Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
The Wolkenritter do Ops independent of Hayate now...
Magical Girl Escalation Taylor (Worm/Nanoha)
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Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
But none of them are Enforcers.
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Canon Nanoha quit her previous job for a part time one (as a trainer) that she could multitask with being a mostly full time mom. She isn't sick she just is focusing on parenthood. If she wanted to she could stand up and kick as at any moment.That said, Nanoha is on leave and playing the role of house-wife to her precious Fate-chan and raising Vivio for a few years, which I believe is also canon. Sooner or later, the creators will just admit that Nanoha and Fate are a couple and quit hinting at the subject, I know it!Regardless, I don't see Nanoha showing up in the near future. You have surprised me before, though, so I can't totally rule it out.
She is also on medical leave because the buster system fucks up your body and linker core if used too much. like say using it to fire a full power starlight breaker, under a powerful AMF while fighting the clone of a super solider queen.
Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
Only during StrikerS, though. I don't think she worked with Fate before or after the period when Fate was loaned to the Ground Services. She's always wearing the Army uniform, not the Enforcer one.
Well, the TSAB is a good bit more pragmatic. We have multiple cases on evidence:
-Fate herself is a genetically engineered supersoldier made by Precia and in cooperation with Precia's terrorist plans. Status: Remained free after a period of supervised probation.
-Hayate bonded with a world-destroying Lost Logia and it's powerful Knights. Standard procedure against the Book of Darkness was slated to be Exterminatus due to a history of non-cooperative wielders. When the wielder proved cooperative, they hired her, though under functionally lifetime supervision and conditional limiters(which, to be fair, have keys held by people she know and trusts)
-Erio, Subaru, Ginga, are all genetically engineered and/or modified personnel, recovered from illegal labs and then hired after socialization.
-Half the defeated Numbers are hired by TSAB or affiliates after their defeat, along with Lutecia, who was key to a major terrorist attack.
-Touma, living vector of a high mortality virus and potentially apocalyptic artifact. Due to cooperation, put under supervision by the TSAB and largely left alone.
Based on precedent, the TSAB vastly prefers to take the option that has the person wielding the super artifact working for them eventually, provided they AREN'T uncontrollable lunatics.
A few years.
Precia… or Presea… or however you spell her name, had mana-poisoning from the exploding reactor. That, I believe, is canon (at least, the part about it directly leading to her poor health is. The actual mechanism I don't believe was ever explained). Nanoha isn't dying from being a powerful mage. The difference in their situations is the same as the difference between the radiation exposure from standing near ground zero of a nuclear bomb test and the radiation exposure you get from the natural decay of atoms in your body.
That said, Nanoha is on leave and playing the role of house-wife to her precious Fate-chan and raising Vivio for a few years, which I believe is also canon. Sooner or later, the creators will just admit that Nanoha and Fate are a couple and quit hinting at the subject, I know it!
Nanoha's case is more of chronic overwork, of a sort most mages never attain, since she uses Starlight Breaker to draw massive quantities of external magical energy(where most mages are limited to internal), makes heavy usage of Cartridges to generate mana surges to run stronger spells more quickly, and then of all things, made use of the Blaster system to increase the number of output points for her magical energy when she hit the limit of her ability to shoot it from one point.
Functionally, she's that person who took a 16 hour work day, cut down on lunchbreaks to get more work time, used Red Bull to get more energy in the time she's working, and then invested serious effort into finding a way to work while sleeping.
She actually contracted a lung disease at later date that she never sought treatment for there is also the fact that the very reason the TSAB uses magic so heavily is because it's clean source of energy.
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Archeo Lumiere
The Prince's Archivist
- Location
- Lumiose City, Kalos
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
This is what I meant, exactly this stuff!
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
*facepalm*
No Archeo, that is not what you meant. The two are not remotely comparable. Overworking is not radiation poisoning. Please pay closer attention to what's being said.
wkz
Probably on the other side of the world from you
Always Late
Lacking in coffee, sleep, and brains
- Location
- Ohio
Don't make me get out the lemons.FTFY? (
Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
Talk about a toxic relationship.FTFY? (
wkz
Probably on the other side of the world from you
But seriously now, I get what you guys are getting at. But the truth is: canon Nanoha's job is dangerous at times, and that's putting it lightly.
