[information=Official Staff Communication]I'm going to have to ask you to stop quoting so much. Quotes should be used for emphasis or reference, and should not incorporate large chunks of the original text.[/information]
I received a response from the Staff and it looks like there's a new rule about not posting entire texts from the work of a still living author. So...I'm gonna respect this rule and I'll just quote few paragraphs (I'll choose careful which one) to highlight my immediate reactions or opinions about characters/actions. But a thing is certain. I'll still try my best to keep this liveblog as interesting and attractive as possible because I like it, I like what I'm doing, I adore this story and...maybe I'm not so badass as I pretend in my liveblog to be, maybe I'll endlessly piss myself if I'll ever accidentally travel in a parallel Earth full with dangers, maybe I'll survive to a zombie apocalypse only for a couple of hours (if I'm "lucky" enough), maybe I don't have enough cold blood to kill bad guys in reality (even if I'd like to dream of doing it and there will be zero repercussions/punishments for me), maybe I'm not such a great warrior and vigilante at heart but I know one thing with certain: that I'll NEVER EVER abandon people I love/I like/I feel good in their company/I feel like they're MY people. And...you're MY people, of course I don't even dream of abandoning you. I like you, I feel good in your company, I like this little fandom in general, and no freaking way I'm gonna stop this liveblog only because of a couple of rules. I'm innovative and I have pretty good ideas, I can do a good work with this liveblog while respecting the rules at the same time. As long as I have my people here with me and I like what I'm doing, nothing can bring me down. I'm Simurgh levels of unstoppable.
"hugs everyone" You get a hug, you get a hug, everyone get a hug from me.
The rule is not "never quote anything" its about reproducing the whole of a work that is currently still under copyright. The HPL threads for example do not fall under that because the majority of his work is no longer under copyright.Is one thought to move to another site, one that is friendly to blogs / livereads? The concept of not allowing quoting is such nonsense, who knows what rules will get added as you go, and no matter what it spoils some of the fun. If moving somewhere that doesn't detract from the fun is possible i'd suggest it.
The rule is not "never quote anything" its about reproducing the whole of a work that is currently still under copyright. The HPL threads for example do not fall under that because the majority of his work is no longer under copyright.
Well the main thread that did so on SV are Using HPL , as noted out of copyright, talking about Videos and them transcribing what they see instead of reproducing the content that they comment on.Have you removed previous blogs and threads that did this (guessing not)? And what lead to deciding to wait for this to be 21 arcs in to the story before dropping this rule on the blogger?
tumblr, wordpress, google docs are great options I've seen used for a more friendly experience, for blogging a live-read.
Well the main thread that did so on SV are Using HPL , as noted out of copyright, talking about Videos and them transcribing what they see instead of reproducing the content that they comment on.
A lets watch for example would then be a problem if they also posted links to the Episodes for example , in case of Jojo for example, or went to upload the file somewhere instead of using the offical avaible ones, in case of RWBY
I was in plainclothes, and they were clothes I wouldn't normally have worn, which was sort of the point. The idea was to be hidden in plain sight, as I walked in the midst of the crowds downtown. I'd removed my glasses and regretfully donned contact lenses, slathered on sunscreen and donned a white summer dress and sandals, along with a big, wide-brimmed sun hat that was incongruous enough to mark me as a possible tourist. Shopping bags and loosely braided hair helped complete the image.
So, is Taylor, in some feminine clothes, for the first time since Worm started. She's not Taylor the tomboy anymore, neither Skitter, the Warlady. She's Taylor the GIRL and looks like she isn't fully prepared for fight (well, she's always prepared for fight, but this time not exactly fully prepared). Either we're not going to see Teeth being destroyed in this Chapter or Taylor will have to pull a difficult, but nice fight while dressed in a summer dress and wearing sandals .Maybe the sun hat was conspicuous. The clouds were heavy overhead, and the wind was moving them across the sky at a decent pace. Hopefully it would brighten up.
So, Valefor's mental orders can influence people over a certain period of time, even after he doesn't have his power anymore ? Well, that sounds downright SCARY, its possible that Fallen, after hearing what happened to their leader, will retaliate, following the order that he probably gave them (if I'll ever be hurt, attack the person(s) who hurt me and everyone they hold dear). Are we going to see this cult drowning Brockton Bay into an ocean of demonic chaos? Everything is possible with fuckers like Valefor and I won't be surprised if his Passenger will find ways to restore his power if he doesn't have a healer/bio-tinker in his "family". Like making him capable to control people without using his eyes, only his voice or his hand gestures. Because Passengers need their hosts to be active and if one of them can't use their powers anymore, they'll either leave their brains or IMPROVE them.It would be so easy to get paranoid over the slightest things, if I let myself. Parahumans kind of opened a lot of doors on that front. There was no way to be on guard against every eventuality. Bystanders could have been manipulated by Valefor before we confronted him, cloth in store displays could be Parian's work, the mannequins some trap laid by, well, Mannequin. The ground, the wind, changes in temperature, shadows… anything could be a sign of incoming attack.
Grue and Citrine were inside, both in costume. Citrine in her yellow evening gown and mask, adorned with her namesake gemstones for both jewelry and embellishments, a file folder tucked under one arm. Grue, for his part, was wreathed in darkness. They couldn't have been more different in appearance: sunshine and darkness.
Your jealousy have no real base, Taylor. There's not a single thing going on between Citrine and Grue (oh, hi, Citrine, nice to see you again. Hope you're not going to break my bones for the second time. You can keep Accord for yourself, just give me your nice dress. Its my favorite color and look stunning ). Citrine is not interested in someone who doesn't think in every second at hundreds of ways to kill her, Grue isn't interested in girls, in general, Taylor being the only exception, Citrine is too classy for Grue and she seems to prefer men just as classy as her, Grue knows only businesses, pleasure comes last for him.But both, I knew, were professionals. I suspected they were very similar people.
