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

"Yet, some of Skitter's actions are even harder to understand."

probably even to herself. As Tt noted, she's having a bad day.
 
"Yet, some of Skitter's actions are even harder to understand."

probably even to herself. As Tt noted, she's having a bad day.

So, I'm not the only one noticing that Skitter's actions didn't made any sense at all in this Chapter. Worse, she put her father in more danger than he was already by stirring up a hornets' nest. For a moment, I was afraid that people might not agree with me over Skitter but then I was like: ok, they might not agree with me, but I will still express my opinion about her because its my opinion and everyone is free to have their own opinions.
Btw, I wonder if Tagg have fans. He doesn't seem like a character attracting fans but, as I said before, opinions differ from a person to another :D.
 
So, I'm not the only one noticing that Skitter's actions didn't made any sense at all in this Chapter. Worse, she put her father in more danger than he was already by stirring up a hornets' nest. For a moment, I was afraid that people might not agree with me over Skitter but then I was like: ok, they might not agree with me, but I will still express my opinion about her because its my opinion and everyone is free to have their own opinions.
Btw, I wonder if Tagg have fans. He doesn't seem like a character attracting fans but, as I said before, opinions differ from a person to another :D.
You have no idea how much of agreement they are with you.
And Tagg?
Stupid, but not wrong, after all his personality is similar to that of skitter.
 
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So, I'm not the only one noticing that Skitter's actions didn't made any sense at all in this Chapter.

It's not actually all that out of character for Taylor though. She's always gotten ruthless and reckless when she feels cornered or pressured. She's in a similar headspace now to when she was fighting the S9. She's up against a seemingly insurmountable opponent that she doesn't know how to fight or beat, and she will (from her perspective) certainly lose to them if she plays fair. Besides, why should she? They broke the rules first! The S9 doesn't play by the rules, so why should she when she's fighting them? Tagg doesn't play by the rules, so why should she when she's fighting him? (Again, this is Taylor's argument, not mine). So she escalates, finds a new angle of attack, and lashes out at the bullies abusing their power to hurt her or people like her. This isn't new - it's just the first time the "bullies" haven't been completely irredeemable from our outside perspective. And once Taylor uses her "bullies and victims" rationalization to hurt people who we feel don't deserve it, it suddenly seems a lot uglier.
 
It's not actually all that out of character for Taylor though. She's always gotten ruthless and reckless when she feels cornered or pressured. She's in a similar headspace now to when she was fighting the S9. She's up against a seemingly insurmountable opponent that she doesn't know how to fight or beat, and she will (from her perspective) certainly lose to them if she plays fair. Besides, why should she? They broke the rules first! The S9 doesn't play by the rules, so why should she when she's fighting them? Tagg doesn't play by the rules, so why should she when she's fighting him? (Again, this is Taylor's argument, not mine). So she escalates, finds a new angle of attack, and lashes out at the bullies abusing their power to hurt her or people like her. This isn't new - it's just the first time the "bullies" haven't been completely irredeemable from our outside perspective. And once Taylor uses her "bullies and victims" rationalization to hurt people who we feel don't deserve it, it suddenly seems a lot uglier.
This.
 
You have no idea how much of agreement they are with you.
And Tagg?
Stupid, but not wrong, after all his personality is similar to that of skitter.

Yes, I noticed that Tagg and Skitter have similar personalities. They'll both go to great lengths to achieve what want, no matter the consequences. They don't know when to STOP as they'll sacrifice people who doesn't deserve to reach their purposes. Tagg knew that he'll put kids' lives in danger yet he continued with his operation to capture Taylor. Skitter knows that she'll put her father's life in danger, yet she continues to do what she feels that is necessary...for HER. While she loves and worries about her father, she still doesn't know how to stop and she proves how reckless and selfish she can be sometimes. I won't deny that I'm not like Skitter or Tagg when it comes to catching and punishing bad guys (lets image a virtual scenario where I'm a fighter against evil, ok?). I'm very pro-death penalty, pro-harsh punishments and I still thinks that heroes are going too soft with villains, especially really fucked up villains. But, unlike Skitter and Tagg (and this is the difference between me and them), I'll know when to stop (if there's the slightest risk that the lives of civilians or my family might be in danger), retreat and attack another time, when there will be an opportunity to catch/destroy the villains without any collateral damage. I know when to stop because, while I have the same objectives as Tagg and Skitter, the steps that I'd take to reach the objectives are very different. They don't care about collateral damages while collateral damages are exactly what will stop me from going too far.
Now I realized something: that I both love and hate Skitter. Its not like I like her less, its more like I love and hate her equally. I love her because she wants to do the right things (for her, for others), she helped/helps so many people and she's so damn merciless with "people" who doesn't deserve any mercy which is another plus, I hate her because she's so selfish sometimes, her methods are just plain wrong sometimes and she never seem to realize that she's getting deeper into the villainous life (and not the sympathetic kind of villainous life, but the ugly side of villainous life) and how wrong her choices can be/how much they can and will affect the lives of people she cares the most about (she doesn't want to listen to people like Brian and Lisa, who are trying their best to teach her what is good for her). I don't feel bad for her, because she's not a dumb teenager forced into this life by external factors, but I feel bad for the potential to be a better person that she's wasting without even realizing it :(.
But Tagg is still a stupid asshole and I can't feel anything for him except an intense dislike (on this moment, maybe later he'll become better).
 
It's not actually all that out of character for Taylor though. She's always gotten ruthless and reckless when she feels cornered or pressured. She's in a similar headspace now to when she was fighting the S9. She's up against a seemingly insurmountable opponent that she doesn't know how to fight or beat, and she will (from her perspective) certainly lose to them if she plays fair. Besides, why should she? They broke the rules first! The S9 doesn't play by the rules, so why should she when she's fighting them? Tagg doesn't play by the rules, so why should she when she's fighting him? (Again, this is Taylor's argument, not mine). So she escalates, finds a new angle of attack, and lashes out at the bullies abusing their power to hurt her or people like her. This isn't new - it's just the first time the "bullies" haven't been completely irredeemable from our outside perspective. And once Taylor uses her "bullies and victims" rationalization to hurt people who we feel don't deserve it, it suddenly seems a lot uglier.

I very much agreed with her when she fought ABB, nazis, S9, Coil because all these villains hurt/killed innocent people and Skitter just wanted to stop them. There were desperate fights for personal survival and for protecting the city. I agree with her if she'll fight Teeth and Fallen too, BUT...there are some differences. They're not so well known like the other villain groups and she barely have any idea about their powers/methods yet she still want to fight against both groups at the same time, now everyone know her identity and her father is exposed to villains' revenge (she could have, at least, send Danny away from the city and country, I don't know, somewhere on a tropical island where nobody will be able to find him. Money aren't a problem for her). So, there might be complications, also she provoked someone like Tagg (she didn't even punished him for the stunt he pulled, she just "scared" him. But this bastard will get even more pissed and dangerous, believing that Skitter declared him war. He was a military man, after all, some military men smells war everywhere), making the whole situation even worse. If I were in her shoes, I'd have send my father somewhere safe, let Tagg alone (but taking care to advice him to not attack another area populated by civilians again, otherwise he'll personally suffer the consequences), find as many information as I can about Teeth and Fallen, attack each one at different intervals of time (maybe weeks, months; depends if they don't become a danger for city in the meantime), take them by surprise, avoid hurting Fallen non-violent members and focus to take down the most violent ones. Zero risks for collateral damages and I'll be able to sleep well at night. Will Skitter be able to sleep well if her father will be hurt because of her rash decisions :(?
 
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If I were in her shoes, I'd have send my father somewhere safe, let Tagg alone (but taking care to advice him to not attack another area populated by civilians again, otherwise he'll personally suffer the consequences), find as many information as I can about Teeth and Fallen, attack each one at different intervals of time (maybe weeks, months; depends if they don't become a danger for city in the meantime), take them by surprise, avoid hurting Fallen non-violent members and focus to take down the most violent ones. Zero risks for collateral damages and I'll be able to sleep well at night.

Hmmm. I'll address this point by point.

I'd have send my father somewhere safe

How is she supposed to do this? Leaving aside the personal/social issues that make her not want to talk to father, how is she supposed to get him out of the city? The PRT knows who he is, so she can't just give him illegally acquired money without him getting arrested.

let Tagg alone (but taking care to advice him to not attack another area populated by civilians again, otherwise he'll personally suffer the consequences)

...what do you think Taylor was doing by visiting him in his office?

find as many information as I can about Teeth and Fallen, attack each one at different intervals of time (maybe weeks, months; depends if they don't become a danger for city in the meantime), take them by surprise, avoid hurting Fallen non-violent members and focus to take down the most violent ones.

I'm going to refrain from commenting on Taylor's plans for the Teeth and the Fallen until we know what her plan is, but based on her track record so far (and Tattletale's existence), I'm pretty sure she's got this one. However, the fact that they turned down a deal with Skitter due to (among other things) her trying to implement a "no killing" rule indicates that they're probably a danger to the city.

Zero risks for collateral damages

Honest philosophical question here - what if, hypothetically, the damages done by the Teeth and the Fallen in the time it would take to set up a zero-collateral takedown are worse than the collateral damage from taking them out now? What would be, in your opinion, the "right" choice to make there?
 
If you want to do something interesting, when you have the time and inclination, take some scenes like Skitter talking to Tagg, or even all the way back in the beginning when she is talking to Armsmaster, and just look at what Tagg/Armsy/other are saying and don't read Skitter's part. It's pretty interesting how it reads without her point of view.
 
Hmmm. I'll address this point by point.



How is she supposed to do this? Leaving aside the personal/social issues that make her not want to talk to father, how is she supposed to get him out of the city? The PRT knows who he is, so she can't just give him illegally acquired money without him getting arrested.


She should have done this before being exposed. She made a very big mistake keeping Danny in a city full with dangers and death at every step and not giving him any protection. I said before that she should have send her father away from Brockton Bay long time ago. This was one of the many mistakes she did. But its still not too late. She's smart, she have Tattletale by her side, she works with someone who can find solutions at every problem, Accord. She can find solutions to send her father away without PRT knowledge if she cares enough for him.

...what do you think Taylor was doing by visiting him in his office?

All she did was scare his wife (an innocent woman) and try to scare him. And hurt heroes without being necessary. She could have send him a message without having to hurt anyone. He'd have get the message. Probably. She acted violent and reckless and she only ended up making him more angry than compliant.


I'm going to refrain from commenting on Taylor's plans for the Teeth and the Fallen until we know what her plan is, but based on her track record so far (and Tattletale's existence), I'm pretty sure she's got this one. However, the fact that they turned down a deal with Skitter due to (among other things) her trying to implement a "no killing" rule indicates that they're probably a danger to the city.



Honest philosophical question here - what if, hypothetically, the damages done by the Teeth and the Fallen in the time it would take to set up a zero-collateral takedown are worse than the collateral damage from taking them out now? What would be, in your opinion, the "right" choice to make there?

I'll wait until they'll start to become dangerous enough then I'll try to take them down. Until then, I'll supervise them constantly, watch their every moves with my "little spies", separate the dangerous Fallen elements from non-dangerous elements (every cult have innocent members who were either tricked or brainwashed to become part of the cult so they must have their own innocents too), try to isolate the non-dangerous elements so they won't be hurt during my operation then ACT, once everything will be done. If they become too dangerous in the meantime, I'll hurry up my attack. But only then. Any method were innocent people aren't hurt is the right method.
 
