Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Magical Girl Escalation Taylor (Worm/Nanoha)
- Thread starter Silently Watches
- Start date
Speaking of Nanoha actually, in the Magical Girl Lyrical Taylor (Worm/Nanoha) thread and more specifically the Nanoha Series magic dictionaries(The translated entries have been updated) a couple of people have been translating a bunch of those Japanese information blurbs for the series. That latter has a lot of images, so watch out. And is being edited in instead of getting new posts, so it never pops up in the watched threads list.
zero_traveler
Revolver Ocelot
- Location
- Revolver Ocelot
Can Flare Shooter go further? I notice that despite it being 2/2, it's still only Adept.
If not, finish out Rust Shooter.
Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
Wait, what?
*looks*
…How did no one else point that out to me? It's fixed to show your Master status, as is Rust Shooter.
zero_traveler
Revolver Ocelot
- Location
- Revolver Ocelot
So, asking for a bit of help with the world info here, who would be high enough up to be watching a video feed, see something they probably shouldn't, and then immediately start bringing in Thinkers, Soldiers to search and combat personnel because there's somebody they need to find and get working for them a month ago?
The "I want this person found YESTERDAY!" leader-type person. It's important for my next snip.
The "I want this person found YESTERDAY!" leader-type person. It's important for my next snip.
Uh...nobody in Worm Canon. The closest thing to having all that power...well Simurgh is right there.
zero_traveler
Revolver Ocelot
- Location
- Revolver Ocelot
...I'm writing omake here, veekie. EDIT: Also I'm not talking about Parahuman power, I'm talking about someone in charge, Someone who's like "GET EVERYONE ON THE HORN, NOW."
I'm not talking about the situation right now, I'm talking more on a citywide scale, probably someone in the PRT or Protectorate I would assume. They seem to fit more along the lines of "government control"
Maybe someone one of the other super groups, but I doubt it.
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zero_traveler
Revolver Ocelot
- Location
- Revolver Ocelot
Screw it.
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Alternate Route: Support
None of them were quite sure why they had all been called into an emergency meeting with Director Piggot, but there were a number of quiet conversations going on about the room and many theories being hurled about. Those all ended as the woman herself entered the room and took her seat at the front.
"I'm sure all of you are wondering why I called you in on such short notice, but I assure you, you will find out in just a moment." The Director began, as vidscreens began to lower from the ceiling. "Has anyone here heard about the Lung incident?" Seeing a collective of confused faces, "Well, I'm not surprised, it happened just last night. I assume everyone here has at least looked at the file we have on Lung?" she continued, clicking a remote that dimmed the lights and cued the vidscreens on, showing a file on the ABB Member, Lung. "Lung, AKA Kenta, of the AZN BAD BOYS, possessing a parahuman ability that allows him to slowly become stronger, faster, and have control over fire. It also grants him a remarkable regenerative ability."
She clicked the remote again, and the vidscreen changed to a grainy video, taken from a street security camera. "Tell me, ladies and gentlemen. What do you see here?"
One of the guys in a business suit sat up, "Hmm...looks like...Lung and his gang coming out of a storefront...getting attacked by something?" he trails off as a blurry cloud engulfs the group and the figures start flailing wildly.
"Wow, something must have been attacking them, Lung's already transformed partway." Clockblocker chimed in as scales covered Lung's torso. "...huh. That's weird, and he just transformed back. What was that flash of light?"
The director took a moment to fiddle with the remote, and the screen receded, the video shrinking smaller and rewinding as still frames came up alongside it. The Video, played back in slow motion, as well as the stillframes showed very clearly a slender hand shoving it's way out of Lung's chest, a glimmering point of light in it's palm, before the hand closed around the light and receded, followed by Lung reverting completely back to human and collapsing in the street.
"Last night, Armsmaster brought in Lung, who was put into medical restraint for a concussion, presumably from hitting his head when he collapsed in the street. He awoke two hours ago, and displays none of his former powers. No regeneration, no scales, he's not becoming stronger or faster. He has been, apparently, completely stripped of his powers." The Director finished with an almost imperceptible smile.