A part of me felt like I should be jealous that the pair were keeping each other company. Except, rationally, I knew they weren't. Rationally, I knew there was no reason they'd be together, or even that they'd be attracted to one another. Citrine was pretty, but… I couldn't imagine she was Grue's type.
"gives Tattletale warms blankets, painkillers and hugs" Aww, she used her power too much and now she have a migraine. What does it means? It means that, if Taylor decided to surrender to heroes, Tattletale will not know about her intentions and will not stop her by alerting the rest of the Undersiders. Taylor kind of used Tattletale's break from using her power in her advantage. Now nothing will stop her from doing what she's planning to do.More than you know, I thought. Tattletale was occupied with little more than an intense migraine. She'd pushed herself too far and was now paying for it.
"Others of us are born with nothing. It is hard to get something when you don't have anything. You can't make money until you have money. The same applies to contacts, to success, to status. It's a chasm, and where you start is often very close to where you finish. The vast majority never even move from where they began. Of the few that do make it, many are so exhausted by the time they meet some success that they stop there. And others, a very small few, they make that drive for success, that need to climb becomes a part of themselves. They keep climbing, and when someone like Accord recognizes them and offers them another road to climb, they accept without reservation."
Judging after her classy behavior and her civility, I suspect that Citrine comes from a very rich family, but she got bored with her perfect life (or maybe her parents treated her in the same way Lisa's father treated her) and ran away from home, being found by Accord and taken under his protection. He gave her Cauldron powers and she became his favorite Ambassador, being first and the most loyal one. Something like what Coil did to Tattletale, but Coil used Tattletale without caring a bit about her (or about anyone else but himself). Accord uses Citrine too, but he also cares about her in his own weird, sadistic, twisted way, he seems proud of her and he doesn't treat her like Coil used to do with his "pets". Citrine trusts and respect Accord so much, I'm starting to like their relationship, as complicated as it is . No, I don't ship them for two reasons: I'm not a fan of too dominant/submissive relationships, being a person oriented towards more romantic and sweet love stories and Accord doesn't like romance, neither sex . Either his power doesn't let him to enjoy these little pleasures of life or his natural personality. They'll never have a romantic future together. Maybe only in fanfics."Which are you?" Grue asked. "Did you start with power, or did you fight for it?"
Citrine smiled a little, looking over her shoulder at the tower. "I suspect Tattletale will tell you, if you're curious enough to ask."
"More gravity, less gravity, more intense temperature variation, less intense temperature variation. Friction, light intensity, the progression of time… More possibilities than I can count, many so minor you wouldn't notice. But if someone powered is in the area, and I find the right attunement, as though I were searching a radio station, I can cut off their powers. If I'm exact enough, which never takes more than twenty or thirty seconds to narrow down, I can use my power to cancel out the filters that keep someone's powers in their control. I can also remove the filters that keep their power from affecting them."
So, Othello have a doppelganger from another Earth, and this man works like some sort of human version of Siberian. I mean, looks like he's a human from another Earth but once Othello brings him on Earth Bet, he's immune to attacks but he can affect others. Othello can also switch with his doppelganger, entering in his mirror world. Ok, I wonder if he drank from the same Cauldron vial as Manton. Now his power gave me a pretty good idea about Circus possible secondary power: what if there are not two persons sharing a body between dimensions, civilian Circus boy have a costumed super-powered girl doppelganger in another world and when he wants to fight, he calls her, replacing himself with her. So, they have like two powers. Hmm, very good piece of information about Othello's powers, thank you, Cintrine. Now I think I understand better Circus, the person that not even Tattletale was capable to understand ."Turning their power against them," I said.
"Yes," Citrine said.
I could picture my bugs slipping from my control, gravitating towards me in response to my stress, biting and stinging, even devouring me, perpetuating the stress, pushing the cycle forward.
Or Grue… what would happen to him? Rendered blind and deaf by his own power, dampening his own abilities until they sputtered out, or creating a feedback loop by draining his own abilities, until he was overwhelmed?
"And Othello?" I asked.
"He has a mirror self," she said. "Who walks in a world very similar to this one. This self has a limited ability to affect our world, and can't be affected by us. Othello can push himself into that other world to bring his other self into ours, and vice versa. One leaves, the other enters. It looks very much like teleportation or invisibility. It isn't."
It was a three-hundred page treatise, complete with binding at the spine and a gray cover printed with the simple words 'Brockton Bay: Crime and Public Safety'. I handed Grue the folder and the dossiers on the five recruits to the Ambassadors, keeping the tome. I paged through it, holding it so Grue could read alongside me.
Accord, the most I read about you and your totally INSANE but positive plans of making the world a better place to live in, the more I like you and I agree with your ideas, no matter how delusional and selfish they sound. He's against senseless murders (despite his brain or his power's subtle influence telling him otherwise), he doesn't want to be a dictator, all he wants is to put the world in order, eliminating the elements of disorder. Do you hear that from the hell where you're burning, Coil? This friend of yours is total different compared with how you're while alive . He's not a dictator, neither a cold blooded/insane criminal (I'm sure that Accord killed people during his villainous activity because...this is what 90% villains are usually doing (among other things): KILL people who are staying on their way. The other 10% villains are the ones who KILL people who doesn't even stand in their way at all; but he doesn't necessarily feel like he have to kill innocents in order to create his idealistic world governed by order and perfection). While I still don't trust Accord and I know that he only care to bring order in the world because of his own obsession with order, I can admire his ideas and his ambition to put these ideas in practice as soon as possible .It was less an essay than a technical manual. A step-by-step guide to bringing the city in order. Size eight font, bolded and centered headings, annotations, continually referring to other sections. It was readable, though, almost seductive in how it made it all sound so possible. The language was simple, clear, and unambiguous, as though it were outlining little more than how to build a bookshelf, without more than the occasional diagram. There were branching paths, too, clearly outlined, detailing the routes to be taken if something didn't work out. I could only assume that the bulk of the text was Accord's accounting of all the various possibilities.
