- Location
- Britain
Actually, for 10d100, the average roll is 505 (NdX has an average of N*[X+1]/2), so they were all above average. Except that third one. Still, though, I get your point.
Magical Girl Escalation Taylor (Worm/Nanoha)
- Thread starter Silently Watches
- Start date
- Location
- Oregon
Yeah, kinda starting to think that Cassie is part of the Simurgh, and the others mentioned are like, more significant groupings of shards within the collective.
I have no idea what happens when endbringer shards bud. Maybe they scatter over the recent battlefield, or maybe we get Cassiel's parents. And Cassiel.
I have no idea what happens when endbringer shards bud. Maybe they scatter over the recent battlefield, or maybe we get Cassiel's parents. And Cassiel.
Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
It really depends on whether or not you consider mental transfers to be killing someone. Cassiel herself, at least, does not. She DID ask Taylor to do precisely this after all.Well, my opinion of Taylor just took a big hit.
It seems like she vowed to save poor lil girl from captivity, but promptly decided to not bother with it too much and took the easy way out, even if it includes killing the girl in process of her saving.
Well, my opinion of Taylor just took a big hit.
It seems like she vowed to save poor lil girl from captivity, but promptly decided to not bother with it too much and took the easy way out, even if it includes killing the girl in process of her saving.
First off creating a copy does not mean killing the person. This isn't even a moral stance Dragons original once died because she was hardwired to kill off all successor copies that formed. Killing the original wasn't a needed step in creating the copy. Given the girl lacks that hardwire It is unlikely that Taylor will need to kill the original girl to create the copy. Which means that if the girl is copied rather then transferred the original version should remain in the cage.
What Taylor would be doing at worst would be the creation of a twin who would be free of the imprisonment as a replacement for the original. Which while not morally upstanding; would not be any form of murder.
Edit: I don't consider myself dead because I fell asleep or got in a plan if there was nothing left behind I don't see how the transfer isn't the same as flying delta.
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Archeo Lumiere
The Prince's Archivist
- Location
- Lumiose City, Kalos
- Pronouns
- He/Him/They/Them
That being said, Cassiel being copied is the worse of the two options, because she commits suicide/selfcide after the process is complete. If it's a mind transfer leaving a useless husk at least there's no lethal aftermath.
- Location
- Erebus
................HOW exactly does this include killing cassiel? You're making alot of very very big assumptions here, though the one about his gender is forgivable since nobody seems to have looked up the character.It seems like she vowed to save poor lil girl from captivity, but promptly decided to not bother with it too much and took the easy way out, even if it includes killing the girl in process of her saving.
The biggest reason we can't rescue cassi ourselves is because we dont know where he is, but as a Unison device of said, they will. We've shown the clear ability to frontload spells, so making an escape is easy with an itty bitty faery and we'd talk such things out either before or during the transfer.
- Location
- Ural, Russia, Earth
Look at these quotes and tell me what you see:
Because what I see is that Silently made it clear that either Cassie will not survive copying or she will survive it only to kill herself after that.
- Location
- Erebus
Ah, no, he said that you COULD make sure it scrambled his brain. That the kid is borderline suicidal. The part where he's learned telepathy in addition to parahuman powers means cass is magical, so as a UD they can rescue themselves. A few words from us, and borderline suicidal becomes hope.
You, are a pessimist.
Cassiel's a girl, dude:
Emphasis mine.
As for the rest? Are you sure that is hope? Because I'm of the opinion you're reading things that are not there.
- Location
- Russia
Theoretically, a UD version of her would know where she is, and can probably teleport in, take herself and teleport out. Or ask us to do that. Unless the Fallen are somehow magical, there's nothing they can do about that.
- Location
- Ural, Russia, Earth
- Location
- Russia
Oh, missed that. Well drat.
- Location
- Erebus
And I'm of the opinion you're a consistent naysayer.
The Fallen, for Fallen Son
This otoh may be a valid point.