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Imago 21.2
Hello, my favorite readers of this inter-dimensional liveblog. Back on Earth Bet, with more juicy stories for you about the Misadventures of the Warlady Skitter in Brockton Bay, the City of all the Ends :D. Last time, Skitter did an incredible stupid non-sense and now she and her teammates will have a very enraged "vigilante" Tagg up their ass, now more than ready to throw them to Birdcage or use their heads as target practice. Good fucking job, Skitter ;). We also know now what Trump means. The only Classification that was still a mystery...for me, at least. Now I know every single Classification and I want to prove how well I understand them. Using my own limited words :p.
Tinker (Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad Super-scientist)
Thinker (annoying- just sometimes- know-it-all)
Master (the puppeteer who manipulate someone's will)
Striker (the one who empower weapon with different abilities or use enhanced melee strikes)
Mover (Speedsters)
Snaker (basically Glory Girl or any other parahuman with aura/forcefield abilities)
Breaker (the one who turn into something completely alien from a human being. For example...A freaking weeping angel. Fuck you, Night and your creepy-ass power and equally creepy ass- civilian behavior :o)
Blaster (the one who BLAST the fuck out of their enemies)
Changer (shapeshifter but not as creepy as Night)
Stranger (BEST NINJAS IN THE GODDAMN WORLD :D)
Brute (meh, my least favorite Classification. Generic super-strength and durability)
Trump (we have a parahuman like this in our world. Currently you can find him at White House. Get new powers or nullify others' powers. NEAT. I want to see a Trump in action. Not the one from our world, cause I have seen him already, but one from Earth Bet ;))
I noticed something very interesting about Tinkers and I know that a lot of people noticed as well (or they already know) but I don't exactly care. I still want to say what I noticed about them. They can copy other parahumans's powers/technology. All of the Tinkers are able to do this, apparently. Bonesaw can copy Blasto's technology, giving her the capacity to clone S9. Dragon can copy different technologies, Bakuda copied Vista's power, even someone like Leet copied Kid Win's technology and Skitter's power. Wow, this is another thing that make Tinkers so damn awesome (except for Mannequin because he's the exception of everything. Fuck that guy). The possibilities are endless. Imagine the UNawesome Mannequin if he copied Skitter's power: endless swarms of bugs encased in hard shells :o. Awesome Dragon copying Bakuda: AI bombs. Awesome Defiant copying Bonesaw: an army of HUMAN WEAPONS. Awesome Bonesaw copying Nilbog's power....NO, NOPE, NOPE, NOPE, BETTER NO. NOT THIS COMBINATION. SHOULD BE FORBIDDEN BY ALL THE WRITTEN AND UNWRITTEN LAWS OF EARTH AND UNIVERSE :o:o:o.
Tinkers are so fucking amazing, man. You're just jealous on them because you don't have their awesomeness, Skitter :p Imago 21.2

Atlas started to falter. Compared to humans and other animals, bugs didn't quite have the same ability to push themselves past the breaking point. Most bugs were small, and their bodies were hyperefficient, condensed down to the essential elements. If a bug needed to be able to leap, to lunge or to fly, it maintained a certain capacity and it didn't generally go beyond that. It wasn't absolute, but I'd found it was a definite trend.
In brief, there wasn't really a hundred-and-ten-percent. When Atlas started demonstrating fatigue and difficulty in carrying me, I wasted no time in setting him down on the ground.
I ran my hand along the giant beetle's shell while Tattletale and Rachel caught up.
"Problem?" Tattletale asked.
"No," I said. "Yes. Can I catch a ride on a dog?"
"Yeah," Rachel said. She whistled, loud and sharp enough that I flinched, and swept her finger in my direction. One of her dogs took the cue and approached me.
"What's wrong with Atlas?" Tattletale asked.
"He's wearing out," I said. My voice sounded flat. "During the Echidna fight, I saw how quickly he was getting tired, and I chalked it up to the fact that he hadn't eaten properly while separated from me… but I've been realizing that it's more than that. I haven't figured out the perfect diet to give him absolutely everything he needs, and I'm only barely managing to maintain an equilibrium. Every time he gets hurt, every time he gets tired, there's general wear and tear I can't compensate for."
"I'm sorry," Tattletale said.
"That's the way things go, isn't it? Nothing works a hundred percent right."
"I suppose you're right," she said. "I have to wonder, when you named him, what was the idea behind calling him Atlas?"
"My mom raised me as a reader," I said. "He's a giant-sized Hercules beetle, and the only name-upgrade I could think of from Hercules was the titan Atlas."
"The titan who bears the weight of the world on his shoulders. Apropos."
I shrugged.
"And like his master, he's having trouble with his burden?"
"I'm really not in the mood for the Tattletale psychoanalysis." I climbed onto the dog's back. It wasn't one I knew well, and moved away from me as I climbed up its side, making the process more awkward. Rachel made sound that was almost a bark, almost an 'ah!', and the animal went still.
"Maybe it's not exactly what you want, but what if it can help?" Tattletale asked.
"My issues aren't ones that can be fixed with words," I said. "Unless you have any insights to offer about Tagg, a way to make this world suddenly make sense, or a way to make people stop being such assholes, such morons, then I'm not sure I want to hear it."

Aww, I feel so bad for Atlas :(. Its like he's slowly dying (and Amelia isn't around anymore to help him getting better). Man, he's my favorite pet in this world and I don't wanna my favorite pet gone because Skitter was so neglectful towards him. Please, Skitter, feed him, find a compromise solution, don't let him die like this. This break my heart, I never imagined myself to tear up for a FUCKING GIANT BEETLE. But look, I'm staying here, watching Atlas helplessly and tearing up for him :cry:.
You're not only neglectful towards your winged companion, but towards your friends and teammates too, Skitter. You seem to be so cold and distant with Grue, because you don't want to appear "weak" by acting like a normal girl in love. Grue doesn't deserve your shitty attitude, he deserves a girl who know how to be close to him and support him with whatever he needs and not being afraid that people will find her weak if she gives him a hug from time to time :D. He's not the romantic type, I know, but he still needs someone warm enough to make him feel good, not the Ice Queen herself. You ignore Tattletale's good advises and her willingness to communicate with you, understand you and help you. You ignore even people from your territory (I don't remember the last time when you had a talk with them, when you got involved in their activities or you're genuinely interested by their fate). You isolate yourself from other people who can help you and all you care is to prove what a scary and invulnerable Warlady you're. A Warlady who doesn't need friends, doesn't need compassion or help. "shakes her head, sighing" Skitter changed so much from the girl who tried her best to become friends with Undersiders and was horrified that two of them were murderers into the girl who reject any emotional support and friendship and torture/kill people (more or less motivated) in cold blood :(. Good, Wildbow, I like how good you're with characterization and how much a lot of characters evolve during these life changing events. You're a Tinker 9 with the specialty of "building" excellent stories and making them so real :p.

"No," I said, shaking my head. "Nothing he said-"
"But he got to you, even if you ignore everything he said."
"Armsmaster," I said. "Kaiser. Purity. Miss Militia. Piggot. Dragon… a bunch of others I can't even be bothered to think of. Why is it so hard to find someone who's willing to cooperate? To find someone that's on the same page as me? They keep making these calls I just can't understand, sometimes unfathomable, stupid calls, and things keep falling apart."
"They probably look at you and wonder why you can't fall in line with theirperception of the way things should go."
I shook my head. "It's not like that."
Tattletale didn't interject or argue.
I struggled to find the words. "…What I'm talking about, ideas like keeping the peace, keeping people safe, making sure that everyone's safe, it's… they're not complicated. This is basic stuff. If we can't get the fundamentals right, then how are we supposed to handle the more complicated stuff, like keeping this city running, or stopping war from breaking out?"
"If we could all handle the fundamental stuff, the larger issues wouldn't exist."
"No, he… there's no way it makes any sense, whether you're talking fundamentals or larger scale. He attacked a school to, how did he say it, to give me a bloody nose?"
"It's probably more complicated than that. You know as well as anyone that we put on a mask and play a role when dealing with our enemies. He was playing up a certain attitude because he knew it was the only way to get to you."
"Why did he have to 'get to me'?"
"You attacked him."
"I mean, why did it even have to get to that point? They weren't as aggressive with Kaiser and Purity, when unpowered members of Empire Eighty-Eight were dragging people from their homes. They didn't act on this scale when the ABB was dealing in hard drugs and ambushing people on the street to tell them that because of where their parents were born, that they had to be soldiers, prostitutes or pay money every month in tribute. They were doing that to middle schoolers."
"You took over a city."
"How is that worse? How does that even compare to those other guys?"
"It doesn't compare," Tattletale said. She hopped down from Bentley's back. She paced between Rachel and I, thumbs hooked into her belt. Rachel stared at me, her expression unreadable, her mask dangling around her neck by a strap. Tattletale continued, "Not really. But it means a world of difference to them. They have to care about appearances."
"Maintaining appearances is so important that they have to attack a school? Break the unwritten rules?"
"I could go on a whole spiel about the unwritten rules. But that's not important. For people like Tagg and Piggot, it's cape business, and they're not quite part of that. And yeah, appearances are worth putting kids at risk, for what they're facing. Things are just calming down here-"
Rachel snorted.
"-But they're only picking up for the PRT. They're running scared, hemorrhaging members. They're falling apart, and they're big enough in the grand scheme of things that we don't even know the repercussions if this keeps going on. Every team that fights the Endbringers relies on the Protectorate for information, for backup, equipment and even periodic training. But even beyond that, beyond the capes, there are hundreds of millions of people around the world who are watching the Protectorate, looking to them for reassurance. Our perspectives and feelings are barely a factor in the face of those hundreds of millions of watching eyes."
"Barely a factor."

Well, Skitter, people that you mentioned (except for Miss Militia, Dragon and Defiant) are big fucking idiots because of their hateful attitude towards various groups of people+ their attitude towards people who doesn't agree with their beliefs. Kaiser was a nazi, Purity is also a nazi, they're full of hate against anyone who isn't white or straight enough. They can't understand, nazis will never understand and will hardly cooperate with someone who doesn't share their viewpoints. Look at Hookwolf the Babies Killer, he considered the power over territories being above any cooperation to take down S9 (ironically, he became a slave killer for the same people that he wasn't very concerned to fight against :p). Piggot was also an angry anti-parahuman person who refused any collaboration or compromise with parahuman villains for two reasons: her personal anti-parahuman opinions and her unwillingness to cooperate with anyone she deemed to be a villain. Miss Militia, Defiant and Dragon only respect the rules that they didn't created, but they have to respect them, because heroes usually go after rules. Miss Militia was willing a couple of times to cooperate, so you're not right about her, Skitter.
Yes, I have to agree that Protectorate behave like an injured animal. I think I understand them. Not necessarily agree with them, but understand why they're doing this. They failed to stop some really dangerous and destructive villains like nazis and ABB, they lost so many members in such a sort time, mundane people started to lose their respect and trust in Protectorate so right now Protectorate is desperate to prove to the world (and themselves) that heroes are not dead yet, that they can still kick ass (at least one time on year :lol) and they're more than capable to catch a 16 years old villain and unmask her in front of the entire world, basically not giving a fuck about the rules that they're supposed to respect. Cause they're heroes :p. They believe that the world will start to trust and admire them again if they'll throw a kid in Birdcage or attack her in a school full with other kids. They're so fucking desperate.


Tattletale shrugged. "They put on a brave face, they put a tenacious fucker in office here, and they gear up to take a bite out of us. They don't want to win. Not completely, not all at once. They need us, because they don't have the capes to dedicate to protecting this territory, not even with the possibility that the portal becomes something big. They aim to take you out, destabilize us, and maybe then they hope to focus on the other bad guys. The Teeth, the Fallen, anyone else who shows up and doesn't play by the rules. They do something to assure the world that they're still relevant, and they keep the balance, all with a minimum of resources expended."
"And in doing that, they fuck with the rules, and they attack a high school."
"Are you really surprised that they broke the rules? We have, Piggot did, when she wanted to drop bombs on us while letting us act as decoys for bigger threats. The rules are only useful so long as they protect the status quo, and Brockton Bay bent the status quo over backwards and fucked it a long time ago."
"And the school?"
"Dinah," she said. "They had some basic, hard numbers saying that you wouldn't do something disastrous, and they have PR to clean up the mess afterwards.
I suspect there'll be something in the news early tomorrow. They'll say you were an undeniable threat, they'll twist things around, fudge the truth or outright lie, and they'll suppress anything that contradicts that line. After that, they'll have Tagg and the local heroes keep looking to take a bite out of us, do some damage they can put on camera, for the benefit of the hundreds of millions of watching eyes, and they'll keep at us until they do. He was being honest about that much."
I clenched my fist. I didn't want to think about Dinah.
"Sorry," she said. "But it's better you know this in advance, so it doesn't blindside you when the news-"
"Rachel," I interrupted Tattletale.
"What?" Rachel asked. Her eyes hadn't left me.
"Can I borrow this dog? I'll look after him."
"He needs to eat. Can you get him back to me by tomorrow morning?"
"I asked Tattletale to ship dog food to every headquarters, the same kinds you feed your dogs, just in case," I said. "Not tomorrow morning, but I'll make sure he eats."
Tattletale frowned, "Skitter, we need to talk about-"
"I got the gist of it," I said. "Did you ship the food?"
"Yes."
I looked to Rachel, "I'll walk him, make sure he has food and water."
"No need for a walk," Rachel said. "Boston terriers don't need more than one a day."
"Okay," I said.
"I'll come for him tomorrow afternoon," she said. As an afterthought, she said, "His name is Radley."
"Thank you," I said.
No questions, no pressure, no explanations. It was just Rachel, stepping outside of her comfort zone and trusting one of her dogs to someone. It helped more than everything Tattletale had said put together.
Not that that was saying much.
"Let's go, Radley."
Radley hesitated to obey. I half-expected Rachel to urge him forward, but she didn't say a thing, apparently content to let me take charge.
I was glad when he started running, glad on so many levels.

