know anything your own world and this is not good. Living in such a fucked world usually make people adapt to this situation by learning how to protect themselves against these supernatural treads. And how else someone can protect themselves if not with the power of information and knowledge?

I'm glad that Jess cares more about what's going on around her so she can inform everyone. Simurgh is not a Tinker? I beg you pardon, Jess, but I think you're wrong here. She can build stuff using technology. She's a pro in super-science, something that only Tinkers can be. Unless she just imitate Tinkers by scanning their minds with her psychic power, analyze their powers and copy them. Maybe she did the same thing with Sphere too, after ruining his life (and my life as well :rage:

). No Tinker should try to fight her if she have this ability. Especially someone like Dragon or Defiant. As for what happened in Switzerland, I'm sure that Simurgh made all the people get crazy and start killing each other. Not very hard to imagine that Simurgh's simple presence ANYWHERE opens the gates of hell over that place.

Jess trailed off, stopped. Anxiety etched her face. Marissa was midway through climbing down through the window, looked up at Jess.

"What happened?" Cody asked. "I remember hearing something, but I was a toddler then, and I didn't figure I'd ever actually see her."
"I don't want to say," Jess said. "It would distract you guys."
"Hey," Krouse cut in, "That's not cool. Not your call to make."
Jess glared at him. "She-"
There was a sudden movement from the Simurgh, tearing sections of wall free from the nearest building, maneuvering them to form a makeshift barrier in mid-air. Not one second after the barrier was in place, a pair of heroes flew around the corner. One had a forcefield bubble around him that exploded on contact with the wall, while a woman fired blasts of energy that sent the fragments of concrete plummeting to the ground.
How did she know? The Simurgh had seen them coming?
The Simurgh flexed her wings, and snow raised around her. Krouse nearly lost his footing as the snow that had piled on the side of the building began drifting towards the Simurgh, an almost gentle push from behind him.
The snow condensed and pummeled the two heroes. The bubble-man formed another shield around himself, but he left his companion out of it, choosing to interject himself between the Simurgh and the woman.
A section of concrete from a building to the right of the heroes flew free and caved in the costumed woman's skull. She dropped out of the sky, her head a bloody ruin that Krouse couldn't make out in the midst of the flying snow.
The bubble-man flew forward, aiming not for the Simurgh, but the machinery she'd gathered to one side. His forcefield swelled, a blue-green that glowed brighter and whiter with every passing second. Just as he reached the machinery, it reached a critical level and detonated. The Simurgh was already putting one wing between him and the machinery. She took more damage than the machine did, and even that was minimal. Scorched, scattered feathers.
She retaliated, sending rubble, snow and debris in a constant, consistent assault against him. He raised forcefields to block the attacks, but each was shut down before it could approach critical mass for detonation. He retreated a hundred feet or so, and the Simurgh began working on the machine once again, giving him only cursory attention.
"Come on," Marissa called.
Krouse cast one look at the Simurgh and the lone hero, then hurried to the window. The others had moved a refrigerator so it was directly below the window, and Luke stood on top, ready to accept Noelle as she was handed down.
It took a second to free her sleeves from around his shoulders, another second to work with Cody to lower her down.
As he watched Cody taking hold of Noelle's arm and waistband, he was struck with the idle recollection that Cody had been one of the people who'd tried to approach Noelle, one of the first to ask her out and be soundly rejected. He'd nearly forgotten. It went a ways towards explaining some of Cody's anger.
He had to shake his head and refocus on the task. Noelle was being handed down to the others at the base of the refrigerator, and the way was clear for him to make his way inside. He helped Jess down, then they made their way to the front hall. He opened the closet door and began handing out coats and gloves. Luke tried on some boots until he found some rubber ones that were big enough.
"How's the leg?"
"Hurting more, but I can still walk."
Krouse nodded. With Marissa and Luke's help he got Noelle in position on his back, then opened the door of the apartment and hopped down to the wall beneath. That left them the task of breaking into another apartment, kicking at the door in an attempt to dislodge it. Not as easy as it looked in the movies, especially with the threat of falling through and dropping ten or fifteen feet down someone's front hallway.
"It keeps getting worse. The music," Marissa complained. "It's like it's stretching between three notes, and the moment I think there's a pattern to it, it changes."
Krouse glanced at Jess. What does she know? To Marissa he said, "It gets worse if you pay attention to it. Focus on what you're doing. Distract yourself if you have to."

Finally, the heroes decided to make their apparition and do what heroes should DO- fight villains and protect citizens. Its never too late. RIP the heroine with energy beams. The Bubble Hero seems badass but not enough to destroy Simurgh's new toy or to injure her at least a little. Of course she knew that heroes will attack her because she can see in the future. Maybe this is the reason why she was so good at dodging Scion's attacks, because she saw them before the Jesus Superman (because he's basically Superman who look like Jesus, get it?

) made his moves. Gosh, I think is more easy for heroes to fight Behemoth than this overpowered bitch. Also, the music, she's driving Proto-Travelers mad by singing without stopping in their heads. They're injured, scared, tired, alone, and if you add on top of everything the endless siren music they have to listen every fucking second, I'm still wondering how the future Travelers are still sane. They're so fucking strong, resilient. Very few people in their place would have been still sane after all this shit.

Marissa bit her lip.

The door broke, and they had to catch Oliver before he dropped through. They climbed down using handholds from the closet door and doorframe, then made their way to the lowest point.
"That smell," Marissa wrinkled her nose.
"Raw sewage," Luke said. "Pipes were destroyed when she tore this part of the building free, probably, and they're spilling out here."
It isn't raw sewage, Krouse thought. It's the smell of death. People had shit themselves as they died, somewhere nearby.
Wherever they had been when they died, he didn't have to see the bodies. They headed straight out into the sunlight, stepping onto the snow-covered roads.
The Simurgh was fighting a trio of heroes now, including the man with the forcefield bubble. Using telekinesis, she was fending off the worst of their attacks and either building or rebuilding parts of the construction she'd been working on. In the ten or fifteen minutes it had taken to get down through the building and break down the one apartment door, she'd nearly finished creating a complete circle of various components, thirty feet wide. It looked like only a stray attack had slowed her progress, knocking out a piece of the overarching work.
She made the fighting look easy. Every time an attack was directed her way, there was something already in place to protect herself or her device. One cape began to launch ice crystals towards the hoop, and the
Simurgh caught the shards out of the air with her telekinesis. The crystals flew into the man with the forcefield bubble, shattering. The resulting shards and flakes of crystal didn't fly away, however. They turned around in the air and condensed in a thick shell around the force field.
The ice-encased sphere slammed into the ground with a speed and force that suggested it was the Simurgh, not the cape, who was controlling his movement. He skidded and rolled, the ice shattering first, followed by the collapse of the forcefield. With momentum still carrying him forward, the cape rolled on the ground, his costume tearing from the friction.
When he finally stopped a few paces from Krouse and the rest of the group, the cape managed to stagger to his feet. He bled from a dozen open wounds, his skin abraded, his costume in tatters. He had more ice, blood and dirt on him than he had clean skin or costume.
A tide of snow and ice hit him like a truck, driving him into the ragged edge of the building. Oliver yelped as he threw himself out of the way. Marissa's shriek seemed oddly delayed, until Krouse noted what had happened to the man. The cape, in a bodysuit of velvet blue with gold armor, had been impaled on a tangled mess of rebar, his intestines pushed out the front of his stomach.
It took Krouse a moment to realize the man was actually saying a word, and not just letting out a long, guttural groan, "Fuuuuuck! Uuuuunh!"
"Grandiose down, Z-D-6," a mechanical voice blared from the armband that was fixed to the man's wrist.
"I'm not…" the cape tried to pull himself forward. "Not… down!"
"Stop!" Marissa rushed to the man's side. "Don't move! You'll bleed out if you move!"
The man seemed to notice them for the first time. His eyes went wide, "What… doing here?"
"Don't move!" Marissa said. She stepped forward, reaching out, and he swung one fist in her direction. The motion seemed to pull something, because he coughed up a mouthful of blood and folded forward.
"Go," the cape grunted. "Evac. Or you… good as dead. Might be… late already."
"Grandiose," a voice sounded over the device on the man's wrist. It didn't quite sound the same as before,
"She's shut down most of our movers, and your time-"
"No!" Grandiose grunted. "Have… have time!"
"I know exactly how fast you fly. You couldn't get out of her reach in time, even if you left now.'
"I have time!"
"I'll let your wife know you fought bravely. Do you want me to keep a recording for your son, for when he's older?"
"Dragon! Damn you!"
"I'm sorry."
The armband beeped, then beeped again a second later. There was a steady repetition, beep, beep, beep.
Grandiose turned his head, "Why are you…"
Beep.
"…Still here!? Run!"
Krouse grabbed Marissa and turned to run, barely managing to keep his feet under him with the uneven ground and Noelle's weight. He glanced over his shoulder to see the cape pressing the armband against his collarbone.
They weren't four paces away when the armband detonated, a small, localized blast that didn't even consume him in entirety. It did take his head, most of his upper body and his left arm. The remainder of him was scattered around the surrounding area.

Well, RIP Grandiose, you're a true hero, you fought against a Goddess and you naturally lost, but your bravery will never be forget. Why in the hell did you blew him to pieces, Dragon? I mean, you have a hard time killing supervillains, because they're....'HUMANS', yet you killed a Hero without any hesitation. WTF!?!

See, my dears, this is the reason why I don't trust AIs. They're unpredictable as shit....Just kidding. I think I understand Dragon's reasons for killing Grandiose. Since Simurgh uses her Master power to fuck with people's minds, she probably would have turned Grandiose into her puppet and use him- as injured as he's- to attack the other heroes or civilians and Dragon doesn't want Simurgh to win so fast by having heroes kill each others. Well, you did a good job, Dragon, the man was almost dead anyway. You prevented a bloodbath.

Krouse stared.

"The fuck!?" Cody screamed, staring.
"Go!" Krouse said, "Go, just run!"
They ran, putting distance between themselves, Grandiose's remains and the fighting with the Simurgh. One wave of capes was retreating, backed up by another squad. A woman with a black costume, a heavy cape and straight black hair flowing from the back of her helmet led the charge. Alexandria.
The heroine dove at the Simurgh, and the Endbringer was quick to fly to one side, reaching out to catch Alexandria with her telekinesis and use her momentum to force her into the street. The road caved in, sections of pavement with accompanying drifts of snow falling into a sewer or storm drain beneath the street.
The hoop nearly tipped over, and the Simurgh caught it with her power. There were four other capes in the area, two on the ground and two in the air, and she was forcing each back with pelted ice and fragments of concrete.
Unmolested, the Simurgh spread her wings wide and rose into the air, towing the hoop of exposed computer chips, wires and assorted pieces of technology after her. Wires trailed from it to nearby buildings.
"That explosion," Luke was saying, panting as he ran with a lopsided gait. "They blew up their own person. Why?"
"Because he'd been here too long," Krouse said.
He glanced over his shoulder, saw the various components of the circle crackling with current as it rose behind the Simurgh, like a gargantuan halo, wide enough that it nearly exceeded her wingspan.
Alexandria was pulling herself out of the rubble, shouted something. They were a distance away, but her voice could carry.
The electricity died, the great circle going dim. They'd cut the city's power.
"Come on!" Luke urged them.
There weren't any more people on the streets. Were they hiding inside, crossing their fingers? Or had he underestimated how fast people would clear out?
There was a flash behind them. The hoop was live, with twice the power as before, and the brightness of it made the overcast sky seem dark by contrast. The snow and dust that the Simurgh and Scion had kicked up weren't helping on that count, either.
The heroes had cut the power, and the Simurgh was still managing to activate the thing.
The heroes had been working in waves, because apparently too much exposure to her, to this fucking screaming in their heads that never stopped or let up, it was dangerous somehow. Only a few heroes fighting at a given time, enough to maybe try to disrupt whatever it was she was up to. Staying for an allotted amount of time.
Except whoever was calling the shots had seen fit to override that battle plan. The heroes were arriving en masse now, waves of them, in the air and on the ground.
The Simurgh lifted Lucas' apartment building into the air and tore it into shreds. The various fragments, the little things, the bodies and pieces of furniture, they became part of a protective maelstrom around the Simurgh, orbiting her and blocking the barrage of long-range fire that the good guys were directing at her.
The screaming was getting worse, fast. It shifted between a half-dozen different sounds, each only vaguely different from the others, a chant, a pattern.
Krouse was wearing a borrowed hat, gloves and jacket, but the jacket was probably better suited for fall weather than winter. He was cold, his teeth chattering, the temperature sucking the warmth from his body and legs, making him feel just a little more fatigued, a little more tired. Yet he was drenched in sweat. It was freezing cold as it ran down the side of his nose to his chin. His shivers weren't entirely the cold, either. He was terrified, terrified for himself, terrified for Noelle, and for his friends. Terrified because of the countless little things that didn't make sense, and because he couldn't shake the idea that if he paid too much attention to that screaming, that keening song that the Simurgh was singing in his head, it would start to sound like words.
The circle flared with more light than before, and the resulting shockwave threw Krouse and his friends into the air. Windows shattered and snow was kicked up into clouds as tall as the high rises around them. The sky visibly darkened with the clouds that had been kicked up, heaping snowbanks dissolved into their constituent snowflakes and water molecules. The indistinct and distant noises of the heroes firing on the Simurgh had stopped all at once, as the heroes were killed or left reeling from the aftershock of the device's activation.
The protective wreath of flying objects and debris that surrounded the Simurgh slowed, then stopped circling her entirely. One thing after another dropped out of the sky, as if the Simurgh was consciously letting go of each individual object.
The first of the heroes were already recovering, pelting the Simurgh with long ranged fire or flying up to her to engage in close-quarters combat. Her wings shielded the worst hits, her telekinesis let her catch or deflect projectiles and she floated out of the way of a handful more. For the ones who charged in, the Simurgh used thrown debris to strike them out of the air. One tried to attack the Simurgh's halo, but was struck out of the sky by a flash of electricity before they got within fifteen feet.
A low rumble shook the city, and the gate began to bulge with a dark shape that stretched out from within the metal, like a soap bubble emerging from an enclosed loop.
Or a lens, Krouse realized. It flared bright, rays of light meeting, and things began pouring forth from the point the lines met. Piles and piles of solid matter flowed down to land at the heart of the city: debris, fragments of architecture, and tiny shapes that were very likely to be people, in a stream as wide across as the Simurgh's wingspan, lit in high contrast by the light of the halo.
And there were tiny shapes that most definitely weren't people, but were alive.
It's a portal. A door.
"How the fuck is she not a tinker!?" Krouse shouted.
"She isn't!" Jess called back. "She's never done anything like this before!"
The heroes were making an offensive push, and the Simurgh moved her halo out of the way of one series of attacks. The halo tilted at a right angle as she moved it, continuing to spew its contents forth. Objects and sections of building were scattered across the city. More than a few things sailed over the heads of Krouse and his friends as they fled.
One figure landed a city block in front of them, contorting itself in mid-air to land on all fours. It had the vague shape of a man, but dark gray skin like a tree's bark and a froglike mouth filled with jagged teeth. Each finger and toe was tipped with a claw.
A monster. The thing bristled, muscles visibly tensing beneath its coarse skin as it readied to lunge at them.
Another body landed not too far away, a man with a muscular physique taken to a monstrous extreme, rolling head over heels before he finally stopped. He might have weighed five hundred pounds, stood eight feet tall, and had an exaggerated bodybuilder's frame, an underbite and a neanderthal brow. His limbs had been shattered by the landing. The frog-mouthed thing leaped onto him and began tearing him to shreds. Easier prey.

Yes, Jess, I believe you, Simurgh is not a Tinker, she's just using Tinkers' powers. Almost the same shit, the fact that she's not a Tinker herself don't make her less dangerous. Just look, right now....she created a fucking portal that she uses to teleport LITERAL MONSTERS from other worlds on Earth. I wonder if they're aliens or mutated humans from other Earths or she stole Nilbog's creations from his "garden" and now he must be angry as fuck. They seem human in appearance so I'm going to eliminate the possibility of them being aliens. Mutated humans or Nilbog's "flowers". I wonder if they're sapient. Right now, I'm in mood of listening this song, all thanks to Simurgh and her Stargate Made in Endbringeria.

Fitting, right?

Marissa led the group through a side alley, screamed as an object was flung into one of the buildings they were running between. A stainless steel bathroom fixture, it punched through a window and part of a windowframe, caused a catastrophic series of crashes as it sailed through the interior of someone's apartment.

