Magical Girl Escalation Taylor (Worm/Nanoha)
- Thread starter Silently Watches
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Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
The language it was first using wasn't actually Belkan…
Xelathered
Evil Empress of the Adrestian Empire
- Location
- Fodlan
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Was it speaking Al-hazardian or whatever there language was because I can't remember right now if they had one, it was a jewel seed originally right?
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
I found it. He's speaking Al Bhed from FF-X/FF-X2.
Translator
"Nakecdan: haf ican."
"Tufhmuyt: myhkiyka (mulym)."
"Register: new user."
"Download: language (local)."
Option 3 does look better if you take into account at how powerful Taylor needs to be to support more than one GB.
Xelathered
Evil Empress of the Adrestian Empire
- Location
- Fodlan
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Al Bhed I didn't even know that there was even a translation for that thats kinda funny huh I was close because it has Al in it (As in I wasn't even close at all.)
Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
That wasn't Al-Hazardan (Al Bhed, yes, but it represented an in-universe language). Obviously they did or they wouldn't have been able to make a civilization. No, PS is not and never was a Jewel Seed.
Xelathered
Evil Empress of the Adrestian Empire
- Location
- Fodlan
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Damn thats what I always assumed since it kinda fit with the whole jewel that granted wishes but I was wrong the whole time huh I might have to reread it now
jwolfe_beta
Semi Genre-Savvy Overlord
- Location
- Canada
And if it was a different language from Belkan, well the Empire did do a fair amount of conquering.
Could explain why Calamity Witch doesn't like the Saint Kaisers. They attacked/destroyer/conquered her home nation/country.
Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
Quick question. Does anyone remember the name of Taylor's art teacher? That's the only one I can't find.
JadeKaiser
Uninspired Custom Title
- Location
- Under Your Bed
Good chance it was never mentioned.
- Location
- Mountains and rivers
True enough. However, the GB will be strong either way, so this post is entirely irrelevant to what I posted.
I also posted a joke, if the innuendo wasn't obvious enough. Even has a 'Funny' rating. I feel so accomplished.
Option 1 for me.
Set Up! 1.5
Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
[ ] Become the Privateers' first mate – Joining the new family business might be pretty fun. If nothing else, you'll always have undue influence over the boss.
[ ] Calamity Witch
Set Up! 1.5
January 31
You do your best to ignore the incessant giggles of Madison and her little retinue. This is a trick they've tried before and often: they will keep making noise until you look their way, and then they will point at you as though you were the source of their amusement the entire time. On those rare days when their behavior hasn't made you want to scream, you've wondered just what it is that they get out of mocking you. Are their lives really so boring, so pointless, that they have nothing else to entertain themselves with besides getting a rise out of you? Is being a high school bully the highlight of their day, and as soon as the bell rings to dismiss classes, they descend downwards into a grey, nihilistic abyss? Or is there just something so broken in their heads that they can't experience happiness unless it comes at someone else's expense?
If that were the case, you would almost pity them. 'Almost' because your vibrant imagination is currently busy transposing their faces onto the simulation dummies you blasted apart with Flare Shooter.
«Projectile imminent from 5 o'clock.»
And this is the reason you have trouble coming up with sympathy no matter what the reasons behind them tormenting you are. Reaching into the instincts that are becoming more and more familiar, you twist your head backwards into a circle, tossing your hair at the same time that the spitball someone – likely Madison – sends through the space you previously occupied. It strikes Ki-Woo, one of the most obvious ABB members at Winslow, in the back of the head, but when he looks back to see who hit him, you have already returned your eyes to your notes. From the corner of your eye, you look behind to see that Madison is staring at him with wide eyes, a wide straw still conspicuous in her hands.
Serves her right.
By the time the bell announcing the start of the lunch hour rings, several other Asian students are glaring at Madison, and even Mr. Gladly has figured out that something is about to go down. Not that he will step in to prevent it, of course. The World Issues teacher goes out of his way to be seen as the cool teacher, the one all the popular students hang out with when class is over, but just because he's a spineless attention-whore doesn't mean he's an idiot. If the ABB is about to kick off a riot by stabbing one of his favorite students, you would put all the money you still have that he would get as far away from ground zero as he possibly could.