Skitter is doing the second thing she knows the best- after kicking enemies' ass- runs away from problems and people willing to help her. She runs away from her dad, from her boyfriend, from the few real friends she have, from her people, she knows only to run and to isolate herself from everyone :(. She hates even the idea of looking weak even for a second, and she's under the illusion that if if she'll ever accept someone's help, she'll show weakness and this thought alone is KILLING her worse than any enemy could do. She's her own worst enemy. I wonder where the hell she's going now. God, I hope that she'll not go where I have a bad feeling that she'll go. Meaning Dinah's house. She's furious on Dinah's betrayal, she doesn't understand or doesn't WANT to understand the reason behind why Dinah did what she did, and she probably wants to have a discussion with her. I'll agree with just a "discussion" if this is the case, but Skitter is pretty pissed right now and she might do something to Dinah that will make me seriously HATE her. I don't even want to accept the idea that Skitter is thinking at hurting Dinah, getting some kind of revenge. Dinah is someone who was already hurt too much, she must be still under a lot of trauma and pain, she's a KID and nobody should be allowed to hurt her again :(. Never ever. Skitter, want to see me REALLY PISSED on you? Try to touch a single hair from Dinah's head, then :anger:.
Rachel is becoming better and better, at the same time Skitter is becoming worse and worse. She's, surprising, a lot more social than she ever was during her tormented life. She's more friendly towards Skitter (as friendly as someone like Rachel can be), she trusts her with her most precious friends- dogs, she doesn't directly offer emotional support- like Tattletale is doing, but she shows a lot of support by quickly allowing Skitter to ride one of her dogs wherever Skitter wants to go :). I didn't liked Rachel at all some time ago (I always understand her and why she behaves like this, but I still never liked her) but right now, I can say that she's dear to me, she's like a bad dog that I tried to keep away from me but after a while she won me over, showing the good side behind her "bad dog" facade :D. Too bad for you, Alec, you're now the only Undersider that I don't like at all. You're all alone. I wonder if there's a very small possibility for Alec to change for better. He's a sociopath raised in a dysfunctional family ruled by the biggest sociopath of a father ever, don't know if he CAN change anymore, even if he wants. While I understand him, I don't like him and...YES...you can understand someone's behavior and motivations and still not like them a bit ;).


Moving felt good. It wasn't me running, my feet pounding on the ground, but feeling Radley's muscles shift beneath me, feeling the impacts of his feet on the ground, jolting through my body to the point that I had to clench my teeth to keep from biting my tongue, it was good.
I'd always liked the sensation of the wind in my hair. It was cleansing, soothing, if not relaxing. It was cool, when the air around me was warm and humid.
I shifted position, holding on with only one hand, and pulled off my mask with the other. The world was blurry, I didn't have the extra hand to don my glasses, but I could feel the wind in my face now. I shut my eyes, trusting to Radley and my swarm-sense to navigate the streets.
But where was I supposed to go?
I wanted to see Dinah, knew it was the last place I should go. I already knew the answers, already knew that the conclusion was a foregone one. Didn't want to think about it, just like I didn't want to think about those two pieces of paper she'd left in the car before we'd parted ways. I was actively trying not to think about them, as a matter of fact.
Dinah had left me two messages, and I had little doubt that she'd done it that way for a reason. To meet her now, it would go against that, it would put me in the heroes' sights, and it would crystallize things I didn't even want to think about into a single discussion.
My dad? No. There was nothing to say, no signal that would work. If he was even there, I wasn't sure I wanted to see the media around his place, or the Protectorate, the reminder that I hadn't just abandoned him, but that my very existence was inconveniencing him.
I steered Radley around a corner, hauling on one of the chains. I wasn't really strong enough to make him turn his head, but Rachel had trained him to respond to slight cues, and it seemed his personality was more cooperative than not. If he'd been stubborn, he could have chosen to run up until Bitch's power wore off. Not that I really minded.
"Good boy," I said.
What was I supposed to do? I didn't have any hobbies. For one and a half years, I'd just been trying to get by, managing with school, reading, surfing the web aimlessly. Once my powers had manifested, my hobby had been preparing for the idea that I'd go out as a superhero. I'd had only this and my day-to-day life as Taylor since then, and only one of those things had survived the day.
We ran with no destination, until Radley had foam flecking the corner of his mouth, and the meat of his back started shifting position in a way that suggested he was shrinking.
At my instruction, Radley slowed to a walk, then a complete stop. I slid off his back. Holding the chain, I led him in a walk. It served to help me work the kinks out of my arms and legs, and it let Radley cool down after the run, flesh sloughing away around him. Atlas followed, flying above us.
I wanted to see Brian, didn't want to continue our discussion from earlier.
I itched to deal with one of my enemies, to ride off to battle and do somethingabout the Teeth or the Fallen, but I didn't trust that I'd be focused enough to tackle the situation and fight at my best.
I couldn't imagine I'd be focused after a good night's sleep, either.
Radley couldn't walk any more, and I waited while the last of his body sloughed away, gathering up the chains. It made for a surprising amount of weight, especially when it was all coiled up into a single length.
One chain had a collar on it. I found Radley's real body in the fluid-filled sac that encased him, and punctured it to get my hands on him. I managed to attach the collar, and clipped one end of a chain to it. I gave Atlas some of the chain, and lifted the remainder over my head, shouldering the burden.
Without Atlas or Radley to carry me, I faced a long walk, even if I wasn't sure where I wanted to go.
Time to think, without any outside forces to interject.
Damn Tagg. I hated that my conversation with him was among the most recent, the one that I couldn't help but dwell on.
Where the hell had Radley and I even gone? What was even close by, here? Captain's hill? The woods? The upper end of Grue's territory? What would even motivate me to come this way?
I kept walking. Part of it was that I couldn't bring myself to go back to my territory, to answer the questions of my underlings. Another part of it was that I knew I'd wake up after a fitful night's sleep, and I would resume being Skitter. I would be Skitter with anyone and everyone I interacted with for a long time.
My confused thoughts crystallized into a realization when I found a short stone wall topped by an iron grille railing, sharp points spearing toward the sky, protecting the inhabitants of the property.
I scooped up Radley with one arm and scaled the wall.
The ground was soft, thick with bugs. The area was dense with trees, once young, now overgrown. The air was cooler here, thanks to the shade the trees had offered during the day and the wind that blew down from the surrounding hills.
I took a seat on the grass.
"Oh boy," I said, "Where do I even begin?"
Radley seemed to think I was talking to him. He approached and nudged me with his nose. I scratched behind his ears, gently. I'd altered the armor of my gloves, and they ended more in points. Radley seemed to like it, pushing against my fingertips, his eyes half-closing.
"I guess I should say I'm sorry it's been so long, mom," I said, still scratching Radley.

She wanted to go after Dinah but she changed her mind at the last moment and went to...her mother's grave. Oh...oh...ok, this is very sad :(. I want to hug Skitter right now, I feel terrible bad for her- she's so angry, so desperate, so hurt, so pissed on the world she perceives as being unfair with her that she considers her dead mother the only person left that she can talk with and not being afraid to show weakness in front of her or to be betrayed by her. Her dead mother is the only person whom she trust and want to "see" right before starting an all out war with the other villains and Protectorate. Good you changed your mind about Dinah, Skitter, she's just a child who want the best for you- her savior- and probably other people :). The whole image with Skitter scratching Radley while standing by her mother's grave is so beautiful, memorable, haunting, yet sad, and I don't have a single bad word to say about it. One of the most memorable scenes of this story, I'll never forget it :).
I wonder how Taylor's mom would have reacted if she'd have lived enough to see that her kid was revealed to be a villain.

The headstone, naturally, didn't respond. There were only the words:
Annette Rose Hebert
1969-2008
She taught something precious to each of us.
"It's… it's sort of humiliating, to think about everything in context. I get this knot in my chest, right up near my collarbone, when I think about getting into everything, about filling you in and catching you up on the past few months. It's almost harder than it'd be to explain to dad, and I never even managed to do that."
Silence lingered. We were remote enough that there weren't even the sounds of the city. Oblivion, as clean as it might be in Grue's darkness.
"I guess things have kind of turned upside down. That whole superhero thing I told you about, before? It… really didn't work out."
I laughed a little, a small sound, humorless.
Radley climbed into my lap and turned around until he was nestled in place.
"And it's like… if I even started to tell you everything that went on, all of the stuff that dad's probably finding out about? Stuff maybe worse than what I was saying to intimidate Dragon and Defiant, on the cell phone videos that made it to the news? I don't think I could manage it. It's- how did I even get to this point? I did horrible things, stuff that makes me feel three feet tall when I just imagine telling you or dad about it, and the stupid thing is I'm not sure what I would've done different if I had to do it all over again.
"So where do I begin? How do I even frame it all? Everything's flipped around. I'm not alone anymore. I have maybe a hundred and fifty people working for me, some people who trust me with their lives, others who owe me their lives. I've got Lisa and Brian. Rachel. There's Alec and Aisha too, but I'm not as close to them. We've, uh, we've been through a lot. Life and death stuff. On television, in the movies and in books, you sort of get the impression that you make it past the one big hurdle, and you're bound together by circumstance. It happened a lot in the books you read to me at night. Not so much in reality.
"Except getting through the crisis doesn't mean we're all together forever, without our issues. We're close. We're closer, in the aftermath of it all, but I'm not sure where Brian and I stand. Right now, when I'm maybe feeling lower than I have in forever, I don't even feel like I can talk to them."
My swarm detected someone traveling the grounds. I glanced over in that direction, saw the dim glow of a flashlight. It didn't turn my way, and in a minute, he was gone. A caretaker of the grounds. Groundskeeper? Whichever.
"This whole thing, I didn't really ask for any of it. I made myself into this… entity, just to get by. I'll probably have to keep doing it. I tried to avoid hurting people out of anger, but that sounds pretty feeble when I look at what I've done. A little while back, there was this guy who was dying. One of the Merchants. The man had taken a boy away from his sister and did some shitty stuff in general. Hurt people. I left him there to die, and part of the reason I did it was because I knew I needed to be harder, to reassure myself that I could kill another man when the time came. Which I did.
"I told myself I was doing that to save a little girl. I don't even know why I made it as big a deal as I did. Saving Dinah. Some of it might have been because I was trying to do what was right, and because I wasn't sure anyone else would be able to do anything about it. But the more I think on it, the more I think I was trying to make up for the bad stuff I'd already done."
There were a fresh set of flowers in the small, narrow vase at the base of the headstone. I picked it up and studied it. Had my dad paid a visit earlier in the evening?
"She turned on me, you know," I said. "The girl I saved. And I think I sort of know why she did it. I understand the rationale. I don't even blame her."
I fished the two little notes from my belt. I'd crumpled and flattened them out so many times they were little better than tissue paper. I hadn't wanted to read them, but I hadn't been able to throw them away, either.
"Shit," I muttered. "What gets me, more than anything, is the injustice of it all. There's no karmic retribution, no reward for good deeds or punishments for the bad. It's almost the opposite. It might explain why the Protectorate's in such rough shape.
"I do horrible things, kill a man, and I can't even bring myself to feel bad about it. I scared innocents, did property damage, attacked good heroes who were trying to protect the city and the shitty heroes who were doing the job for selfish reasons, and I get rewarded. Power, prestige, respect."
I straightened out the notes so they were each flat, being careful not to tear them.
"And I save a girl from the clutches of an evil, scheming crime lord, and this is my reward."
I held out the papers for the tombstone. Two squares of paper. Each had a number in the upper left corner, circled, to indicate the order the notes should be read in. Two words for the first note, two and a half for the second.
1. Cut ties.
2. I'm sorry.
"Let me tell you, mom. If there are two and a half words you don't want to hear from a person who can see the future, those words are 'I'm sorry'. It's terrifying. She gave me instructions, and I didn't follow them. I knew, I almost did it, several times over, but I didn't make the call. I didn't leave dad. So maybe that's why she forced my hand by going to the authorities and telling them to out me."
I took my time folding up the notes, tucking them into my belt.
"I guess this next bit must be important, if she was willing to do this to me after everything I did for her. Maybe it's for the greater good. Maybe it gives me the greatest chance at surviving what comes next."
I tensed as the groundskeeper with the flashlight appeared again. The flashlight turned my way, but he didn't seem to notice me.
"She says she's sorry, and it's like… I'm not mad at her. I don't blame her, because she's just one piece of a bigger picture, and she's a pawn in it all, just like me. It's everything that's fucked up, isn't it? The whole dynamic where wrongs get rewarded and right gets punished, some of the good guys turning out to be worse than the worst of the bad, the sheer lack of cooperation, when there's not just one apocalypse coming, but two. The Endbringers and this thing with Jack Slash."
I sighed.
"I've spent far too much time looking at these notes, wondering why she wrote them, interpreting them, and considering the worst case scenarios. I've thought about it until I started thinking in circles. I keep coming back to different facets of the same idea."
I could imagine her there. My mom, standing in front of me, a physical presence. All of her gentleness and warmth. Her silent, quiet disapproval. Her brilliance, which she couldn't share with me right now.