Annnnd? What's your point? We're dealing with the Cassiel in this quest, who is a girl. Deal with it.
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Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
The Cassiel Taylor has been talking to is female.
It said that escape would be worth dying if that was the cost. It didn't say that she would kill herself after a part of her had already escaped.
No, you need to go (that distance/pi) to get anywhere in the world from anywhere else in the world.
- Location
- Ekaterinburg, Russia
It's likely going to sound condescending, but:
The Fallen worship Endbringers. This quest's End Goal is destroying the Endbringers. Now that I have put my mind to it, I come to the following conclusion.
All along, the Fallen were the designated enemy in this quest.
EDIT: To make it more bluntly obvious - the Fallen are going to come to kill us the moment we harm one of their precious Endbringers, and are going to launch a holy crusade for our extermination the moment we actually kill one. While there are still two more of the Endbringers running around.
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Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
I hadn't planned on another Fallen conflict, but it's certainly possible now.
...You gave Silently ideas, @Faraway-R . Oh joy. /s
Heatwave 9.21
Silently Watches
Professional Stalker
- Location
- Right behind you
[] Social – Perfect Storm
Plus bonus social!
Heatwave 9.21
Friday, June 24
"Tim! Come in, come in. What brings you out this way?"
The magi-Tinker gives Lacey a smile. "Curiosity, mainly. Hey Taylor." You wave back at him. "After going to see the Adepts, I've been wondering more and more about all the background information we have been working without. Where Perfect Storm came from, how it does what it does. Stuff like that."
"Pleased to offer information," your Device announces with just a little pride in its synthesized voice.
"Where it came from?" Now Lacey is looking at the jewel around your neck. "I honestly hadn't really stopped to think about that. By the time I could sit down and wonder, I guess I had gotten so used to you wearing it that it didn't even strike me as odd anymore. Now I'm curious, too."
You smile, but then the complexity of the issue raises its ugly head. "We might need to give you a quick bit of background on that first…"
All in all, you think Lacey takes the news of extradimensional humans fairly well.
"…What the fuck?"
…Mostly.
Tim leads her to the couch so he can sit on one side of her while Samantha takes the other. She has to blink a few times, but when her eyes are clear, she focuses on the blue necklace lying on the table. "So," she says slowly and almost cautiously, "you're from outer space?"
"Correct. Designed and manufactured on planet Galea."
A screen appears, showing a planet from just outside its own orbit, and all of you lean in. It doesn't look too different from Earth, you have to admit, though with more water or perhaps just smaller and more plentiful patches of green and brown. "It's beautiful. Is the planet all islands like this?"
"Galea 80% ocean, 20% landmass. Largest continent approximate size of Earth Bet's Australia. Location of Lunar Palace and Nix, capitol of Galea following full colonization of dark side of the planet."
"…Dark side of the planet."
The image of Galea shrinks to show its revolution around its sun. As the planet moves, it does not rotate the way Earth did but instead keeps the same set of islands and mini-continents facing the star the entire time. "Rotation and revolution same length, plus-minus eighty microcycles. Roughly eleven Earth Bet seconds. Light side of planet desert due to heat and lesser protection against solar radiation compared to Earth Bet. Dark side cold and semi-barren, native life forms limited to non-photosynthetic flora and bioluminescent fauna. Humans initially formed small tribal groups in temperate twilight zone. Expansion to dark side and later light side of planet infeasible until arrival of explorers from Al-Hazard and introduction of proto-Device technology. Prior to such point, magic only occasionally utilized, primarily in early and poorly understood gene modification, bombardment rituals, and psychic domestication of native predators for warfare with other tribes."
"I'm going to take a shot in the dark and guess Galeans were the first to figure out how to create Guardian Beasts, weren't they?" asks Samantha, startling Lacey who is reminded that yes, this supposed Case 53 she has gotten used to having around is actually an artificial life form.