"We don't know who they are, but I want whoever that arm is attached to in the Protectorate YESTERDAY."
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Taylor stared at the tiny, jagged piece of glowing...whatever it was, as bands of energy wrapped around it from the whirling crystals of Perfect Storm's pendulum form.
-=Sealing Complete. Lost Logia contained.=-
Consequences? What are those? Are they Tasty?
EDIT: if you can't tell, I have a very tenuous grasp on Worm Lore, and know very little. Please excuse me if I got something Horribly Horribly Wrong.
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Alternate Route: Support
None of them were quite sure why they had all been called into an emergency meeting with Director Piggot, but there were a number of quiet conversations going on about the room and many theories being hurled about. Those all ended as the woman herself entered the room and took her seat at the front.
"I'm sure all of you are wondering why I called you in on such short notice, but I assure you, you will find out in just a moment." The Director began, as vidscreens began to lower from the ceiling. "Has anyone here heard about the Lung incident?" Seeing a collective of confused faces, "Well, I'm not surprised, it happened just last night. I assume everyone here has at least looked at the file we have on Lung?" she continued, clicking a remote that dimmed the lights and cued the vidscreens on, showing a file on the ABB Member, Lung. "Lung, AKA Kenta, of the AZN BAD BOYS, possessing a parahuman ability that allows him to slowly become stronger, faster, and have control over fire. It also grants him a remarkable regenerative ability."
She clicked the remote again, and the vidscreen changed to a grainy video, taken from a street security camera. "Tell me, ladies and gentlemen. What do you see here?"
One of the guys in a business suit sat up, "Hmm...looks like...Lung and his gang coming out of a storefront...getting attacked by something?" he trails off as a blurry cloud engulfs the group and the figures start flailing wildly.
"Wow, something must have been attacking them, Lung's already transformed partway." Clockblocker chimed in as scales covered Lung's torso. "...huh. That's weird, and he just transformed back. What was that flash of light?"
The director took a moment to fiddle with the remote, and the screen receded, the video shrinking smaller and rewinding as still frames came up alongside it. The Video, played back in slow motion, as well as the stillframes showed very clearly a slender hand shoving it's way out of Lung's chest, a glimmering point of light in it's palm, before the hand closed around the light and receded, followed by Lung reverting completely back to human and collapsing in the street.
"Last night, Armsmaster brought in Lung, who was put into medical restraint for a concussion, presumably from hitting his head when he collapsed in the street. He awoke two hours ago, and displays none of his former powers. No regeneration, no scales, he's not becoming stronger or faster. He has been, apparently, completely stripped of his powers." The Director finished with an almost imperceptible smile.
"We don't know who they are, but I want whoever that arm is attached to in the Protectorate YESTERDAY."
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Taylor stared at the tiny, jagged piece of glowing...whatever it was, as bands of energy wrapped around it from the whirling crystals of Perfect Storm's pendulum form.
-=Sealing Complete. Lost Logia contained.=-
Consequences? What are those? Are they Tasty?
EDIT: if you can't tell, I have a very tenuous grasp on Worm Lore, and know very little. Please excuse me if I got something Horribly Horribly Wrong.
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Twei
I have a face!
- Location
- the land where they write things
- Pronouns
- They/Them
I'm pretty sure the Worm equivalent of grabbing a mage's Linker Core would in fact be excising the Corona Gemma out of a parahuman's brain.
So, you know, Taylor is now the magical space Blasphemies? I'm not sure whether this is better or worse
zero_traveler
Revolver Ocelot
- Location
- Revolver Ocelot
I'm pretty sure the Worm equivalent of grabbing a mage's Linker Core would in fact be excising the Corona Gemma out of a parahuman's brain.
So, you know, Taylor is now the magical space Blasphemies? I'm not sure whether this is better or worse
To be clear:
I don't know exactly how things work in Worm.
But that wasn't his Linker Core.
Twei
I have a face!
- Location
- the land where they write things
- Pronouns
- They/Them
oh my god that's even better/worse did she literally just grab the shard and have it declared a lost logia ahahahaI don't know exactly how things work in Worm.