If we're still using the "overworking guy" analogy, she made one tiny mistake due to an unrested, stressed mind... ... in [insert dangerous job of choice here] (nuclear plant). And said job does not tolerate mistakes.
Her overwork contributed quite a bit, but it's not the primary, direct cause of her timeskip injuries IIRC.
If we're still using the "overworking guy" analogy, she made one tiny mistake due to an unrested, stressed mind... ... in [insert dangerous job of choice here] (nuclear plant
). And said job does not tolerate mistakes.Her overwork contributed quite a bit, but it's not the primary, direct cause of her timeskip injuries IIRC.
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Not even that. The cause of her being on enforced medical leave is explicitly overstraining her Linker Core, NOT any magical damage or anything. This is the girl who, when her Linker Core was being drained away, fired Starlight Breaker just before it ran out of power. She continued fighting after being impaled.
You don't need any magic radiation analogies. She's just lifting more than she physically should and doing serious long term damage.
You don't need any magic radiation analogies. She's just lifting more than she physically should and doing serious long term damage.
Archeo Lumiere
The Prince's Archivist
- Location
- Lumiose City, Kalos
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
I mean that's what I was referring to, but I didn't remember precisely how Nanoha was fucking herself up.
Emigration 4.8
Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
[ ] A Dragon's Hoard
Emigration 4.8
Thursday, March 24
Staring at the open browser window, you reconsider once again what the hell you're going to say. You were lost on what to tell Dragon immediately after receiving her email, and in the two weeks since, you haven't come up with anything spectacular. That's without dwelling on the little fact that it has taken you two weeks to say anything. You really hope Dragon won't think badly about you after postponing this for so long.
Samantha purrs from her spot in your lap, and you stroke her soft fur for a moment. Once you had mostly recovered from draining your mana to power the radio – recovered enough to walk without the room spinning, at least – she had shifted into her pet form and stayed like that. Her drain on your Linker Core is apparently lessened significantly when she is small like this, and even though Perfect Storm had said that maintaining her human form would not stress you, she is insistent. So long as you aren't supposed to cast any magic, she will stay an unremarkable raccoon unless you need her to keep you safe.
And you've allowed yourself to get distracted again. Dragon! What are you going to do about Dragon? It was one thing when you thought you had a computer core from the crashed ship, the Agharti; you aren't a Tinker, but there might have been information on the system that would give you just enough of a background that you could pass for one through the course of a casual conversation. But you didn't find a computer, did you? You found a radio, which leaves you with no more knowledge than you had before.
Knowledge pertinent to this discussion, that is. You got quite a bit of info about angry space wizard cops, but that terrifying nugget is one you have no idea what to do with just yet. Particularly the bit about them now knowing where you are.
«Mistress need not contact the Dragon at this time.»
"No, I really do," you tell your Device. "I just don't know what to say."
Stretching out in your lap, Samantha suggests, «Why don't you start with 'Hi' and go from there?»
A fat lot of good that suggestion is, and from the twinkle in her amber eyes, she knows it. You give her tail a gentle yank in retaliation, smiling at her when she glares up at you.
Okay, enough distractions. Time to type. "Dragon," you read aloud as you type out the private message, "I apologize for the time it has taken me to reply. I have been rather busy— No, that doesn't work. She's a hell of a lot busier than I am." Your fingers tap dance on the keys of your laptop while you think. "Settling in to a new town took me longer than I expected. I know you're probably busy, but if you want to chat sometime today, I'll be free. If not, just let me know. My schedule's pretty open most of the time. That should work, don't you think? Friendly and casual?"
«Sure. It's not like she's going to get huffy at you because you were too informal. It's an email on PHO.»
"True." You hit the send button and lean back. "Now we just have to wait for her response. Storm, can you keep an eye on my account and let me know when she replies? I don't want to keep her waiting—"
The computer dings.
«The Dragon has replied.»
"I noticed," you say in a dry tone. Opening the message, you find only a link leading to – according to Google – a video chat site known for its strong security. "Hey, just deploying my Barrier Jacket won't strain my Core too badly, would it? I don't think an old t-shirt is the thing great first impressions are based on."
«Video stream can be edited prior to transmission.»
"So that's a no, then?" Perfect Storm does not deny it, and with a small sigh you click the link. "This had better not blow up in my face."