Something nearby screeched, the kind of noise that reverberated through bones and organs, and Krouse could feel his sense of balance dissolve. His knees turned to rubber and he nearly ran face first into a wall as his vision swam.
Jess threw up over Cody's shoulder, followed by Cody vomiting as well. Even as he felt the effects of the sound recede, Krouse couldn't avoid emptying his own stomach.
Noelle stirred, squirmed. He struggled to change position so she wouldn't vomit onto the back of his head. The remains of her breakfast, a coffee and a donut spattered on the ground just by his right hand.
Was that the Simurgh? No. The scream was something else. Another monster.
"Don't… no… I've tried so hard," Noelle mumbled, not even lucid.
"Keep trying, Noelle, stay awake and keep at it," Krouse said, struggling to his feet. The effect had dissipated.
He wanted to be gone before that frog thing gave chase.
Something heavy struck a tall building in front of them, across the street from the alley's mouth. There was an explosion, and within seconds the building was burning, billowing with plumes of smoke.
Krouse led the way through the mouth of the alley, turned to check on the others and saw Luke on the ground. He'd fallen. Marissa gave him a hand standing and supported him as he ran.
Come on, we don't have time to waste.
But Krouse wasn't willing to go ahead, either. They had to stay together, especially with the danger posed by the monsters that had been scattered around the city. The way he was carrying Noelle, he couldn't check on her, couldn't make sure she was still breathing. He needed the others with him.
Stepping out into the middle of the street, Krouse had a view of the fighting: the Simurgh was still airborne, and the halo-gate was still active, spewing more creatures and ruined architecture into the streets.
A flash of golden light signaled Scion's return to the scene of the fight. With one attack, he severed the halo in half, but the portal didn't disappear. Instead, like watercolor paint, a different perspective began to bleed into the surrounding sky, too bright, too blue a sky, with pale, squat buildings almost glowing in the comparative absence of clouds. Larger chunks of buildings, massive rocks, and even chunks of earth with several trees rooted in them began to spill out and plunge to the ground.
Scion held back on shooting again, instead charging himself with power. When he released it, it manifested as a slow radiance, a sphere of light that expanded from him in slow motion. The tear in reality dissipated, and everything the light touched stopped. Shifting clouds went still, objects that were flying through the air ceased moving and simply fell, and the ambient noises of destruction, fire and fighting was replaced by an all-too brief silence. Even the Simurgh's song, Krouse realized, had momentarily stopped.
The light reached them, swept over them, and he could feel his heart skip a beat. His entire body hummed with the effect of the stillness, as though he were a tuning fork and for just a moment he'd ceased vibrating.
The Simurgh's movement was slowed in the wake of the light, and Scion took the opportunity to land one well placed shot. She was driven into the ground like a nail from a nailgun, somewhere Krouse couldn't see.
Luke and Marissa had caught up, along with Cody and Oliver. Krouse turned from the scene. He had to hike Noelle up so her sleeves wouldn't pull on his neck, then they ran in the opposite direction from the fighting.
"They're winning," Cody said. "Beating her."
"She just dumped who knows how many monsters into this city," Jess said, "And some of them are here. Near us. We're not close to being safe."
"And Noelle's hurt pretty bad," Marissa said.
Krouse grit his teeth. He didn't want to think about that, about how he was jostling her, how she might be dying as he ran. He was carrying her, his legs, back and stomach screaming from the hundred-and-fifteen or hundred-and-twenty pound weight he was carrying piggyback, but he couldn't check on her, couldn't see how well or how badly she was doing.
"Luke, are we moving in the right direction?" he asked.
"I don't know. Fuck me, this sound in my head-"
"Focus!" Krouse barked the word.
"It's… I got turned around. This isn't an area of the city I've spent any time in. Did she throw us a few blocks?"
"She couldn't have," Jess said. "The building would have shattered."
"Then we're on some side street I've never been on," Luke said, "Sorry."
"Think! Which direction is the nearest hospital?" Krouse asked.
"I don't know. I can barely hear my own thoughts over this noise in my head."
Krouse growled with inarticulate frustration.
"Ease up, Krouse," Cody said. "He doesn't know."
"Noelle might be dying!"
"-And we'll get to safety first, then someone can take us to a hospital," Jess said. "But we can't help her if we're hit by some flying piece of concrete or laser beam. And… they thought that it was better to kill that guy than to let him live, because he'd been here too long. He'd heard too much of that sound in our heads. So his own side killed him. Think about that. We've been here longer."
Krouse shook his head. "But if Noelle-"
"We'll help her, Krouse!" Jess said. "Save your breath for running!"
He grunted affirmation.
They crossed paths with another monster. A man, pale, with a head twice as large as his torso. His arms and legs were atrophied, and he crawled, dragging his head along the pavement. It looked as though he'd sustained some damage in being flung halfway across the city, his head was nearly caved in at the top, a bloody ruin with fragments of skull sticking out.
"Help me," the thing pleaded. He reached out with one emaciated hand.
"How?" Marissa asked.
"Mars!" Krouse shouted, "No stalling!"
She ignored him. "How can we help?"
"Give me your memories," the monster said. Marissa backed away a few steps in alarm. "Give them! I want to dream again! I haven't dreamed in so long!"

If someone still have doubts that Scion can't kill an Endbringer, then its time to change their mind because Scion fucking destroyed the Endgate from two hits and gave Simurgh a pretty good beating.

He can kill her but...I think is more easy to understand Endbringers' intentions than Scion's mindset. The mutant humans are sapient -or maybe this one is- he talks and have...problems with his memories. Case 53? They're not mutants from other Earths but Cases 53? OMG! Now I feel so bad for the poor humans.

There are two things in this story that always make me incredible depressed: children being abused in any way and Cases 53.

FUCK YOU, Doctor Mother...So, Simurgh opened the Endgate right in Cauldron's heart and absorbed some of their prisoners inside the gate? She knows where Cauldron is located or it was just an accident? Next time, please, Simurgh, can you teleport all Cases 53 inside Doctor Mother's office? They'd like to have some words with her, especially to show their "gratitude" for the treatment she gave to them. That would be the only good thing you ever did, Simurgh. Thank you.

Marissa bolted, the hard heels of her boots clacking on the hard ground.

The ground shuddered with a distant explosion. One of Scion's beams speared into the sky, parting clouds in tidy circles as it passed through them. There was the sound of something howling behind them. A minute later, it howled again, closer. Is it chasing us?
One by one, they each came to a complete stop. Krouse noted how the screaming in his head seemed quieter. Were they almost out of her range?
Krouse's eyes widened as he tried to comprehend what he was seeing. If we are nearly out of danger, then this is some sick joke at our expense.
"No," Luke whispered. Louder, he repeated himself. "No! Why!?"
A chain link fence barred their way. It was topped by barbed wire.
In the distance, on the far side of a park, there were squads of men and women in army fatigues, with jeeps and other army vehicles helping to add presence to the already formidable line of defense. Each of the soldiers was aiming a gun at the fence.
Krouse flinched as a howl sounded, closer than the ones before. Caught between a rock and a hard place. Not to mention Noelle's condition, or even Luke's. He winced at the noise in his head. It was quieter, but his stress here, his alarm and confusion, it was making the screaming spike to a brutally high pitch.
"Step away from the fence!" The voice sounded over a loudspeaker, gruff, authoritarian. "This area is under quarantine! Seek shelter and wait for further instructions! If you approach or touch the fence, you will be shot!"

Also, I noticed that Simurgh's Endgate teleported the Proto-Travelers in another city (or another english-speaking country) because they're clearly not in their "Kansas" anymore. This is the explanation for their future team name, because they traveled to another city/country, just not by foot/car/plane, but by Endgate. I get it.

The army is putting the unknown City under quarantine, a normal and logical action, seeings how the City is destroyed in the Battle of Gods and Heroes and filled with scared, bewildered and (some of them) aggressive Cases 53. But I still feel bad for our lost travelers and the other citizens that can't leave the City anymore.
Suffering, your other name is Travelers.

Good night and sleep well, my friends.

AmbarGriss · Sep 25, 2018

The Simurgh fun time is just starting

blackarrow · Sep 28, 2018

Hello, my friends. Time for the part 3 of the Proto-Travelers' Nightmare, having to survive in a completely hostile environment, filled with angry Gods shooting at each other, "creatures" falling from the sky and the Army shooting at everyone who dare to leave the City. Let's not forget the mind-fuck they're constantly exposed at, with Simurgh singing lullabies perfect for soothing them. Only in Worm one can expect to see this kind of uncontrollable chaos. A mess of a clusterfuck.

But before starting, I have a piss-theory about Noelle's powers, how they work and what she'll do with them. Since she manifested cannibalistic tendencies (at least she talked about her wish to be feed human meat) I think her main power is...to eat. I imagine her like a snake, shallowing entirely her victims. Then, she becomes bigger in mass, continuing to eat and grow and eat and grow and so on...until she becomes as huge as an Endbringer. But she'll eat more as she continues to grow, and there's a huge possibility that she can't stop herself from eating and growing until she'll be impossible tall and corpulent. The only way for the people to stop her is to kill her. Additional powers: super-strength and possible super-durability and/or regeneration. Noelle is going to be a SCARY and very hard to be defeated supervillain, but still the most tragic one so far.

I'm aware that the only possibility to stop her (if she'll not stop herself) is to kill her, but I still feel very sad just by thinking about this possibility. Poor unfortunate soul with such a festive name

Migration 17.3

"Hey!" Krouse screamed at the soldiers. "We need medical attention!"

There was no response.
"They can't hear you," Jess said. "They're too far away."
"Fuckers!" He shouted. Stepping forward, he roared, "Why!?"
The loudspeaker blared, "Step away from the fence!"
The man in charge must have given an order, because every gun present moved to point their way. As one, Krouse and his friends backed a healthy distance away from the fence.
"Bastards," Krouse muttered.
There was a distant rumble. The Simurgh ascended from the skyline a mile away, a half-dozen uprooted buildings orbiting lazily around her. As chunks of concrete came free of the ruined ends of the structures, they too orbited her, a protective shield.
Or a weapon. Each of her wings curled forward, and the smaller pieces orbiting her went flying ahead, simultaneously striking a hundred targets Krouse and his friends couldn't see. Scion fired one beam, and she moved one of the apartment complexes she was lifting to put it between herself and Scion. The goal seemed to be less about blocking the attack and more about hiding herself from Scion's sight so she could take evasive action.
"Cover!" Cody shouted.
The angle of the beam meant that they were in the path of the resulting devastation, the remaining chunks of the building sent flying in their general direction. Shouting incoherently and screaming, they ran to take shelter around the corner of the nearest building.
Chunks of concrete, pavement and metal hit with enough force that they cracked brick and etched divots intp the snow-covered road.
"Oh god," Marissa said, sliding down to sit where the sidewalk met the base of the house, "Oh god."
"How's Noelle?" Krouse asked.
"Pale," Jess answered. "You awake, No'?"
There was no response.
"She's still breathing?"
"Yeah," Jess said, pulling off a glove and reaching over.
Krouse closed his eyes. There was nothing they could do for Noelle just yet. He glanced at each of his friends, to gauge how they were handling things. They looked scared, Jess most of all. But she was the one with the biggest idea of what was going on. She was the one who read the websites and magazines about capes, who had the best idea of how the Simurgh operated. Marissa looked lost in thought, no doubt grieving over the brutal death of her best friend. Luke's face was drawn with tension, suggesting he was in more pain than he was letting on, and Cody looked angry.
Not that Cody was wrong to feel that way. The people who were supposed to be on their side were putting them in danger with attacks that sent chunks of concrete flying halfway across the city. Or, on a more mundane level, they were fencing them inside the city's limits and threatening them with guns.
"Luke? Your leg?"
"Doesn't hurt that much. I think it's pretty shallow," Luke said, bending down and touching his pants leg. It was red-brown of blood, and had frozen stiff enough that it was only about as flexible as cardboard.
"It doesn't look shallow."
"I'm more worried about Noelle," Luke said. "We should get inside, try to get her warmer and see if there's anything we can do for her. If we can find supplies to bandage my leg, that's a bonus."
"Let's go, then. Is this place okay?" Krouse looked at the house they were huddled beside.
"It's a little close to the guys with guns for my liking," Luke said.
"Yeah, but if there's trouble, maybe they'll come help us," Krouse pointed out.
"Doubt it," Jess said.
He turned her way, but the way her lips were pursed suggested she wasn't planning on elaborating.
They moved around the building until they found a door. Use of the doorbell and liberal knocking didn't get a response from anybody inside. After Jess was set down, Cody and Oliver took turns kicking at the door, to ittle effect. They quickly abandoned that idea. Not like it is in the movies.
They had to wait while Cody used a fencepost to shatter a basement window and climbed inside. It would be a minute or two before he reached the front door and unlocked it from the inside.
"Hope there's nobody hiding in there," Oliver muttered. Mewled might have been a better word.
Krouse didn't generally dislike Oliver, but the guy was hard to like, too. He'd joined the group when they'd started their gaming club at school, had once been one of Noelle's friends, back when they were in kindergarten or something. Now he was in a few of Krouse's classes, but despite the associations, he remained a second string member of the group. Krouse was willing to admit to himself that Oliver was a second string friend, too. He was short, a little pudgy, with an unfortunate haircut and no real personality, rarely joining in of his own volition.
Marissa had done everything her mother had asked of her, fought to be number one in ballet, number one in violin, number one in dance, in the pageant circuit, in grades and in countless other things. In each case, Marissa had either broken down under the pressure or it had become clear that first place wasn't in reach. Her mom would let up for a few weeks, and then push the next thing. It had only been at the start of eleventh grade that Marissa had finally put a stop to it and pursued something that her mom didn't understand and couldn't pressure her on. The gaming club. The drive to win had stuck with her, and she'd still remained Marissa at the end of it all.
Oliver's mom was a hardass in her own way, too, but he had buckled under that domineering pressure, breaking rather than thriving. In contrast to Marissa, his identity had been ground away.

Some more information about Marissa and Oliver, the blank character. Marissa was forced by the fame-seeking Megabitch (a perfect example of a mother who wanted to be famous and rich by using her own child to do something she wasn't capable to do when she was young) to be number one in everything that Megabitch wanted, even if maybe she didn't liked what she was doing. But, in time, she decided to embrace her own wishes and ambitions, against the Megabitch's desires. By choosing to become a gamer, Marissa confronted her mother and WON, showing that she's a fully capable individual to do whatever she wants with her life. Marissa prevailed against the Megabitch. No wonder she's my favorite Traveler.

On the other side, Oliver reminds me a little of Theo, with him being pudgy and his mellow and non-confrontational personality. But while Theo faced with great courage one of the most horrible psycho-killers in the world and promised him that he'll hunt him down and kill him in two years, Oliver is not brave enough to confront his own Megabitch (another bitch of a mother; Wildbow, do you have something to tell us?!? Something from your childhood? I'm starting to get worried with all the awful parents around

) and prefers instead to accept her dominance even if he sacrifices his own personality in the process. I suddenly feel a pang of pity for him.

"I'm scared," Oliver said.

Grow up. "We're all pretty fucking scared," Krouse said.
"Look at them," Oliver was looking past the fence and across the park to where the soldiers were standing.
"When Cody broke that window, they tensed, like they thought we were a danger to them."
Krouse glanced at Jess, saw her staring hard at the ground. "Maybe we are. Jess? You seem to have a better idea of what's going on than any of us."
"You never followed this stuff? You really don't know?"
"What is she? What can she do? Why are we under quarantine and why did Grandiose's team kill him?"
She averted her eyes. "Let's wait until Cody's with us, so I don't have to explain twice."
"Fuck waiting for Cody," Krouse said.
"Krouse!" Luke admonished him.
"This shit is important! She's stalling because it's bad, but we need to know if it's that bad."
"We'll wait for Cody," Marissa said. Luke nodded in agreement.
Krouse scowled.
It was another minute before they heard the clatter of the latch on the other side of the door being opened.
"Place is empty," Cody said. "Basement was such a mess I had to wade through all the crap down there."
Krouse was the first inside. It was someone's house, but messy. Stacks of magazines covered every surface in the living room, there were plastic bags with the tops tied sitting underneath the hall table, and artwork that included paintings, clay figures, vases, and bird sculptures sat on every surface that wasn't occupied.
Where are they? He wondered. He'd assumed that anyone who hadn't evacuated while he and his friends were getting free of the toppled apartment building was hiding out. Had the residents here cleared out?
He found a couch and got into a sitting position, easing Noelle down. He rubbed his shoulders where the sleeves of her shirt had been pulling at him while Marissa and Oliver handled getting Noelle from a sitting to a prone position.
"On her side," Marissa said. "There's a lot of blood in her mouth, and we don't want her choking."
Oliver nodded, and Krouse found space to get close and help them shift Noelle over. Once she was in position, he seated himself on the oak coffee table, elbows on his knees, facing her.
She was white to the point that she was pushing pushing past pink and moving into the bluer hues, and she had a purple-brown bruising around her eyes. The blood around her nose and mouth was caked on thick. Some had gotten onto her coat and sweatshirt.
"She's still breathing?" he asked.
"Yeah," Marissa said. She touched Noelle's throat, and Noelle shifted, pulling away. "Shhh. It's okay. Just checking your pulse. It's weak."
Can't stand this. Seeing her like this, when I can't help her. Krouse turned to look at Jess, where Cody was settling her into an armchair. "You were going to explain."
"I don't know if I should."
"We have to know what's going on, what to watch out for. This screaming in our heads-"
"Don't remind me," Cody said. "Fuck me, I'm losing my mind."
"That's what I was going to ask," Krouse said, staring at Jess. "Are we losing our minds?"
"Not… not permanently," Jess said.
"Oh god," Marissa said.
"It's what happened in… what was that place called? Lausanne? Switzerland. She showed up, and nobody wanted to pick a fight with her, and they were curious, so they studied her, and tried to communicate with her. Tons of people gathered. Then she… sang? Screamed? Whatever this is. There was chaos, people didn't know what was happening, so they weren't able to evacuate that well. Roads clogged. And then they started flipping out. Emotions ramped up, inhibitions lowered, flashbacks to old traumas. And a lot of the emotion that got juiced up was fear. People can do pretty stupid, dangerous things when afraid."