But that wasn't his Linker Core.
Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
I'm almost scared of what else is lurking in your head.
You know the drill by now.
zero_traveler
Revolver Ocelot
- Location
- Revolver Ocelot
1 = Strong Shield
2 = Temporal Sludge
3 = Wide Area Search
Rollan
Wide Area Search it is.
EDIT: Somehow appropriate given that I just co-opted Shamal for that Omake.
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Psychic Smasher 3.3.1
Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
[ ] Search and rescue – With Wide Area Search, you should be able to keep up with everyone and provide better directions to the rescuers or fly there yourself.
[ ] Stick a sensor sphere on Danny, just to be safe.
[ ] Give the Thinkers all you know about Simurgh's scream. Your immunity to it and how it works. Everything Perfect Storm knows about telepathy, the physical principles, the limitations, the effects, the ways to block it.
Psychic Smasher 3.3.1
You look at Samantha. "Search and rescue?"
"Search and rescue."
The two of you fiddle with your armbands for a moment, giving your names to Dragon's tracking program. It's funny, really; once upon a time, getting to use a gadget made by the world's preeminent Tinker would have been the highlight of your day, but now? It kind of pales to the staff you hold in your hand. The armband is just a bomb and a tracker while your Device taught you how to fly and gave you Samantha and made you immune to the Simurgh….
Come to think of it, that is really important information. You do not intend to die fighting the Simurgh, but there is no way to know for sure. If you do fall, you want the information Perfect Storm has about combating the Simurgh's telepathy to continue on without you. "Actually," you say as you follow Roulette and your dad, "I already have some intel that's really important. Can you point to—"
"See that woman?" You follow Roulette's finger to a slightly dumpy-looking woman sitting in front of three computers. "Talk to Switchboard if you think it's that important."
That was a rather rude brush-off, but you suppose you should cut her a little slack. This is an Endbringer battle, for crying out loud! Everyone's on edge.
Your first impression of the cape's gear is slightly wrong, you decide when you approach. It is not three computers, just one with three fold-out screens and keyboards. It actually makes her 50's style costume look even stranger. While you frame your proposal, Samantha blurts out, "What sort of cape calls herself Switchboard?"
"Someone whose powers let them figure out where information will best be used. You have something for me?"
"A pretty comprehensive document on how the Simurgh's telepathy works, for starters." «You do have something like that, right?»
«Indeed, Mistress.»
"Got it on you?" You shake your head. "Won't be much good to me if I don't have it."
One of the few things Perfect Storm doesn't have is a built-in printer, nor paper to print the information out on. And that's assuming that its knowledge isn't too much to comfortably print. Thankfully for you and the other capes both, the age of the Internet has provided you with a different medium of communication. "Do you have an email address?"
Switchboard finally looks up at you, her blue eyes assessing. "I have one for sensitive documents, sure. Grab some paper and write it down."
"Don't bother. My staff can record it."
"If you're sure." She rattles off a long series of numbers and letters as easily as if she does it every day. She then lifts an eyebrow at you, as if she's surprised that you haven't scurried away with your tale between your legs. She doesn't believe you can do what you said you could do, does she? "Got that, or do I need to repeat it for you?"
Perfect Storm chimes. "We got it. We'll be in touch." You walk out of the building in the direction of the battlefield, Samantha dogging your steps. "Give them what you have on telepathy, Storm."
«How much does Mistress wish relayed?»
"All of it. If this information could make future Simurgh fights easier, it's worth the loss of secrecy." You think for a moment. "Well, maybe not all of it. Science it up a little bit. They won't believe me if I just tell them that I'm doing magic, but if it at least sounds scientific-ish, they should take it more seriously. We can tell them the truth about magic later if we want."
Leaping into the air, you fly for only a few seconds before you start worrying about leaving your dad behind. It wasn't too bad when he had the Privateers backing him up, but they were fighting the Merchants, not an Endbringer, and those other times he was well away from the battle. What if the Simurgh decided to attack the PRT headquarters? You would need to know exactly where he was so Samantha could teleport to him and get him to safety. It's a good thing there's a spell for that, isn't it?