No murder, nothing totalitarian. Not at a glance. It was merely a very involved analysis on Brockton Bay, the various criminal elements, the various players and how things could be brought into alignment.
"Skeptical," I said. "Ever notice how every power gets turned to violent ends? Even the people with powers that could benefit humanity wind up losing it? Accord, Sphere, there's Parian on the smallest end of the scale…"
Taylor, stop blaming EVERYTHING on powers. In Sphere's case, wasn't his power guilty for his change of personality/mind. Simurgh was the first to be blamed, then himself, because he couldn't get over his personal tragedy and decided to take a violent, dark, brutal and insane path instead of trying to recover and rebuilding his life (I understand that this is the most painful thing ever for a parent- to see their kids being killed- but this is still NOT an excuse for someone to turn evil and to ruin so many lives). His power never changed, he only choose to use it to destroy people, instead of saving them, like he did before the tragedy that occurred in his life. He turned himself into Mannequin, NOT his power. There's no need to be worried about Accord yet, as for Parian...I'm getting really pissed everytime that Skitter mentions Parian as someone to be worried about, even on the smallest end of the scale, despite knowing (and personally experienced) how peaceful and non-violent Parian really is . Yet she still see Parian as a menace from the shadows of her cloth animals and she needs to be cautious around her because...who knows...maybe a cloth snake controlled by Parian will suddenly strangle Taylor and in this time Parian will give her the best evil laugh in the history of generic evil laughs. Taylor scares me -with her paranoia about Parian- more than an actual evil Parian ."And you think there's some ugly twist to this."
"Accord works out some scenario where it's possible to establish peace in Brockton Bay by exerting pressure in the right areas, promoting the right people, and allocating resources in the right way, but it turns out like a wish from a malevolent genie. It turns ugly, or there's some loophole. I think Tattletale should look at it. That's all. We need to be very careful."
"I raised the idea of you maybe getting therapy," I said. "I could use it too, to be honest."
Grue is going to be Yamada-ed which is always welcomed. He needed therapy even from the beginning of the story, since he was already traumatized by his drugged slut mother and his stepfathers. As the story developed, he suffered more and more traumas, gradually more violent and persistent so I'm really surprised that he didn't went nuts until now. He's a very strong person, that's for sure. But he still NEEDS Jessica Yamada in his life . I'm glad that Taylor is supportive towards him again. Finally, they're alone (or maybe this is what they think), she doesn't need to be "strong" anymore. She can be "weak" for him, as any normal girlfriend ."Yeah," he said.
"Do you think, maybe, if you were in a better head space, you could handle the leadership thing better?"
"I don't know," he said. "Maybe."
"Would you be willing to try? I don't want to guilt you into it, but it'd give me a lot of peace of mind, knowing that you'd be there to keep things going."
"I'd be willing to try," he murmured, his voice a hollow echo from within his darkness. "But why are you being so fatalistic?"
"Regent and Imp," I said, stopping when he turned his head my way.
Another trauma for your boyfriend, the knowledge that his sister have a thing for supernatural BDSM and he can't do nothing to stop this weird-ass relationship she and Regent have. Imp will run away and Regent will ignore him. Thank you, Taylor, for traumatizing him more . At least you're honest with him and this thing kind of matters a lot. But still he's going to suffer more knowing that he failed to be a good and protective brother because he was unable to keep his sister away from dangerous people, just like his stepfathers were .A heavyhanded way of changing the subject.
"What about them?"
"They're together," I said. "I don't know if it's romantic, but… they're together."
"I'm aware," he said.
"It's a problem."
"It is," he agreed. "But there's nothing I can do about it."
"Rein them in?" I suggested.
"How? Aisha bucks at rules and restrictions. She'd use her power and run before I could talk to her more seriously. She was always one for flight more than fighting. Fitting that she got that power. Infuriating."
"Then talk to Regent."
"Not much better. He's never one to face confrontation, but he handles it differently. He doesn't run, he evades. He'd say or do whatever it took to stop me lecturing him, stop me from threatening him, and he'd go right back to what he was doing, in a different way, a different angle, so I'm less likely to catch on. And if I angered him, or upset him, he'd make me answer for it somehow."
"I don't think I've really seen him angry or upset."
"You don't," Grue said. "Because he doesn't show it. I don't think he even fully realizes it, that he feels that way. But his jokes get a bit more barbed, he pushes back a little harder when pushed. He makes dealing with him annoying or toxic in a thousand small ways, until you can't continue to press him. Then he uses that, goes right back to doing what he wanted to do. It's not worth the trouble. They're friends. I don't like it, but I can live with it."
"He controlled her."
As long as your God is Wildbow, you'll never ever be truly happy, my poor sympathetic villains . He'll find ways to feed you with more unhappiness and pain until you'll realize that happiness is something more hard to reach than an important victory against Simurgh."Me either," Grue said, his voice quiet, in response to an answer I hadn't expressed with anything but my expression and body language.
I couldn't lie and say that the mental picture, the fantasy, was a real possibility. I couldn't see it unfolding the same way I could see a thriving Brockton Bay secured with equal measures of fear and fairness.
It had been busy, hard and violent, with too much to do. It was too easy to see how things could continue down that road.
" casually sitting in front of them, Imp raises her smartphone, trying to catch on camera the hottest scenes between her brother and Taylor" Alec will love this little but very detailed video. Better than any porn we watched together. Ok, now take her clothes down, bro. Slowly, slowly...I hated to do it, but I broke the kiss, pulled away a fraction. I murmured, "Besides the usual precautions."
"Mm," he murmured his agreement, an inarticulate, wordless sound that vibrated through his body and mine.
...Honestly, you're on point with a lot of those. Some alternative suggestions:
I'd definitely peg Taylor with a different class for reasons that include some spoilers, so I won't go into that.