The page loads, and the little screen in the corner that shows what Dragon is going to see shows you as you are for a brief instant before it blacks out. When it comes back, your digital self is wearing your Barrier Jacket and sitting in front of a featureless black background. Right after that change is made, the main screen comes to life and reveals a woman's face, her 'skin' made of blue characters falling from the top of the screen. Dragon smiles, and you stare as the symbols briefly flow around the changing shape before resuming their straight downwards march. "Good afternoon, Calamity Witch."
You'd think having a private chat with Alexandria would have inured you to talking to world-famous heroes, but your tongue is still tied for a moment before you clear your throat and reply, "Good afternoon to you, too. You can just call me Calamity if you want. I know my full name's a bit of a mouthful."
"It's not the worst I've ever heard. That prize goes to a Native American hero I met once," she says when you look at her curiously. "He was an Alexandria package who called himself He Who Flies Among the Eagles. Stereotypical, maybe, but certainly memorable. He also refused to shorten his name, which probably played a role in why the PRT gave him the nickname Flyboy."
"He didn't take that well, did he?"
"Not in the slightest."
You chuckle lightly, which is the reaction Dragon is going for if her widened smile is any indication. "I hope I didn't distract you from anything important, but I figured two weeks without any answer was pushing the boundary of rude."
"You didn't need to feel obligated to reply," the legendary Tinker replies with a small frown. "I just wanted you to know that you could call me if you wanted to. As for interruptions, you actually caught me at an opportune time. I was just finishing up a report about the Cornell incident for the PRT."
"Cornell…. You mean about how everyone in that auditorium was turned to stone?" She nods. "That is a scary power. I know there was talk on the news about some people saying it might have been an accident, but was there any proof of that?"
Dragon sighs and shakes her head. "That is part of what is in the report I mentioned. Some of the evidence the initial investigators found proves that this was definitely not an accident, if for the sole reason that the parahuman in question is not a Shaker as first thought. She is a Tinker. More specifically, she is possibly a bomb Tinker."
"Bomb… Tinker?" you repeat hesitantly. Did you really hear that right? "Powers are weird."
"Yes, they are. I do not believe that powers determine whether someone becomes a hero or a villain, but then instances like this come up that make me wonder." She smiles. "And speaking of heroic Tinkers, how are your projects coming? Most Tinkers reach their peak production volume at the beginning of their careers when they are still finding their limits. I remember my first projects," she says in a fond voice, "and even if they are crude compared to what I do now, they still have a special place in my heart."
"Uh…." Great start, Taylor. That's really Oscar-worthy acting right there. "I…. I've been a little busy just getting the lay of the land here. All the little hassles that come along with moving, you know?"
She hums distractedly. "Once you finish setting up your workshop, feel free to contact me if you ever want someone to bounce ideas off of. I have always enjoyed collaborating with other Tinkers." With a light laugh, she adds, "Which reminds me that I don't even know what your specialization is. Few Tinkers can achieve the variety of effects of which your staff is capable. Durability, plus pyrokinetic blasts, plus unassisted flight, plus force fields? The only specialty I can think of that could manage all that is energy manipulation of some kind, which is so broad a field as to put you close to Hero's level. I don't know that even I could put all those functions into a single machine, and that doesn't even come close to how you made yourself completely immune to the Simurgh's Scream. It should come as no surprise, but that has been a holy grail for Tinkers ever since she made her first appearance.
"I suppose the question I have been dying to ask is somewhat obvious now," she concludes with another laugh. "How did you do it?"
Well. That's a tricky question, isn't it?
Before anyone asks, no, I don't have any plans for Bakuda at the moment. It's just that I realized as I was writing that the date I have listed is the day after Lung recruited Bakuda in canon, so I felt mentioning her was appropriate.
Yet another conversation choice. Let's see how you do this time. (Please don't fuck it up!)
[ ] Tell her Perfect Storm is your creation and baffle her with bullshit
[ ] Tell her you found Perfect Storm but don't know anything about how it works
[ ] Tell her about magic but stay quiet about its extraterrestrial origins
[ ] Tell her what little you know about the alien space wizards and their tech
Emigration 4.8
Thursday, March 24
Staring at the open browser window, you reconsider once again what the hell you're going to say. You were lost on what to tell Dragon immediately after receiving her email, and in the two weeks since, you haven't come up with anything spectacular. That's without dwelling on the little fact that it has taken you two weeks to say anything. You really hope Dragon won't think badly about you after postponing this for so long.