"after crying for a while over this extremely well-done emotional scene" Your mother was a wonderful human being- someone who didn't deserved such cruel fate, and now I'm convinced that she'd have accepted and loved Skitter just like she loved Taylor. Such a good woman and mother :).
Yes, Skitter, you're right when you admitted to your mother's grave that you did some terrible thing. No, killing Coil wasn't a terrible thing, quite the opposite, but scaring innocents, attacking good heroes, sacrificing heroes, YES, these are terrible things that you should feel bad for ;). I'm glad you admitted and showed some regrets but I'm afraid that you'll continue doing the same horrible things- if not worse, then feel sorry again then repeat and so on. If you'll surrender to heroes and become a hero, maybe this ugly path you're walking on will change or stop before getting uglier. Or maybe you'll continue doing stuff like this under the cover of being a hero. Who knows...Only Dinah knows and she even apologized- my dear child- for putting Skitter in such a complicated and ugly situation :). "Cut ties"- meaning that Skitter should cut ties with Undersiders, her father, her people and her past and embrace a whole different life, the life of a hero? "I'm sorry", she feels sorry for what she did but she had to do what she did, maybe only hero Skitter can save the world, not the villain Skitter. Dinah alone is doing a better job that Cauldron anyway. Dinah genuinely want to help without hurting innocents while Cauldron are assholes pretending to have morals while hurting innocents. Dinah is starting to become one of my favorite characters :D. In Skitter's place, I'd have listened her (but still find ways to keep contact with Undersiders/my people even as a hero. I'll never really abandon them. This is the only Dinah's current advice that I can never respect. Not because isn't correct, but because isn't right for me ;))

I felt a sort of relief. Being able to talk it out, it helped clarify my thoughts where I'd felt so lost, before. I was feeling more direction, now. I could see a goal, something to aim for. I didn't like it, but I'd known from the moment I read Dinah's notes that I wouldn't like the outcome.
"I've got to be heartless, I think," I said, and my voice was barely above a whisper. I was aware of the groundskeeper approaching, but I didn't move. "I know you and dad won't approve of this, but Dinah seems to think I have a bigger role to play in what comes next, and maybe I won't be in the right position, in the right place at the right time, if I don't do it."
Radley stirred, reacting to the noise of the groundskeeper's footsteps. I held his collar to keep him from attacking.
I moved Radley, stood and faced the groundskeeper. I could see the whites of his eyes in the gloom, even through the glare of the flashlight. He was older, round-faced, with a potbelly, his hair a bit too long.
His look was wary. The girl in a black body suit complete with gray body armor, in the company of a small dog, sitting by a grave.
"I'm sorry to intrude," I said. "I'll leave."
He peered at me, then glanced at my mom's headstone. "You're visiting?"
"My mother."
"Not causing any trouble?"
I shook my head.
"I won't begrudge you that, so long as you don't cause any trouble or leave any mess. You clean up after that dog."
I nodded again, silent. I didn't have bags, but I had bugs.
His expression softened a touch. "You need anything? I'll be making some tea before I get another walk in later tonight, but I could brew a spot of coffee if you think you'll be sitting out here for a bit."
I felt tears in the corners of my eyes. Odd, that they hadn't appeared earlier.
"Tea would be…" I struggled to find the word. I almost said lovely, but it sounded wrong. "Tea, please, if it's no trouble."
"I'll bring out a cup."
"And paper?" I blurted out the words.
"I only have printer paper, I think."
"That's fine."
"How many pages?"
I opened my mouth to say, but I had no idea.
Again, a gentle expression that I didn't deserve crossed his face. "I'll bring you a good amount. You bring the leftover back to my office when you return the teacup."
"Thank you," I told him.
It was a little while before he arrived with the tea, the paper and a pen. I didn't speak to my mother's headstone in the meantime, and even after the groundskeeper stopped by, I couldn't find anything to say.
I wrote; twelve pages, front and back. It wasn't a fast process. Two hours passed before the groundskeeper did another patrol of the grounds. I wasn't sure if it was his job or a thing he did because he had nothing else to do, but he finished up and retired in a little house a little ways up the hill, turning in for the night.
My hand was cramping and I had a stitch in my neck by the time I'd decided I was finished. Too many hours spent writing with the paper pressed against the armor on my leg, considering how to phrase things, knowing that there was no perfect way to say it.
I penned the final words:
I love you, dad. I'm sorry
-Taylor
I removed the flower from the vase, and laid it at the foot of the headstone. I rolled up the paper and slid it into the vase, then placed it upside-down so the rain wouldn't filter inside. My dad would be the only one to see it. If someone like the groundskeeper investigated, I didn't particularly mind.
I stood, stretching. Radley wagged his tail at me, excited to be moving again. He was a happy, easygoing little guy. Had Rachel sent him with me with his personality in mind?
I thought about saying something more to my mom, but the illusion had been shattered. I'd made a decision, and it wasn't one I'd been prepared to make when I'd left the PRT headquarters. Talking had helped to clarify my thoughts. I didn't feel as lost as I had, nor as frustrated. I'd been able to pen out an explanation for my dad. Not as long or as in-depth as he deserved, perhaps, but an explanation.
"Thanks for hearing me out," I said, acutely aware that she wasn't there, that she wasn't listening. "I'm going to be busy, so it'll probably be a while before I drop by again. Sorry."
I walked away with a lump in my throat, my head held high, and a direction in mind.

Thank you, kind groundskeeper, for being so nice and helpful towards Skitter :). Twelve pages letter for her father? Did she confessed everything she did, including the horrible stuff? How Danny will react if he'll know the whole thing? Not very good, I suppose. He's already devastated, bet that this letter will hurt him more once he'll read it :(. I don't think that writing the letter was a good idea, but since I don't know what she wrote, except for the final words, I'm making only assumptions here without nothing certain.
She's going to stop Fallen and Teeth (hopefully) forever then surrender to Protectorate? From her words, this is exactly what she'll do, no doubt about. Destroy the last really evil villains still living in Brockton Bay then...let the heroes do whatever they wants with her? Alright, let's see what will happen further if this is Skitter's final decision :D.
This Chapter was a pain for me. But a sweet pain.

Good night and sleep well, my friends.
 
If you want to do something interesting, when you have the time and inclination, take some scenes like Skitter talking to Tagg, or even all the way back in the beginning when she is talking to Armsmaster, and just look at what Tagg/Armsy/other are saying and don't read Skitter's part. It's pretty interesting how it reads without her point of view.

Ok, I've re-reread all the dialogues between Armsmaster/Skitter and Tagg/Skitter but I still don't understand what you're trying to tell me. You ask me to analyze how they personally see her actions (if I have to ignore her POV) or if there are similarities between how they see her actions? Because I can clearly see these similarities- both of them see her as an irresponsible thug, plus the old Armsmaster reminds me of Tagg, given his former personality and obsessions. I'd like to make this kind of analyze because analyzing characters/characters' interactions is more interesting than analyzing fights. For me, at least.
 
Ok, I've re-reread all the dialogues between Armsmaster/Skitter and Tagg/Skitter but I still don't understand what you're trying to tell me. You ask me to analyze how they personally see her actions (if I have to ignore her POV) or if there are similarities between how they see her actions? Because I can clearly see these similarities- both of them see her as an irresponsible thug, plus the old Armsmaster reminds me of Tagg, given his former personality and obsessions. I'd like to make this kind of analyze because analyzing characters/characters' interactions is more interesting than analyzing fights. For me, at least.

Some of this. Also, without Taylor's commentary, some or even a lot of what they say makes sense. It was interesting to me at least.
 
Some of this. Also, without Taylor's commentary, some or even a lot of what they say makes sense. It was interesting to me at least.

Ok, I'll try to make a short analyze between Armsmaster/Skitter dialogue before Bank Robbery and Tagg/Skitter dialogue, eliminating Skitter's words.

Armsmaster/Skitter dialogue before Bank Robbery (Only Armsmaster's words)

"You'd better have a good reason, or I'm dragging you to the PHQ and we'll see how well you tease when you're in front of the entire team."

"You're a stupid girl,"

"You're asking for my permission to carry out a major crime. At least, I assume it's a major crime, because you wouldn't be asking otherwise! You want me to stand by so you can play your little spy game with a team that has two murderers on it!"

"Do you think you're clever? In the real world, undercover cops have handlers. They have someone to report to, someone that can call in backup at any time. You? You're a middle schooler with delusions of grandeur."

"I know you believe you're right. That doesn't make it god's honest truth."

"Abandon this charade, little bug girl, before you bite off more than you can chew. Tell me what you know, right now, then go home. I don't care if you put your costume away for good or if you sign up for the Wards, but don't go on with the solo act. That's my recommendation."

"You gave me a dying man!" "That was on my shoulders! I had to put up with two days of losing command of my team, two days where they confiscated my Halberd and power armor! I was interrogated, all my equipment taken apart and checked! All because you couldn't resist using your bugs to give that man a fucking near-lethal dose of poisons!"

"If you contact me again, you'd better be prepared to answer every question I have. Beyond that, I'm not condoning anything about what you're trying to pull. You're on your own."

"You made your bed. You have to lie in it."


Tagg/Skitter dialogue (Only Tagg's words)

"You're the enemy."

"Has to be. The ones at the top handle the compromising. They assess where the boundaries need to be broken down, which threats are grave enough. My job is to get the criminals off the streets and out of the cities."

"Didn't know it was a school until the capes were already landing," "Had to choose, either we let you go, and you were keeping an eye out for trouble from then on, or we push the advantage."

"Dragon and Defiant both assured me you wouldn't risk the students."

"Barbaric," Director Tagg said.

"Seem to be doing a good job of it,"

"Game? Little girl, this is a war."

"And the world's worse off for it. You can't win forever," he said.

"All of this goes someplace. Do you really see yourself making it five more years without being killed or put in prison?"