Exactly what I predicted about what happened in Switzerland. Simurgh mind raped people, making them kill each other or themselves. But she not only controls the minds, she also controls the emotions, using people's personal fears and traumas against themselves. She's like a Supreme Master, playing with people's minds and emotions like they're nothing for her and pulling the strings in a way that everything she saw happening in the future will happen, despite the heroes/Scion's best efforts to change the events. She is the one who CONTROLS the future. She's like the personification of the future and there's nothing you can do against her. She saw the existence of Mannequin in the future and she engineered his "birth", she saw the destruction of Lausanne and she mind raped its citizens, she probably saw the death of Andrew Richter and she communicated somehow with Leviathan, asking him to kill Andrew so he'll never make Dragon strong enough to become a threat to her existence.

I think that Simurgh is the one who control the other two Endbringers, orchestrating their actions according to her visions of her future and her capacity to make them real. I'm thinking that she knows about Jack's mission to destroy the world and she'll help him because she WANTS the world of humans to be destroyed too. She's the most dangerous non-human supervillain of this story and she's the most interesting and fascinating non-human supervillain as well. I hate her for everything she represents, but she's also my favorite Endbringer/alien.

Except for Scion, who doesn't want to kill her (maybe she can subtle manipulate him somehow to spare her life after each fight) I don't think someone else might be able to defeat her, as long as she already knows each action someone would take against her even before they'll make a move. I'm thinking that a Dragon without limits might be the one who'll take Simurgh down but Simurgh is very good at imitating Tinkers' talents so its a possibility for her to know how to handle Dragon's wrath. Thanks God Wildbow that Coil wasn't able to capture Simurgh and use her as his Precog. He'd have taken over the world with her help.

Oliver put his hands to his head, his fingers scrunching up his hair, his eyes wide. "She's getting into our heads?"

We have nothing to fear but fear itself, only it's taken literally, Krouse thought. Aloud, he asked, "It goes away?"
"A temporary break in sanity can be pretty devastating," Marissa said, her voice small.
"Yeah," Jess said. "But it's still temporary."
"So that's why they're scared? They think any guy with superpowers that loses his mind is too big a danger? And the army guys are there in case we turn into a rabid, panicked mob?" Krouse asked.
"…Yeah," Jess replied.
Krouse hadn't missed the delay before she'd spoken. It had only been a fraction of a second, but it had been there.
"So we just need to minimize the damage we can do if worst comes to worst," Luke said. He'd settled in the armchair beside Jess, and was rolling up the frozen leg of his jeans.
Krouse studied Jess, saw how she was looking hard at the ground. That pause: there was something she wasn't saying. Was she lying about it being temporary?
"I'm going to go see if I can scrounge up anything to take care of that leg," Marissa said.
"Thanks," Luke said.
"Oliver," Krouse said. "Find blankets? Look for a linen cupboard. Something we can put around Noelle to warm her up. Maybe around Luke, too."
"And me, if it's no trouble," Jess said. "The circulation in my legs isn't so good, and the idea of what might happen if they get cold is pretty scary."
"Okay," Oliver said, hurrying to obey.
Jess added, "And what are you doing, Krouse?"
"I'll watch Noelle," he said, his voice firm.
She frowned. "Can you get us some water? Or juice, maybe? Both Noelle and Luke have lost blood, they'll need to avoid getting dehydrated."
"But Noelle-"
"I'll watch Noelle in the meantime. I'm not good for much else right now. Don't worry. You'll be in earshot if there's trouble."
"Right," Krouse reluctantly agreed. He stood and went looking for the kitchen.
He found a carton of orange juice, a plastic container of cranberry, and glasses. He had to search for a pitcher to put water in, opening cupboards.
He stopped when he reached the far corner of the kitchen. There was a small banging noise, repetitive. Too small to be the house's residents.
No. the back door of the house opened into an enclosed back patio with a dining room table and heavy green curtains blocking each of the windows. On top of the table was a cage with a small bird inside. A cockatoo or something. The bird was standing on the floor of its home, slowly, steadily and monotonously banging its head against the raised metal lip of the cage. Blood and bloody bird footprints joined the bird shit that spattered the newspaper that lined the cage.
She affects animals too. Is this what's in store for us? It was unnerving to watch, to imagine that it could easily be him doing the same thing, sometime in the near future. That steady, mindless kind of self harm.
Suicide by compulsive repetition, beating his head to a pulp against the nearest solid surface… if he was lucky.
He was a human with opposable thumbs, and there were a hell of a lot of ugly things he could do to himself if that fucking bird woman decided to push him that far. Just as bad, there were ugly things that he could do to others.
He looked away to find something that could serve as an improvised pitcher for the water, and his eyes caught on something.
He returned his eyes to the cage. He'd been scared, earlier, had felt genuine fear for Noelle's well being, for his own. But this was something else entirely. What he was experiencing now wasn't fear, but despair. He backed away, thinking hard. Too many things weren't making sense, but this threatened to bring everything into a kind of clarity he didn't want.
He found a knife, returned to the cage, and then grabbed the bird in one fist. It didn't struggle or resist as he held it down, severing its head with one clean stroke.

OMG, OMG, the bird....Krouse killing the bird....this scene is making me cry all of sudden.

Because I remember something similar that happened to me few months ago. I found an injured pigeon on streets and I took it in my hands. Its wings were soaked in blood and it started at me with half closed eyes, like it begged me to put it out of its misery. I could have covered its nose/beak or snap its neck (it wasn't that hard) but I couldn't do anything, except for staring back at it and watching it slowly dying. I didn't saw when it died for real because I put it down and ran away. I was such a coward, I couldn't kill a freaking bird who was clearly suffering. I hated myself for this act of cowardice and I had nightmares few nights in row but now I'm asking myself? If I'd have killed the bird, how different the things would have been?

I'm sure that I'd have hated myself for killing it so whatever choice I'd have made, the results would have been the same for my conscience. Even now, while I'm typing, I can still remember the stare that the pigeon gave me.

Unlike me, Krouse was able to kill the bird because: he's NOT a coward and he's himself influenced by the general madness that took over the City. I won't be surprised if Krouse will be the one who'll kill Cody if they'll engage in a fight.

It's just a dumb fucking bird, but it doesn't deserve to suffer.

Maybe he could hope for the same.
Can't let anyone else see this and get freaked out. He disposed of the cage's contents in the nearest wastebin. He found a combination sheath and knife sharpener in the kitchen drawer, tucked the knife away and stuck it in his back pocket, covered by his jacket.
Better to be armed if another monster shows.
Before anyone could come looking for him, he grabbed a flower vase and started rinsing it out in the sink. He tried not to think too much on the subject of what he'd seen, but was unable to break his train of thought any more than he could free himself of the steady, endless screaming in his head. There were enough notes to it now that it almost did sound like singing. Something a few notches above soprano in pitch, holding long notes that stretched on just enough for him to get used to them. Then they changed, jarring his thoughts, never settling into a pattern. It was as if it were designed to rattle him.
He finished filling the vase and, with a little more force than was necessary, he snatched a tray from between the microwave and the neighboring cabinet. Dropping it onto the counter, almost relishing the clatter it made for the distraction from the screaming in his head, he collected all the glasses and drinks.
Marissa had already returned to the living room by the time he brought the tray through, and was working with Cody to disinfect and clean Luke's wound. Noelle wasn't moving, and Oliver was still occupied elsewhere.
That left Jess on her own, watching Noelle with an eye on what the others were doing.
Krouse put the drinks down at the end of the couch. "Jess? Water or juice?"
"Water."
He poured a cup and brought it to her. He didn't let go as she took hold of it.
"Krouse?" Her brow furrowed.
He leaned close, kept his voice quiet, "Please tell me I'm losing my mind."
"What do you mean?"
He hissed, "This thing with the Simurgh, the singing, it's not even half the problem here, is it? We're far more fucked than that."
He noticed the way she averted her eyes.
"You know, don't you? You figured it out, too? The way you've been acting."
"When did you find out?"
"When I was in the kitchen."
"It's not a priority. We need to get help for those guys and-"
He gripped the glass harder, jerked it a little to make sure he had her attention. "No. Don't dodge the question. You're keeping way too fucking quiet on all of this shit. About this, about the singing in our heads, you're hiding something else about the Simurgh."
"It wouldn't help to tell," Jess said. "They'd panic, and we need to focus on taking care of Noelle and Luke."
"We damn well need to know what we're up against," he hissed, maybe a bit louder than before.
"Krouse?" Luke asked. "Jess, you okay?"
"We're just talking," Jess said, looking at Krouse.
He let go of the glass, letting her take it, and straightened.
"If that Simurgh is going to play up our emotions, we need to stay on the level," Luke said, eyeing them,
"Keep calm, cooperate. No whispering, or you'll make the rest of us paranoid."
"Right," Jess said, looking at Krouse, "That makes sense. We should watch our words, in case we make others unnecessarily upset." Krouse gave her a long look. "Fine."
"What's going on?" Luke asked. "You two are acting funny."
"It's nothing," Jess said. "Not important right now. How's your leg, Luke?"
"Deeper than we thought," Marissa said. "We-"
The crack of gunfire interrupted her explanation. The initial burst was followed by a longer, steadier stream of shots. Something broke just outside, and everyone in the house that was able threw themselves to the ground for cover.
"They're shooting at us!" Oliver shouted from the stairwell.

Of course the Army is shooting at people, even the ones who aren't Cases 53. Because everyone is mind/emotional raped and the soldiers can't risk to let "infected" people escape to other Cities and turn the whole country into a crapsack garbage. They're doing what any soldiers have to do in their place. I'm still baffled by the fact that only Jess knows what's going on with Simurgh and can explain what the Naked Bitch with Thousands of Wings is doing to them and the people around them.

More than that, both she and Krouse realized that there's something more creepy than Simurgh's attack and them being caught in this cosmic clusterfuck. Maybe they realized that the Endgate teleported them in another city/country? Or....ok, I have another shit theory that might remain just a shit theory or evolve into a surprising good theory. The Endgate didn't teleported them in another city/country but in another WORLD. Another Earth, the home planet of Taylor. Their Earth was the normal Earth, without superpowers, aliens or Endbringers but still Jess was able to find information about all of these because of the wormhole that was created between Earth Bet and Earth Aleph. I think Proto-Travelers's Earth is called Earth Alep because I know that parahumans' Earth is called Earth Bet. So, maybe Simurgh teleported Proto-Travelers with the help of Endgate on Earth Bet, this must be the explanation for everyone (except Jess) lack of knowledge about Endbringers and parahumans, the different City they're in now, and why Krouse and Jess realized that something is off about their situation and they don't want to tell to others. Ok, a shit theory who may or may not be true.

"Get down!" one of the girls urged him.

Oliver hurried down the stairs and then lay down in the front hallway of the house, hands on his head.
The gunfire stopped.
"What in the blue fuck?" Luke asked. He was still in the chair, hadn't moved. "Why the hell did they do that?"
"Not us," Marissa said, as she gingerly rose from her crouch to stare out the window of the living room.
"Trouble."
Krouse climbed to his feet. A sheer, translucent curtain showed a figure by the fence. The sheer curtains masked the details, but Krouse could make out a pair of short horns on the thing's forehead, marking it as one of the monsters.
"We're not safe here," Luke said.
"We're not safe anywhere," Marissa said.
Krouse hurried across the room to check on Noelle. She'd been periodically rousing to mutter something before drifting back to unconsciousness, but the fact that she hadn't moved in response to the gunfire was alarming.
"Hey, Noelle," he said. He brushed her hair away from her face. She was paler than before, and the bruising around her eyes was worse. Even in the past few minutes, she'd gotten worse, not better. "Give me a response? Anything?"
There was nothing. I wish I knew something about first aid. Something that could help.
Two gunshots echoed in the distance. A low, faint rumble marked a series of attacks from Scion or the Simurgh. Buildings falling.
Without looking away, he said, "Marissa."
"What?"
"I need you to give Noelle a thorough check-up. I… I don't think she'd want me to do it, or see. She was always sensitive about that stuff."
Even hugs, even kissing, or holding hands, they were things that she'd parceled out with reluctance. She wouldn't want him manhandling her, checking for injuries.
He stood up to make room for Marissa to get close, stepped back. Marissa began undoing Noelle's jacket.
"Do you want me to move Jess closer, so she can help?" He asked.
"No," Marissa said. "I can handle this, I think. What am I looking for?"
"She shouldn't be this pale, but there's not a lot of blood, except around her nose and mouth. Check for injuries? I'm worried she's bleeding into her boot or her jacket or something. I don't know."
"I'll look."
Oliver had headed back upstairs and was making his way down with an armful of sheets. Krouse grabbed one and threw it at Luke, "Cover your head."
"You're being a little extreme," Luke said.
"Do it."
"I'm not saying I won't. I'm just saying you're being a little intense about it."
Krouse spread his hands. "I don't know how to help her. I- all I know is that she cares about that stuff. If nothing else, I want to respect that."
"She's modest," Oliver suggested.
Krouse twitched with irritation. He wanted to stab his finger in Oliver's face, growl, you don't know her.
He bit his tongue and kept from reacting, reminded himself that he was under the influence of that incessant screaming in his head, a constant pressure on his psyche. If he let himself slip, he knew how easily he could transition into tearing into Oliver, expressing all the frustration he had over how passive and submissive and fucking whiny he was. The guy wouldn't even fight back.
Noelle's not modest. She's damaged, Krouse thought. He glanced at Marissa, and he didn't say anything.
"Are the rest of you guys going to move to another room, then?" Marissa asked.
"Yeah," Krouse said.
He, Cody and Oliver retreated to the kitchen, while Luke reclined in the armchair with his leg propped up and a folded sheet over his face.
"She could die," Cody said, once they'd reached the kitchen.
Krouse tensed.
"Just saying. It was bad when we were getting out of the apartment, and it's getting worse."
"We'll help her."
Cody nodded.
A minute passed, and Oliver turned his attention to searching the cupboards for food. He found a fruity cereal and poured some out into his hand. Krouse took some for himself, chewing on it.
Cody's eyes narrowed as he glanced away. "I don't like you, Krouse."
"This isn't exactly the time to hold onto old grudges."
"I know. I know that. I'm just saying, I think you're an asshole. I think you'll fuck the rest of us over if it means serving your own ends or helping Noelle.
But we can't afford to fight between us. Whatever I think of you, we can't afford to be enemies."
"That was never a concern," Krouse shrugged. He heard Marissa, Jess, and Luke exchanging words in low voices. He stepped closer to the door to listen in, keeping his eyes averted. He couldn't make out the words. He wasn't really hearing the screaming in his head, but it was almost drowning out the faint, muffled words.
Cody muttered something under his breath. "Why do you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Put me down, act like I'm not worth your attention."
"I wasn't. I was saying I wasn't stressed about us being enemies."
"You phrased it like you wouldn't care even if I was your enemy."
You are, and I don't, really.
Krouse shrugged.
"You have no problems benefiting off my hard work, but you look down on me, you talk down to me. I'm inconsequential to you."
"I thought we weren't enemies," Krouse said, turning.
"We aren't. I'm just saying you're making it really hard to be allies."
Krouse shook his head. "Okay. Whatever. Change of topic: what kind of stuff was in the basement?"
"Anything and everything."
"I'm going to go look, while we wait for Jess and Marissa to finish."
"I'll come with. We shouldn't go anywhere alone," Cody said.
They headed downstairs, and Oliver followed.
Piles of magazines, piles of tupperware, pieces of wood lashed together, bags of old clothes… Anything and everything.
Krouse began digging through the stuff. He tossed all the bags of clothes into one corner to forge a path.
"I asked her out first," Cody said.
"Uh huh."
"But when she said she wasn't interested, I accepted that. I walked away. Stayed her friend. You didn't. You slithered your way in, pressured her."