"Initial uplifting protocol developed by civilization assimilated by Al-Hazard, but mages of Galea refined and distributed process to extent that reportedly surprised Al-Hazardan priesthood. Mistress's suggestion to assist in mass creation of Guardian Beasts via global communications system or autonomous Device much in line with Galean tradition."
Tim raises his hand then sheepishly lowers it, caught up in the moment and forgetting that despite the history lesson he was no longer a schoolboy. "Taylor mentioned a period called the Warring Ages. Was this Al-Hazard the one that started it, or an ally of Galea at the time, or what?"
"Incorrect. Al-Hazard destroyed in dimensional cataclysm multiple centuries before initiation of hostilities.
"Time period classified as Warring Ages began during extradimensional expansion of Galean Empire. Naval vessel of nearby Molse Conglomerate encountered and fired upon outpost belonging to world Belka. Unclear if firing accidental, purposeful, or manufactured propoganda. Belkan army fought and defeated Molsan ship with inferior numbers, and Belkan Empire thereafter attempted invasion, subjugation, or extermination of all worlds encountered. Galea first made aware of actions by attacked colony. Other imperial pretenders also initiated hostilities, leading to multi-front campaigns and unstable alliances."
"How long?" Lacey asks, finally speaking up. "How long did this last?"
Perfect Storm hesitates. "Undetermined. Immortal Assimilation Engine deactivated following usurpation of Galean throne. Reactivated only when found by mages initially believed to be Belkan scientists. Unaware scientists and marines citizens of TSAB until discussion with Enforcers."
"My turn to ask a question now." This is something that has been floating around in the back of your mind for a while, and it is more than slightly embarrassing that it has taken you this long to ask. "You told me a long time ago that my template, Calamity Witch, was based off a real person. What was she like? Are all the templates named after famous people?"
"Only Calamity Witch and Extinction Knight templates derived from individuals. Infinite Enhancement and Transcendent Gadgeteer collection of memories and capabilities tied to individual Linker Cores. Current skill sets not identical to originals. Much refinement and addition over centuries of use."
You look over at Tim, but if he is disappointed that his template doesn't have a special history, it doesn't show on his face.
"Calamity Witch origin, birth name Orianna Brevetti. Genetically engineered Galean bombardment mage in service to Dark Queen Lucrezia II. Highly decorated veteran, many successful missions against Belkan invaders. Sole bearer of Flare Mana Conversion Affinity. Died without issue. Bodyguard and lover of future Dark Queen Eleonora V. Brevetti volunteered as basis of Immortal Assimilation Engine bombardment template, and Dark Queen Eleonora signed imperial edict that template bear her call sign."
There is something wistful in Perfect Storm's voice, and you can't help but ask, "How are you doing with all this, Storm? Do you believe what the Enforcers told us, that Galea is gone?"
"Historical texts provided to Mistress comprehensive. High degree of consistency. Deception possible, but probability small. Conclusion: Galea indeed destroyed. I… grieve." You lay a hand on the jewel, doing the best you can to comfort the machine that is your closest friend. "Primary purpose: support Galean Empire against Belkans. Galea destroyed. Belka destroyed. Primary purpose lost. Secondary purpose: protect Mistress, assist in defeat of villains. Completion of secondary purpose yet possible. Much gratitude to Mistress."
Despite her initial doubts and surprised disbelief, Lacey seems to be getting more interested in the conversation as the information comes pouring in. It makes you wonder. Now that she knows your magic has an extraterrestrial origin, is she less interested? Has she thought about it and changed her mind about not wanting a template? You planned on saving the next template you make for someone you can trust to have your back, and Lacey has proven that she is more than willing to do that, even when it sets her against her own husband.
«Lacey,» you whisper, but she nevertheless jumps at the sound of your voice in her head. «It's okay. It's just me, Taylor. I wanted to ask you something, but I didn't know if you would want Tim and Sam hearing it just yet.»
«Is… how… …trol th… me?»