Tattletale: Rogue of Light. She's very good at acquiring knowledge, often knowledge she's not supposed to have (hence stealing), and I think she does her best work when working for the benefit of others.
Jack Slash: Prince of Hope. His whole thing is destroying hope, corrupting people, and generally making the world a worse place to live.
Bonesaw: I'd put her as a Mage of Life just to avoid overlap with Panacea personally.
...This reminds me, I was thinking about writing a Worm/Homestuck crossover once (I've actually had several different ideas for such, one a quest and two fanfics). Never got around to it, as is typical for my writing projects.
I don't think that.
My sundress was lying on the floor, a little worse for wear where I'd thrown it to the ground and used it to sweep much of the grit, plaster and sawdust from the spot where we'd laid down. I shook it, then called my swarm, let my bugs crawl up my body to sweep and brush my skin clean. The bugs made their way up the sides and back of my neck to my hair, then weaved through it as a mass, their bodies and mandibles helping to set it in order. Others progressed down my arms, making their way to the dress, doing much the same with the fabric.
Welp, Taylor got Disneyfied . She went from the creepy, scary, merciless Brockton Bay villain and Warlady to a fairy tale princess, using bugs (replacing birds and mice here) to clean her, clean her clothes and make her feel pretty again. New paragraph, she'll start singing about her love story with her big, strong and black prince and her 1 second/day perfect life. You'll see. Just wait and see .I wanted him, damn it. Wanted to nourish every sense with him. The visual of him, the taste of his sweat when I kissed his skin, his smell, the bass of his voice and the little noises he made. The feel of him, warm, the way every part of him was firm without being unyielding.
Yep, this confirms my suspicion that the previous scene between her and Brian was a goodbye sex that Taylor wants to keep and treasure it as a precious memory for her when she'll be away from her boyfriend. Loss- the loss of Brian once she'll be no longer a villain or she'll cut her ties with Undersiders. Disappointment- because she feels disappointed by her choice but deep down she knows that is the best choice she can make given Dinah's advises and she's disappointed to lose the man who won her heart. Relief- because she have at least one good memory of him and this breakup wasn't so hard as she probably expected it to be. Alright, I think I got Taylor's inner feelings and motivations here .
Volkswagen Beetle < < < Atlas. Atlas is the best mean of transport in the whole goddamn world. Better than monster dogs ride (sorry, Rachel) and infinite better than a Volkswagen Beetle (even if is a Beetle, is still a mundane car, meaning nothing compared with a giant flying hercule beetle ).I smiled just a little at the idea that I might get a Volkswagen Beetle. It'd be stupid, impractical, and it would be too obvious. A van would be better in every respect.
My detour brought me around to what had become a makeshift memorial. There were flowers and the like forming a ring where a fence had been erected. In the center of the ring, an oval shape sat embedded in the ground. This was the area where we'd fought Leviathan. A time-distortion grenade had gone off, and three heroes had been trapped inside. Brockton Bay's own Dauntless among them.
The center of the bubble was as impenetrable as Clockblocker's power, while the effects were more nebulous around the edges. Dust and moisture were caught in the sphere, obscuring the contents, all moving a fraction of a glacial pace. There was a hand print at one point where someone had tried to touch it, shifting the dust and moisture, losing some skin in the process. In other spots, less respectful people had thrown things at the sphere. Pennies, sticks. That had stopped when others had tidied up the area and the flowers had started appearing here and there.
I hope that someone will free these heroes/random people from the time bubbles but I still have some bad feelings about the consequences of people being freed. No, I'm not afraid for mundane people, if they're aware all this time while trapped inside these bubbles they'll be traumatized and scared for sure, but they'll not be a danger as big as parahumans trapped inside the bubbles might be once free. Imagine Dauntless and Alabaster spending days, weeks, months, maybe years inside the bubbles. They might be already traumatized, angry because they're tortured like this- this is a fate worse than death so anyone would be pissed if this shit will happen to them- and they might go nuts once freed and become violent, paranoiac, vengeful and use their powers to wreak havoc . Yes, Dauntless is a hero, but he's still a human being who can be traumatized if he's tortured and exposed to a fate worse than death and...we don't know if he'll still feel like a hero once he'll be out of time bubble or he'll be like "fuck this world for not helping me sooner, I don't have any reasons to continue to protect these bastards. On the contrary...they let me root in hell, I'll give them their own hell."There had been talk of blanketing the entire thing in flower petals, so it wasn't a gray-brown egg with a neat pattern, but others wanted to leave it be, protecting it with a bubble or shelter so the rain and dust could clear away, and people who visited could see the three heroes as they were when they were caught within, in the midst of being thrown through the air, the very moment they effectively gave their lives for the sake of the city and the world.
Miss Militia shot the girl a warning look. "Parian invited us."
Ok, some of my favorite heroes are visiting Taylor in her territory while she's out of costume (but they already know her identity so that's ok) and I don't think they want to arrest her. Maybe Flechette will be very fine with pinning Taylor down and arresting her but Miss Militia is a more calm and calculated person than our teenager hot blooded Striker . Maybe she just wants to talk to Taylor and not trying to do anything to provoke Taylor to fight back. Especially since there are people in her territory (including children) and Miss Militia will not want to put their lives in danger. She's not Tagg, she's a good human being ."Good," I said, glancing around me. The rain was still pattering down around me, and the street was damp, not flooded, but it wouldn't be good to offload my bags there. I ventured under the eaves and set the bags down in a dry spot. I folded my arms. "Give me your weapons."
Miss Militia is very understanding, as usual. She feels genuinely sorry for what Tagg did, but she can't change a thing because she's not one of the big bosses of Protectorate. She also doesn't like that Alexandria betrayed every single hero principles by working for something like Cauldron, being directly involved in kidnappings and horrible experiments on people (possible even children "shudders") and not assuming her responsibility for these crimes and stepping down, just like Legend (who's not even half as guilty as her) did. Miss Militia doesn't agree with a lot of these awful things eating the Protectorate from inside out, but is not in her power to do something, to stop people like Tagg and Alexandria smearing the heroes' reputation and honorable intentions with their vicious and totally non-heroic actions . She's like a simple office clerk in a world of highly-placed wolves. I just want to give this poor woman a well-deserved hug ."You're upset," Miss Militia said. Before I could think of a retort, she added, "You deserve to be."