You swing your backpack over your shoulder and hustle out the door with everyone else. They are headed to the cafeteria, but you are looking for somewhere a little less crowded where you can eat your lunch in peace. You'll have to do it quickly, though. Madison is sure to tell Emma and Sophia that you evaded her little prank, and you know from personal experience that dodging one attack will only make the next one wor—
No. No, you won't run and hide. Not again.
You stop in your tracks as you try to figure out where that sudden flash of disgust and determination came from. It doesn't take long to puzzle out. You are a hero now. You made a pledge to drive the gangs out of Brockton Bay, and in return you were given the sheer firepower necessary to transform that pledge into established fact. You even claimed for yourself the ominous-sounding and mildly melodramatic moniker 'Calamity Witch' so that just the mere mention of your name will send an instinctive shiver down villains' spines.
And you're going to let yourself be pushed around by a bunch of powerless little schoolgirls?
To hell with that!
You wish you could say that you swept into the cafeteria with a flourish, all the guys and even some of the girls turning their heads to follow you as you strut across the floor. That doesn't happen, of course; a few people do look up briefly when you walk through the doors, but they quickly dismiss you and return their attention to their food. Maybe if you ditched the hoodie? Even with it hanging open, it is still bulky and shapeless. But you don't really want all the attention; you just want them to stop thinking you are someone they can walk over.
Claiming an unoccupied table, you pull your brown paper bag out of your backpack and empty it. A sandwich and an apple; nothing spectacular, but as you take the first bite, you think it's the best lunch you've had in a long while. Maybe it's because of the lack of eau de toilet.
"What does she think she's doing here?"
"Yeah, doesn't she know this is where people come to eat lunch?"
"Maybe she doesn't realize just how much she smells."
You roll your eyes. And obviously Emma's pet bitches would come over before you've had time to actually eat. Haven't they ever heard of basic courtesy?
It's not like they have anything meaningful to say. You tune them out, your mind instead wandering to the strange dream you had the previous night. You were flying over the archipelago that had served as the backdrop to the training simulations, but now there were small villages scattered about that were burning to the ground. While you surveyed the carnage, people soared up from the ground with, hard as it was to believe, swords and lances and axes. They were wearing the same style of armor the simulation's targets had worn, and you never stopped to ask them what happened or what they were doing there. A green-scaled human dived in close to keep them occupied while you waved your hand and conjured up a swarm of green and orange bullets, and then you smashed a Rust Shooter and a Flare Shooter into all of them. You should have felt disgusted when blood and ruined flesh rained down onto the flames, but you didn't. All you felt at the time was rage and hatred, though the feelings had been strangely muted, as if you were looking at a memory from long ago.
Perfect Storm hadn't known what to tell you when you questioned it about the dream, but you have a suspicion you know what the answer is. It had said that the 'template' it installed was named Calamity Witch, and from various hints it dropped, you wonder if there was a real person whose powers yours are based on. Are these her memories? Maybe she had fought gangs in her corner of the globe – perhaps Africa, considering the array of warlords that had carved up the continent into little fiefdoms and the barrenness of the landscape in your dream – and somehow copied herself into Perfect Storm so she could give her powers to someone else who wanted to do the same?
If that were true, it begged the question 'How?!' for any number of reasons, but you highly doubt that she would have done this on a whim. Most likely she did it because she was dying or knew she didn't have long to live before the gangs she fought killed her in retaliation. If true, that means that you aren't just the recipient of her gift; you are, for all practical purposes, her heir. You owe it to her memory to succeed where she failed.
"Taylor!"
You glance up at your former best friend's irritated shout. Several of the girls around her are staring at you nonplussed; how long were they hurling jabs your way without any reaction? "Sorry, I wasn't paying you any attention. Did you want something?"
She stares at you in disbelief. There are other emotions mixed in that you can just barely spot: the wrinkle of her nose from disgust, the furrow between her eyebrows from anger, the red on her cheeks from embarrassment. If you didn't know better, you'd think that her displeasure is because this is all supposed to be some kind of perverse theater and you're refusing to say your lines.
Then again, maybe that is all this is to her. Her expression certainly lends weight to your earlier musings about the mindset of bullies.
Rather than respond to you directly, she directs her gaze away. Downwards, specifically. "That's a nice necklace, Taylor. Too nice for something you could ever afford. Hey, Julia, didn't you have a necklace that looked like that go missing last week?" She reaches out as though to grab it.