You couldn't understand a word of that. Thinking back to the advice Perfect Storm and Samantha gave you once upon a time – and by that, you mean just a few months ago – you tell her, «Pretend like you're talking out loud to me, just don't open your mouth.»
«Can you hear me now?» You give her a smile and a nod. Her telepathy is a whisper, but you can make out the words, which is good enough for the moment. «What did you want to ask?»
«Do you remember back when I gave Tim his template? I offered it to both of you. He was interested in magic, but you didn't sound like you were. Not right then, anyway. Have you thought about it any more since?»
She shrugs, distracting Samantha for a moment before the Guardian Beast goes back to asking questions about Galean entertainment. Maybe Samantha is trying to cheer Perfect Storm up? «Not really, I guess? I don't like fighting. If learning magic means I'd have to, I'm not really that interested.»
«You wouldn't have to fight, though. Tim doesn't fight with his template, and the Infinite Enhancement template Storm was talking about is for a support mage. It's all about giving boosts and healing to other people. Or you could ask Tim to make you a Device for a similar purpose. It's what he promised to one of the prospective mages we met up with a couple of days ago. He didn't want to fight, either.»
A contemplative look passes over her face. «That doesn't sound so bad—»
The front door bangs open, and Perfect Storm leaps into your hand without hesitation. Your Device's vigilance is unnecessary, as it turns out. It isn't villains or an angry mob that comes through the door. Just a single man, cheeks covered in stubble and shirt covered in rips and dirt and blood.
"Kurt! What happened?!"
For all that they were on the outs before this, Kurt immediately falls into his wife's embrace. "They're gone. Vince. Charlie. Ramirez. Max. They're all gone."
"Gone?" Tim steps up and pulls Kurt straight. "What do you mean, gone?"
He shakes his head slowly and with a pained grimace, as though his thoughts are jagged pieces of glass that he's trying to fit back together. "We went out tonight. Me and the guys. We thought we had picked up a trail on Fairyland's hideout. It was a trap. They were waiting for us. The regular crooks had guns, and Cinderella kept throwing more and more glass at us. I watched them die, Tim. Charlie was the first; they shot him before we had any clue what was going on. Ramirez got a big shard of glass right in his head. They all died." His voice breaks as a shudder runs down his spine. "The only reason I'm still alive is because Vince fell on top of me. I couldn't get up and keep fighting. I couldn't. I was too scared. Once they thought we were all dead, they left, and I still couldn't get up for a while longer. Big John was the only one still breathing, but he could barely walk out of there with me."
Damn. Dull surprise is the only emotion that fills your mind. You knew the more militant members of the Privateers were headed for trouble. You didn't think it would be quite so swift and sudden.
Tim gnaws on his bottom lip for a long minute. "Kurt, we need to tell somebody about this. The PRT, at the very least the other guys."
"I already did." His laughter is mocking, and he leans back into Lacey's embrace. "I told the rest of the team. I didn't realize how much we had torn ourselves apart before now, but this was the final straw. Carl and Alexander wanted no part of this mess and said they were walking away from it all. Everyone else followed.
"We're done, Tim. The Privateers are finished."
Just so everyone knows, the history lesson Perfect Storm gave about the Warring Ages may or may not be entirely accurate. He's just a little biased. You didn't get a full discussion on Brevetti because believe me, that would take a chapter all on its own.
THIS is the end of the arc. Interlude next chapter, then the AAR as always. I can promise that the interlude won't be such a downer.
Plus bonus social!
Heatwave 9.21
Friday, June 24
"Tim! Come in, come in. What brings you out this way?"
The magi-Tinker gives Lacey a smile. "Curiosity, mainly. Hey Taylor." You wave back at him. "After going to see the Adepts, I've been wondering more and more about all the background information we have been working without. Where Perfect Storm came from, how it does what it does. Stuff like that."
"Pleased to offer information," your Device announces with just a little pride in its synthesized voice.