Cody is an asshole, I agree with everyone who see him as an asshole who hold a grudge because Noelle REFUSED him and she preferred a much more BETTER person than him as her boyfriend, but he's kind of right about Krouse fucking everyone over Noelle. Yes, I perfectly understand that Krouse loves her+ he's influenced by Simurgh's lullabies in his head who make his obsession to prove how protective he can be towards Noelle worse than ever, but he'll go too far when he'll become Trickster, by convincing his team to work for a criminal and a dictator based on his bogus promise that Noelle will be fixed+ I'm sure that he'll help Noelle to fight against anyone who'll try to stop her rampage, protecting her and making more easy for her to eliminate her opponents. If Noelle will have a precious ally in her personal war against the world, that would be Trickster. Again, Cody is an asshole but he's so damn right in what he's saying about Krouse. Krouse is on his path of self-destruction. And he'll drag the others after him.

"I just let her know I was still interested, while respecting the boundaries she set. If you don't believe me, ask her."

"I might not get the chance, if she doesn't get better."
Krouse flinched. "Let's drop this topic of conversation."
"Why? You keep doing that, trying not to talk about stuff. Is it because you know I'm right?"
"It's because we know that whatever happens, this screaming in our head is going to push us to the edge. Any argument could turn ugly if we aren't careful, and I'm not forgetting that you wanted to hit me before. What's to say you won't try again, with a weapon in your hand?"
"Fuck you. I have self control."
"If self control was all it took, I don't think the Simurgh would have Jess as scared as she is, and I don't think they'd be blowing up the superheroes who spend too long listening to this never-ending motherfucking scream in their heads. We should stick to talking about this shit, the danger we're in right here, right now."
"Mm," Cody grunted. "What are we looking for?"
"Weapons."
"What?"
Krouse stepped over a few garbage bags. He found a tool bench, and grabbed a short hatchet from where it hung on the wall. Holding it by the head, he extended the handle towards Cody.
"Are you insane?" Cody didn't touch it.
"If we run into another monster, we'll need to defend ourselves."
"Didn't you just finish saying we're in a dangerous mental state? We're more dangerous to each other than the monsters are. And you want to walk around with weapons, so we can kill each other if someone snaps?"
"I want to walk around with weapons so we're safe. If you're not going to take this, then Oliver…" He extended the handle to Oliver.
He paused. "Oliver?"
Oliver looked haunted, his eyes wide, staring at the wall. Krouse had to double check that there was nothing there. "Oliver!"
Oliver jumped. When he looked at Krouse, his eyes were shiny with tears.
"You okay?" Cody asked.
"I'm… no," Oliver said. He didn't expand on the thought.
Krouse extended the hatchet's handle towards his friend, "If I give you this so you can protect yourself, you're not going to hurt yourself, are you?"
Oliver reacted as though he'd been slapped. "No!"
"Then take it."
Oliver did, weighing the weapon in one hand.
Krouse found a battery operated nailgun, fiddled with it to find the clip and check the number of nails inside. He pulled the safety at the nozzle back and fired an experimental shot into a black plastic bag.
"This is a mistake," Cody said. "A ranged weapon? We walk upstairs with this stuff, and in half an hour we'll have killed and butchered each other."
"If we're going to go crazy enough to kill each other," Krouse said, "We'll find ways to hurt each other anyways. I'm more concerned about us living through the next half hour. With Noelle living through the next half hour."
Cody frowned.
"Anyways, the nail gun's useless. It's not going to do any real damage to anything like those monsters we ran into," Krouse said. He put it back on the workbench, grabbed a crowbar with a pickaxe head.
"Give me that one," Cody said.
"Just remember what you said. We're not enemies. If you have to, tell yourself it's more satisfying to beat my face in with your fists."
"We're not enemies," Cody said. "And I have enough self control. I'm more worried about what you're going to pull."
Krouse touched the small chainsaw that hung on the wall, saw Cody and Oliver stiffening in alarm, and decided against it. Instead, he walked over to the corner, where duct piping and curtain rods were stacked against the wall.
He pulled one curtain rod free. It had fleur-de-lis caps on the ends, and was apparently made out of cast iron. Or stainless steel fashioned to look like cast iron. It was thin enough that it might bend after one good hit, but it would serve as a functional spear.
Seizing a hammer in his other hand, Krouse said, "Let's go see how they're doing."
Cody looked at the crowbar and frowned, but he followed without protest.
"It's bad," Jess said, as Krouse knocked and approached the living room.
"How bad?"
Marissa had removed Noelle's jacket, and she hiked up Noelle's shirt and sweater to show her stomach. It was bruised to the point of being purple-black, and the right side was swelling in an ugly way, nearly twice as thick as the other side of her abdomen.
"What is it?"
"I don't know. But it's stiff, hard. She might be bleeding inside. Or a hernia? Something could have torn loose and shifted places, inside."
Krouse nodded. He felt his blood run cold, but he wasn't surprised. This was just a confirmation of what he'd already suspected.
"What are we going to do?"
"I'll look for a doctor," Krouse said.
"What?" Cody asked, "Are you insane?"
"I know it's risky-"
"No shit," Cody said.
"But I'm willing to put my life at risk if it means we have a chance at helping Noelle."
"If you're playing the gallant boyfriend because of what I said in the kitchen-"
He wanted to slap sense into Cody. He settled for raising his voice, "Fucking stop!"
Cody shut his mouth.
"We don't have a lot of time. Noelle doesn't, I mean. So I'm going. I knew I'd probably have to, even when I asked Marissa to check Noelle over. It's why I grabbed this," he lifted the spear. "I've got a little something to defend myself with if it comes to that. I'll go, see if I can track down any groups of people, find a doctor."
"Alone?" Jess asked.
"I'll take any help we can get. But I'll go alone if I have to."
"I'll come," Cody said.
Krouse suppressed a wince. He almost didn't want Cody to come, knew that his company would offer as many problems as help, but next to Luke, Cody was the strongest one present.
"Oliver?" he asked.
Oliver shook his head.
Damn you, you little coward. "Okay. Just Cody and I, then."

While I dislike cowards (including myself, because I can be such a coward sometimes), I can't stop myself from feeling pity for Oliver and for understanding his reasons for acting like a coward. Thanks to his own Megabitch, he never had the occasion to develop his personality, become a man responsible over his life. He remained the same mommy little child who is afraid of his own shadow because he can't do anything without knowing that his mommy have his back. This time, his mommy isn't with him and he's too frightened to take action without her presence besides him or her agreement. His personality and volition are dramatically close to zero and there are two people to be blamed for this: his Megabitch and himself. Marissa was able to stand for herself against the person who ruined her life but Oliver prefers the easy way: to be mommy's puppet, instead of fighting hard and becoming his own master. Oliver, Oliver, you're not a bad person but you're too weak and meek and wrong people take advantage of your flaws.

You should be the only one responsible for your life not let others to decide in your place. And...man up.

Why do I have an unsettling feeling that only Krouse will return from the "trip", lying everyone that a Case 53 or a soldier killed Cody (instead of admitting- of course- that he's the killer)?

"I'll come too," Marissa said.

Krouse nodded. "You'll need a weapon. Take Oliver's."
She did, and Krouse handed Oliver the hammer he had in his free hand. Krouse glanced at the others, gave Noelle one long look. Maybe the last glimpse he'd get of her alive.
"Let's go," he said, swallowing around the lump in his throat. He walked to the closet and found a heavy wool coat that hung down to his knees, a replacement for the meager fall jacket he'd been wearing. "Sooner the better."
Cody and Marissa followed him as he ventured outside. He glanced at the creature that had been gunned down by the fence. A man, fat, with rows of horns on its head and shoulders. He glanced at the soldiers, saw the guns that were pointed his way. They weren't firing, but they wouldn't show him any more mercy than they'd showed the monster.
He didn't know what was up with that. That was one detail Jess hadn't shared. The soldiers didn't fit with the scenario she'd described. Maybe the people who'd failed to evacuate would go crazy, become dangerous. But even a good fence would serve to stop that. There could be other measures, like tear gas or tasers. But guns? Or blowing up a superhero?
No. There was more to that story.
"Where is everyone?" Marissa asked. "We've barely seen anyone on the streets."
"They know better," Cody said.
"They evacuated," Krouse corrected. "It's why the heroes were okay with knocking down buildings like they were. Everyone was already cleared out."
"So quickly? Why didn't we evacuate too?"
"Took us too long to get out of the apartment," Krouse said, the lie smooth.
Marissa shook her head, but she didn't argue any further.
With Jess staying behind, at least, he didn't need to worry so much about Luke, Oliver or Noelle asking similar questions and coming to the same conclusions he and Jess had. Or, just as bad, would be if they got the bright idea of going to look for their families. Jess would dissuade and distract the others, just like he would with Marissa and Cody.
He wished he was going crazy, that this was paranoia. But he felt an ugly feeling in the pit of his stomach, along with a hard certainty. The pieces fit too well together.

They're not in their "Kansas" anymore. They're in someone's else "Kansas". A different world's "Kansas". My shit theory is becoming- with each revelation- less and less shitty.

The reason people had evacuated so quickly was because the fighting had been going on for some time. Jess had said the Simurgh wasn't a tinker. She was probably right. The Simurgh had merely copied an existing design, copied a device that had already been used once. Making the massive halo-portal was just a question of copying the layout, remembering how the pieces had been put together, and being very, very smart.

Jess would have figured it out, once she saw enough of the capes, or when Luke had gotten lost in his neighborhood. Even when they'd just climbed out of the apartment, she had asked why the Simurgh was here.
He thought back to the bird in the cage, and the bloody newspaper that it had been standing on. He'd only been able to read part of the headline. President Gillen orders…
It isn't that Alexandria, Scion, the Simurgh and the other heroes somehow came here. We've been taken there. The Simurgh had brought them to Earth Bet. Earth B. It was the Earth they'd heard so much about on the internet and the news, stuff Jess had followed with such curiosity that they'd jokingly called her a cape geek. An Earth where Japan was in shambles, a different president led the United States of America, there were a thousand times the number of parahumans, and Endbringers threatened to crush humanity in a merciless, unending battle of attrition.
They were a long, long way away from their families.

This is the LONGEST trip these people ever made in their lives. A trip with no way back.
Hate my shit theories turn to be right. Hate this so much, you have no freaking idea "sighs".
I feel like a suckish Precog. Everytime when I make a negative prediction, it will turn to be true.

When I try to make a positive prediction, like this one: Taylor and Brian will get married and live a happy life until the end of their days, it will turn to be total untrue. Either Taylor or Brian will die or both of them will die or they'll break up. Its unavoidable. I'm the evil version of Dinah. BEWARE.

End of part 3 of Pro-Travelers' Endless Nightmare. What a nightmare of an Arc! But a beautiful nightmare for my selfish tastes.

Good night and sleep well, friends.

blackarrow · Sep 28, 2018

AmbarGriss said:
The Simurgh fun time is just starting

You're so RIGHT about Simurgh, she's now my favorite non-human supervillain in the entire story. Not just my favorite Endbringer but my favorite evil monster/alien/Tinker'r creation/whatever she's (my favorite human supervillain being Bonesaw). Now, imagine Simurgh and Bonesaw becoming a team. HORROR, PURE AND SIMPLE HORROR. Bye, bye, world, it was nice to know you.

Anyway, Simurgh could copy Bonesaw' skills then start making "funny things" with human bodies. Even Nilbog will be like: Damn, this bitch is more talented than me!

When she gets bored messing with everyone's lives, I picture Simurgh floating at night in front of the windows of Doctor Mother's room and singing lullabies to the half-mad scientist lady everytime when she can't sleep because her qualms of conscience gives her endless nightmares (if she have a conscience, of course).

AmbarGriss · Sep 28, 2018

But, of course, things only get interesting once she leaves.

blackarrow · Oct 1, 2018

Hello, my lovely friends. Time for the part 4 of Proto-Travelers' Nightmare with open eyes. I asked my friend to send me some Simurgh art because her art is one of the best one in general, but my smart friend told me to look on Deviantart, pointing that I'll find a lot of Simurgh art there. I was like WTF, girl, are you insane? I can't look for Worm art anywhere because...spoilers, she was puzzled at first but she understood my reason for refusing to look after pictures (like it was very hard to understand) and was nice enough to send me a couple of pictures. Just look at this ALIEN TOP-MODEL, MISS ENDBRINGER.

She's BEAUTY.

(Simurgh)

She's GRACE.

(Worm - The Simurgh)

She's HUGE MIND CONTROLLING BITCH FROM SPACE.

(Chibi Ziz)

Her hobbies, right at this moment: aggressively flirting with Scion (btw, I wonder if there are people who ship Scion and Simurgh together. I mean, they have some things in common, especially the fact that they're the most powerful and NOT bad looking aliens?? around. I don't ship them, unless I will find out that there was/is something more serious between them except for their fight play and mutual enmity but I will read fanfiction depicting a possible mating/romantic relationship. I'll also read fanfics with any character paired with Simurgh or Scion, as long as its NOT underage or rape. Just for the sake of my own curiosity. You can recommend me if you wanna, please.) Other hobbies: aggressively mind-fucking a group of innocent teenagers for the sake of ruining their future (and ruining other people's future as well) and building Stargate portals to steal Doctor Mother's proteges from her personal house of charity. Simurgh have some refined hobbies, boys and girls

Migration 17.4

They took a path that kept the fence to their right. It meant they stayed on the fringe of the Simurgh's power, the volume of the keening song as low as they could hope to keep it, and it meant there was one less cardinal direction that any creatures could approach them from. There were soldiers stationed at the far end of any roads, a ways back from fences, but they weren't taking shots at them. If the soldiers happened to shout at them through a loudspeaker, he considered it a bonus, something to draw others closer.

He cursed the heavy clouds of fog and dust that were resulting from the ongoing fighting and the snow that had evaporated or scattered on a massive scale. It wasn't bad enough that there were monsters prowling around the city, but his key senses were being obscured. He couldn't see more than one or two hundred feet ahead of him, and the noise… there was no absolute quiet. The screaming in their heads continued without end, low in volume and apparently low in effect, but there. Always there. Just as distracting and nerve-wracking were the rumbles and the sounds of gunfire, of distant explosions, of buildings collapsing, and of city streets being blasted to shreds.
It was during one of the quiet moments, one of the periodic breaks in the distant chaos where there was only the song in their heads, that they heard a shrill scream.
Krouse, Cody and Marissa stopped in their tracks.
"Was that in my head?" Krouse asked.
"No. Definitely a person. Or people. We should help them," Marissa said.
"We'd be putting ourselves in danger," Cody replied.
"No," Krouse said. "We should go."
"I feel like you contradict me to be irritating," Cody growled.
"We should go because there's barely anyone around," Krouse said, "And we've got to find a doctor. One person with the right skills in an area with very few people."
"And since someone's screaming, we know there's at least one person there."
Krouse nodded. He didn't wait for further argument from Cody, sprinting ahead instead.
His path took him to the foot of a set of tall buildings with stores on the lowest level. He was somewhat relieved that most of the fast food chains seemed familiar. Somehow it implied that home wasn't so far away. Tables and benches were bolted into the ground in a broad patio or plaza between the buildings. The fixtures that weren't exposed to the winds and shockwaves that were rippling across the city in all the fighting were piled high with layers of snow and ice. Krouse could hear the crunch in the snow as Marissa and Cody caught up behind him. He glanced back to verify it was really them, then gripped his spear tighter.
Screams, again. To his left.
He hurried toward the sound. He knew the singing in his head was making him more impulsive, rounding off the edges of his sense of caution and pushing him to act rather than plan. It didn't matter. He had one goal in mind.
Eight people were gathered in a burger joint with the lights off. More daunting were the three monsters that were in the room. One of the monsters was holding a ninth person off the ground. The windows had been shattered and curls of snow flowed into the fast food place.

Leaving the stupid jokes aside, I think I understand Simurgh's big plan involving the Proto-Travelers. She looked into the future, saw Noelle becoming a menace for Brockton Bay and decided to make that future real by purposely traveling to Earth Aleph, causing destruction in the city where Pro-Travelers live, injuring Noelle in the process, using her mind influence on them- she doesn't actually mind control them but she subtly influences them to do her biding, without them being aware of this, by singing songs inside their heads, songs capable to play with their feelings, their fears, to twist their strongest emotions into something dark and macabre. Its even worse than a simple mind control, because while people under mind control act exactly like slaves/zombies without any free will left, people influenced by Simurgh' songs still have their own free will and they act accordingly to their decisions of the moment, but they're doing whatever Simurgh is planning for them to do, in the end.

The WORST kind of mind control. Let your slave believe that they're free but they're never free for real. I absolute HATE this shit. :anger:

The most INFLUENCED one seem to be Krouse, because he loves Noelle and Simurgh turned his pure and innocent love into a freaking obsession, making him ready to do anything to protect/save Noelle, including murder, if its necessary. And if he'll find a Cauldron vial- its a huge possibility that Simurgh brought vials with powers along with Cases 53 through her Endgate- the future that Simurgh saw and created will become a reality. Well, the future already became a reality, we know this. Its obviously now that Simurgh (along with other Endbringers) are aliens and not beings created by Tinkers because no human being (even the ones with their intelligence enhanced by aliens) can create something so perfect in her smartness and evilness.