Your fingers wrap around her wrist in an iron grip. Too many of your things Emma has trashed or stolen over the last eighteen months, but your Device? No chance. You would see all these girls in front of you dead before you considered it for even a second.
"I'm really not in the mood to deal with your shit today, Emma," you tell her in a soft voice, an ugly smile sliding onto your face. "Go away."
"You don't get to tell me what—"
Her voice cuts off when you squeeze, digging your fingertips between the bones of her forearms. She has Sophia to thank for how you know how to do this, which is an irony that makes your smile grow. "You know, I've been wondering something. As soon as we started here, you made it your life's goal to bully me. Why?"
She yanks her hand out of your grasp. "Because there are some people who don't deserve even being alive. They're wastes who drag everyone around them down into worthlessness just by being there." She scoffs as her own words leave a foul taste in her mouth. "That's what you are. Even the Merchants would be too disgusted by you to let you join them."
Your teeth peek out from your grin just a little. She's right, in a way; once you start wiping the Merchants out, just like you're going to do to the Empire and the ABB, they probably wouldn't let you join up. "You should have let me know you thought that earlier. If I had known, I wouldn't have wasted all that time being your friend."
"You wasted your time?" Emma flips her red hair behind her in a strange echo of what you did in Gladly's class. "You wouldn't have had any friends at all if I hadn't let you hang on to me all the time. I was the one whose time was wasted."
"You're the one going out of her way to do things to me. How much time did you spend on the locker?"
"Clearly not enough if you still think you're welcome here."
"If you want to think that, fine," you say with a shrug. This was all just more petty bullshit. Why had you ever thought this important? "Consider your 'lesson' delivered. Bye-bye."
The last bite of sandwich disappears into your mouth, and you grab the apple with one hand and your backpack with the other. Emma and her posse have pushed up right next to your table to hem you in and make themselves look more threatening, and because of that, you barely have room to stand up without bumping into them. Too bad for Emma that you really don't give a shit anymore. An unexpected shove with your shoulder sends her backwards, and with your right foot slipped between her own on the sly, she topples to the linoleum floor. Sophia takes a step forward, her fists clenched, but then she stops and sneers at you, cruel triumph apparent in her gaze.
The crunch of the apple is all you hear when you walk out the front doors of the school. That was a mistake, you know; Emma is sure to run to the principal and complain that you shoved her for no reason, and she'll have a gaggle of witnesses who will repeat her story. By the end of school today, tomorrow for sure, you'll probably have a week-long suspension waiting for you, and that is just more time for the Trio to come up with some fresh retaliation.
«Why did you not defeat them?» Perfect Storm asks, the first words it has spoken since you arrived this morning. You really did not want to let the world know that you have a piece of self-aware Tinkertech in your possession.
"Because if I had started a fight, I might have won, but then that would just play up to the story they're going to tell the principal. It's going to be bad enough as it is already."
Your Device chimes in apparent agreement. «Do not fight enemies on their terms. Bring them to a battlefield of your choosing.»
"I wish I could do that." With a sad smile, you pat the jewel. "Unfortunately, this place doesn't work like that. They're only going to cause problems here, where they know they can do whatever they want and not get punished for it."
«Why do you stay?»
"Why do I—? Storm, I can't just not go to school! I have to go if I want to graduate." Though with the Trio stealing or destroying your homework, it isn't like your grades are anything approaching good right now, anyway. You were barely passing when school let out for Christmas, and come May, you'd be surprised if you don't have to repeat sophomore year.
«Can Mistress not learn on your own?»
A moment to figure out what it's asking, and you shake your head. "I can get a GED, but I still need to know the information, and all textbooks for my classes? Those are expensive—"
«Accessing local electromagnetic communication network,» Perfect Storm interrupts. «Accessing accounting documents and personnel-specific documents. Fifty-eight documents named. Accessing global communication network.» You stare at the jewel in shock, now starting to understand just what the term 'Intelligent Device' really means. «Digital copies found. Would you like me to start download, Mistress?»
"Can you find Arcadia's book list, too?" you can't help but ask.