Samantha purrs from her spot in your lap, and you stroke her soft fur for a moment. Once you had mostly recovered from draining your mana to power the radio – recovered enough to walk without the room spinning, at least – she had shifted into her pet form and stayed like that. Her drain on your Linker Core is apparently lessened significantly when she is small like this, and even though Perfect Storm had said that maintaining her human form would not stress you, she is insistent. So long as you aren't supposed to cast any magic, she will stay an unremarkable raccoon unless you need her to keep you safe.
And you've allowed yourself to get distracted again. Dragon! What are you going to do about Dragon? It was one thing when you thought you had a computer core from the crashed ship, the Agharti; you aren't a Tinker, but there might have been information on the system that would give you just enough of a background that you could pass for one through the course of a casual conversation. But you didn't find a computer, did you? You found a radio, which leaves you with no more knowledge than you had before.
Knowledge pertinent to this discussion, that is. You got quite a bit of info about angry space wizard cops, but that terrifying nugget is one you have no idea what to do with just yet. Particularly the bit about them now knowing where you are.
«Mistress need not contact the Dragon at this time.»
"No, I really do," you tell your Device. "I just don't know what to say."
Stretching out in your lap, Samantha suggests, «Why don't you start with 'Hi' and go from there?»
A fat lot of good that suggestion is, and from the twinkle in her amber eyes, she knows it. You give her tail a gentle yank in retaliation, smiling at her when she glares up at you.
Okay, enough distractions. Time to type. "Dragon," you read aloud as you type out the private message, "I apologize for the time it has taken me to reply. I have been rather busy— No, that doesn't work. She's a hell of a lot busier than I am." Your fingers tap dance on the keys of your laptop while you think. "Settling in to a new town took me longer than I expected. I know you're probably busy, but if you want to chat sometime today, I'll be free. If not, just let me know. My schedule's pretty open most of the time. That should work, don't you think? Friendly and casual?"
«Sure. It's not like she's going to get huffy at you because you were too informal. It's an email on PHO.»
"True." You hit the send button and lean back. "Now we just have to wait for her response. Storm, can you keep an eye on my account and let me know when she replies? I don't want to keep her waiting—"
The computer dings.
«The Dragon has replied.»
"I noticed," you say in a dry tone. Opening the message, you find only a link leading to – according to Google – a video chat site known for its strong security. "Hey, just deploying my Barrier Jacket won't strain my Core too badly, would it? I don't think an old t-shirt is the thing great first impressions are based on."
«Video stream can be edited prior to transmission.»
"So that's a no, then?" Perfect Storm does not deny it, and with a small sigh you click the link. "This had better not blow up in my face."
The page loads, and the little screen in the corner that shows what Dragon is going to see shows you as you are for a brief instant before it blacks out. When it comes back, your digital self is wearing your Barrier Jacket and sitting in front of a featureless black background. Right after that change is made, the main screen comes to life and reveals a woman's face, her 'skin' made of blue characters falling from the top of the screen. Dragon smiles, and you stare as the symbols briefly flow around the changing shape before resuming their straight downwards march. "Good afternoon, Calamity Witch."
You'd think having a private chat with Alexandria would have inured you to talking to world-famous heroes, but your tongue is still tied for a moment before you clear your throat and reply, "Good afternoon to you, too. You can just call me Calamity if you want. I know my full name's a bit of a mouthful."
"It's not the worst I've ever heard. That prize goes to a Native American hero I met once," she says when you look at her curiously. "He was an Alexandria package who called himself He Who Flies Among the Eagles. Stereotypical, maybe, but certainly memorable. He also refused to shorten his name, which probably played a role in why the PRT gave him the nickname Flyboy."
"He didn't take that well, did he?"
"Not in the slightest."
You chuckle lightly, which is the reaction Dragon is going for if her widened smile is any indication. "I hope I didn't distract you from anything important, but I figured two weeks without any answer was pushing the boundary of rude."
"You didn't need to feel obligated to reply," the legendary Tinker replies with a small frown. "I just wanted you to know that you could call me if you wanted to. As for interruptions, you actually caught me at an opportune time. I was just finishing up a report about the Cornell incident for the PRT."
"Cornell…. You mean about how everyone in that auditorium was turned to stone?" She nods. "That is a scary power. I know there was talk on the news about some people saying it might have been an accident, but was there any proof of that?"