I suppose the "monsters" are Case 53. Oh God, if Krouse, Marissa and Cody will have to fight against them, I'll be worried for all of them. Because I care a lot for Krouse and Marissa (I know that they'll survive, but they still might be hurt) but I don't want to see Cases 53 getting hurt/killed either. They're victims, they're just as innocent as Proto-Travelers.

The difference is that while Proto-Travelers are victims to Simurgh, Case 53 are victims to Doctor Mother (a sincere FUCK YOU, Doctor Mother, btw

). I'm going to be clear: no matter what Case 53 will do to their hostages, I can't really bring myself to judge them. I mean, maybe they can't control their powers or their powers affect their judgement or they hate people in general for what a couple of them did to them, there are so many possibilities for them to act with aggressiveness but I know a thing for sure: the only one to be blamed for whatever these people will do is Doctor Mother (and her people who help her). If they'll kill their hostage, its her fault. If they'll hurt Krouse or Marissa, its her fault as well. She's responsible for their existence, she must bear the consequences of their actions.

Krouse dropped low, crouching behind a snow-covered patio. He gestured for Cody and Marissa to stop.

The monsters included a man with a neck three times the usual length and a gnarled hump on his back that was plated in armor. His arms split in two at the elbow, with one set of hands and one set of limbs that ended in built-in scythes. He was perched on a table, cackling. His jacket was clearly borrowed, ill-fitting around his hump, and he kept having to push the sleeves up so they wouldn't cover his hands or weapons.
His partner held their victim, the ninth person in the room. She was big, maybe seven feet tall, and heavy in a way that met some middle ground between being muscular and being fat. Big boned might have been the most apt way to describe her, in a literal sense. Her skin was thick, her features blunt: she had a porcine nose and cauliflower ears, her fingers were stubby and her lips so fat that they curled away from her comparatively tiny teeth. She might have weighed four hundred pounds, and the way she was easily holding her victim in the air suggested she was strong enough to kill someone with one good punch. She wore only a set of grays that looked like a prisoner uniform. He could make out the first half of the word that was printed across her shoulders: GWER-.
Rounding out the group was a young woman. Something was off about her, besides the obvious physical changes. Thick black horizontal lines striped her body, crossing her eyes like a blindfold, extending from the corners of her mouth, lining her chin and tracing down her neck. By the time they reached her fingers, her skin was more black than white. She wore the same prison grays, but had donned a jacket and boots. Her blond hair was straight, her bangs cut severely across her forehead.
She was off because there was a rigidity to her. She stood too straight, and every part of her except her clothing seemed to be drawn in horizontal and vertical lines.
Scythe-arms finished laughing, took a second to compose himself, and then snarled with a viciousness that seemed to be in stark contrast to his previous humor, "Ontige hie, Matryoshka."
The massive woman turned to shove her captured victim towards the girl with the lines. Krouse could make out the rest of the word. Gwerrus. Her voice was deeper than any Krouse had ever heard. "Egesa riika se-ji."
The line girl spoke in a thick accent. "Speak the anglo? This skin too far from myself for me to remember."
"Mirzuty," the large woman swore. "Egesa say you take her, Matryoshka."
"I can not. Too far. I will lose myself. Begging you, Gwerrus."
Gwerrus slammed her hand down on the counter next to her, demolishing it. The soft drink dispenser exploded in a spray of fizz and foam. Gwerrus looked momentarily surprised, and the scythe-armed one started cackling. Was that the Egesa that Gwerrus had mentioned?
Gwerrus growled, "There are guards, frail one. Many. There are fences and the… what you call them? Transportation."
"Trucks," Matryoshka said.
"Trucks. They hunt us. They have craft. Burn you by looking at you. Fly," Gwerrus's deep voice took an almost reverent tone. "We must escape. We use your craft to do it. Fold us. Fold them."
Matroyshka glanced at the crowd of people that were huddled by the front counter. Her face was etched with anxiety. A distant rumble shook the city, and her head snapped to one side in alarm.
"Ofstede," Egesa growled.
"Egesa says now," Gwerrus translated.
"I guess that already," Matryoshka said.
"Clever, clever," Gwerrus said, with a cruel note to her voice, "Should use that clever mind to think. Longer we wait, longer we have to listen to this dwimorwail. More time for men hunting us to find us."
Cody and Marissa crept closer until they were beside Krouse. Krouse winced as their feet crunched in the snow, but the monstrous people didn't seem to notice.
Matryoshka reached out and bent down in the direction of the woman Gwerrus had thrown to the ground. Krouse couldn't quite make out the view, but saw a flurry of black and flesh tone ribbons.
When she stood, she had a different face, her hair was darker, and the lines on her face and hands were thinner.
"How long?" Gwerrus asked. "To… what is word?"
"Digest," Matryoshka said. Her accent wasn't so thick as it had been. "Hours? Two or three. Can't really remember."
"Fold into me next," Gwerrus said. "Then Egesa. Then them."
Both Matryoshka and Gwerrus looked at the huddled captives.
"But if I take more than two or three hours to escape, I'll digest you."
"I'm a soldier," Gwerrus spoke. "Tough. Hard to eat?"
"Digest," Matryoshka said. "I don't know. Not sure you can be tough against this."
"Efeste," Egesa growled.
"He says-"
"I get it. Fine. Kneel. Easier if I don't have to climb."

So, we have 3 Case 53, two women and a man. Egesa's power is probably to use his scythe limbs as weapons and he seems the leader of the trio, Gwerrus (I suppose is her real name) must be super-strong but she doesn't seem very smart compared with the other two (or maybe she lived in a country without technology as she doesn't know about trucks -she also doesn't know about 'digest' and she speaks an unknown language) and Matryoshka (this must be a codename that remind me of the famous Matryoshka dolls) she have problems with memory, her looks and rigidity are pretty similar with Siberians and her power seems to be: fold people inside her body and slowly digest them. As I said before, Noelle might have a similar power: eat, digest and grow and I won't be surprised if the same vial with power who made Matryoshka like this will be given to Noelle too. Gwerrus is very brave (or just reckless) as she begs Matryoshka to fold her inside her body so the Army will not kill her. I'm not sure if this is a good idea but if Gwerrus sees herself as a tough soldier then maybe she's right: she can handle whatever Matryoshka's power will do to her. I think that Krouse, Marissa (Cody can stay, I don't care about him that much

) should run the hell out of there because these people are not joke. They're angry, pissed off on the soldiers who hunt them, they're obviously scared, even if they try to appear tough, and they seem to have a military mindset, especially Gwerrus and Egesa. Plus they have powers. And Krouse and Marissa are still normal teenagers, without superpowers. Trickster and Sundancer would have no problem to fight against these people, but Krouse and Marissa...all they can do is to make me get worried for them even more than I'm already worried.

Krouse tightened his grip on the spear, waited until he saw the ribbons.

Then Krouse charged forward. Couldn't afford to wait until that Matryoshka woman ate someone with the know-how Noelle needed. The window of opportunity here was small, anyways. Had to strike while two of the enemies were occupied.
His boots crunched over snow, and Egesa turned his way, raising one scythe before he even saw Krouse.
Krouse drove the makeshift spear into Egesa's side. The shape of the head didn't allow for much penetration, but it did bury itself in the monster's stomach.
Krouse had never been in a fight. He'd been punched, but he'd never hit back. Wasn't in him, he'd thought. How much of this was him, and how much was the song in his head? Was the Simurgh's song pushing him to violence where he might have tried to find another way in other circumstances? Or was this what it felt like, doing what had to be done to help Noelle?
Egesa nearly fell from the table he was sitting on, managed to brace himself, and then swung one scythe-arm at Krouse. Krouse threw himself backward, tugging on his curtain-rod spear.
It twisted as it came free, doing more damage on the way out than it had with the initial thrust.
Egesa fell to the ground, landing with his knees, two scythes and one hand on the ground. His other hand pressed to the injury, where blood was spilling onto the ground.
The hump of a hunchback protected the man's head, as he crouched before Krouse. Krouse looked at Egesa's arched back, his legs and arms under him. He could have gone for the stomach again, but there were no guarantees. He jabbed for the armpit, instead. Limit his range of attack.
His body hummed with adrenaline, and he felt far, far too calm for what he was doing, as he thrust the heavy metal spear into the base of Egesa's arm. This time he twisted it on purpose before pulling it free.
There was more blood than he thought there'd be, with that one. Egesa fell over, no longer able to prop himself up.
Changing his grip, Krouse brought the spear down like a bludgeon, cracking Egesa across the head.
When Egesa didn't immediately slump over, Krouse hit him twice more.
"Ende," Egesa growled.
Krouse swung to hit him one more time. Egesa disappeared in a cloud of black smoke that quickly dissipated and the spear hit tile.
Krouse glanced around to see if Egesa had changed locations. The scythe-armed freak wasn't around. He did see Cody and Marissa looking at him wide eyed.
This next part wasn't going to change that much. "Run!" he shouted at the bystanders. They scrambled to their feet and ran for cover.
He advanced on Gwerrus and Matryoshka, saw how Gwerrus was entangled by Matryoshka, wearing the ribbons like a second skin. Her left arm, completely encased, was compressed to only half the size, almost normal.
Gwerrus looked too tough to hurt, but Matryoshka… He slashed the end of his makeshift spear into her, and the ribbons of flesh cut and tore. Matryoshka began to pull together, unwinding from Gwerrus, and he clubbed her mover the head.
Gwerrus was a bigger problem. The way her skin seemed to be three times as thick as normal, at least, and her massive frame, he suspected he wouldn't be able to hurt her with his weapon. If he-
No, Krouse made himself stop, took an account of what he was doing. He was getting carried away. He turned to run.
A hand gripped the back of his coat, and a scythe blade extended around Krouse's throat.
He felt another scythe tap against his spear, tapping again shortly after. He let the spear clatter to the tiled floor.
Matryoshka condensed the ribbons into onion-like layers. The cuts and tears he'd made weren't continuous once she was put together. Rather, it was divided into a series of short cuts placed around her face and hands, with more probably hidden beneath her clothes.
"Brave," Gwerrus growled. "Stupid brave."

I agree 100% with Gwerrus here. Krouse was such a STUPID BRAVE BOY. But a pretty good fighter, despite hating the violence. Of course that his behavior is influenced by the song inside his mind and his over-protective side towards Noelle, but I have to admire him for injuring Egesa like that and saving their innocent victims. I still don't understand why people see Krouse as an insufferable asshole- yes, he can be such an asshole sometimes, but he's so fearless and he's ready to do anything for the love of his life, including stupid things, but more important than everything- he's a victim under the control of a space bitch, its not exactly his fault for the sudden changes in his behavior and his general reckless and violent attitude.

I think I understand him a lot. In the same way I understand Case 53. Yes, they're aggressive and they're killing people, but they're created like this, they're kidnapped from their homes/cities/countries, they're given vials with powers that fuck with their bodies and in some cases, with their minds as well. Then they're released in the world, with no memory, with weird powers that they can barely understand and control, with no chances to ever return to their normal lives.

Anyone in their place would have been pissed. I'm thinking that if Gregor, Newter and Shamrock wouldn't have been recruited by Faultline, maybe they would have become criminals with no respect for human life. Because they're traumatized (even if they can't remember, the trauma is still there, deep in their subconscious), because they're not accepted by society because of their looks (Gregor and Newter as Shamrock is, fortunately for her, normal looking) and even their own powers fuck with them (Newter). Without Faultline's (bless her heart

) support and help, they'd have been lost. To themselves and to the society. The same goes for Weld too. He was encouraged to become a hero and he's one of the kindest and greatest hero that Brockton Bay Protectorate was blessed to have.

But, what would have happened with him without any encouragement, without any help and moral support? He'd have tried to live in a society who would have rejected him because of his looks. He'd have lived a life without feeling a human touch, the taste and the smell of food, being constantly afraid that every metal around him could become instantly a part of his body. Even if he have a heart of gold, if he was rejected all the time maybe he'd have snapped and his personality would have suffered dramatic alterations.

In the end Weld was lucky and other people were lucky too because he was lucky.

But not all Cases 53 were lucky like him. Or Faultline's mercenaries.

"Sculan abretoan cnapa," Egesa muttered, just beside Krouse's ear.

Gwerrus shook her head. "Na. Wac thurfan cnapa with huntians ferranan, Matryoshka cunnan fealdan cnapa."
Egesa shoved Krouse so that he stumbled forward, finding himself in the middle of the three.
"English? Anglo?" Matryoska asked.
"We need the boy," Gwerrus said. "You fold him."
"Uh huh," Matryoshka said. "We'll need more."
"We'll find more."
"Soon? Women I just took will be all dissolved."
"Soon," Gwerrus said.
Krouse couldn't help but notice how even her dialect had changed since she'd absorbed the woman into her.
"You don't have to do this."
Egesa kicked him from behind, and Krouse fell to his hands and knees.
"Don't hurt him," Matryoshka said.
"They are enemies," Gwerrus growled. "They hunt us."
"We're not hunting you," Krouse said.
Egesa kicked him again for his trouble, driving a heel into Krouse's kidney. Krouse grunted and writhed at the pain. The screaming in his head was bad, now, almost drowning everything out. It was almost affecting his vision. He couldn't help but think about the pressure of being deep underwater, being so deep he was barely able to function, except this wasn't imagined. It was real, despite being all in his head. That same pressure dimmed everything around the edges of his vision, made shadows darker and lights brighter. When spots appeared in his vision, he could almost imagine they were images.
Egesa pressed the tip of one scythe to Krouse's eyelid. "Abysgian in eage? Yeh?"
Krouse slipped, so to speak. He hadn't even realized he was resisting the song, but in the pain, in his momentary fear, he let himself listen, looked at the shapes that were filling the dark places he could see.
Am I giving up? This easily? The others need me. The others…
"Noelle," he mumbled.
"Francis?"
He winced. "Call me Krouse. Everyone but my mom does."
"Krouse," Noelle tried the word. "Okay. You want something?"
"Just wanted to talk. When we were marking each other's papers in class, I got yours. I just wanted to say I like the way you think."
He could see her expression change, as though the whole paradigm of the conversation had shifted. What did I say?
"Thanks," she said. Her eyes dropped to her lunch tray, and she speared a piece of lettuce on her fork. She popped it into her mouth and chewed, slowly, methodically, then glanced up at Krouse. The meaning was clear. With body language alone, she was asking, why are you still here?
"Comparing the way you write an essay to how you'd design a game, plotting things both on a mechanical and general level. It was interesting to read. Nerdy in all the best ways. That's a compliment, in case you're left wondering."
"Alright. Thanks."
He was turning to leave when he saw Marissa Newland approach and sit down next to Noelle. They weren't people he'd expected to see together. It wasn't that Noelle was unattractive, only that Marissa was a swan, one of the better looking girls in the school, and Noelle was maybe best described as a sparrow. Small, nervous, plain. He hadn't imagined they had any shared interest, social circles or friends.
Marissa moved a small plate with a square of pizza on it to Noelle's tray, before looking up at Krouse. "Krouse? You need something?"
"Nah, said what I wanted to say."
"Don't pester her, 'kay?"
"I"m not doing anything more annoying than distracting her from lunch, and I was already leaving."
"You two know each other?" Noelle asked.
Krouse answered before Marissa could. "Our moms both do a lot of volunteer stuff for the school. Bake sales and crap. Been a couple of times where we both got dragged in to help and wound up working together."
"So I know exactly what to watch out for with you," Marissa said. "At any given point in time, you're pulling some nefarious prank, you're manipulating others to get what you want, you're making someone else look bad-"
"Stop. All this praise is going to make me blush."
"Sixth grade," Marissa said, turning to Noelle, "He tells his teacher-"
"Aaand I'm out of here," Krouse said, making sure to interrupt her, "I forgot Marissa knew about the more embarrassing stories."
"Good riddance to you, then," Marissa said, smiling lightly.
He wasn't two steps away when he heard her saying, "The Ransack qualifiers-"
He turned, interest piqued.
"What?" Marissa said. "Do I need to get back to the story to scare you off? Or are you going to make some crack about girls and video games?"
"No, I'm not. You said qualifiers? As in competitive level?"
"Yeah. We have a club we organized through the school, to manage it. It was the only way I could get access o a computer without my mom looking over my shoulder."
"No kidding. That's the same one Luke's in? You know Luke Brito?"
"Yeah. He's in the group."
"Ah," he said. He floundered. "I'm sort of lost for words. The bar for that sort of thing is higher than a lot of people think. Even getting to the point where you're in the qualifiers is pretty respectable. Kudos."
"Thanks," Marissa said.
"I won't subject you to my presence any longer. Good luck tonight. Really."
"You play?" Noelle asked, the question abrupt. She tore off a bit of pizza crust and popped it into her mouth.
It took Krouse a second to mentally shift gears. "Some. Casually."