People, you have some pretty awesome Tinkers working for heroes. Why Dragon doesn't try to come up with a Scion Sky Signal that can be observed from every single part of the world so Scion will see it as well and will know when an Endbringer attacks? He'll arrive just in time to fuck that Endbringer up, and right now he's willing to kill them . Why wasting so many human resources when all you should do is to create a Signal for him and he'll know what to do? I'm disappointed that nobody got this idea, especially when they noticed that no parahuman can ever kill at least a single Endbringer, not even someone of Triumvirate level ."It's dangerous. Things are sensitive. There's only an eighteen percent chance of success in the upcoming fight if we face Behemoth. Twenty-nine percent if it's the Simurgh, with… a great deal more fallout after the fact. Without the Protectorate, chances drop to an even lower number than they are, and the damage gets worse."
"Because I got home and saw my family, and they said I was different,angrier. And they were right. Because I'm hearing about everything that's happening, all these secrets coming out, and I can't even look at my teammates without wondering if there's something nefarious about them. Because Parian was the one good thing I found in this city, and you recruitedher," Flechette said.
Shut up, Flachette, Taylor doesn't corrupt anyone and Parian is NOT corrupted. I know that you love her and you want to protect her and this is really sweet of you, but she's not evil, neither corrupted by villains. Yes, maybe she became a villains' ally, but she did that in order to protect her people, not because she enjoys being a villain. She's still the same good, nice Parian you know and you love, she didn't changed. At least, not that much. She's less playful and joyful because she had her people maimed by a little evil mad scientist, she went through a lot of shit during the last months, she saw so much ugliness and evilness that she can't be the same happy go lucky person, the bad experiences changed her in a way, made her more reserved, introverted and sad . But not evil. The evilness around her didn't touched her soul, smearing it, fortunately. She's still your Parian, only more bitter and aware that there's not only happiness and beauty on this world. Don't blame Taylor for someone she isn't guilty of, Flechette, she already struggled a lot with her heavy conscience ."That costume, it's like a slap in the face. Like, it wasn't obvious enough you corrupted her. You had to take the playfulness away? The joy?"
"And until they work with us, they're going to be a bucking bull in a china shop," I said. "Strutting around and doing catastrophic damage to a delicate situation. Tagg said this is a war-"
I think it was much better if Taylor punched the hell out of Miss Militia than to tell her these words. Taylor just reminded Miss Militia of war, the most tragic moment of her life . This woman is a war survivor even since she was just a child and Taylor reminded her of war. Ok, I can't blame Taylor, maybe not everyone know about Miss Militia's past but I still feel bad for the poor heroine. And to think that Miss Militia have to answer to Tagg, an ex-military man who probably did with others the same thing that the turkish soldiers did with Hannah and her pals is...like her personal Hell .
Miss Militia, wise and willing to reach an agreement with ethical villains as usual. That's so good, I fucking love this woman, I'll never stop loving and admiring her ."And you can't keep pushing things like you have been. The degree of aggression you've been demonstrating, with the attack at the PRT head offices and Valefor, it tests our patience."
Everyone in their right mind should respect Parian. If this girl (and Miss Militia) doesn't deserve all the respect then who else deserves it ?"I have more respect for you than you'd probably believe," I told her. "I hope it works."
I don't think that.
In the end,will see your opinion of everything and everyone.
In case you hadn't heard Wildbow went back and changed a few lines earlier on in the story earlier today or yesterday so that Browbeat was killed by Leviathan during the fight instead of only being incapacitated way back near the beginning.
Browbeat? The hero with short-range telekinesis powers who fought against Undersiders during Bank Robbery? Yes, I remember him but I didn't know this information. Well, better for him to be killed by Leviathan than trapped in a time bubble. At least he got to die like a hero, not suffering a fate worse than death.
The Undersiders were here. Minus Tattletale, we were all standing in the street a distance away from a squat building. Regent was off to one side, ready to trip up our enemy if they made a sudden appearance. Rachel hung back, corralling her forces, while the rest of us watched the building for any hint of trouble.
But Grue stood next to me. I appreciated his presence, his casualness in light of the way we'd effectively parted.
I could sense the Ambassadors. Citrine and Othello were there. So were four new recruits: Jacklight, Ligeia, Lizardtail and Codex. The fifth potential recruit hadn't been so lucky. The four of them stood off to one side, in the shelter of Citrine's power, listening as she gave instructions. The area around them was somehow faded in terms of the colors there, the area she was affecting looked as though I were viewing it through colorblind eyes that were capable of only seeing yellow. Water wicked off of them as though they were waterproof, leaving them utterly dry even in the wind and rain.
I'm surprised that the heroes attacked Teeth, taking Taylor's advises very in serious this time. But I'm not surprised that they didn't managed to defeat them, because, well, they're heroes and heroes should never win in a story dedicated to villains (more or less likable) UNLESS they're Skitter, of course . I'm even more surprised that Parian was enough pissed to attack them too, but I appreciate her attempt to take them down after the heroes failed and I really hope that she'll become more and more badass and less peaceful (with people who doesn't deserve her peaceful intentions) as the story progresses. That will be a welcomed change in her personality. I like soft Parian a lot, but badass Parian is GOLD to me .Inside the building, the Teeth were recuperating from a recent conflict with Miss Militia and the other heroes followed soon after by an attack from Parian's stuffed animals.