"I have. Bad publicity fades with time. So do welts and scabs. Five or ten years from now, provided the world makes it that long, nobody will remember anything except the fact that we fought back. Good publicity will overwrite the bad, carefully chosen words and some favors called in with people in the media will help whitewash any of our mistakes. We're an institution."

"No. They didn't pick me to head this city's PRT division because I'm a winner, Ms. Taylor. They picked me because I'm a scrapper. I'm a survivor. I'm the type that's content to get the shit kicked out of me, so long as I give the other guy a bloody nose. I'm a stubborn motherfucker, I won't be intimidated, and I won't give up. The last few Directors in Brockton Bay met a bad end, but I'm here to stay."

"I know. You want to fight this system? I'll make sure it fights back."

"Not my style. I'm thinking more about pressure. I could pull your dad in for questioning every time you pull something, for example. Doesn't matter where, doesn't matter who it's directed at. You or your team do anything that gets an iota of attention, I drag the man into the building, and grill him for a few hours at a time."

"It's a war of attrition," "I'll find the cracks, I'll wear down and break each of you. If you're lucky, then five years from now they'll remember your names, speaking them in the same breath as they talk about the kid villains who were dumb enough to think they could keep a city for themselves."

"Not one," "I look at you, and I don't see a kid, I don't see a misunderstood hero, a girl, a daughter or any of that. You're a thug, Taylor Hebert."

Now: -both of them called Skitter a thug (more or less) and threatened her to arrest her (Armsmaster), take her father for interrogation (Tagg) to make her surrender.
-both of them reminded her that she's nothing but a villain doing bad things with illusion of grandeur and she have no excuse for continuing to live like this/act like this.
-Armsmaster saw Skitter as a stupid little girl but Tagg sees her more as a thug than a little girl.
-Both of them tried to manipulate her and play with her, unsuccessfully.
-But Armsmaster tried to give her a chance, to betray the Undersiders and become the hero she always wanted to be. Unlike Armsmaster, Tagg doesn't give her any similar chance, all he can offer her is his promise to arrest her and send her straight to Birdcage (maybe because its too late for Skitter to receive a second chance OR Tagg doesn't believe in second chances).
-Both Armsmaster and Tagg were pretty selfish people (Tagg IS still a selfish person) who cared more about their personal success and name than anything else. They despise villains, yes, and they're right for wanting to stop bad guys, but they also were obsessed with their personal success more than with safety of civilians (Taggs is worse than Armsmaster was, because while Armsmaster sacrificed villains and regretted most of his actions afterwards , Tagg almost sacrificed KIDS' lives and he doesn't give a shit about how wrong and risky his decision was).

Conclusions: they're both similar in many ways: military type men, warriors at heart, obsessed with the idea of justice, vigilantism and personal success, manipulative but they're also pretty different in other ways: Armsmaster cared for other people besides himself too, even if not that much (note: I'm talking here about Armsmaster, not the actual Defiant, who's a much more better person than his former self), Tagg gives zero shit about anyone who isn't himself and his family. Armsmaster was smart and a good tactician, Tagg doesn't seem to have a lot of smartness. Armsmaster wanted to cooperate with Skitter, but she rejected his propositions, for Tagg there's a single policy: No negotiation with terrorists thugs. Armsmaster acted like a bad person with a still heroic heart, Tagg acts like an asshole person with the heart of an asshole.
Few paragraphs with Tagg and I dislike him more than I disliked Armsmaster. And I disliked Armsmaster a lot :D.

 
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Hello, my friends. Last time...there was one of the best and most memorable scenes ever. Skitter "talking" with her deceased mother and writing letters for her dad. Saying goodbye to both of her parents, living and dead. Because she'll probably surrender to heroes (and to Tagg, unfortunately :() but not before she'll DESTROY Teeth and Fallen's teeth, asses, eyes and dicks, not necessary in this order ;). Lets see her taking down these disgusting and insufferable villains. Can't wait for the...BLOODBATH :D.
Speaking about Teeth....Imagine an attempt of collaboration between my dear sweet crazy man Accord and Merchants, if they'd have survived to S9. Imagine THIS. Merchants were exactly everything that Accord is against: miserable, messy, drugs, profanity, sex, disorder. I can see the things going like this between them:
Squealer: "breathes"- next second, she falls through Accord's floor into an almost endless pit located right in the center of Earth.
Mush: "exists"- next second, is decapitated by a bunch of pendulums falling from the ceiling.
Trainwreck: "stares in shock"- killed by one hundred venomous snakes all coming out from Accord's sleeves.
Skidmark: "blinks" You fucker....sliced in half by Accord's sword cane.
Yep, they wouldn't get along so well :D.
If Skitter & co will fight against Teeth and Fallen, there's a little chance to see Ambassadors in action and Accord ruling the battlefield behind the curtain? Because I already miss this crazy little guy, I'd read an entire Arc from his POV (this is how much I like him :D). But only one Arc because it will get tiresome to read too much about someone who can't stop imagining killing everywhere in the most creative but awful ways possible. Its ok for a while, but after a while...its getting disturbing and not ok anymore. Accord is a cool villain without trying too hard to be cool, but he's also unstable and untrusty as fuck. Funny how he's so unstable himself despite liking order more than anything :).
Ok, back to my job...telling stories about parahumans and humans living on Earth Bet. Hope this time nobody will break my bones and stab me, especially if I'll be in the middle of some ruthless fights. Guys, I'm just a liveblogger, not a warrior, neither a parahuman. Let me tell my story. Hope they'll understand :) Imago 21.3

Regent's base was in the midst of renovations. The exterior was tame, unassuming, but the interior was becoming something else entirely. The floor and walls were being covered in stone tile, suits of armor stood on either side of the doorway, and I could see ornate chandeliers at one side of the room, each individual segment separated from the others by extensive bubble wrap.
There was a dais at the far end of the room, almost a stage, with a throne laying on its side on top. Four people were working in the room. Workers Tattletale had hired, who would get enough steady employment and money to reward their silence. Two were working on the walls, one worked on the floor, and the fourth was preparing the dais so the throne could be bolted into place.
"Found it," Regent said. He raised his scepter, tossed it into the air and let it spin twice before catching the handle.
I winced. "Careful. You really don't want to catch the wrong end and electrocute yourself."
He only chuckled.
"It's daylight. It's fucked up that we're doing this in the middle of the day," Imp groused, as we ventured outside. Atlas was waiting, and started half-crawling, half-flying alongside us.
"What does it matter to you?" I asked her. "It's not like it makes any difference with your power."
"It's the principle of it," Regent said. He was walking briskly to keep up with Imp, Atlas, and me. Despite everything we'd been through, he wasn't one to exercise or take care of his body, and he huffed just a little to keep his breath. "This is the sort of maneuver you pull in the dead of night."
I shook my head. "Circumstances are ideal right now. You don't handicap yourself by trying to conform to any preconceived notions. Keep a goal in mind, look at everything through the lens of that goal, and look for paths to get what you want. If they're prepared for you, you strike from an unexpected direction. If everyone else is expecting a maneuver from an oblique angle, you take a direct route."
"See, that sounds like a whole lot of work," Regent said, "Constantly thinking about that stuff. When do you sit back and chill out?"
"Either you make that kind of thinking a part of yourself, you lose a little sleep to achieve that 'me' time, or you don't get to relax," I said.
"Doesn't sound fun at all," Regent said.
"If it was easy to take over a city, more people would have managed it," I said. "This is work. There's always more to be done, whether you're dealing with your enemies, dealing with your subordinates or coordinating with your allies. If you find you have free time, you're probably fucking up."
"Or!" he said, raising a finger, "I could delegate."
"That's a recipe for failure," I told him.
"My dad managed it."
Heartbreaker, I thought. I was put in mind of the images of Heartbreaker that had made the web. The villain, by virtue of his personal, extensive harem, had a whole cadre of women virtually climbing over each other for the chance to fawn over him and worship him. The pictures were a consequence of that, released by his 'girls', as Regent had termed them. Each picture depicted a man in his thirties or forties, depending on the time the picture in question had been taken. He had black hair, the scruff of a beard, and was invariably seen sitting or reclining on couches and beds, often shirtless, with women at the periphery of the image. He oozed confidence and raw sexuality, languid, more lanky than athletic.
I could envision Regent in a very similar picture. Years older, grown to his full height and proportions, surrounded not by women, but by the people he had claimed as his tools. Capes he controlled with his power. Acceptable targets perhaps, people who would be destined for the Birdcage or long sentences in prison, but still people. A different underlying theme than sexuality: Regent would be sitting casually on his throne, pampered in a very different way than I'd seen with his father, having been fed, washed and dressed by a half-dozen pairs of hands working in unison. Regent controlled people so absolutely that he would essentially be pampering himself; it was a charade. Almost the inverse of his father, in some ways, but still narcissistic at its core.

Exactly like his personality and power: Regent's base is a simple building on the outside, but becomes a freaking castle on the inside. Regent seems like a nice, almost innocent guy on the outside, but he's a sociopath without too many emotions on the inside. His official power seems a little lame (make people lose control over their movements for a short while). But his TRUE power, the one that he keeps a secret from his enemies, is a NIGHTMARE for anyone who doesn't want to receive a fate worse than death. With Regent, appearances are more deceptive than ever ;).
Well, why the hell all the biggest fuckers are shirtless in the story? Jack, Heartbreaker...looks like every single dangerous and fucked in his head beyond belief male in this story either doesn't have a shirt or doesn't know how to close his shirt's buttons. Well, Weld is shirtless and he's my pure-hearted boyfriend, but he have his reasons for not wearing a shirt. Ok, enough with evil shirtless men debate, I have to agree with Skitter that Regent might become a second Heartbreaker in the future. Or maybe not. He have some things in common with his "daddy dearest" but he's also different in his own way. He's not a better person, he's just...someone who doesn't really want to become his father and who struggles to be himself and not the person he hates the most, but he can't leave the past and cruel inheritage behind either. He's a rapist, he tortures and kills people. He didn't raped anyone while being an Undersiders, thankfully, and he didn't tortured a single innocent person from what I saw so far, but....He's still a rapist (I have a huge aversion towards rape because I've meet some rape victims and I consider this crime to be one of the worst crimes ever- a crime who can broke someone completely :(), he's still a criminal and..."sighs" Ok, maybe he'll not be like his father, maybe he deserves one single change to prove that I was wrong doubting and disliking him so much. Fine. Regent is the second fucker who deserve a second chance, after Bonesaw. I give Bonesaw 30% chance to prove herself (and only because she's a CHILD and my special affinity with children extend to evil children as well) and 50% chances for Regent to become a better man than his father. I don't give a second chance easily at all (almost never) but I'll make some exceptions with Bonesaw and Regent. Lets see how wrong I will be.