The irregular red orb of Wide Area Search grows at the end of your staff before splitting apart, and now you and your Guardian Beast fly towards the battlefield. You won't be able to use that spell to find anyone nearer the Simurgh, but thankfully you and Samantha can cast it independently and work off the other's mapping data.
Hitting the left hand button, you say, "Dragon, this Calamity Witch. Samantha and I are both coming on S and R. Where do you need us?"
"Welcome to the party!" a woman's voice says after a few second's pause. It doesn't have the accent you would have expected from a Canadian, though, being just a little more Midwestern. "Ursa Aurora. Bird bitch is just toying with us right now, but there's a bunch of civvies hanging around. Get 'em outta here before she fucks 'em up even more."
What?! There are people who are still here?! Didn't they hear the sirens…. Unless the Simurgh landed basically right here, so they never had a chance to run. Not idiotic spectators, then, but families who are by and large helpless. Since you can't drive off the Simurgh, you need to get them away from the battlefield before they're slaughtered like animals.
"…We'll hold the Belks back! Just get the Princess off-world! You know what they'll do to her…"
Even if it does make you the best target.
"Sam, drop W.A.S. I'll take left side of the street, you take right." The Guardian Beast just gives you a nod, her serious expression a perfect complement to your tone. The red globule of Wide Area Search grows between her hands, but you are already flying towards the first apartment building, one with its roof caved in. With the Simurgh in town, you know that Brockton Bay is all but guaranteed to be written off, so surely the owners won't mind that you just blew the door and a good portion of the wall into the living room. Sounds of crying come from down a short hallway and behind a door. Walking over, you slowly open the door.
Bang.
The man holding the gun watches you pull the smushed bullet out from between your shirt and chest with a sheepish look. "Sorry."
Flicking the crumpled slug at him actually causes him to flinch, which you suppose should make you feel a little better. "Why did you think shooting whomever came through the door was a good idea?"
"It's the Simurgh?"
You try hard not roll your eyes at that and instead focus on the three young children huddled in fear behind their father. "How about we get you away from the Endbringer instead of staying right next to her?"
"We can't. Tyrone broke his leg when the ceiling came down. We're stuck."
«Samantha! Need some help.»
It takes a minute for your Guardian Beast to arrive, but once she does, the plan to get the family out is simple. "Everyone have a good grip?" she asks, checking that the family of four are all holding onto her. The two daughters stare back at her with wide eyes, two hands on her legs and two brushing her bushy tail; the man and his son, on the other hand, are securely latched onto her arms. "Here we go. Three, two…" The familiar spinning triangle appears below her, and then she and her passengers break apart in motes of light.
Good. You lift off the ground just in time for something huge and white to pass overhead, and then the building collapses on top of you.
+2 training to Rust Shooter (2/2 Master).
+1 training to Wide Area Search (2/2 Master).
You can thank zero_traveler for the training points. There are now several "what if" omake on the first post.
No choice this update. Maybe part 2 will get you to a decision point.
[ ] Stick a sensor sphere on Danny, just to be safe.
[ ] Give the Thinkers all you know about Simurgh's scream. Your immunity to it and how it works. Everything Perfect Storm knows about telepathy, the physical principles, the limitations, the effects, the ways to block it.
Psychic Smasher 3.3.1
You look at Samantha. "Search and rescue?"
"Search and rescue."
The two of you fiddle with your armbands for a moment, giving your names to Dragon's tracking program. It's funny, really; once upon a time, getting to use a gadget made by the world's preeminent Tinker would have been the highlight of your day, but now? It kind of pales to the staff you hold in your hand. The armband is just a bomb and a tracker while your Device taught you how to fly and gave you Samantha and made you immune to the Simurgh….
Come to think of it, that is really important information. You do not intend to die fighting the Simurgh, but there is no way to know for sure. If you do fall, you want the information Perfect Storm has about combating the Simurgh's telepathy to continue on without you. "Actually," you say as you follow Roulette and your dad, "I already have some intel that's really important. Can you point to—"
"See that woman?" You follow Roulette's finger to a slightly dumpy-looking woman sitting in front of three computers. "Talk to Switchboard if you think it's that important."