Regent have a great sense of humor, I have to admit despite not liking him as a person (to use nicer words than usual). But he never fails to make me laugh with his sarcastic humor :lol. He's like the super-annoying but funny sociopath that any respectable team of villains should have, otherwise they won't be respectable enough. Funny thing is that my father is a fan of Regent, he's his second favorite Undersider right after Tattletale (at least we both like Tattletale the most; she's too perfect for us to commit the SIN of not liking her ) - my father doesn't exactly like what Regent did/is doing (my father have a strong moral code that he'll never break not even if our world will plunge into anarchy, one day, and the laws will become a sweet memory) but he's fascinated by Regent's humor and power. Unlike me, my father have a sick fascination with Masters and he really, really wants a Master power for himself, so he can use only on people that he personally consider being the right ones to have a taste of his power (he have the same mindset as mine so there's nothing really surprising here) +he also wants to use these people so he can gain fame, power and money. He admires Marquis and wants to be almost exactly like him (MINUS killing innocent men and using his daughter for favors). Great, while I'd like to become an awesome Tinker vigilante (someone with Bonesaw's powers who'll show to some really horrible people what BODY HORROR NOTION means ), my adored father wants nothing mote but to become a feared, but ethical enough Master villain (with the power to turn certain people into his mindless zombie, without the possibility to revert back even after his death ). He even said that we two would make an excellent team. No shit, but he's a villain. A villain playing with people's minds like they're his personal toys. Man, this story made me question my sanity, my father's sanity, my life choices, my father live choices and reach the conclusion that my mother is the only SANE and truly compassionate member of this family . WELP."And… twenty minutes in, the rain's still pouring, the wind's still threatening to drop a house on our heads, and we're still not doing anything. I think our fearless leader needs to remember that some of us aren't as good at being imposing when we're drenched and standing around in the dark. She does that whole schtick where being gloomy and creepy only make her scarier. You know how scary I am with a wet shirt clinging to me?"
There was a drawback, though. Whatever they were, as solid and innumerable as they might have been, they were dumb, getting dumber every second they were alive. He was producing a living tide of bodies, but they weren't capable. They were good for little more than sheer body mass and violence.
By the time the first ones reached us, they were barely able to put one foot in front of the other. One reached me, swung a table leg at me in a wide, predictable swing. I caught it, twisted his arm, and pushed him into a Spree that was stumbling forward from behind him. They both fell, and neither seemed to have the wherewithal to climb to their feet before they were trampled underfoot.
Codex was a blaster-thinker hybrid. Tattletale had speculated that the woman caused permanent brain damage and memory loss , briefly augmenting her own processing power in exchange. The duplicates Spree was generating weren't gifted with much in the way of brains to begin with. Even a little damage was having devastating results.
Jacklight was launching forth the miniscule orbs of light, each growing as it traveled before stopping in mid-air. Each warped space around it, accelerated movement, enhanced the output of certain forms of energy.
Where one of his lights was set next to a wall, it redirected one running duplicate into a wall. Another, closer to the ground, swung a Spree that stepped over it into the ground face first.
It was Ligeia, though, who slowed down the enemy the most. She created water out of nothing, geysers of the stuff that drove the mob back and sent them sprawling.
As Tattletale had warned Grue, she'd warned Citrine as well. Butcher's power was too dangerous to muck with. Grue risked absorbing the consciousness of the prior Butchers, and Citrine risked striking on the right 'attunement' and accidentally killing Butcher.
But Citrine was still a leader, didn't waste a moment. She gave the signal, shouted something I couldn't make out, and her followers opened fire. Jacklight and Codex lobbed their attacks towards Butcher, and the leader of the Teeth teleported away before either could do any real damage. Ligeia produced a geyser of water that sent duplicates flying ten or twelve feet in the air. Othello, for his part, was standing by, his hands in his pockets, his two-tone mask expressionless.
Which wasn't to say he wasn't contributing. Hemorrhagia was enduring an assault from an invisible, immaterial foe. I could feel him, feel the movement against my bugs, but the bugs didn't settle on him, simply passed through. He was only partially there, focusing on allowing certain aspects of himself, hisweapon, to affect our world.
Love Othello' s mirror image/projection/doppelganger power. So, the Mirror Othello can't be seen (either he isn't a real person, only a Siberian like projection, or if he's indeed a real person, he's invisible to the people on Earth Bet due to some space/time shenanigans. He's not only invisible but he's also untouchable, nobody would have not even a slim chance to hurt him). Now I want to see a fight between Siberian and Mirror Othello and given the fact that there will be 10 Manton clones, I might have my wish comes true sooner than I expect. I'm sure that Ambassadors will help Undersiders (and heroes) to fight against S9 Army of Clones, because that will be something very similar with an Endbringer's attack. S9 Army of Clones will be equally dangerous with an Endbringer (except maybe for Simurgh) if not more dangerous and destructive (10 Siberians and 10 Crawlers? Even Leviathan will run like a bitch from them, not daring to look behind him )Lizardtail's power pressed even harder against me. I could feel the edges of my injuries tingling, the wounds slowly knitting closed. Far slower than they should have been, given the earlier demonstration of Lizardtail's power. Either he was weaker, or her ability to inflict wounds that progressively gotworse over time was taking away from the power of his regeneration.
Oh, nooooooooo, Codex....The second most badass Ambassador (after Citrine) is fucking dead . Killed by Butcher. Damn this Butcher bitch. RIP Codex, you did your best. A short time working for Accord, but you helped during your first and last fight and sacrificed your life to try to get rid of a fucked psycho like Butcher. Still I don't understand why Accord forces his female employers to fight whilst wearing dresses. I mean, isn't only uncomfortable during fight, but also a great disadvantage. They can't move as they wish (and is necessary for them) when trey're dressed like this. Why he doesn't allow them to wear a suit like Contessa is wearing when they're fighting? Look, Contessa is still elegant and feminine yet she kicks ass in black suit and fedora (I imagine Doctor Motherbitch's guard-dog looking like a pretty woman Man in Black, only with fedora and no huge-ass weapons ). Why Accord's ladies can't kick ass in pants, with or without fedora and still look cool while doing it? The many mysteries that Accord's mind is holding are deeper than Mariana Trench.The new villain slumped and fell, joined by the piece of my armor that had been shorn off. An arrow neatly penetrated her neck.
Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, Cherish solution is still in play. They're going to use Cherish to make Butcher kill herself? Awesome, I'm going to congratulate myself for thinking at this strategy for a whole week . Cherish, Butcher, I'm sorry to announce that you'll be supreme fucked -especially Cherish because Butcher will be dead and there will be no more additional suffering for her. But I can't say the same about Cherish. Btw, I said "sorry"? Oh, it was just sarcasm, nothing else . No sorry for a cannibalistic bitch and definitely no sorry for a dumb bitch who was cruel enough to FORCE PARENTS KILL THEIR OWN CHILDREN. Cherish is everything I hate to guts in a person (child abuser, child killer, emotionless psycho able to manipulate people's emotions, too dumb to live, sadistic and cruel monster, no different compared with her father ). EVERYTHING. She deserves her fate. How much she deserves her fate....We'd reached the edge of the city. There were fewer buildings, fewer rooftops. Wet clumps of sand flew behind Bentley's feet as he dug deep to find traction.
She was murmuring to herself now. Conversing under her breath with the voices in her head. She sounded oddly insistent, plaintive in a very childish manner.
When the weapon was formed, she glanced skyward, murmured something indistinct.
Then teleported a distance into the air, directly above the spike.
There was a wet sound, a pause.
RIH (Root in Hell) Butcher. This was the smartest way to make someone kill themselves and while I don't like seeing people being forced to commit suicide, Butcher is an exception . There was no other way for her to die and not affect her killer and she wasn't an innocent person bullied to suicide."Guess my sister has one more kill under her belt," Regent commented. "Fourteen voices in Cherish's head to keep her company as she spends the next few centuries alone at the bottom of the bay."
"You said I should think about what people need from dogs. If I'm going to find them homes, the dogs need to be able to live with families."
…Not quite a leadership style I might have suggested, but the kid looked happy.
YAAAAAAAAAAY FOR PUPPY THERAPY FOR EVERYONE . YOU GET A PUPPY, HE GETS A PUPPY, SHE GETS A PUPPY, EVERYONE GET A PUPPY. Puppies can bring smile even on the saddest faces and make the most depressed hearts sing in happiness . They're one of God's gifts for humanity. Rachel EVOLVED so much from that detestable Bitch who scared and threatened a little girl only because she bothered Brutus (poor Brutus ) and used her dogs to violently chase away families from her territory to Big Sister Rachel who is doing pretty ok with the families in her territory and is especially nice with kids (as nice as she can be, but its a good start). Excellent evolution, Rachel, keeping going. You're already my second favorite Undersider, right after Lisa, all thanks to this part. Sorry, Brian, I know she took your spot, but Rachel is sweet with children and "quickly pulls a Battery (poor Jamie )" I have a soft spot for anyone who happen to be sweet with children .Rachel was on another couch, and the blue-eyed girl, the cook, was lying beside her, her back pressed to Rachel's front.
Translate: Tomorrow morning she's going to surrender to Tagg and the rest of the PRT. But NOT without a backup plan. Because Taylor will never do anything without at least one backup plan, to ensure her own safety and the safety of her teammates .Tomorrow morning, I thought. I face off with Tagg and the rest of the PRT.
Nope.The "good shit" is usually translated in Worm as "everything goes straight to hell. Again." My mind and my body are ready .
I grew aware of my surroundings, distinguishing dark gray shapes from an oppressive darkness. A desk sat in the middle of the room, shaped like a 'c', with a cushy computer chair in the middle. Four monitors were arranged at even intervals across the desk. Beyond them, three widescreen televisions were mounted on tripods. The walls and open spaces beyond the televisions, in turn, were filled with bulletin boards and whiteboards.
I glanced at my phone. The last text I'd received was still displayed on the main screen:
YEEEEEEEEEEEEES, Taylor is going to meet Lisa . She owes Lisa so freaking much, Lisa saved her when she was so close to commit an involuntary suicide and kind of modeled her into the person she's now (well, sometimes she did some pretty shitty things but NOT Lisa is responsible for Taylor's decisions regarding different situations).the nearest keyboard to entrance. don' wander and don't turn monitor on. type WQtksDH2.
The whiteboard held scrawlings of notes, musings and possibilities, some half-erased. Degree of involvement with Cauldron? Funding: is PRT siphoning official funds to pay for powers? Agenda?
Lisa is obsessed with Cauldron. Just be careful, Lisa, my dear Queen of Espionage, Cauldron is not something to joke about, neither to try to uncover/catch by yourself. They're some huge fuckers, but they're SMART, POWERFUL and RICH huge fuckers. They have Doormaker by their side who can teleport them between worlds before anyone will ever try to arrest them. They have Contessa who can beat the shit out of TEAMS of parahumans, without even losing her beloved fedora (I'm starting to be more convinced that Contessa is one of those combat Tinkers that my friend told me about, who can predict her opponents movements and instantly know how to avoid/dodge every attack and make her own attacks efficient as fuck. If this is her true power then this bitch will be very hard to fight against ), also we don't know what Number Man is capable of doing apart from super-boring super-calculate stuff . Plus, Doctor Mother may or may not be a parahuman herself -maybe she pretends she doesn't have powers in order to not appear a very dangerous target for her enemies and when her defenses will fall, then she'll have to use her power, who might be the most powerful one of her group. So, Lisa, don't you dare to make me more worried for you than I'm already by trying to find about Cauldron more than they would allow someone to find. You're a mere mortal tackling some assholes who see themselves as Gods. You'll only fail to take them down even with your entire team and Ambassadors behind (besides Accord is their man so...) Wait until they'll start to weaken or you'll get more powerful allies .I moved on to boards of a different color. The red bulletin boards and whiteboards with red writing: Brockton Bay. Potential threats: the Teeth, Red Handed, Heartbreaker, Lost Garden, Adepts, the Orchard, The Fallen.