Dragon sighs and shakes her head. "That is part of what is in the report I mentioned. Some of the evidence the initial investigators found proves that this was definitely not an accident, if for the sole reason that the parahuman in question is not a Shaker as first thought. She is a Tinker. More specifically, she is possibly a bomb Tinker."
"Bomb… Tinker?" you repeat hesitantly. Did you really hear that right? "Powers are weird."
"Yes, they are. I do not believe that powers determine whether someone becomes a hero or a villain, but then instances like this come up that make me wonder." She smiles. "And speaking of heroic Tinkers, how are your projects coming? Most Tinkers reach their peak production volume at the beginning of their careers when they are still finding their limits. I remember my first projects," she says in a fond voice, "and even if they are crude compared to what I do now, they still have a special place in my heart."
"Uh…." Great start, Taylor. That's really Oscar-worthy acting right there. "I…. I've been a little busy just getting the lay of the land here. All the little hassles that come along with moving, you know?"
She hums distractedly. "Once you finish setting up your workshop, feel free to contact me if you ever want someone to bounce ideas off of. I have always enjoyed collaborating with other Tinkers." With a light laugh, she adds, "Which reminds me that I don't even know what your specialization is. Few Tinkers can achieve the variety of effects of which your staff is capable. Durability, plus pyrokinetic blasts, plus unassisted flight, plus force fields? The only specialty I can think of that could manage all that is energy manipulation of some kind, which is so broad a field as to put you close to Hero's level. I don't know that even I could put all those functions into a single machine, and that doesn't even come close to how you made yourself completely immune to the Simurgh's Scream. It should come as no surprise, but that has been a holy grail for Tinkers ever since she made her first appearance.
"I suppose the question I have been dying to ask is somewhat obvious now," she concludes with another laugh. "How did you do it?"
Well. That's a tricky question, isn't it?
Before anyone asks, no, I don't have any plans for Bakuda at the moment. It's just that I realized as I was writing that the date I have listed is the day after Lung recruited Bakuda in canon, so I felt mentioning her was appropriate.
Yet another conversation choice. Let's see how you do this time. (Please don't fuck it up!)
[ ] Tell her Perfect Storm is your creation and baffle her with bullshit
[ ] Tell her you found Perfect Storm but don't know anything about how it works
[ ] Tell her about magic but stay quiet about its extraterrestrial origins
[ ] Tell her what little you know about the alien space wizards and their tech
RoninSword
Sky God
- Location
- Canada
[ ] Tell her about magic but stay quiet about its extraterrestrial origins
I think we should do this. Make is sound like our power is more just energy manipulation on our own and the staff acts like a focusing item.
I think we should do this. Make is sound like our power is more just energy manipulation on our own and the staff acts like a focusing item.
[X] Tell her you found Perfect Storm but don't know anything about how it works
Admitting to extraterrestrial contact could be bad, but let's not kid ourselves, there is no way we are going to manage to "baffle" the world's premier Tinker with technobabble. Letting her know we are not a Tinker helps us stay on the level with her.
For those who would argue that it makes us a target for theft, being labelled a Tinker would make us a target as well. Either way, we would be targeted. This at least gives a potential ally a somewhat accurate measure of our skills, while also giving us a potential Ace with whatever level of ability to do magic without Perfect Storm we gain.
Admitting to extraterrestrial contact could be bad, but let's not kid ourselves, there is no way we are going to manage to "baffle" the world's premier Tinker with technobabble. Letting her know we are not a Tinker helps us stay on the level with her.
For those who would argue that it makes us a target for theft, being labelled a Tinker would make us a target as well. Either way, we would be targeted. This at least gives a potential ally a somewhat accurate measure of our skills, while also giving us a potential Ace with whatever level of ability to do magic without Perfect Storm we gain.
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But we could go with the whole Magic thing, and make her either think we're doing our best Myrddin impression, or that we're a bit off kilter.
Either way, she'll think we're bullshitting since she knows that PS is tech, and we could still possibly set up a meeting with her in a situation where we could cut jam the connection that Saint has. Maybe.
PS can do some incredible bullshit, so it's possible.
RoninSword
Sky God
- Location
- Canada
[X] Tell her you found Perfect Storm but don't know anything about how it works
Hello there Bakuda. A petrification bomb sounds like the screwed up shit she likes to inflict on others all right.
Ah, okay. I was getting a little worried we might have had to fight her in the near future...
Still considering what I think is the best option here.