That was a rather rude brush-off, but you suppose you should cut her a little slack. This is an Endbringer battle, for crying out loud! Everyone's on edge.
Your first impression of the cape's gear is slightly wrong, you decide when you approach. It is not three computers, just one with three fold-out screens and keyboards. It actually makes her 50's style costume look even stranger. While you frame your proposal, Samantha blurts out, "What sort of cape calls herself Switchboard?"
"Someone whose powers let them figure out where information will best be used. You have something for me?"
"A pretty comprehensive document on how the Simurgh's telepathy works, for starters." «You do have something like that, right?»
«Indeed, Mistress.»
"Got it on you?" You shake your head. "Won't be much good to me if I don't have it."
One of the few things Perfect Storm doesn't have is a built-in printer, nor paper to print the information out on. And that's assuming that its knowledge isn't too much to comfortably print. Thankfully for you and the other capes both, the age of the Internet has provided you with a different medium of communication. "Do you have an email address?"
Switchboard finally looks up at you, her blue eyes assessing. "I have one for sensitive documents, sure. Grab some paper and write it down."
"Don't bother. My staff can record it."
"If you're sure." She rattles off a long series of numbers and letters as easily as if she does it every day. She then lifts an eyebrow at you, as if she's surprised that you haven't scurried away with your tale between your legs. She doesn't believe you can do what you said you could do, does she? "Got that, or do I need to repeat it for you?"
Perfect Storm chimes. "We got it. We'll be in touch." You walk out of the building in the direction of the battlefield, Samantha dogging your steps. "Give them what you have on telepathy, Storm."
«How much does Mistress wish relayed?»
"All of it. If this information could make future Simurgh fights easier, it's worth the loss of secrecy." You think for a moment. "Well, maybe not all of it. Science it up a little bit. They won't believe me if I just tell them that I'm doing magic, but if it at least sounds scientific-ish, they should take it more seriously. We can tell them the truth about magic later if we want."
Leaping into the air, you fly for only a few seconds before you start worrying about leaving your dad behind. It wasn't too bad when he had the Privateers backing him up, but they were fighting the Merchants, not an Endbringer, and those other times he was well away from the battle. What if the Simurgh decided to attack the PRT headquarters? You would need to know exactly where he was so Samantha could teleport to him and get him to safety. It's a good thing there's a spell for that, isn't it?
The irregular red orb of Wide Area Search grows at the end of your staff before splitting apart, and now you and your Guardian Beast fly towards the battlefield. You won't be able to use that spell to find anyone nearer the Simurgh, but thankfully you and Samantha can cast it independently and work off the other's mapping data.
Hitting the left hand button, you say, "Dragon, this Calamity Witch. Samantha and I are both coming on S and R. Where do you need us?"
"Welcome to the party!" a woman's voice says after a few second's pause. It doesn't have the accent you would have expected from a Canadian, though, being just a little more Midwestern. "Ursa Aurora. Bird bitch is just toying with us right now, but there's a bunch of civvies hanging around. Get 'em outta here before she fucks 'em up even more."
What?! There are people who are still here?! Didn't they hear the sirens…. Unless the Simurgh landed basically right here, so they never had a chance to run. Not idiotic spectators, then, but families who are by and large helpless. Since you can't drive off the Simurgh, you need to get them away from the battlefield before they're slaughtered like animals.
"…We'll hold the Belks back! Just get the Princess off-world! You know what they'll do to her…"
Even if it does make you the best target.
"Sam, drop W.A.S. I'll take left side of the street, you take right." The Guardian Beast just gives you a nod, her serious expression a perfect complement to your tone. The red globule of Wide Area Search grows between her hands, but you are already flying towards the first apartment building, one with its roof caved in. With the Simurgh in town, you know that Brockton Bay is all but guaranteed to be written off, so surely the owners won't mind that you just blew the door and a good portion of the wall into the living room. Sounds of crying come from down a short hallway and behind a door. Walking over, you slowly open the door.
Bang.