First, I forgot something..."DEATH GLARES at Doctor mother while muttering under her breath" Fuck you, bitch and your fucking ideas to torture people like this. For every single one of their victims, you're the only one responsible, not them. :rage:

Right, now I feel a little better.

Looks like Krouse is going to trigger or Marissa will help him somehow because the three parahumans seem to want to use him as Matryoshka's next meal and I have no freaking idea how he'll be able to escape without any help. Egesa speaks in an unknown language, just like Gwerrus. I googled it and I still have no idea what this language might be. Its a possibility that Egesa and Gwerrus belonged to an isolated tribe of people, an explanation for Gwerrus' lack of knowledge about trucks. Or they're kidnapped by Cauldron from other paralel Earths, Earths were people talk different languages and they don't have the same technology. Another interesting thing about Matryoshka's weird power: once she absorbed and digested a woman, her dialect changed. Maybe she can absorb people's memories/skills along with their bodies and after she digests the bodies, their memories/skills remain with her. Her power must be somehow similar with Glaistig Uaine's power. What if Glaistig Uaine is another Cauldron's victim?
Its both sad and cute how Krouse remembers his happy moments in the company of his girlfriend, when the present is so scary, dark and lethal for him. Its like his best memories help him cope better with fucked up situation he's trapped into right now.

Marissa looked at Noelle to double check, then gestured towards the empty seat across from them.

Krouse sat, winced as a plastic tray clattered to the ground.
Marissa screamed, the sound abruptly cutting off as she was tossed from the counter where the plastic trays were stacked to the ruined counter where the soft drink dispensers had been. She gasped for breath, struggled to climb to her feet and fell. She was too dazed, and the ruined counter didn't offer much in the way of solid traction. Gwerrus advanced on her.
Krouse forced himself back to reality, hurried to climb to his feet, only to feel the scythe's blade press hard to his neck, only his scarf keeping it from severing flesh.
The screaming in his head was back, worse than ever. After the peace of the memory, the tranquility of being free of the screaming, still experiencing the warm buzz that surged through him, this wasn't where he wanted to be.
"Began'na weorc," Egesa hissed in his ear.
"Don't understand a fucking thing you're saying," Krouse responded. In a strange way, he was pissed. Pissed in the way he might be if he'd been woken abruptly from a good dream. He knew it wasn't rational, knew it wasn't even healthy to think that way when the Simurgh was thisdangerous, this insidious, but he was still upset.
So maybe, in the smallest way, it gave him the push he needed to reach beneath his coat, to where he'd stashed the sheathed kitchen knife. With his other hand, he found and dug his gloved fingers into the wound the spear had made, simultaneously twisting, putting his less vulnerable shoulder in the way of Egesa's scythe-hand.
It didn't matter. Egesa's knees folded as Krouse twisted his fingers in the wound, dug deep. The knife's sheath clattered to the ground, and Krouse dragged the blade across Egesa's long neck.
Egesa pushed him away, blood fountaining down the front of his body. Krouse's fingers were plucked free of the wet, sucking wound as the freak backed away. Egesa disappeared into wisps of dark smoke.
"Stupid brave boy," Gwerrus said.
Krouse glanced around the room as the massive bear of a woman turned to face him. Marissa was only just managing to stand, while Cody had backed up to the opposite end of the room, crowbar in hand. Matryoshka was on her hands and knees, not far from Cody.
"Run!" he shouted. "Scatter!"
He was only turning to run away from the brutish Gwerrus when he realized the others might not be in a state to run. Marissa had been thrown hard, and he wasn't sure what kind of condition Cody was in.
Not that it mattered. Gwerrus picked Krouse for her target.
She wasn't fast. There was some small blessing in that. But he quickly realized that she was keeping up with him, and she didn't have half the trouble he did in wading through the deeper patches of snow. Slipping on ice, too, didn't prove to be a problem for her when she weighed enough that the ice shattered with each footfall.
She caught up to him before he was clear of the plaza, grabbed him by the seat of his pants and the back of his coat.
He stabbed at her hand with the knife, and felt a fierce agony tear through his own hand.
Blood welled out from his palm, warm as it ran down his arm to his elbow. Krouse screamed.
"No," Gwerrus growled in her deep voice. "Stupid boy."
"Begone," a man intoned.
Krouse felt himself slip from her grasp. He dropped to the ground.
"Do it quickly," another man said.
Krouse turned to look, but he saw everything through a monochrome haze. His own hand seemed smoky, faint.
I'm a ghost?
"Any insights, Myrddin?" a man in armor spoke. Gwerrus backed away as he advanced. A giantess and a man in a suit of gleaming armor. The man twirled a halberd in one hand.

Gwerrus admired Krouse for his bravery, despite considering him an enemy. She acts like a real soldier: she's brave herself and appreciates the bravery in others as well. Not all soldiers are cowards like Thomas Calvert after all.

I like this woman and I hope that the heroes will not kill her. Contain her into foam and arrest her, but not kill her. Speaking about heroes, hello, Myrddin or better said.... Worm Gandalf, long time no see you. Now I'm not sure if Egesa can teleport or he was killed by Myrddin. Hello you too, the man in armor with halberd or better said....Defiant. Nope, not Defiant because these events were before he changed his codename and almost everything else about him. He was still Armsmaster back then, back when he was still 100% human, not half human- half robot, and he was less crazy than he's now but more of an asshole. Thank you for saving our unfortunate adventurers' lives, they'd have been so dead without your intervention.

"A protective power. I just got a glimpse of the idea behind it. Retribution," the first man said. He was behind the man in armor, wearing a robe. "Her power's based around retribution for damage done."

"Damage reflection?" the man in armor asked. "Or does she get more durable as you attack her?"
"More likely to be the former than the latter."
Kouse stood as the man in armor walked up to him. Walked past him as though he weren't even there.
"I am stronger than you," Gwerrus snarled.
The armored man didn't reply.
"Why do this? Why hunt us?" Gwerrus asked, backing away.
The armored man slammed his halberd down against the ground, and smoke billowed around him. A moment later, there was a sound like a gunshot. Gwerrus dropped to one knee, one meaty hand pressed to her chest.
There was a tink and she was set on fire, head to toe.
The flames were hot enough and close enough to Krouse that they could have burned him, should have burned im. But he barely felt the warmth of them. Barely felt anything. The Simurgh's scream had faded, and his wounded hand was little more than a dull throb.
"Hey," Krouse said, turning to the man in armor. There was no response. "Hey, my friend needs-"
"That was reckless," Myrddin said, speaking over Krouse. "Attacking when we didn't know the particulars of her power."
"Two most likely vectors for it," the armored man said, talking as though he couldn't hear Krouse. He raised his voice a little to be heard over Gwerrus' screams. "Either she needed to see me, or there needed to be some correlation between me and the damage done. Smoke plus a nonlethal bullet works as a test for the first case. Besides, priority one is minimizing interactions, right?"
"Yes. But it was still reckless."
Krouse turned to Myrddin. "My friend's dying. Can you help her?"
Myrddin walked ahead, dismissing the smoke with a wave of the craggy wooden stick he carried.
"Dragon?" the armored man said.
"I'm here," the woman's voice came from the armbands that they'd fixed around their wrists.
"Myrddin just shunted some kid out to minimize contact. I saw some blood. If I mark the location, can we get emergency services here for when he pops back in?"
"We're overloaded. Was it a severe injury?"
"Bad, but not severe."
"We don't have the vehicles or personnel to spare, and quarantine will still be in effect."
"Right. Where did our target land?"
"Two hundred feet away, down your four o'clock, Armsmaster."
"How are we for exposure?"
"You two are good for another seventeen minutes at the exposure you're facing. Twenty if we push it. I can have a flight unit to you shortly."
Krouse hurried to follow them as they changed direction and began briskly walking toward the end of the street..
Myrddin spoke up, "How's the fight going?"
"It goes well. But we can't let our guards down."
"No," Myrddin agreed. "This is a bad one. Too many possible avenues to cover, too much exposure time across the board."
"We're doubling down quarantine, and we'll have a processing center in place shortly. The President is pushing the D.D.I.D measure."
"It's going to backfire," Myrddin said. "I've said it before, I'll say it now, and I'll remind you all I said it with every chance I get, from now until the day I die. It's going to backfire."
"I don't disagree," Dragon said.
"But you're helping to enforce it."
"I'm following orders."
"No offense, I like you, Dragon, but that's the oldest excuse in the book."
"I'm merely picking my battles."
"If you're not going to fight this battle, then what will push you to make a stand?"
"Myrddin," Armsmaster cut in, "Ease up. And pay attention. This is it."
Krouse stared. It was a section of building. White tile and white walls, a desk, and a metal cabinet with a shattered glass pane. File folders were strewn over the floor and desk. In the midst of it all was a man in a white lab coat. His body had been shattered by the impact.
"Damnation. If we could only look into this…" Armsmaster said.
"Priority one. Minimize exposure."
"I know. But this stands to answer a great many questions. If we can find where she opened that portal to-"
"If she's answering questions for us, we don't want to know," Myrddin said.
Armsmaster sighed. "I know. Can you shift this into one of your pocket dimensions?"
"I get bad interactions if I transition something in of one of my dimensions and back, or if I take things out of one dimension and put them into another. It doesn't compartmentalize into the dimension properly if it's been elsewhere too recently. Whether these people and objects came from somewhere halfway across the globe or some pocket dimension, I don't think we want to test our luck and risk something disastrous."
Krouse startled at that. Is that what happened to me? Some bad interaction of interdimensional crap?
"I'm thinking white phosphor?" Armsmaster suggested. Myrddin nodded.
Dragon chimed in, her voice sounding from the armbands on their wrists, "Can't call in a strike until fifteen minutes after the Simurgh is gone. Mark the area. I've got another danger site a quarter-mile to your six o'clock. Then we're getting you clear."
"Got it," Armsmaster said.
Armsmaster tossed a small canister into the middle of the section of laboratory, they cordoned off the area with red tape, and then they left. Armsmaster used a grappling hook to fly to a nearby rooftop while Myrddin took to the air.
With no way to follow, Krouse was left standing there. He prodded at a piece of rubble, but his hand passed through.
Yet he was able to walk on the hard ground? He couldn't process it.
"I don't understand," he muttered to himself.
"It's not you, it's me."
He folded his arms. That's not something I ever expected to hear. "You can't blame me at least a little?"
"No," Noelle said, shaking her head. She looked miserable, and he felt a knot forming in the pit of his stomach as he saw just how unhappy she was. It wasn't something he was familiar with, on a lot of levels. Quiet, she said, "You've been great."
He spread his arms, "I don't get it. I thought we were doing fine."
"We aren't! This is… it's not working."
"I'm okay with it. I enjoy spending time with you, and I didn't get any impression you were having that bad of a time, either."
"But we don't- we aren't-" She stared down at her feet. "We're stalled. It isn't fair to you."
"That's what you're worried about?"
"Don't dismiss my concerns," she said, managing to sound a little angry.
"No', it's fine. It's cool. I get that there's stuff you've got going on that you don't want to tell me about. I can be a bit of a jerk sometimes, but I'm not an idiot. And I'm not going to twist your arm to get you to share, either. That's your stuff, and I figure you'll tell me in time. Or you won't."
"It's not fair to you," she repeated.
"I'm not saying things have to be equitable or balanced or fair or any of that. So who cares if things aren't fair?"
"Don't do that!"
He spread his arms for the second time in a minute, helpless. Don't do what? Don't make sense?
Long seconds passed. He studied her, saw how dejected she was. Only minutes ago they'd been having a good time talking. Then things had fallen apart without warning, and it sounded like she wanted to break up.
It's like karma for all the times I've pulled shit on others. Only I did it in fun, and this isn't fun in the slightest.
"Someone said, a little while ago," Noelle spoke without looking at Krouse, "That I can't really forge a good relationship with others until I have a good relationship with myself."

Oh, God, Armsmaster killed both Egesa and Gwerrus. RIP Gwerrus. I know you probably killed people and you tried to kill Krouse and Marissa but I still feel bad for you.

Too bad that you didn't know that one should not mess with a Tinker who's also a warrior at his heart. This is Armsmaster for you. Brains and Brawn. A ruthless fighter for justice.

So, Gwerrus' powers were super-strength and the ability to reflect any attack back to her attacker? Well, she was a pretty interesting minor villain while she lasted. Where the hell is Matryoshka? Did she ran away? If she's still alive, I hope that I'm going to see her again. And more memories from Krouse's past. Looks like Noelle is not happy with their relationship, not because he doesn't make her happy, but because she isn't happy with herself. She reminds me of Taylor and Amy with her self- deprecation. I suspect her for having eating disorder problems for some reasons: she didn't wanted for Marissa to have a look at her body while she was injured, possible that she's ashamed by her own body and in the future she'll have cannibalistic tendencies. Plus she doesn't like herself. There are small details but they point to this conclusion: she suffers from either anorexia and bulimia. Poor Noelle, I never had eating disorder problems -I'm pretty lucky from this point of view- but I understand the girls like her. They need help and understanding.

"You don't?"

Noelle didn't say anything.
"I think you're fantastic, if that counts for anything."
"You don't know me."
"I've been getting to know you some. And I have yet to see anything that's going to scare me away."
She stared down at her feet. "…I don't think we should date."
"Okay. If you think that's for the best. But I just need you to do one thing. Look me in the eye as you tell me that."
She glanced up at him, then looked down. She didn't say a word.
"Because," he went on, "I think you've seemed happier than I've ever seen you since we started going out. Marissa said so, too."
Noelle glanced at him.
He continued, "If you really feel like us dating is making things worse in the long run, then I'm perfectly okay with breaking it off. I can leave the club if that makes things easier on your end. It was your thing before it was mine, and you've got enough on your plate with being team captain."
"I don't want you to leave the club."
"Okay," he said. He waited for her to speak, but she didn't. "Listen, I get the feeling today is a bad day. Don't know why it is, but it is. And that happens. Fine. But I'm not willing to end this if it's because the stars aligned wrong. So I'm asking you to tell me that you're worse off because we're together. Not asking for an explanation, just-"
"Never mind," she said.
"Never mind?"
"I'm- just never mind. Can we forget this conversation happened?"
"Sure," he said. He saw how dejected she looked. "Want me to walk you home?"
She nodded.
It was odd. He'd been punched before, had failed a grade, he'd lost his uncle, and yet it was here, beside his girlfriend, that he was unhappier than he'd ever been. He was helpless, confused, frustrated. All he wanted to do was to help her, but he wasn't sure how.

You're a good boyfriend, Krouse. A lot of girls would be lucky to have you as their boyfriend.

You're trying your best to help your girlfriend overcome her personal problems and you don't want to abandon her no matter how much she rejects your help and how hard is for you to help a person who doesn't want to be helped. I also appreciate that, despite disliking herself, Noelle is protective towards Krouse too because she feels like she can never make him happy if she can't be happy herself.

She obviously care for him and want to keep him at distance from her problems, on the other side, he wants to help her with her problems, despite not knowing how. I like their relationship, I really do, its not a perfect relationship, far from perfect actually, but both of them have honest and strong feelings for each other and they're trying their best to be the supportive boyfriend and girlfriend for each other. This Arc is one of the BEST and SADDEST ones at the same time.

He fought the urge to sigh, and drew in a deep breath instead. The air in his nostrils was so cold he choked on it. All of his senses were plunged into high gear; a keening song so high pitched it made his ears hurt, cold throughout his body, the smell and taste of dust thick in the air, and pain lancing through his right hand.

Coughing, bewildered, he stared at the pile of rubble and the laboratory. Whatever effect had encompassed him, it was gone.
Noelle.
He scrambled up the pile of rubble. He remembered how they'd said they wouldn't bomb this site until after the Endbringer was gone, so he still had some time.
He needed a first aid kit. He went through the cabinets and a set of drawers. Nothing. Empty test tubes, glass vials without any contents, canisters without contents, and paperwork. Lots of paperwork.
His eyes settled on a metal briefcase beneath the desk, within a few feet of the dead man's hand.
His fingers crossed for a portable case of medical supplies, he set it down on the desk and popped it open. Disappointment overwhelmed him.
Six metal canisters recessed in black foam with slots cut out to hold them, paperwork was set in a flap in the lid.
He swore.
…newly purchased superpowers…
He winced. He'd turned his head too fast, and the movement had almost made the song in his head worse, like the pain prompted by moving a broken limb.
As had been the case with the birdcage and the newspaper, Krouse's eye had caught on something. He'd always been a fast reader, was used to skimming through books, picking up the necessary words. As his glance had passed over the case, he'd read something in the text without even registering that he'd done it.
He reread the first line, underneath the header.
Congratulations on your newly purchased superpowers.
His eyes moved down to the vials.
He slammed the case shut and turned to leave. There was nothing here he could use for first aid, and certainly no doctors. He could only hope that Cody or Marissa had caught up with some of the people who they'd rescued from the three monsters. If there was any justice in the world, there would have been a doctor among them, and Cody or Marissa would have brought them to the house.
He ran. He had to get back, rendezvous with the others, and get to someone who knew him. If he didn't hurry, he was worried he would slip into another memory and fail to find his way out again.
The cold air burned in his lungs as he ran, the metal case swinging from his good hand, banging irregularly against his leg.