The idea bothered me more than I wanted to admit, and it bothered me in a way I couldn't put my finger on. Did I not want him to become that? I did. I wanted him to be powerful, and that was what he'd naturally become, given his personality and powers. I wanted him to customize his lair like he was, because he'd inevitably have people he was controlling in there, and it would be worth a thousand times the amount it cost if it helped him convey a certain image.
Maybe part of it was the ease with which I could put Imp in that imaginary crowd of people who were waiting on him hand and foot.
I'd have to talk to Grue about that.
"You've gone quiet," Regent said.
"Oh!" Imp closed the distance between us, wrapping both of her arms around one of mine, "Did he win the argument? Tell me he won the argument."
"We're discussing, not debating," I said.
"People say that sort of thing when they're losing," she said.
I ignored her. "I was just wondering, Regent… do you really want to follow in your dad's footsteps?"
He didn't respond right away. He looked away from Imp and I both, as if he were idly observing the scenery.
"You're a little bit of an asshole, aren't you?" Regent asked.
"Only when I have to be," I said, mildly surprised at the reaction.
"Fuck it," Imp said, letting go of my arm. "Us two lesser members of the group need a little victory here and there. Need to win arguments, get more rep."
"That's why we're here," I said. "If everything goes well, today should serveseveral purposes, and one of those was that I wanted to see how you two are operating."
"Great," Regent commented, giving Imp a look. "Mom's watching over us, making sure we're doing it right."
"For any of our enemies with the sense to realize it, you two are the scariest members of the Undersiders," I said. "Let's focus on using that."
"I'm already using it," Imp said.
"Probably," I replied.
"You mean this is about me," Regent said. "You ask us both to come along to tutor us in how to freak people out, but Imp doesn't need any help, so this hasto be about me."
I suppressed a sigh. These two. "Not only you. Imp was doing a terrific job of terrorizing troublemakers in the territory she shared with Grue. She graduated to owning her own territory, and the fact that she's there has been keeping Valefor and Eligos at bay. That's good. But it can't hurt to get an objective opinion and find out how to do it better. I do that, with Grue and Tattletale's feedback."
"I'm versatile," Regent said. "Give me credit."
"I'm not saying you aren't, I'm saying we can always stand to improve," I replied.
Regent tossed his scepter into the air and caught it. It bugged me, the idea that he might accidentally taze himself and collapse, with some bystander catching the thing on video. He knew it bugged me, and it was undoubtedly a very deliberate way to get on my case. I ignored it.
I thought about what Imp had done in Grue's territory; Grue had filled me in on the basics and I'd heard more from people who'd been in that area. As standalone individuals, none of the members of our team had fully matured. We were finding our way, figuring out the roles we wanted and needed to take, adjusting our images.
Who would Imp be, a couple of years down the line? It was maybe bizarre to think about the future, with the way Tattletale had outlined the possible ends of the world, but it was defeatist to let things slide because things might end prematurely. I'd seen Imp change from someone on the periphery of the group, struggling to find a position, to a lesser terror. She'd cut down superpowered clones with ease, and she was fearless and reckless in a way that could only ease her journey down a bloodier path.
Would Imp become an assassin? At age eighteen or twenty, would she be an unholy terror, coldly and remorselessly executing enemies who couldn't even be aware enough to guard against her? If Tattletale erased all records of Imp, if we employed measures to restrict people from tracking her on video cameras and the like, what might Imp become?

Now I want more than ever to read an entire Arc about Heartbreaker's Family. I want to see if all his children are as bad as Cherish or as emotionless as Regent. Maybe, there are still some good Vasil children/teenagers around, despite them growing up in such a horrible family. Maybe not all them are insane killers, rapists, psychos 9or if they're psychos, they're at least PLEASANT psychos, etc, etc. Maybe I'll like some Vasil kids if they're ok enough. Maybe...it's Maybelline (sorry, I couldn't help myself but it was so damn fitting :D). I demand an Arc with Vasil family and another one with Fallen. The most fucked up and interesting families in this setting (I see Fallen as a big, utterly fucked up, inbreed family)
The scariest members of Undersiders? Are you sure, Skitter "Using Fear Just Like Bakuda Did Almost Killing A Hero Shooting a Man In His Head Without Hesitation Keeping Protectorate Under Bugs' Terror Almost Every Single Day"? Are you really, REALLY sure they're the scariest members? Ok, well...I don't share your opinion because I'm not so sure they're scary enough in comparison with YOU ;).
Not even Imp, the probably future silent ninja killer or BETTER SAID, Worm version of Arya Stark (well, if Imp will become as GREAT as Arya Stark, then she's one of the most perfect characters God Wildbow put on Earth Bet. Because Arya Stark is one of the best characters in Game of Thrones :D- my opinion, don't start throwing rotten eggs at me, please). What if she'll become an assassin, Skitter? If she doesn't touch an innocent and focus only on other bad guys who deserve to have an poltergeist slashing their throats , then she'll be fine. More fine than you believe, Skitter. Better start worried about yourself and your own actions, my always stressed bug girl ;).

Both Regent as a successor to Heartbreaker and Imp as a murderer with a body count were possible. Even likely.
I wasn't entirely sure what to do about that. With Imp, maybe I could have words with Grue, but Regent…
I was still thinking on the subject of Regent, searching for an angle I could use to convince him, when I was distracted. My swarm noted a number of soft movements, like a flurry of leaves in the wind.
Autumn was months away, there weren't many trees around, and there wasn't wind.
"Found them," I said.
"Which?" Regent asked.
"Haven. The Fallen will be nearby. We've got Rosary in a combat mode, and Halo's not in the air, as far as I can see, so they're obviously geared up for a fight. In your territory," I said, eyeing Regent.
"I could've done something if Tattletale called me first."
I drew myself against a building, increasing the number of bugs I was using to scout for trouble. "What would you have done?"
"Waited until they were done fighting each other, go after the stragglers."
"There's a lot of flaws with that idea," I said.
He shrugged. "I'm flexible. I could figure something out."
The more I thought on it, the less sure I was that there was any way it'd really work. It was an easy way out.
I had a growing suspicion that Regent was interested in being in charge for more for the sake of being in charge than anything else. It made his position tenuous because he wasn't doing much to hold it. If this was his modus operandi, then he risked being seen as more of a hyena that preyed on the weak than someone powerful.
"So… if Haven won, they'd arrest Valefor or Eligos, cart the pair off to jail and then leave. What would you do?"
"Don't know. Would have to see the situation for myself."
"Or if Valefor won, what would you even do? The members of Haven would be too dangerous to get near."
"Again, I don't know," he said. He glanced at Imp. "Today's going to be a fun day."
I frowned.
Rosary wasn't close, but her presence was unmistakable. Bugs I'd settled on a car were scattered into the air, carried aloft on paper-thin slices of stainless steel and glass. I had them take flight, returning in the general direction of the car, measured the progress of her power as more of the debris filled the air, surrounding her. I knew of her from some internet browsing and a few videos, but this was concrete information. They were details I could use in the event that I had to fight her.
Three or four seconds in all, for her power to erase the car, scattering it into the air as a storm of incredibly light, thin flakes of matter. Those same flakes flew around her like a tornado.
She raised one hand, covered in a fingerless glove with hard, metallic feathers or scales at the edges. The storm of petals altered in direction and intensity, the flakes flying forward. A small few of my bugs died where the flakes struck them at the right angle and speed. A storm of tiny, fragile blades. A lot of the petals were actually bouncing off of my wasps, bumblebees and cockroaches, leaving me suspicious that it would take a good while to kill someone with her power.
Up until the point where the petals converged together, reforming into a car tire, ten feet in the air. A man hurried to leap out of the way before it struck him. I realized it was Eligos. He wasn't wearing the Endbringer costume. Something similar, but without the same theme. He hurried out of the way as more tires appeared above him.

I'd have helped Haven to destroy Valefor if I were in our Undersiders' place. But the problem is that Haven wants to arrest this incestuous man-bitch and Skitter wants to give him a lesson that he'll never forget. Haven will try to stop Skitter from giving Valefor what he deserves, because they're heroic religious people who can't hurt not even their worst enemies+ they respect the rules :). So, Skitter and the most "dangerous" Undersiders would mess with both groups if they want to make Valefor screams after his mommy Simurgh for the rest of his days. Make Haven to lost hard and take care of villains themselves. Sounds like a good plan.
I was right about Rosary and halo being Haven's members. But not about Rosary's power. She have a very pretty power. Apparently she can lift a car (probably any other non-living thing) in the air and dissolve it with petals then reforms parts of it with the same petals elsewhere, preferable above Eligos' head. NEAT. Apparently, she isn't so peaceful as I believed her- as a Haven member- to be. She didn't hesitate try to bury Eligos' under car tires :D. Talking about the old christians turning their other cheek when they're slapped. Well, Haven are not exactly the same christians. They're BADASS CHRISTIANS. I like these guys ;).

"We're going on the offensive," I said. "We don't come out looking like the top dogs if either of the two groups win."
"We sucker punch them," Regent said.
"Better to forewarn them just enough that it doesn't feel like a sucker punch," I told him.
"Don't you get it?" Imp said. She feigned a condescending tone, "It doesn't count if we don't do it the hardest way possible."
"It won't be that hard," I told them. I closed my eyes. "Let's focus. Rosary. Deconstruction and reconstitution of matter, minor telekinesis with the fragments she creates. Apparently she can take things apart and then reform them so they fall on you."
"Not a problem," Imp said.
"Eligos manipulates wind, creates blades of telekinetically altered air that grow as they travel and boomerang back to him."
"You'd be better at handling him," Regent said.
"His wind will probably mess with my bugs. We take him together. One-two punch."
"Right."
"Halo packs a special ring. Kind of like Sundancer, but the thing doesn't burn. It's a hoop with a cutting edge, and it acts as a forcefield generator and spits out lasers."
In the distance, Rosary was blocking Eligos' path by reconstituting two trucks, blocking off one road.
"I take Halo?" Regent asked.
"Do. That leaves Valefor. I've got him," I said.
I paused, bringing my swarm to the battlefield.
I'd used Atlas to travel to Regent's territory, and I'd walked a short distance. Throughout, I'd been gathering flying insects and bugs. I'd been forming silk threads and cords. Now they rose, flying in formations, just over the tops of the buildings, as they approached Rosary and Eligos. They meshed together into a barrier, nestled close enough to one another to filter out sunlight.
The area darkened visibly, and the droning of the bugs filled the air.
Rays of golden light speared into the swarm. They were persistent, unending, five steady beams that concentrated on areas where the bugs were thickest. Halo.
That left only one unknown. Valefor had to be somewhere nearby. The second he got a glimpse of me, it was over.
My swarm hit Eligos and Rosary. Eligos created a strong wind that whipped around him, driving the bugs away. Rosary used her power to shred the silk lines. In the face of the biting insects, however, she couldn't do as much. The petals around her cut into the swarm, but it was minimal damage to a great many attackers.
She gathered the petals together to create a car without either wheels or a driver's side door, and though she'd formed it with some bugs trapped inside, she climbed in and had the petals reconstitute into a door, creating a perfect seal.
Eligos put an end to that when he sent a blade of wind at the back of the car, shearing one corner of the vehicle. My bugs flowed into the open area, covering Rosary from head to toe. Her mask was hard, around her eyes, cheekbones and nose, ending in a sharp point, an etched metal plate, worked into her hood. It didn't cover her lower face and it surrounded but didn't cover her eyes.
"Come, and stay close," I said, drawing the bugs around us. I walked briskly forward. Rosary had her petals, I had my bugs. If Valefor wanted us, he'd have to be clever. "And Regent?"
"What?"
"I'm going to ask you a question later, and I'll have my arms folded. I want you to lie."
"Lie?" Imp asked, aghast. "So dishonest!"
"We're honest villains, Skitter," Regent said, taking a stern tone. "We earn our victories the right way, not through deceit and dishonesty."
I rolled my eyes.
As we approached, I found Halo in my reach. My swarm approached him, and his halo zipped to his side, five feet in diameter and razor-edged. A force field protected the hero.
He was still rooted in place. One less person to deal with.
"Regent," I said, touching his shoulder. My bugs spread out to create a clearing around us, and I pointed.
He turned to face Eligos, and I parted the bugs. Eligos was wearing only the bodysuit that went under whatever armor he'd been wearing, and a mask that covered his face, leaving only one eye exposed.
With a wave of his hand, Regent knocked Eligos over, causing one leg to buckle just as the other was involuntarily straightened. Eligos sprawled, and the wind briefly cut out. My swarm descended on him, and I began binding him in silk.
I had Atlas take to the air, as I worked more silk cords into the surroundings. "Be nice if this works."
"What are you doing?" Imp. Her presence caught me off guard.
"Threads," I said.
"He can cut threads," Imp commented. "It won't work."
"I know he cuts threads," I said. "Watch."
Atlas passed over a space between two buildings, then dropped out of the sky. The string that extended between him and Eligos went taut. I had a series of threads strung between two buildings, and Atlas served as a counterweight, so Eligos could be hauled into the air.
"No way that holds," Imp said.
"Never intended it to," I told her.
Mandibles severed the thread, and Eligos fell. Three stories, give or take, and he landed on all fours. He screamed, and wind ripped through the area, scattering both bugs and petals. Eligos flopped over onto one side.
"Two left. Rosary and Valefor," I said.
Rosary had disintegrated what remained of the car and was facing me, the multicolored petals a tight storm around her. I could only make out glimpses of her general silhouette. The rest I could fill in from my research. A young woman in a rose-tinted robe with gold leaves at the edges, and a gold-colored mask.
She was silent.
"We have no quarrel with you," she said. "We're only here to deal with the Fallen."
"Then kneel," I said. I banished the bugs, and she almost staggered in relief, after holding firm against their onslaught.
She straightened her back and squared her shoulders, but didn't respond.
"Kneel. This is our territory. If you pay the proper respect, I hand you Eligos and Valefor, and you can leave the city with no problems."
"I could drop a car on your head."
"And I could take you down as easily as I did Eligos."
"Without silk?"
"Without silk," I said.
She nodded slowly, then slowly knelt, dropping to one knee. Her eyes, behind her mask, were glaring at me.
"What would you have done if I hadn't?" she asked.
"Not my style to give away plans to the enemy," I said.
"You could be bluffing."
"I'm not. I would have disabled you, knocked you out and Regent would have used his power to seize control of you."
Her eyes widened a fraction.
"Regent, you can use your power on unconscious people, right?" I asked.
Regent shrugged, "Obviously."
There was the lie.
"That simple," I told Rosary. "He can assume control instantly, once he's had control over someone once."
"That crosses a line."
"I'm far less concerned about crossing lines these days," I told her. "But you only broke one rule. We'd let you go, with the idea that we'd seize control of you if you ever came back. We'll do that with anyone and every-"
I stopped. Imp had appeared at a grocery store nearby. She was speaking in a low voice, murmuring.
"…Skitter said she'd take you on and she can use her bugs to attack you without being seen and she can hear and see this so she knows…"
"Fuck!" I growled the word.
"Valefor got her," Regent drew the obvious conclusion..