"Where it came from?" Now Lacey is looking at the jewel around your neck. "I honestly hadn't really stopped to think about that. By the time I could sit down and wonder, I guess I had gotten so used to you wearing it that it didn't even strike me as odd anymore. Now I'm curious, too."
You smile, but then the complexity of the issue raises its ugly head. "We might need to give you a quick bit of background on that first…"
All in all, you think Lacey takes the news of extradimensional humans fairly well.
"…What the fuck?"
…Mostly.
Tim leads her to the couch so he can sit on one side of her while Samantha takes the other. She has to blink a few times, but when her eyes are clear, she focuses on the blue necklace lying on the table. "So," she says slowly and almost cautiously, "you're from outer space?"
"Correct. Designed and manufactured on planet Galea."
A screen appears, showing a planet from just outside its own orbit, and all of you lean in. It doesn't look too different from Earth, you have to admit, though with more water or perhaps just smaller and more plentiful patches of green and brown. "It's beautiful. Is the planet all islands like this?"
"Galea 80% ocean, 20% landmass. Largest continent approximate size of Earth Bet's Australia. Location of Lunar Palace and Nix, capitol of Galea following full colonization of dark side of the planet."
"…Dark side of the planet."
The image of Galea shrinks to show its revolution around its sun. As the planet moves, it does not rotate the way Earth did but instead keeps the same set of islands and mini-continents facing the star the entire time. "Rotation and revolution same length, plus-minus eighty microcycles. Roughly eleven Earth Bet seconds. Light side of planet desert due to heat and lesser protection against solar radiation compared to Earth Bet. Dark side cold and semi-barren, native life forms limited to non-photosynthetic flora and bioluminescent fauna. Humans initially formed small tribal groups in temperate twilight zone. Expansion to dark side and later light side of planet infeasible until arrival of explorers from Al-Hazard and introduction of proto-Device technology. Prior to such point, magic only occasionally utilized, primarily in early and poorly understood gene modification, bombardment rituals, and psychic domestication of native predators for warfare with other tribes."
"I'm going to take a shot in the dark and guess Galeans were the first to figure out how to create Guardian Beasts, weren't they?" asks Samantha, startling Lacey who is reminded that yes, this supposed Case 53 she has gotten used to having around is actually an artificial life form.
"Initial uplifting protocol developed by civilization assimilated by Al-Hazard, but mages of Galea refined and distributed process to extent that reportedly surprised Al-Hazardan priesthood. Mistress's suggestion to assist in mass creation of Guardian Beasts via global communications system or autonomous Device much in line with Galean tradition."
Tim raises his hand then sheepishly lowers it, caught up in the moment and forgetting that despite the history lesson he was no longer a schoolboy. "Taylor mentioned a period called the Warring Ages. Was this Al-Hazard the one that started it, or an ally of Galea at the time, or what?"
"Incorrect. Al-Hazard destroyed in dimensional cataclysm multiple centuries before initiation of hostilities.
"Time period classified as Warring Ages began during extradimensional expansion of Galean Empire. Naval vessel of nearby Molse Conglomerate encountered and fired upon outpost belonging to world Belka. Unclear if firing accidental, purposeful, or manufactured propoganda. Belkan army fought and defeated Molsan ship with inferior numbers, and Belkan Empire thereafter attempted invasion, subjugation, or extermination of all worlds encountered. Galea first made aware of actions by attacked colony. Other imperial pretenders also initiated hostilities, leading to multi-front campaigns and unstable alliances."
"How long?" Lacey asks, finally speaking up. "How long did this last?"
Perfect Storm hesitates. "Undetermined. Immortal Assimilation Engine deactivated following usurpation of Galean throne. Reactivated only when found by mages initially believed to be Belkan scientists. Unaware scientists and marines citizens of TSAB until discussion with Enforcers."