«Searching…. Accessing Arcadia High School communication network. Accessing general listing.» Seriously, it just hacked through Arcadia's firewalls that quickly? «120 additional documents found. Digital copies available for all 178 documents.»
You wrestle with your decision for several seconds, which is far less than you know you should need. "You know what? Do it." You don't know all the requirements you would need to meet to qualify for homeschooling, but it probably isn't that hard, and you've heard that sixteen-year-olds can take the test for their GED. Of course, that means getting your dad's permission, which requires telling him about all this….
Then again, it isn't like he wouldn't figure it out all on his own, anyway. You suspect that he's going to pay a lot more attention to you now that everything about you and Perfect Storm and him is out in the open. Ironic, isn't it, that it's the pair of you taking on secret identities that's finally drawing you closer together?
Your smile this time is wide and genuine. Zipping your coat up, you walk through the gates and away from Winslow for the last time. Your entire afternoon has just opened up for the foreseeable future, and there are all sorts of interesting things you can do with your free time.
Don't get mad at me! It was either pull Taylor out of school or have her eventually go Carrie on the whole damn place. As you can imagine, Calamity Witch could do a hell of a lot of damage to a bunch of unsuspecting civilians.
Playing hooky
[ ] Check in with your new team– Dad did say the Privateers were going to start their raids as soon as possible, and right now, you'd love to have something to shoot. Especially after you tell him you're dropping out of Winslow.
[ ] Search for crime to fight on your own – Sure, you're part of a group, but you need to prove to yourself that you can do this.
-[ ] Keep your eyes peeled for anything
-[ ] Choose a gang to wipe out
--[ ] Write-in
[ ] Get the paperwork for official independent hero team status – It's a good thing you didn't talk to the PRT the night you found Perfect Storm, isn't it? Your dad may not like you speaking up for the team, but it needs to be done. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
[ ] Research homeschooling and G.E.D.s – You're done with Winslow, but you still need proof that you're getting an education. The last thing you want is for your heroing to be curtailed because you're too busy dodging truant officers to look for crime.
[ ] Calamity Witch
Set Up! 1.5
January 31
You do your best to ignore the incessant giggles of Madison and her little retinue. This is a trick they've tried before and often: they will keep making noise until you look their way, and then they will point at you as though you were the source of their amusement the entire time. On those rare days when their behavior hasn't made you want to scream, you've wondered just what it is that they get out of mocking you. Are their lives really so boring, so pointless, that they have nothing else to entertain themselves with besides getting a rise out of you? Is being a high school bully the highlight of their day, and as soon as the bell rings to dismiss classes, they descend downwards into a grey, nihilistic abyss? Or is there just something so broken in their heads that they can't experience happiness unless it comes at someone else's expense?
If that were the case, you would almost pity them. 'Almost' because your vibrant imagination is currently busy transposing their faces onto the simulation dummies you blasted apart with Flare Shooter.
«Projectile imminent from 5 o'clock.»
And this is the reason you have trouble coming up with sympathy no matter what the reasons behind them tormenting you are. Reaching into the instincts that are becoming more and more familiar, you twist your head backwards into a circle, tossing your hair at the same time that the spitball someone – likely Madison – sends through the space you previously occupied. It strikes Ki-Woo, one of the most obvious ABB members at Winslow, in the back of the head, but when he looks back to see who hit him, you have already returned your eyes to your notes. From the corner of your eye, you look behind to see that Madison is staring at him with wide eyes, a wide straw still conspicuous in her hands.
Serves her right.
By the time the bell announcing the start of the lunch hour rings, several other Asian students are glaring at Madison, and even Mr. Gladly has figured out that something is about to go down. Not that he will step in to prevent it, of course. The World Issues teacher goes out of his way to be seen as the cool teacher, the one all the popular students hang out with when class is over, but just because he's a spineless attention-whore doesn't mean he's an idiot. If the ABB is about to kick off a riot by stabbing one of his favorite students, you would put all the money you still have that he would get as far away from ground zero as he possibly could.
You swing your backpack over your shoulder and hustle out the door with everyone else. They are headed to the cafeteria, but you are looking for somewhere a little less crowded where you can eat your lunch in peace. You'll have to do it quickly, though. Madison is sure to tell Emma and Sophia that you evaded her little prank, and you know from personal experience that dodging one attack will only make the next one wor—
No. No, you won't run and hide. Not again.