THE BEGINNING OF THE END. So, they didn't triggered, Krouse gave them their powers. To everyone, not just Noelle. Their powers are Cauldron powers. Something that I didn't expected. Krouse opened the Pandora Box, thus condemning his friends, but especially Noelle. He played Simurgh's song. Poor Krouse. Poor everyone else. I feel so bad for everyone involved in this Arc: Proto-Travelers, random citizens, Cases 53, heroes.

Except for Simurgh. I don't feel bad for her. Damn this bitch. She's so damn successful in everything she's doing. If its necessary for Dragon to become an unstoppable powerful AI just to be able to destroy Simurgh, I'll be ok 100% with this development, no matter how much I'm afraid of all powerful AIs.

Good night and sleep well, my friends.

blackarrow · Oct 1, 2018

AmbarGriss said:
But, of course, things only get interesting once she leaves.

Once she leaves, everyone is fucked in the worst ways possible. Including the apparently non-fucked people.

blackarrow · Oct 3, 2018

Hello, friends. I'm going to continue with this nightmare of an Arc.

I must confess: I have a special LOVE-HATE relationship with this Arc, more than I ever had with any other Arc.

What I love: the action, the suspense, how dangerous, smart, unpredictable and unbeatable Simurgh can be, Proto- Travelers in general, their personalities, their fascinating interactions, their stories, the drama, the beautiful but sad love story, the few Case 53 that appeared so far, the psychological horror general atmosphere.

What I HATE: MIND CONTROL, being the saddest Arc, MIND CONTROL, Proto-Travelers suffering, An alien space bitch who love to MIND CONTROL PEOPLE.

According to my opinion, this Arc is the saddest one so far, the saddest Interlude/Chapter being Carol Interlude, the saddest single scene being Brian in the Freezer Scene (God, I'll NEVER forgive Bonesaw for this shit, not even if she'll redeem herself

), and the saddest off screen scene was the Massacre of the Babies during Defiant/Dragon Interlude. As for mind control, I hate this power with a burning passion. I think most people hate this power, no matter what kind of control: mental/emotional/body or even simple manipulation, because....nobody wants to have their decisions and actions controlled by someone else, without them having little or no control for the matter. I swear, as much as I'm against becoming a cold-blooded murderer, if I were in Worm-verse under someone's control, once I'd be free from their control, I'd kill them in the most cold-blooded way possible. :rage:

Nobody should mess with anyone free will and walk away, like nothing happened. The only reason I tolerate Alec's power is because I hate Shadow Stalker and Shatterbird and I don't feel bad for them. This and he's useful to his team. I kind of want for this Arc to end because the subtle control Simurgh have over Pro-Travelers kind of bugs me and make me feel....not very good, let's say. But at the same time, I don't want to reach its end very soon because...because I'm a sadistic bitch with myself, I like to suffer.

Ok, back to the story. Last time we had 3 Case 53 and two of them were pretty interesting, but unfortunate Gwerrus had to die and Matryoshka ran away (possible) and maybe I'll get to see her again during the present of the events. Worm Gandalf appeared as well, uttering "You Shall Not Pass" to enemies and wrenching their shit. But not even he was so badass like Armsmaster who used TECHNOLOGY vs PARAHUMANS, winning each time by giving them FATALITY.

Let's see what this Chapter have in store for its victims Migration 17.5

"You made it," Cody said.

Krouse stopped in his tracks. They were more than a block away from the house, and Cody was standing with his back to a wall, in the middle of an intersection. None of the others were in sight.
He felt a moment's trepidation, saw the way the crowbar hung from Cody's fingers, tapping against the wall.
He couldn't help but read the situation as threatening, but tried to dismiss the thought. It could have been the Simurgh's influence, coloring his perceptions.
"Yeah," Krouse said. "I made it."
"You're hurt. Sorry if I don't shed any tears."
"Noelle's okay?"
Cody shrugged. "She's not any better. A little worse."
"Where's Marissa?"
"I took her back. She had a bad spell where she froze up."
"Did you find a doctor? Even a nurse?"
"Didn't manage to catch up to anyone to ask. I'm okay, by the way. Just in case you were wondering."
"I wasn't. You look okay."
"Sure, but who knows how I'm doing when you look past the surface? I could be a mental and emotional wreck, putting on a brave face."
"Cody," Krouse had to bite his tongue to keep from saying something he shouldn't. "I'm pretty badly hurt, here. If we have to talk about this stuff, can we at least do it while walking back?"
"Because the Simurgh's been replying old memories for me, and the irritating thing is they aren't my most painful memories."
Cody wasn't listening. Krouse walked past him, and Cody turned to follow, talking to him from behind. "Not the time my mom had my cat put down, when they definitely could have saved him. No, every time she brings some memory to the surface, it's you."

The worst thing about Master's powers is that my own father LOVES them. He's fascinated with any type of control and he told me that he'd want Alec's power as his dreamy superpower.

I don't know what to say, I'm shocked, he's either messing with me, knowing how much I'm against seeing people being Mastered (this is how my friend calls Masters' control over their victims so I guess I'm going to use the same word to describe their control in general, besides sounds weirdly cool

)- and my father is quite of a prankster. Or, he's telling the truth and maybe I'm in the same situation with Amelia- I have a villain of a father. I'm fucked, guys, there goes my dream of becoming a superhero. I love my father too much to become his foe.

Ok, for the second time, enough with my babblings and back to the story. Simurgh is clearly a Master (possible 10 since she doesn't Master them 100%, they still have their own free will, or this is what they're allowed to believe while they're doing her bidding in the meanwhile), she's also a Thinker 12, because she's planning things ahead using her Precog skills and the ability to influence the future, and she's a Tinker 10 or 12 (even if she copies what Tinkers are doing, she can be considered a Tinker in the same manner Dragon is considered to be a Tinker despite coping other Tinkers

). She have some of the most powerful Classifications. I think she's also a Shaker, because of her telekinesis. Leviathan and Behemoth are Brutes and Blasters, if I'm not wrong. No wonder why she's stronger that them, if not in terms of brute strength, but in terms of mental powers.
Cody is also affected by Simurgh's Session of Mastering (I'm starting to become obsessed with this word); he's an asshole, yes, he was an asshole even before Simurg's attack who left them homeless and...planetless, but he's also another victim of Simurgh. She manipulates him by replaying in his head bad memories involving his enemy, Krouse. I'm starting to feel bad for him, even if he's a jerk, he doesn't deserve to be MENTALLY TORTURED like this. He and Krouse, the stupid brave boy, are going to fight soon or later, right? And Krouse will end up killing Cody. A murder that will change him completely, turning him into the ruthless and always-capable -to-kill Trickster we know. Just like Simurgh is planning. Shit.

Krouse paused mid-step, then forced himself to keep walking.

"Isn't that a pisser? I get some lunatic alien bird thing speaking in my head, and all she wants to do is make me remember the times you irritated me. The little pranks you pulled, like getting to the clubroom early and fucking with my computer before a game."
"That was a practice game," Krouse said.
"Before a game. I'm there to improve myself, and because I can pull in something a little under minimum wage just by playing and streaming a video of my gameplay online, and because maybe I could get that fuckingsponsorship, so I could pay part of my way through college. The sort of stuff that , and you're sabotaging me."
"It was a practice game, Cody, and it was just a prank that took two minutes to fix," Krouse said. He slowed his pace to let Cody catch up some. He was starting to think maybe having the guy behind him with a weapon in hand wasn't the best idea.
"Two minutes I was late to the match, two minutes where I looked bad to the audience following online, and we all looked bad to another serious team."
"I'm sorry," Krouse said. He wasn't, really. It had generated more viewers, for him and Cody both. It had been publicity. He wasn't willing to argue the point; it was more important to get the situation settled down.
"But can we talk about this later? You know we're on edge-"
"Pisses me off that nobody else sees it. Pisses me off that you don't get that Isee it. The smug smiles when you get one over on me, the condescending look you gave me when you first walked into the club, holding Noelle's hand."
"Cody-"
"That's the shit the Simurgh keeps showing me. Any time I close my eyes, any time I stop for a freaking second, I get it rubbed in my face."
"She's doing it on purpose," Krouse said. "Either it's just automatically bringing up the issues that are closest to the surface, or she's doing it because she thinks reminding you of that stuff is going to do more damage in the long run than reminding you of your cat. You play into her hands if you let it get to you. You let her win."

You already let her win, Krouse. You're the one obsessed to save Noelle, not Cody, you're the one who found the Cauldron vials, not Cody, you'll be the one who'll convince everyone to drink the expensive superpowers, not Cody. Don't blame Cody for what you did, for what you're doing and for what you'll do, Krouse. You're the responsible one. Well, I don't blame you because you're Mastered by Simurgh and a blind puppet in her hands. You poor unfortunate brave idiot.

Nobody should be blamed but Simurgh for Pro-Travelers' situation and for Travelers' future. I noticed something: how much Travelers changed, becoming almost completely different people compared with how they're before getting their powers and having to fight for their lives.
Krouse was a good man, who tried to help his friends and even strangers, not just Noelle. Trickster stopped carrying for his friends and for anyone else, with the exception of Noelle.

Marrisa hated to be alone and she enjoyed her friends' company. Now, Sundancer feels more lonely than ever, despite still being with her friends.

Luke was quite a supportive friend, Ballistic doesn't give a shit about his friends anymore. Even worse, he was the one who abandoned his team for Undersiders.

Noelle was such a sweet girl with a lot of insecurities. Noe she's a monster with a thirst for vengeance against Undersiders and the rest of the world, I suppose.

Jess didn't changed, apparently. She still supports her friends and tries to be as nice as possible. She's also pessimistic as fuck.
I don't know if Oliver changed and if he changed, how much, since I still know next to nothing about him.

"Funny thing is," Cody said, "I'd rather see her win than see you come out the hero, here."

"She's making you think that way. That's not you, Cody."
"Maybe. Doesn't matter. I'm still going to help out, I'm not going to get revenge or anything," Cody said, offering Krouse a humorless smile, "Because even if I hate your guts, Krouse… Francis… I don't hate theirs."
"Okay," Krouse looked at the crowbar, wondered if he'd be able to defend himself with one good hand and the metal briefcase.
"She makes Marissa freak out, she has Oliver crying when he thinks nobody's looking, Jess has gone crazy paranoid, to the point that she's barely talking, if it isn't about looking after Noelle, and apparently Luke can't take his mind off the pain. But you're doing fine, isn't that funny?"
"I'm not fine."
"Oh? What's wrong?" Cody's voice was almost taunting.
If he doesn't hurt me, I might hurt him.
"Doesn't matter," Krouse said.
"So the mighty Krouse, who gets all the luck, who has everyone wrapped around his finger, who gets the girl and dodges all the consequences, he's not invincible after all. What's she doing to you?"
"None of your business."
"Isn't it? We need to know what's going on. You could turn homicidal any moment, for all I know."
"I'm not homicidal. It's just not stuff I'm willing to talk about with you."
"Suspicious, suspicious," Cody almost sounded like he was having fun.
Krouse quickened his pace. He didn't like the idea that the others were doing that poorly. He'd had three breaks from the screaming, with whatever power Myrddin had used to shunt him halfway into some other dimension, and the two flashbacks. Cody seemed functional, if vaguely unhinged, but he'd had the flashbacks as well.
Krouse tried the door, found it locked. He glanced at Cody, then knocked a few times, loud.
Oliver opened it. He looked like twenty four hours had passed and he hadn't slept a wink. Oliver's eyes were red, and he averted his gaze as he saw Krouse and Cody.
How's she getting to him? Oliver's biggest weakness would be his self confidence. Was she tearing him down like his mother would? Raising memories of past embarrassments, times people had laughed at him?
Was there a way to fix that? To support the guy?
Krouse settled for a quiet, "Thanks, man. We're going to get through this. It should be over soon."
Oliver nodded, but he didn't perk up.
Krouse ventured inside, heading straight for Noelle.
Marissa was sitting at the foot of the couch, head leaning back, asleep or trying to sleep. Luke had blankets piled on him, having barely moved since Krouse had left. Jess was in the other chair facing the couch, looking much as Oliver did.
"You're hurt," Jess said.
Marissa stirred. her eyes went wide as she looked at Krouse's hand. "We, um- first aid supplies. We have them."
"Okay," Krouse said. He knelt by Noelle's head, setting the metal briefcase down. He could see Cody out of the corner of his eye, leaning against doorway, watching him.
"You ran into people with powers. Villians?"
"I don't know if they were villains," Krouse said, absently, his attention on Noelle. Someone had cleaned up the blood, but she didn't look good. Blankets were piled over her to the point that she should have been overheating, but she was shivering. Eyes closed, she opened her mouth, as if to say something, but her mouth hung half-open, jaw jittering as though her teeth were chattering.
"They were going to kill people," Cody said. "They were going to kill you, last I saw."
"They were scared people in a strange place," Krouse said. "They're hearing the same song in their heads that we are, and they barely had any clue how our world works. I'm not saying they were right, doing what they did, but I almost understand it. Shit, I can't believe you couldn't find a doctor from the people we saved."

Now I understand what Myrddin did to Krouse when Krouse felt like he was a ghost. I didn't understand first time, not even after my second read, I was under the impression that he made Krouse invisible of unnoticeable, but he just trapped him for a short while into one of his pocket dimensions. I feel so stupid now when I realized what really happened. Yes, I agree with Krouse about Case 53. They're not villains, even if they killed non-powered civilians. They're scared people trapped in a scary place, Mastered by Simurgh just like everyone else. This is the reason why the Heroes were killing them. Because, while under Simurgh's control, they're more dangerous than anyone else- they're parahumans. Dragon killed Grandiouse because she didn't wanted a tained Hero to tain/kill other Heroes. Or civilians. Myrddin could have killed Krouse but he preferred to let him live. From a moralistic point of view, Myrddin did something noble.

From a pragmatic point of view, he committed a huge mistake.

"They didn't know how to find you, after they ran," Luke said. "They came here to rendezvous. Marissa wasn't doing well, so Cody went out alone to look for you."

Look for me? Krouse turned to look at Cody. You were waiting around.
"And I found him," Cody said.
"Yeah," Luke replied.
"You're a champ," Krouse said, offering Cody a level glare.
Cody only smiled a little. He stepped back out of the doorway as Marissa came through with more bandages.
"I don't know how to take care of this," she said. "Sprains, yeah, but not this."
"Clean it and wrap it," Krouse said. "Listen, I ran into some heroes. Couldn't talk to them, they wouldn't let me, but I heard them saying something about the fight being almost over. The Simurgh might try to pull something as a final measure, but the heroes were winning, and they were working out what to do after things were done."
"Really?" Marissa asked. She had put a folded towel on the coffee table, and was holding back on pouring the disinfectant on his hand.
Krouse nodded. "Maybe fifteen minutes, maybe half an hour. But it's almost over. We just need to hold out, stay calm. Make sure Noelle doesn't take a turn for the worse."
Marissa poured the disinfectant onto Krouse's injury, and he hissed at the pain, forced his hand down against the table with his good hand, so he wouldn't reflexively pull it away.
"What's this?" Cody asked. He advanced from behind, tapped his foot against the metal briefcase. "Medical supplies?"
"No," Krouse replied. "And you wouldn't believe me if I told you. Give it to Jess. She'll like it."
Cody picked it up and carried it to Jess. She sat the thing on her lap, gave Krouse a wary look, then popped it open.
He waited as Marissa put antiseptic cream on his wound, laid down some thick white bandage pads and started binding it all in place with a cloth wrap. For all her inexperience with the other stuff, she seemed to know what she was doing with the wrap.
Jess dropped the papers onto the vials without putting them in the separate flap they'd been in, then shut and latched the case. "Destroy it."
"What?" Cody said. "Wait, what is it?"
"Doesn't matter," Jess said. "Destroy it."
"What are you talking about, Jess?" Marissa asked.
Krouse double checked the bandage was in place, then stood.
He approached Jess, and she clutched the case to her chest. She was almost pleading, "Put it somewhere nobody will find it, or destroy it. Mix it with sand and pour it into a hole in the backyard or something."

I forgot something "gives Oliver a bear-hug". This poor soul is like the male version of Taylor or Amelia, the difference being that while Taylor is a badass self-hater and Amelia is another badass self-hater, Oliver is not such a badass self-hater. Not at all. Maybe he'll get his badass moments in the future as...Oliver (I'm sure that, despite Jess telling Taylor that they'll leave, I'm going to see Travelers again, given the fact that Noelle is free and they have nowhere to go, after all) but until then, he lacks personality, lacks mental and emotional strength, lacks ambition, he's as blank as a white paper. Its not his fault, of course, its his Megabitch's fault, the one who modeled him like this, and what Simurgh is doing to him is not good for him either.