Adepts. Self professed magic users. One page of information, listing names and powers. Another page with the PRT's information on them: a series of codes and symbols I didn't quite follow, numbers inside colored circles, squares and diamonds. From what I could gather, they had a low threat level, moderate crime rate, moderate 'engagement' level, low activity level. Led by Epoch, a time traveler.
Gosh, Adepts are like the evil version of Myrddin (poor Worm Gandalf), they believe that they're wizards despite only having their powers because of some parasite aliens burrowing deep inside their brains and affecting some normal functions. Their boss is a time traveler, which isn't a good news because time powers are scary shit especially if they're controlled by villains. Imagine what this Epoch can do to someone if he wants to ruin their life. I wonder if he can also control the additional timelines that he invariably creates due to his time traveling. Time shenanigans are usually complicated stuff so everytime when I'm thinking at the whole possibilities, I'm starting to feel exactly how Lisa is feeling now- crippled under headaches .I put the folder away carefully, picked out another. Lost Garden. High threat level, low crime rate, low engagement level and moderate activity level. Leader, Barrow. A powerful shaker, similar to Labyrinth, only rather more single-minded in what he did. He couldn't leave the altered area he created around him, only extending it slowly to an area while letting it fade behind him, an effect described as 'a depression' with overgrowth extending into the surrounding neighborhood. Tattletale's own notes in the file suggested he was making slow but steady progress towards Brockton Bay, and that he had been since the portal appeared.
I flipped through the rest of the file. What kind of people gravitated towards someone like that? Apparently a lot of very young parahumans, boys and girls around Aisha's age, had gathered around the middle-aged Barrow. A little creepy, when I imagined that collection of capes and the resulting dynamic.
It made a lot of sense. Tracking Jack's trail of destruction from the point he'd left the city, finding the point where Dinah couldn't or shouldn't be able to see, using them to narrow down possibilities.
I still don't understand something. Why only Thinkers are affected by intense migraines and not Tinkers as well? I mean, both Thinkers and Tinkers belong to the only Classifications that receive informations from other Earths (if they want to know something related to their specialty, they can tell what they want and their Passengers start collecting information from all the other available Earths, transmitting the plans, solutions, blueprints, to their hosts, so the humans will know what to do. This is how I imagine their powers working: if Lisa want to know something about a certain person, her Passenger collects these informations and give her the whole database. If Defiant plans to build a plasma gun of mass- destruction, his Passenger will give him the smallest details of how to build the desired weapon. Bonesaw receives tons of informations about how to break, heal, change, mutilate, transform a human/animal body/brain, create viruses or even build mini-robots. I also imagine that they must develop an Mensa IQ- especially Tinkers- because their intelligence should be increased for it to accommodate with so many informations without the people completely breaking under so much mental exhaustion ). So, why Tinkers never experience the same migraines as Lisa, Accord and Dinah experience as Thinkers? Maybe the way they receive information is different from Thinkers, their brains are better adapted or we don't know yet how they feel after finishing complicated projects because we saw more from Thinkers's POV than from Tinkers?Everything was arranged so it was in clear view: monitors, televisions, bulletin boards. Looking at the notes, the different colors, the disorder and the number of questions, it made me think of a kind of paranoid schizophrenia, seeing connections everywhere. Except she was right.
"This setup… all of this is too much for you," I said. "You're trying to handle too much at once."
"Give 'em hell." If only you know what Taylor is planning behind your back, Lisa, if only you know...But she'll give hell to everyone, including to heroes, if they'll provoke her or not listen her, that's for sure ."Ironic," she mumbled, "Coming from you."
I took a seat on the edge of the desk. "You're bombarding yourself. You should try to tackle one thing at a time."
"Can't. I focus on one thing, I let others fall by the wayside. Too many bases to cover."
"Maybe you should let things fall by the wayside," I commented. "Is it so important to understand where powers come from? Isn't it enough to run the city, watch out for enemies, and maybe devote weekends to figuring out this business with Jack?"
"Wish I could use my power more," Lisa said, "Give you advice so you're going in with your eyes wide open."
But this was Lisa, temporarily bereft of her powers. A mere mortal.
She frowned. After a few seconds, she said, "Give 'em hell."
"Will do," I said. I approached her, then leaned down and wrapped my arms around her, while she was still sitting in the chair. One gesture, as if it could convey everything I couldn't say with words.
I approached the PRT headquarters. Many of the bugs I'd infested the building with on my last visit were still there, and the occupants of the building had adjusted to them. Nobody gave a second thought to the bugs that made contact with them, unless it was to absently slap at a mosquito or brush an ant from their leg.
Miss Militia, Clockblocker, Flechette, Vista, and Crucible stared, eyes wide. Miss Militia's expression was one of concern, her eyebrows furrowed. She was still, compared to the PRT officers around me, who were shouting at me, asking questions I couldn't answer. I bowed my head and closed my eyes, as if I could find the same kind of refuge Tattletale had been seeking, find a stillness by shutting out the chaos of the outside world.
Ok, she did what I was expecting from her to do even from the very start of this Arc. She surrendered to the bewildered heroes, offering them a decisive victory over her that wouldn't have been possible otherwise. She did what Dinah was expecting from her to do probably even from the day when she was saved and her tormentor was killed. Her decision was predictable, I have to admit, but what she's planning to do further, when she'll be arrested by heroes is an unknown to me . She can either go to Birdcage (which will be awesome because I want to see her interactions with Amelia and her father and imagine when she'll meet Trickster and her nemesis...Lung. The whole prison will explode due to the sheer magnitude of their confrontation -the man who become stronger as the fight go on vs the girl who become better at improvisations and strategies as the fight go on :lol) or she'll become a Ward on probation (who'll give everyone some killing headaches with her constant refusal to play by the rules ).