You stop in your tracks as you try to figure out where that sudden flash of disgust and determination came from. It doesn't take long to puzzle out. You are a hero now. You made a pledge to drive the gangs out of Brockton Bay, and in return you were given the sheer firepower necessary to transform that pledge into established fact. You even claimed for yourself the ominous-sounding and mildly melodramatic moniker 'Calamity Witch' so that just the mere mention of your name will send an instinctive shiver down villains' spines.
And you're going to let yourself be pushed around by a bunch of powerless little schoolgirls?
To hell with that!
You wish you could say that you swept into the cafeteria with a flourish, all the guys and even some of the girls turning their heads to follow you as you strut across the floor. That doesn't happen, of course; a few people do look up briefly when you walk through the doors, but they quickly dismiss you and return their attention to their food. Maybe if you ditched the hoodie? Even with it hanging open, it is still bulky and shapeless. But you don't really want all the attention; you just want them to stop thinking you are someone they can walk over.
Claiming an unoccupied table, you pull your brown paper bag out of your backpack and empty it. A sandwich and an apple; nothing spectacular, but as you take the first bite, you think it's the best lunch you've had in a long while. Maybe it's because of the lack of eau de toilet.
"What does she think she's doing here?"
"Yeah, doesn't she know this is where people come to eat lunch?"
"Maybe she doesn't realize just how much she smells."
You roll your eyes. And obviously Emma's pet bitches would come over before you've had time to actually eat. Haven't they ever heard of basic courtesy?
It's not like they have anything meaningful to say. You tune them out, your mind instead wandering to the strange dream you had the previous night. You were flying over the archipelago that had served as the backdrop to the training simulations, but now there were small villages scattered about that were burning to the ground. While you surveyed the carnage, people soared up from the ground with, hard as it was to believe, swords and lances and axes. They were wearing the same style of armor the simulation's targets had worn, and you never stopped to ask them what happened or what they were doing there. A green-scaled human dived in close to keep them occupied while you waved your hand and conjured up a swarm of green and orange bullets, and then you smashed a Rust Shooter and a Flare Shooter into all of them. You should have felt disgusted when blood and ruined flesh rained down onto the flames, but you didn't. All you felt at the time was rage and hatred, though the feelings had been strangely muted, as if you were looking at a memory from long ago.
Perfect Storm hadn't known what to tell you when you questioned it about the dream, but you have a suspicion you know what the answer is. It had said that the 'template' it installed was named Calamity Witch, and from various hints it dropped, you wonder if there was a real person whose powers yours are based on. Are these her memories? Maybe she had fought gangs in her corner of the globe – perhaps Africa, considering the array of warlords that had carved up the continent into little fiefdoms and the barrenness of the landscape in your dream – and somehow copied herself into Perfect Storm so she could give her powers to someone else who wanted to do the same?
If that were true, it begged the question 'How?!' for any number of reasons, but you highly doubt that she would have done this on a whim. Most likely she did it because she was dying or knew she didn't have long to live before the gangs she fought killed her in retaliation. If true, that means that you aren't just the recipient of her gift; you are, for all practical purposes, her heir. You owe it to her memory to succeed where she failed.
"Taylor!"
You glance up at your former best friend's irritated shout. Several of the girls around her are staring at you nonplussed; how long were they hurling jabs your way without any reaction? "Sorry, I wasn't paying you any attention. Did you want something?"
She stares at you in disbelief. There are other emotions mixed in that you can just barely spot: the wrinkle of her nose from disgust, the furrow between her eyebrows from anger, the red on her cheeks from embarrassment. If you didn't know better, you'd think that her displeasure is because this is all supposed to be some kind of perverse theater and you're refusing to say your lines.
Then again, maybe that is all this is to her. Her expression certainly lends weight to your earlier musings about the mindset of bullies.
Rather than respond to you directly, she directs her gaze away. Downwards, specifically. "That's a nice necklace, Taylor. Too nice for something you could ever afford. Hey, Julia, didn't you have a necklace that looked like that go missing last week?" She reaches out as though to grab it.
Your fingers wrap around her wrist in an iron grip. Too many of your things Emma has trashed or stolen over the last eighteen months, but your Device? No chance. You would see all these girls in front of you dead before you considered it for even a second.