I feel sorry for Rosary being defeated so fast :(. She was pretty cool and I LOVE her power. Please, don't hurt her in any way, Undersiders. Eligos' power is similar with Stormtiger, the difference is that Stormtiger creates wind claws, not wind blades like this incestuous fucker. And....FUCK INDEED, Skitter. Imp is mentally controlled by Valefor (I was right about him being a Master and a Stranger), he took control over her and now he'll use her to try to kill Skitter and Regent. This asshole just turned Imp against her teammates :anger:. When I said that Masters are the biggest assholes, I wasn't wrong at all. Most of them- the ones who control humans- are the biggest assholes ever (sorry, Paige, you're a good girl but I don't like your power at all). They can turn family members against each other, teammates against each others, friends against each other. They can make a father assassinate his whole family then commit suicide, they can turn people into their puppets with a snap of their fingers and have fun with this :rage:. Now I understand why someone said (I don't remember who exactly, either Piggot or Doctor Mother) that Masters are the biggest villains. Even when they don't try to be, they're still assholes given their powers. No other power I hate more than mind/body control (except when it is used on Shadow Stalker, of course :D). I'd rather prefer to be Bonesawed than turned against people I love.
Now what? They'll have to fight against someone who can attack them without them noticing her? They'll have to stop someone who can kill them before them realizing what or who killed them? They'll have to...HURT A TEAMMATE? To hurt someone like Imp who probably doesn't even know what she's doing or knows but she can't fight Valefor? Oh, God, I HATE Valefor as much as he hates fighting Endbringers. Fuck this shit of a man, just fuck him. Everything about him SCREAMS: FUCK HIM!

"I told her to stay close," I said, breaking into a run. Rosary wasn't even a consideration.
"She's not the type to listen!" Regent huffed. Rosary started to follow us, then hesitated, glancing at Eligos.
"Watch him!" I barked the order, augmenting my voice with the combined drones, chirps and buzzes of all the bugs in the area. The heroine stopped where she was. Regent and I were thoroughly shrouded by bugs when we reached the grocery store. There were only a handful of people inside, every one of them rooted in place.
Stranger-type capes were classified that way due to their capabilities in stealth and subterfuge. Valefor was more the latter. He wasn't stealthy, exactly, but his ability to perpetrate subterfuge was devastating.
One look, and his target was stunned, rendered eminently suggestible. A hypnotic gaze, so to speak.
He'd played up the telepathy angle before people caught on, and the costume that echoed the Simurgh was a token to that. The fact that he could leave suggestions that only triggered under certain conditions was another part of it. 'Attack so-and-so next week'. 'Set fire to your workplace the next time your boss pisses you off'.
Capes with powers that allowed them to compel others walked a fine line. Even without murder, Valefor was pushing that line.
"To everyone listening, if that swarm or any of the people inside move away from that spot, or if something happens to me," a young girl spoke in a man's voice, stepping out of the sheltering embrace of a middle-aged woman. "Kill yourselves or do your best to kill them, I don't care which."
I'd taken her for a scared kid in the company of her mother. No. She'd… he'dcompelled a woman to pretend to be his mother, and my roving insects hadn't thought twice about it.
It was Valefor, in a teenage girl's top and skinny jeans, with long, straight blond hair, and makeup caked onto his face to hide the tattoo.
"…and forget I gave these orders," he finished.
That would be one reason for the stranger classification, right there.
The orders to kill or commit suicide were a surprise to me, but he was more than capable of covering his tracks.
"Imp," Valefor said. "Find and kill your teammates. I want you to kill yourself when you're done trying. Go, and forget I gave this order."
Imp drew her knife with one hand and her taser with the other. She paused a second, and then charged for Regent and I.
I tensed. I had options, but if any of his hostages read it as a cue to kill themselves- no.
I could shoot from the midst of the cloud, but then we'd be paralyzed. There was no guarantee that Valefor's influence would end with his death.
I'd told myself I'd be heartless, but this wasn't what I'd meant.
Imp turned a right angle, moments before plunging into the swarm. She charged for Valefor.
He reacted, giving an order, "Everyone listening, kill yo-"
He didn't get any further. She kicked, directing the attack between Valefor's legs.
Valefor hit the ground, and Imp kicked him between the legs once more for good measure.
"Cancel the orders, fuckwit!" she growled, dropping on top of him. Her knife pressed against Valefor's throat.
"How-"
She backhanded him across the face, striking him in one cheekbone with the knife handle. "Cancel!"

Officially, Valefor is the first crossdresser character in this story :D (Circus is not a crossdresser, from my POV, I think they're basically two people trapped in the same body by their own power for some reasons). But Valefor, he already crossdressed two times- his costume reminds people of Simurgh and now he's dressed as a teen girl, forcing a woman to pretend that she's his mother. Well, its good for this story to have a crossdresser too (I'm pro-diversity and I always welcome characters/people of different races, religion, nationality, sexuality), but Valefor is still a fucking monster who make people commit suicide and turn them against each other. Lets not forget that he's a murderous cult leader who also perform incest. He deserves to have bugs eating his eyes (I suppose he controls people with his eyes, like he is...hypnotizing them) and...there is just one last thing that Skitter should take away from him. Or make it root. I'll be fine with any of these solutions. Even Lung had to sit on toilet a certain time after Skitter did that THING to him. Imagine Valefor in the same situation as Lung, but without his regenerative power :D. I hate this cultist guy so much that I'll enjoy any kind of punishment Undersiders will have for him.
But how in the name of God Wildbow Imp managed to counter Valefor's Master power? Is she immune to Master's powers? I don't think so, she wasn't immune to Cherish's emotions detection. Or maybe she's immune to CERTAIN Master's powers and Valefor happens to have the exactly power that Imp is immune at. Or maybe....Regent managed to control her, breaking the control that Valefor had over her. But this doesn't make sense either. Regent should torture her for a while in order to get control and I seriously doubt Imp would have allowed him to even lift a finger at her without breaking it :).
But the most important thing now, Valefor is pretty fucked. More than pretty fucked...he's Leviathan levels fucked :p.

I could sense the crowd relaxing. People hurried away from the scene. It took more than a minute before they were all gone.
Imp struck Valefor again.
"Stop," I said.
"Regent got one in, I wanted one too," she said. She spat at Valefor.
I tentatively moved bugs, then settled them around his eyes. Valefor struggled, but froze when Imp pressed the knife against his throat.
Regent got one in?
Oh.
"You… voluntarily gave him control over you?" I asked.
"Little while back," Imp said. "I wanted to see what it was like. Could come in handy. Did come in handy."
It's Regent, I thought. I'd fought beside him in life and death scenarios and I would never have allowed him to take control of me. Couldn't fathom it.
Was there a way I could diplomatically say as much?
None I could think of, right this minute.
"I can't imagine submitting myself to that," I said.
"Riskier for you," she said. "For me, his power over me shorts out when I usemy power, and that's any time he slips up or goes to sleep. Then he forgets who I am, and I'm free to come after him and fuck him up."
"Eviscerate me in my sleep," Regent said, too jovially.
"Exactly," Imp said, sounding just as pleased with herself. "And I know him. He's not about to fuck with me with the amount of work it'd take to keep track of me."
"Told you, Dork," Regent commented. "I'm versatile."
I didn't have a response to that. I glanced at Imp. "Tell me something only Imp would know."
"Seriously?" Regent asked.
"I could tell you that there's a mole on your back," Imp said.
That took me a second to process. When had I ever had my clothes off where she could see?
Not her. Brian.

I'm such a powers geek :D. I was so right about Regent taking control over Imp's body to counter-attack Valefor's hypnotic control, but right now I feel sick for being right. Imp ALLOWED Regent's control over her own body, its not like he forced her or anything similar with this FUCKED UP idea. Gosh, Imp, wtf, why :o? I personally won't allow not even my best friend or my parents to exercise any mental, body control over me if they had this power. And they're the only people I trust on this world. But Imp is very ok with giving her own body to someone like Regent to do anything he wants with it. Well, he knows that she'll cut him in small pieces with a butter knife if he'll hurt her (lets not talk here about what Grue would do to him :)) but still...this is a very crazy idea, knowing what Regent is capable to do. An monumentally crazy idea. An Universe size crazy idea. I don't know who's the most crazy between Imp and Regent. "sighs" But everything is well when it ends well. Now, because of this Multi-verse size crazy idea, R Imp defeated Valefor without having to hurt their teammates and he'll be fucked in no time :D.
This Chapter is clearly SHOCKING, one shock after another. Imp just walked in on her own brother having sex with Taylor :o. Maybe was accidentally, because Imp is not a pervert to spend her spare time watching her brother having sex, but still...Imp, I think you should stop hanging with Regent so much because, look, your mental state doesn't look too great to me. But I have to admit that they have a pretty good chemistry (I kind of ship them but I'm not sure how old Aisha is. Isn't she like 12-13 years old? A 12-13 years old girl with a 15-16 years old boy? I'm not sure if is right or wrong, their age is close but she's still a child while he's a teenager). And they're badass as hell. Yes, you're badass, Regent, but I still hate your power and you're downright creepy.