Maybe she replays in his head his worst memories of her mother's abuse, with him being bullied, making him even more weak and impotent than he was.
I'm 1000% by Jess's side. They have to destroy the vials, this is the most logical thing someone would do. Fuck "powers in a bottle" especially given the present situation. They don't need powers, they don't need to make Simurgh's plans entirely successful. They're so much more better without superpowers. So much more better. Maybe Noelle could have been saved without the vials. Maybe...Too bad that they will not listen to their only voice of reason, Jess. Too bad that they can't change the inevitability.

"I thought you would be more interested in this than anyone," Krouse said.

"What is it?" Cody asked.
"Superpowers," Krouse said. "If I read it right, if I'm not losing it, then the contents of that suitcase tell you how to get superpowers. I found it with the stuff that got dumped here with the monsters."
Cody's eyes went wide. Marissa, Luke and Oliver reacted as well.
"You're not getting it," Jess said.
"What's not to get?" Krouse asked. "We're in a dangerous situation. Is this any different than taking a weapon when we go out there?"
"It's a whole lot different," Jess said. "It's permanent. If it works, it's going to change your life. And that's if it's not a trap. It could be poison, if it's coming from the same place and the same culture that those monsters did."
Was it his gut or was it paranoia that told him that she, again, was withholding information?
Krouse cleared his throat, explained, "I found it in the remains of some office or laboratory. They were selling this stuff, the papers you were just reading, from the one line I read, suggested this stuff was on store shelves or something. Why dress it up like that, with a fat pad of paperwork, an expensive suitcase and protective foam padding, only to fill it with poison?"
"I'm not saying it was poison-"
"You did," Krouse corrected.
"No, I mean. I'm just saying. There's any number of places this could go wrong. We shouldn't risk it. Not when we have other stuff to worry about."
Yeah, she's being evasive.
"They're superpowers?" Cody asked. He reached for the suitcase and Jess twisted her body to shield him from getting to it. "Seriously? How?"
"Six canisters," Krouse responded, but his eyes were on Jess.
"Is that six doses?" Luke asked.
"Krouse," Jess said. "Come on. You get this situation we're in. You know it isn't good. Don't you want to get back to normal?"
"Wait, it sounds like you're saying there's something more going on," Luke said. "You guys were whispering before. Is this-"
"Luke," Krouse cut him off. "Listen, you know me, right? Better than anyone else here."
"Pretty much," Luke said, but he glanced at Noelle.
"Better than anyone who's conscious," Krouse clarified, though he wasn't sure either way. "And you know Jess fairly well too. So can you trust us when I say that there's stuff going on, and we're acting in everyone's best interests if we're not sharing the full details?"
"I don't trust you," Cody said.
"This isn't some ploy?" Luke asked, ignoring Cody. "You know you've pulled stuff before, and yeah, this isn't the situation for it and normally you'd have more common sense than to try something when things are this screwed up, but if this singing in our heads is making us act funny, then…" He trailed off.
"It's not a ploy. If you don't trust me, at least trust the fact that I wouldn't pull something when Noelle's like this. Even with my head screwed up. There's bigger priorities."
Luke frowned. "Okay. I'm trusting you on this. Don't fuck us over."
Krouse nodded, expression solemn. He took a deep breath, then addressed the main issue. Jess.
"Jess, you're the one that's always followed the superhero scene," Krouse said. "You follow the lame ass superheroes and villains we've got running around, and the three or four who're maybe actually worth something. You've followed Earth Bet, all the stuff that goes on with the real heroes and villains. And you're saying no? Like I told Luke, that suitcase, it's not my top priority, not even my second or third priority. Cross my heart. But this is a pretty big deal."
"How is this not a priority?" Cody asked. "Powers."
"Shut up!" Krouse snapped, his voice hard, louder than he'd intended it.
Everyone fell silent. The only noises were the screaming in their heads, the distant noises of the ongoing fighting, and Noelle making faint noises as she stirred.
Krouse knelt beside her and brushed some hair away from her face. He turned around and sat so his back was against the couch, holding Noelle's hand. "Jess. Let's read the papers in the case. Figure out if it's real, a hoax, if we can even use the stuff. If we can't, maybe we can still sell it. We could use the money."
"You don't understand," she said.
"I don't understand, you're right. But I can't if you don't explain, and I don't get the feeling you're about to."
"If you take the papers, you'll decide you should do it."
"Maybe we should."
"We can't."
He sighed.
She went on, "And If I open the case to give you the papers, you'll snatch the stuff, and I can't exactly get up to wrestle it out of your hands if you do."
"We won't," Krouse said. "Just… take the papers out, hand them to us, you can hold on to the suitcase until we've decided."
"Unanimously?" Jess asked.
"I don't know about unanimous-" He saw her expression change. "We'll at least discuss it thoroughly."
She nodded. She opened the case to grab the papers and held them out. Krouse reached for them, but it was
Cody who snatched them from Jess' hand.
Krouse took a deep breath, exhaled. Stay calm. Cody's under the influence of the Simurgh.
"Six formulas," Cody said. "Each designed to give different sorts of powers. It doesn't say what powers, exactly. Really vague."
Marissa moved back to Krouse's side, joining him as he checked on Noelle. His heart skipped a beat at the realization that her teeth had stopped chattering. He had to put his hand in front of her mouth to make sure she was still breathing.
"This stuff's expensive. Seven digit expensive," Cody said.
Jess shook her head, "Second page said something about there being a whole battery of physical and psychological tests," Jess said. "Think about that. Why? Simple logic here, on why we shouldn't use it. They think there's a reason someone with psychological issues shouldn't take it, and we're in the Simurgh's area of influence. We're all a little neurotic right now."
"We can wait," Krouse said.
"Not that I'm on Jess' side," Luke said, "But you're contradicting yourself. You were saying we should use this stuff to protect ourselves, and now you're saying we should wait until everything's over with? Why do we need to protect ourselves after the Simurgh's gone?"
Krouse shook his head, glanced at Jess. She wasn't backing him up on this count.
Because even after the Simurgh is gone, we've still got to get home.
"I… guess I don't know," Krouse said, unable to think of a good response that didn't involve telling the whole truth.
"Shit," Cody said, his eyes going wide. "Jess, how far did you read?"
"First few pages."
"You read this part?" He folded the front few pages over the back and put the papers in Jess' hands, pointed.
Krouse looked at Noelle, squeezed her hand. She squeezed his back, weak.
"You awake?" he murmured.
Marissa leaned over, "She is?"
Noelle didn't respond. Krouse shook his head, "Thought I got a response there."
Marissa rubbed his shoulder.
"Guys," Cody said, excited.
Krouse could have hit Cody. That attitude, that excitement, when Noelle could be dying? Being so excited about fucking superpowers, when a friend was seriously hurt?
"Wait, look, give me that," he took the paper from Jess, "Listen. 'Client three should be informed about the impact of the product on his cerebral palsy, blah blah, legal stuff about liability, no promises, blah, blah, where was it? Right. Product potentially offers a mild to total recovery."
They stopped. More than one set of eyes turned towards Jess.
"I-I don't have cerebral palsy," she said.
"But cerebral palsy starts with the brain, right?" Cody asked. "That's the most complicated, delicate part of the body. If something's going to fix your brain, maybe it could fix other stuff. Let me read more, it's-"
"No," Jess said. "Even with that. Especially with that, I'm not going to take it. And I'm not going to let you guys take it either."
"Why?" Cody asked. "Why especially?"
"Because!"
"You're getting paranoid," Luke said. "It's the singing in your head that's making you think that way."
"It's not! I know. I've read about this stuff! About her! This is what she does!"
"What is?" Krouse asked.
"Why do you think they're so scared? Why do you think there's a fence with soldiers ready to shoot you? Do you even get why they're staying out of earshot?" She pointed at Krouse, "Why the heroes Krouse saw wouldn't listen to him?"
"They could use tear gas to manage that. Or soldiers and guns! Why couldn't they, with ninety percent or more of the the city evacuated?"
"Then why?" Krouse asked.
"Because this is what she does. This is why she's scary. Behemoth can turn people to cinders if they're within two hundred feet of him, Leviathan has sunk or leveled major landmasses. Killed millions in one day. But the Simurgh is the one that scares them all the most. You saw how she fought, the way she dodged and blocked stuff. She sees the future."

Jess is the BEST. Despite everything, she managed to keep her mind as clean as possible, maybe she's not so receptive at Simurgh's influence as everyone else, something that might explain why she was the only one who didn't changed. Or maybe she's just stronger than others. Yes, Jess, Behemoth and Leviathan are Brutes able to kill millions in a single day. But they don't attack often, so their next attack might be in a couple of years. But Simurgh can kill billions and billions of people by just changing the future for a couple of people considered important for her plans. Her attack can last for decades, not just for a single day, all thanks to her Butterfly Effect tricks. She's more scary than any other monster that humanity faced.

Now, I wonder why Cauldron- since they keep saying that they want to "save" the world - can't create a parahuman with the power to travel in time and make the necessary changes (without creating additional timelines) so Simurgh's plans will never become successful anymore. And maybe be also immune to her influence. They seem to have a certain control over the powers they create, after so many failed testes. They created someone like Eidolon, for God sake. How hard would be for them a create a human counterpart to Simurgh? An insanely powerful parahuman who can take Simurgh down using her own weapons against her.

Krouse nodded, "I kind of guessed that, but-"

"No," Jess cut him off. Her eyes were wide. "Listen to me! She showed up in this city in Switzerland. First time. Then after a while, she sings. Starts throwing buildings around, puts a nuclear power plant in critical condition, spreads winds contaminated with radioactive dust, kills some heroes, drives people to riot and panic with her song. Like, okay, that's Endbringer standard, right?"
Krouse stayed still, waiting. He could see Marissa and Oliver nodding.
"Six months later? A promising scientist commits suicide. Another person tries to blow up a TV station to get back at his girlfriend. Superhero assassinates a prime minister and the next guy to be in charge of that country starts a war. They were all there, when the Simurgh showed up. The superhero's friends said there was no sign, before his encounter with the Simurgh. He just went downhill, after. There was other stuff, stuff I don't remember. But it's all bad."
"I don't get it," Luke said.
"It keeps happening. Every time she shows up. Every time, people who've heard this song that's in our head? Things go wrong. They snap, they break, their lives fall apart, or they do something, and it makes something else happen, and there's a major disaster. That guy who was supposedly making a clean energy source that could power whole cities? His wife and kids got killed and he became a supervillain who made it a life goal to murder anyone who tries to better society with their powers. There were others. Over and over, every time she shows up. She never does quite as much damage as Leviathan or Behemoth, not right away, but stuff always happens later."
"So she… what? Makes people into murderers?"
"No," Jess said. "Not exactly. She doesn't change how you think. Not directly. It's more subliminal, like… like cause and effect. Every time she shows up, she picks a few people, turns them into guided missiles, so they make something horrible happen weeks, months or years after they ran into her."

I think that she DIRECTLY CHANGES how people think, Jess. I mean, when Sphere found his family dead and his work destroyed, he went batshit crazy with pain, frustration and misery and the way he was thinking about humanity was dramatically changed. His love and desire to help people changed into hate and desire to destroy them. His good heart turned as black as Simurgh's heart. He was such a nice dream of humanity to have a better life, a dream replaces by a nightmare that ended only with his permanent?? defeat. Yes, Jess, Simurgh can change the way of thinking for the people that she choose. Just look around you, your friends started to change. Slowly, but irreversible.

Krouse looked at the suitcase. "And you think this briefcase is that? A cause and effect thing?"

Jess offered a short, high laugh, humorless, "Isn't it? Isn't it awfully coincidental that we got in this situation, here, trapped within her range, with Krouse going out to find a doctor for Noelle and finding this instead? I know what you guys are thinking. This stuff, maybe it can let me walk again. If it works. Maybe we all get superpowers. But the Simurgh sees what's going to happen. Probably. And she's not on our side. However she does it, she's already rigged it all like some Rube Goldberg machine that starts and ends with a mindfuck."
Luke shook his head. "But you can't… if you think that way, then there's noaction we could take that she wouldn't have predicted and nudged so that it leads to the worst case scenario."
Jess laughed again, short. There were tears in the corners of her eyes, "If she picked us, and that case makes me think she did, then we're screwed. Period. Every time she shows up, people in her range become walking time bombs. We don't use the stuff in that case, we still wind up playing the roles she predicted we'd play, and horrible things happen. But if we do use the stuff in that case? It's the same, we're following the sequence of events she envisioned, only the horrible stuff is worse because everything we do from then on out is a few orders of magnitude more… I don't know. Superpowered."
"There's got to be something-" Luke said. He winced as he shifted position and moved his leg, "Something we can do."
Jess shook her head and said. "There's no way this works out for us, because she's already seen what's going to happen. That's why I didn't want to tell you."
Nobody responded. Krouse looked at the others, saw Marissa's eyes, wide, saw Oliver sitting with his arms hugging his knees. Luke's face was drawn.
Jess continued, "Those soldiers outside the fence? They knew it too. That'swhy they were scared of us, Oliver. They think we'll say or do something, and it'll give them some idea, put the right ducks in a row, and they end up dying in a car accident or murdering their wives. It isn't a quarantine against a disease or a virus or any of that. It's a quarantine against cause and effect. A quarantine to limit our ability to affect the outside world."
"It can't possibly work that way," Krouse said.
Jess shrugged. Bitterly, she said, "Maybe it doesn't. Maybe you have to listen to the song, so she can hack your heads and figure out how you'll act, and people are otherwise too complex for her to predict. The way we act, the fear and all the emotion, maybe it's just a side effect of that hacking. Or maybe all that's wrong, and she really is that powerful. But that's what she is. She's more fragile than the other two, doesn't last as long in a knock-down, drag-out fight. But the aftermath?"
Jess shifted the case from her lap, shoving it to the ground. "The aftermath is where she's worst."
Krouse stared at the metal case.
It took maybe a minute before Krouse could be sure it was happening, but the screaming began to fade. Two more minutes passed before it was gone in entirety.
Silence. Absolute silence, without any screaming in their heads, rumbles of destruction miles away, or ambient urban noise.
That silence was broken when Jess began to sob. None of the others joined her. Krouse suspected it was because they had yet to process it. Only Jess had had the chance to really think through all the ramifications, only she knew enough of the details and evidence to paint a more complete picture andbelieve it all.
Krouse felt damp in his own eyes, more for Jess than himself, odd as it was. Some of it was exhaustion, the sheer mental strain they'd been under. He would have stood, walked over to offer support, to reassure her, except how was he supposed to tell someone things would be okay when everything suggested they wouldn't?
But he wasn't the type of person who could do that anyways. He'd never had to, didn't know how. He was worried he'd fuck it up, and Jess was good people. She didn't deserve a fucked up attempt at reassurance.
No. He'd stick to what he knew. Krouse blinked the tears out of his eyes, cleared his throat, forced a shit-eating grin onto his face. "I don't see why everyone's getting so worked up. How bad could it be?"
Jess made a choking sound, some combination of a sob, a sputter, a hiccup and a laugh.
Krouse saw the incredulous stares, couldn't help but smile.
"Ass," Luke said, but he smiled too.
Cody turned, stomped off, kicked something hard as he passed through the front hall. Any miniscule lift in the mood faded in his wake.
The room descended into silence again. At least, Krouse noted, Jess isn't crying anymore.
Krouse was still holding Noelle's hand, his fingers interlaced with hers. He pulled her hand towards him and kissed the back of it. His eyes settled on the metal case.
Maybe it wasn't us, he thought. Maybe she picked a bunch of other people, and dragging us into this world was just something that happened. Maybe we'll get Noelle fixed up, we'll find our way home, and all of this winds up being some scary memory.
He huffed out a breath, a silent, derisive, one-note laugh. He'd managed to distract or trick Jess into feeling just a tiny bit better. But even telling myself something that ludicrous, I can't do it for myself.

Thanks God this Chapter ended because I'm crying for a while and I feel like I can't cry anymore.

Yes, I admit, I'm very easily impressed and I cry without even trying when I read/watch/hear about something really sad. This is how I'm, a big crybaby who tries hard to be a tough girl but is only lying herself. Just like Krouse is lying himself by refusing (or pretending to refuse) their merciless reality. Keep telling yourself pretty lies, Krouse. Maybe if you'll do that, you might start to believe them, despite being so obviously fake.

Aww, you poor babies. I know that I'm usually a positive person, taking the negative things and turning into something positive, but I'm not so naive to believe that Proto-Travelers will be victorious until the end of this Arc. Nope, the victory belongs to Simurgh. This is her Arc. Her glorious and distinctly victory. She's the Star of this Arc.
Or rather....Death Star.

Good night and sleep well, my friends.

AmbarGriss · Oct 3, 2018

And that's why I love the Simurgh, she is the encarnation of paranoia. You can't know if everything you do is part of her plans or what she have in storefor you.

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

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