"I'm really not in the mood to deal with your shit today, Emma," you tell her in a soft voice, an ugly smile sliding onto your face. "Go away."
"You don't get to tell me what—"
Her voice cuts off when you squeeze, digging your fingertips between the bones of her forearms. She has Sophia to thank for how you know how to do this, which is an irony that makes your smile grow. "You know, I've been wondering something. As soon as we started here, you made it your life's goal to bully me. Why?"
She yanks her hand out of your grasp. "Because there are some people who don't deserve even being alive. They're wastes who drag everyone around them down into worthlessness just by being there." She scoffs as her own words leave a foul taste in her mouth. "That's what you are. Even the Merchants would be too disgusted by you to let you join them."
Your teeth peek out from your grin just a little. She's right, in a way; once you start wiping the Merchants out, just like you're going to do to the Empire and the ABB, they probably wouldn't let you join up. "You should have let me know you thought that earlier. If I had known, I wouldn't have wasted all that time being your friend."
"You wasted your time?" Emma flips her red hair behind her in a strange echo of what you did in Gladly's class. "You wouldn't have had any friends at all if I hadn't let you hang on to me all the time. I was the one whose time was wasted."
"You're the one going out of her way to do things to me. How much time did you spend on the locker?"
"Clearly not enough if you still think you're welcome here."
"If you want to think that, fine," you say with a shrug. This was all just more petty bullshit. Why had you ever thought this important? "Consider your 'lesson' delivered. Bye-bye."
The last bite of sandwich disappears into your mouth, and you grab the apple with one hand and your backpack with the other. Emma and her posse have pushed up right next to your table to hem you in and make themselves look more threatening, and because of that, you barely have room to stand up without bumping into them. Too bad for Emma that you really don't give a shit anymore. An unexpected shove with your shoulder sends her backwards, and with your right foot slipped between her own on the sly, she topples to the linoleum floor. Sophia takes a step forward, her fists clenched, but then she stops and sneers at you, cruel triumph apparent in her gaze.
The crunch of the apple is all you hear when you walk out the front doors of the school. That was a mistake, you know; Emma is sure to run to the principal and complain that you shoved her for no reason, and she'll have a gaggle of witnesses who will repeat her story. By the end of school today, tomorrow for sure, you'll probably have a week-long suspension waiting for you, and that is just more time for the Trio to come up with some fresh retaliation.
«Why did you not defeat them?» Perfect Storm asks, the first words it has spoken since you arrived this morning. You really did not want to let the world know that you have a piece of self-aware Tinkertech in your possession.
"Because if I had started a fight, I might have won, but then that would just play up to the story they're going to tell the principal. It's going to be bad enough as it is already."
Your Device chimes in apparent agreement. «Do not fight enemies on their terms. Bring them to a battlefield of your choosing.»
"I wish I could do that." With a sad smile, you pat the jewel. "Unfortunately, this place doesn't work like that. They're only going to cause problems here, where they know they can do whatever they want and not get punished for it."
«Why do you stay?»
"Why do I—? Storm, I can't just not go to school! I have to go if I want to graduate." Though with the Trio stealing or destroying your homework, it isn't like your grades are anything approaching good right now, anyway. You were barely passing when school let out for Christmas, and come May, you'd be surprised if you don't have to repeat sophomore year.
«Can Mistress not learn on your own?»
A moment to figure out what it's asking, and you shake your head. "I can get a GED, but I still need to know the information, and all textbooks for my classes? Those are expensive—"
«Accessing local electromagnetic communication network,» Perfect Storm interrupts. «Accessing accounting documents and personnel-specific documents. Fifty-eight documents named. Accessing global communication network.» You stare at the jewel in shock, now starting to understand just what the term 'Intelligent Device' really means. «Digital copies found. Would you like me to start download, Mistress?»
"Can you find Arcadia's book list, too?" you can't help but ask.
«Searching…. Accessing Arcadia High School communication network. Accessing general listing.» Seriously, it just hacked through Arcadia's firewalls that quickly? «120 additional documents found. Digital copies available for all 178 documents.»