"I stopped in. I wanted to see if my brother was okay. Believe me, I wish I hadn't."
She was there. Then.
"Wait, what's this?" Regent asked.
"It's not important," I said, my voice tight.
"I'll tell you later," Imp said.
"Don't," I said, in a warning tone.
There was a pause. I could tell the pair of them were having too much fun at my expense.
But there was still an enemy to deal with.
She looked down at Valefor. Her tone was more serious as she said, "I didn't think this man-slut would be able to see me."
"You know his powers," I said, glad for the change of topic. "Hypnotic stare, Tattletale said he might have other senses or augmented awareness to track his victims."
"It's fine," Imp said. She adjusted her hold on the knife. "Worked out."
"Yeah," Regent said.
"I guess you two got a victory," I said, "A little… what did you call it?"
"Rep," Imp said.
"Rep."
Long seconds passed.
"I could control him," Regent said.
"What's the point?" Imp asked.
"It'd be an advantage," I said. "And I suppose it's up to you two what we do next. It's your territory, Regent."
And I want to see how you operate, when left to your own devices.
"Pain in the ass," Regent said.
"We let him go, he's going to come after us," Imp said.
"Probably," I agreed.
"You want us to turn him in," Regent told me.
"I'm not saying that," I answered.
Regent studied me, "You're here for a reason, and it's not just babysitting us, being an overbearing boss and making sure we do the job right. Let's not waste time. Out with it."
I kept my voice low, so Valefor couldn't hear. "I said you and Imp were the scariest members of our group. You heard what I said to Rosary. How I was going to let her believe that we could take control of her at any second, so long as she's in the city."
"Sure."
"Fear. Ruling through fear. How do we get the maximum result for the minimum effort?"
"I like the sound of this," Regent said.
"We make our enemies paranoid," I told him. "We get them scared enough that they start devoting more effort than is necessary to dealing with us. Feed them misinformation. With your power, we have an easy way to keep any enemy we capture from wanting to enter the city, and so long as we let them go, rather than using them, we're not drawing enough heat to get a kill order put on our heads."
It was the best I could do. This was the crossroads, as far as I was concerned. If he didn't take to this idea, the Regent I'd envisioned was likely to come to pass. If he did accept the idea… well, it was still likely, but I could have hope.
"Huh," Regent said.
Apparently that was the only answer I was about to get.
"What do we do with him?" Imp said. She had the knife in Valefor's mouth. "I'm going to get a cramp, leaning over him like this."
"We can hold onto him long enough for Regent to seize him," I said, "Then let him go. Or turn him into custody. But there's no guarantee he wouldn't use his power to control someone and turn them into an unwitting assassin."
"If he hasn't already set some up," Imp said.
"If he hasn't," I agreed.
I thought briefly of my dad. If Valefor had been feeling malicious…
I put the idea out of my head.
"We could trust the PRT to look after him," Regent said, somber. "They're professionals, they know how to deal with dangerous villains."
He didn't manage to hold it in for long. He chuckled in near-silence, his shoulders shaking.
"The other possibility," I said, "Is stripping him of his powers."
I reached behind me, and found a small metal container. I tipped out the contents into my palm, and then held out my hand so Regent could see.
"Seriously?" Regent asked.
"Seriously."
"If you're up for it…" Regent trailed off.
"I'm done with holding back," I said. "Decisive action. No mercy for those who don't deserve mercy."

Skitter is going to do to Valefor what I wanted her to do: make bugs eat his eyes so he can't use his power again. Damn, gurl, you stole my idea :D. EXCELLENT. I'm so very ok with this.
Skitter, without looking at Regent and Imp: You two are the scariest Undersiders. Don't dare to argue with me, its the truth.
Skitter then proceed to put bugs inside Valefor's eyeballs. They literally eat his eyes.
Skitter to the other two Undersiders: Don't stare like this at me. You know how dangerous and scary you're.
Imp: Is she doing what I think she's doing? FUCK!
Regent: Yeah, fuck!
Me, relaxed, cheering and screaming: GO FOR HIS DICK TOO, OH, SKITTER, YOU DESTROYER OF EYES AND DICKS AND TOES.
Regent whispering: ...and Monster's anuses.
Me, holding up a placard: RUIN HIS DICK. MAKE CRITTERS TO CRAWL INSIDE HIS UR...
"gets her mouth filled with bugs"
Skitter: Shut up, stranger. I know what I'm doing.

"Right," Regent said.
I approached Valefor and Imp.
Valefor heard the footsteps, must have felt the impact as I stepped forward, standing over him. He shook his head violently, oblivious to the knife Imp had placed in his mouth. That, or he'd overheard something I'd said and didn't care anymore.
He managed to shake enough bugs off that he could open his eyes. He fixed his gaze on me, and I froze. My thoughts dissolved to warm, wet, white noise.
The maggots, millipedes and centipedes dropped from my hand. A part of me that was aware without being quite conscious controlled them, carried out my intent. They spilled onto his face, and moved toward his eyes. The stronger bugs helped pave the way for the others, leveraging the eyelids away from the eyes so the maggots could pass beneath.
"No!" he shouted, around the knife. "Sto-"
Imp shifted position. She was kneeling on his chest, and she moved the knife, bringing one knee into Valefor's chin. I could feel the force of the impact through the bugs on his face.
"Oh god," Imp said, "Gross. Gross, gross, gross. Did I get any of them on me?"
My thoughts were clearing. I blinked, and the movement felt painfully slow, as though I were almost asleep.
"You didn't get any bugs on you," I said, stepping on Valefor's right hand. Imp held his left with one hand, and held the knife's blade against Valefor's makeup-caked lips. He groaned and writhed beneath her grip.
"They stink," Imp complained.
"You're imagining it."
"I'm really not."
Valefor's struggles continued. His writhing intensified, and it got to the point where he had to turn his head to throw up.
When he turned his head my way, his eyes moved over me, unseeing. His chest was heaving as though he'd just run a long distance.
"Let him up," I said.
Imp backed off, We pulled Valefor to a standing position.
"Walk," I told him.
He was almost defeated in demeanor as we marched him in the general direction of Rosary. He looked like he had tears streaming down his face, but it was only the leaking vitreous fluids.
"Fear," I said. "Remember what Bakuda said? You have to be unpredictable, but you balance it with certainties. Realities."
"It's a little fucked that you're taking cues from the psycho bomb girl," Regent commented.
"Yeah," I said. I wasn't about to deny it. "But I'd prefer more certainties than unpredictable elements. The punishment fits the misdeed."
And if you take that to heart, then today's worth whatever bad karma I reap from this, I thought.
"The look on Rosary's face is going to be delicious," Imp said. "Doesn't Haven have a major hate-on for the Fallen?"
"They do," I said, "But when we meet her, don't say anything."
"What's the fun in that?"
"It's the effect," I said. "Trust me."
"What's in it for me?"
"I'm supposed to bribe you?"
"Fo' sho," she said.
"Ice cream," I said. I can't buy ice cream as Taylor anymore. "I'll pay for it, you pick it up."
"Sweet!"
Rosary was on guard as we approached, her stance intensifying as she recognized Valefor. The petals were a storm around her.
I shoved Valefor, and he tripped and sprawled in front of the heroine.
She stared down at him. He raised his head, and I could see her tense.
"I was expecting medusa's head," Rosary said, when Valefor hung his head again. It looked like he was trying to avoid gagging.
What? I could remember the myth, but… what? I kept my mouth shut rather than ask.
"He's blind," she voiced the realization out loud. "You blinded him."
I nodded, still silent.
"Permanently?"
I had to give a response, now. "He'll need antibiotics. Both Valefor and Eligos will need medical care. It's up to you whether you save his vision."
"Just like that."
I nodded once.
"We had it handled," she said.
"Our city, our business," I said. "Next time, ask. We'll deal with it. You leave, now, and you ask permission before you set foot in Brockton Bay again."
"Or we can expect a fight."
"Expect consequences," I said. I looked down at Valefor. "See to his eyes."
I turned and led the other two in walking away.
"What-" Regent started. I held up a finger.
When we were out of earshot of Rosary, I dropped the finger.
"What's with that?" he asked.
"We got what we needed."
"You didn't even mention how you blinded him," Imp said.
"It's about using fear as a tool," I told her. "The unknown is always better than the known. Silence is better than almost anything we could say. For example, you can leave them wondering just why Valefor's power didn't work on you. And consider the reaction when they realize just why he's blind. Maggots packed into his eyeballs."
Imp shuddered visibly. "How?"
"That's the exact question they'll be asking," I told her. "In case you're wondering-"
"I'm not."
"-Centipedes and bigger bugs opened a path through the external layers. Maggots crawled inside. Nothing critical damaged. Probably repairable, though I'm not an expert in anatomy."
She shivered again, "My eyes are watering. Total heebie-jeebies."
I didn't reply to that. I was more focused on Regent.
"We okay?" I asked him.
He shrugged. "Sure."
Noncommittal response, no clue as to whether he'd take my suggestion on using his power to scare people away without creating a harem like his dad. I hadn't really expected anything else.
"So gross," Imp muttered.
But he had the ability to take control of Imp.
I needed to have a discussion with Grue. A very careful discussion.

After a certain time, (either villain or hero, doesn't really matters) Skitter addressing to her teammates (Undersiders or heroes, doesn't really matters): Now I'll not use fear anymore. I'll try a new game with you. If you don't listen to me, I'll punish you by denying you what you want. Its going to be painful. If you listen, I'll reward you by giving a little of what your heart desires. Its still going to be painful because I'll not give you everything you want, but less painful than the first option. Something like stick and carrot, if you get what I mean.
A random voice: She's pulling another Bakuda, right?
A second voice: Nope, worse. She progressed. She's pulling a Jack Slash now.
Everyone but Skitter: Welp, we're fucked!!!

"still choking on bugs, can't actually formulate an opinion about this Chapter but at least she can use body language to "say" something like:"

Good night and sleep well, my friends (I had too much fun with this Chapter, btw, more fun than is allowed)
 
I'm such a powers geek :D. I was so right about Regent taking control over Imp's body to counter-attack Valefor's hypnotic control, but right now I feel sick for being right. Imp ALLOWED Regent's control over her own body, its not like he forced her or anything similar with this FUCKED UP idea. Gosh, Imp, wtf, why :o? I personally won't allow not even my best friend or my parents to exercise any mental, body control over me if they had this power. And they're the only people I trust on this world. But Imp is very ok with giving her own body to someone like Regent to do anything he wants with it. Well, he knows that she'll cut him in small pieces with a butter knife if he'll hurt her (lets not talk here about what Grue would do to him :)) but still...this is a very crazy idea, knowing what Regent is capable to do. An monumentally crazy idea. An Universe size crazy idea. I don't know who's the most crazy between Imp and Regent. "sighs" But everything is well when it ends well. Now, because of this Multi-verse size crazy idea, R Imp defeated Valefor without having to hurt their teammates and he'll be fucked in no time :D.
Hey, don't kinkshame! If you can handle a Citrine turned on by Accord planning her elaborate death, a little consensual bodyjacking should be a breeze, right?;)
 
Hey, don't kinkshame! If you can handle a Citrine turned on by Accord planning her elaborate death, a little consensual bodyjacking should be a breeze, right?;)

There's still some differences. Citrine is not forced by Accord to be attracted by him -on the contrary, even he is surprised why Citrine have these thoughts about him (she can give up any time at her unusual passion). Regent uses his power to control Imp (even if is with her own accord is still wrong) and I'm usually very against any kind of mental/body control. Second, I'm indifferent to Citrine's fate (I don't know her enough to like her as a character) while I love Imp and I don't want anything bad to happen to her. Then, I like Accord more than Regent and Accord thinks at killing Citrine but she's still his favorite Ambassador and he doesn't really want to kill her (he also thinks at killing Tattletale, yet so far he didn't do anything to hurt her- one is to think and another one is to act) while Regent can actually hurt Imp because he's not the kind of guy who will hesitate to do something once he put his mind to it.
All in all, I'm kind of worried for Aisha. I'm usually worried for characters I like. I know she'll kill Alec if he'll hurt her but...until then...anyway, lets hope that Alec, despite being a Vasil, is not actually like his father. Btw, despite not liking it, his control over her was useful against Valefor, otherwise Imp would have tried to kill everyone and I don't see how Skitter could fight efficiently against an attacker that she can't even remember existing.
But this is my opinion, everyone is free to express their own opinions :D.
 
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...I think he's referring to Blackarrow's story posts? I like the way it's worked in this thread so far though, the section-by-section reactions are neat.

Also, who would report Blackarrow?
 
Ive never seen quotation rules applied to a lets read before, esspecially one whose text is freely available online. Maybe its new? This thread may not be the right place to discuss this though. Blackarrow may want to ask for clarification in staff communication.
 
...I think he's referring to Blackarrow's story posts? I like the way it's worked in this thread so far though, the section-by-section reactions are neat.

Also, who would report Blackarrow?

Maybe someone under Valefor's command (before Skitter blinded him). Valefor didn't liked my opinion about him and compelled someone to report me. This guru bastard/Simurgh's bride can't accept different opinions :).
 
Probably not there, thats for appealing punishments (i think). Most likely what you want is staff communication --> private question. I think, im not an expert on this either.

Ok, I asked what I wanted to know. Thank you for your help. "sighs" I have to change this liveblog format if entire sections of texts are not allowed anymore.
 
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