The man holding the gun watches you pull the smushed bullet out from between your shirt and chest with a sheepish look. "Sorry."
Flicking the crumpled slug at him actually causes him to flinch, which you suppose should make you feel a little better. "Why did you think shooting whomever came through the door was a good idea?"
"It's the Simurgh?"
You try hard not roll your eyes at that and instead focus on the three young children huddled in fear behind their father. "How about we get you away from the Endbringer instead of staying right next to her?"
"We can't. Tyrone broke his leg when the ceiling came down. We're stuck."
«Samantha! Need some help.»
It takes a minute for your Guardian Beast to arrive, but once she does, the plan to get the family out is simple. "Everyone have a good grip?" she asks, checking that the family of four are all holding onto her. The two daughters stare back at her with wide eyes, two hands on her legs and two brushing her bushy tail; the man and his son, on the other hand, are securely latched onto her arms. "Here we go. Three, two…" The familiar spinning triangle appears below her, and then she and her passengers break apart in motes of light.
Good. You lift off the ground just in time for something huge and white to pass overhead, and then the building collapses on top of you.
+2 training to Rust Shooter (2/2 Master).
+1 training to Wide Area Search (2/2 Master).
You can thank zero_traveler for the training points. There are now several "what if" omake on the first post.
No choice this update. Maybe part 2 will get you to a decision point.
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RoninSword
Sky God
- Location
- Canada
So, I am going to guess that Ziz isn't very appreciative of us telling people how telepathy works...
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Ok, call redirected...
End result, no mention of how. Figures, given the situation.
Well, at least we're not totally coming off as crazy.
I feel like I've heard of that cape before, but I can't quite recall. Also, while I initially thought 'didn't they learn from Switzerland that that's only going to get the resuers hurt or killed by Ziz-bombs', but then I realized that, from Switzerland, they learned letting Ziz have more puppets to fuck up resistance is worth the initial risk of getting them into lockup.
So it all makes sense.
Given the Switzerland Genocide and the Ziz-bombs, I absolutely understand the guy's reaction.
... I think that translates to 'Well, fuck you too Magical Bitch Taylor. Have a literal roof dropped on your head. It'll be prep for when I break a metaphorical one on you from making you kill your dad.'
somnolentSlumber
(Verified Proofreader)
- Location
- hell
- Location
- Brazil
Well hello there.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Wait, wha-
... OK, my brain's suffering from midnight syndrome, but there're a ton of implications, both from the invisitext line alone and what it means stuck in between these lines.
But I can't quite put my finger on any.
- Location
- Hug the Moebot; Save the world
Wait, wha-
... OK, my brain's suffering from midnight syndrome, but there're a ton of implications, both from the invisitext line alone and what it means stuck in between these lines.
But I can't quite put my finger on any.
Huh...umm perhaps memories from the previous user of Perfect Storm that came through with the body mods? Or maybe thats PS himself regaining parts of his memory and being reminded of the past?
Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
Wait, wha-
... OK, my brain's suffering from midnight syndrome, but there're a ton of implications, both from the invisitext line alone and what it means stuck in between these lines.
But I can't quite put my finger on any.
The situation is "reminding" Taylor of one of the memories from the first Calamity Witch that Perfect Storm implanted with the personality recalibration. Of course, I can't put that in plain text because the modifications aren't this drastic in the lighter version of the story, so it gets to be invisitext.
And just so you know, this is actually a very important event in Calamity Witch's life.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
I see...
Lighter? Worm? Simurgh attack? Going to mind-fuck Taylor's father? Lighter?
She held off a bunch of invading Belkan Knights so her princess could escape?
IIRC, Belka basically remained invincible conquerers until their capital world fell due to atmospheric poisioning and their last Empress committed martyrdom, right? So I take it this action cost Calamity Witch her life? And maybe the life of her princess too?
- Location
- Hug the Moebot; Save the world
And to Belka it was Tuesday...
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Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
... Aaaand it's late enough that I can totally see 'Psycho-power' M. Bison as a Saint Emperor. Fits their philosophy too: Only the strength to win, or dying in battle if you're not willing to face the music for losing, matters.