You wrestle with your decision for several seconds, which is far less than you know you should need. "You know what? Do it." You don't know all the requirements you would need to meet to qualify for homeschooling, but it probably isn't that hard, and you've heard that sixteen-year-olds can take the test for their GED. Of course, that means getting your dad's permission, which requires telling him about all this….
Then again, it isn't like he wouldn't figure it out all on his own, anyway. You suspect that he's going to pay a lot more attention to you now that everything about you and Perfect Storm and him is out in the open. Ironic, isn't it, that it's the pair of you taking on secret identities that's finally drawing you closer together?
Your smile this time is wide and genuine. Zipping your coat up, you walk through the gates and away from Winslow for the last time. Your entire afternoon has just opened up for the foreseeable future, and there are all sorts of interesting things you can do with your free time.
Don't get mad at me! It was either pull Taylor out of school or have her eventually go Carrie on the whole damn place. As you can imagine, Calamity Witch could do a hell of a lot of damage to a bunch of unsuspecting civilians.
Playing hooky
[ ] Check in with your new team– Dad did say the Privateers were going to start their raids as soon as possible, and right now, you'd love to have something to shoot. Especially after you tell him you're dropping out of Winslow.
[ ] Search for crime to fight on your own – Sure, you're part of a group, but you need to prove to yourself that you can do this.
-[ ] Keep your eyes peeled for anything
-[ ] Choose a gang to wipe out
--[ ] Write-in
[ ] Get the paperwork for official independent hero team status – It's a good thing you didn't talk to the PRT the night you found Perfect Storm, isn't it? Your dad may not like you speaking up for the team, but it needs to be done. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
[ ] Research homeschooling and G.E.D.s – You're done with Winslow, but you still need proof that you're getting an education. The last thing you want is for your heroing to be curtailed because you're too busy dodging truant officers to look for crime.
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[X] Get the paperwork for official independent hero team status – It's a good thing you didn't talk to the PRT the night you found Perfect Storm, isn't it? Your dad may not like you speaking up for the team, but it needs to be done. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
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- Pronouns
- He/Him
[x] Get the paperwork for official independent hero team status – It's a good thing you didn't talk to the PRT the night you found Perfect Storm, isn't it? Your dad may not like you speaking up for the team, but it needs to be done. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
I feel like this might be a bad idea... but I also feel if we don't do this soon we might get labeled as a gang.
I feel like this might be a bad idea... but I also feel if we don't do this soon we might get labeled as a gang.
Archeo Lumiere
The Prince's Archivist
- Location
- Lumiose City, Kalos
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
[x] Get the paperwork for official independent hero team status – It's a good thing you didn't talk to the PRT the night you found Perfect Storm, isn't it? Your dad may not like you speaking up for the team, but it needs to be done. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
The Stormbringer
Worm Fanfic & Crack Connoisseur
- Location
- Spaaaaace~!
[X] Get the paperwork for official independent hero team status – It's a good thing you didn't talk to the PRT the night you found Perfect Storm, isn't it? Your dad may not like you speaking up for the team, but it needs to be done. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
[X]Go home and run some more training scenarios. You need to make sure you can take down criminals non-lethally once the Privateers start raiding.
@Silently Watches is this allowed? I'm unsure of Taylor's ability to do non-lethal takedowns at this point, and I'd prefer to avoid accidentally killing gangbangers if possible.
@Silently Watches is this allowed? I'm unsure of Taylor's ability to do non-lethal takedowns at this point, and I'd prefer to avoid accidentally killing gangbangers if possible.
- Location
- Alabama
I'm not sure exactly where magical girls from nanoha fall on the power scale because I've never watched the show, but I'm guessing she could go S9 on all their assess and there wouldn't be much people could do about it. Maybe? Tell me if I'm wrong.
- Location
- Pittsburgh PA
- Pronouns
- He/Him
A tad more on the scale of leaving the school as nothing more than a crater.
OctarineShrike
Avatar of Mandos
You know how Harry Dresden has a problem with buildings? If she doesn't use a barrier spell, she'd have that problem taken up to 11.
[X] Get the paperwork for official independent hero team status – It's a good thing you didn't talk to the PRT the night you found Perfect Storm, isn't it? Your dad may not like you speaking up for the team, but it needs to be done. Better to ask for forgiveness than permission.
Definitely needed to avoid getting red flagged.
Definitely needed to avoid getting red flagged.