"My turn to ask a question now." This is something that has been floating around in the back of your mind for a while, and it is more than slightly embarrassing that it has taken you this long to ask. "You told me a long time ago that my template, Calamity Witch, was based off a real person. What was she like? Are all the templates named after famous people?"
"Only Calamity Witch and Extinction Knight templates derived from individuals. Infinite Enhancement and Transcendent Gadgeteer collection of memories and capabilities tied to individual Linker Cores. Current skill sets not identical to originals. Much refinement and addition over centuries of use."
You look over at Tim, but if he is disappointed that his template doesn't have a special history, it doesn't show on his face.
"Calamity Witch origin, birth name Orianna Brevetti. Genetically engineered Galean bombardment mage in service to Dark Queen Lucrezia II. Highly decorated veteran, many successful missions against Belkan invaders. Sole bearer of Flare Mana Conversion Affinity. Died without issue. Bodyguard and lover of future Dark Queen Eleonora V. Brevetti volunteered as basis of Immortal Assimilation Engine bombardment template, and Dark Queen Eleonora signed imperial edict that template bear her call sign."
There is something wistful in Perfect Storm's voice, and you can't help but ask, "How are you doing with all this, Storm? Do you believe what the Enforcers told us, that Galea is gone?"
"Historical texts provided to Mistress comprehensive. High degree of consistency. Deception possible, but probability small. Conclusion: Galea indeed destroyed. I… grieve." You lay a hand on the jewel, doing the best you can to comfort the machine that is your closest friend. "Primary purpose: support Galean Empire against Belkans. Galea destroyed. Belka destroyed. Primary purpose lost. Secondary purpose: protect Mistress, assist in defeat of villains. Completion of secondary purpose yet possible. Much gratitude to Mistress."
Despite her initial doubts and surprised disbelief, Lacey seems to be getting more interested in the conversation as the information comes pouring in. It makes you wonder. Now that she knows your magic has an extraterrestrial origin, is she less interested? Has she thought about it and changed her mind about not wanting a template? You planned on saving the next template you make for someone you can trust to have your back, and Lacey has proven that she is more than willing to do that, even when it sets her against her own husband.
«Lacey,» you whisper, but she nevertheless jumps at the sound of your voice in her head. «It's okay. It's just me, Taylor. I wanted to ask you something, but I didn't know if you would want Tim and Sam hearing it just yet.»
«Is… how… …trol th… me?»
You couldn't understand a word of that. Thinking back to the advice Perfect Storm and Samantha gave you once upon a time – and by that, you mean just a few months ago – you tell her, «Pretend like you're talking out loud to me, just don't open your mouth.»
«Can you hear me now?» You give her a smile and a nod. Her telepathy is a whisper, but you can make out the words, which is good enough for the moment. «What did you want to ask?»
«Do you remember back when I gave Tim his template? I offered it to both of you. He was interested in magic, but you didn't sound like you were. Not right then, anyway. Have you thought about it any more since?»
She shrugs, distracting Samantha for a moment before the Guardian Beast goes back to asking questions about Galean entertainment. Maybe Samantha is trying to cheer Perfect Storm up? «Not really, I guess? I don't like fighting. If learning magic means I'd have to, I'm not really that interested.»
«You wouldn't have to fight, though. Tim doesn't fight with his template, and the Infinite Enhancement template Storm was talking about is for a support mage. It's all about giving boosts and healing to other people. Or you could ask Tim to make you a Device for a similar purpose. It's what he promised to one of the prospective mages we met up with a couple of days ago. He didn't want to fight, either.»
A contemplative look passes over her face. «That doesn't sound so bad—»
The front door bangs open, and Perfect Storm leaps into your hand without hesitation. Your Device's vigilance is unnecessary, as it turns out. It isn't villains or an angry mob that comes through the door. Just a single man, cheeks covered in stubble and shirt covered in rips and dirt and blood.
"Kurt! What happened?!"
For all that they were on the outs before this, Kurt immediately falls into his wife's embrace. "They're gone. Vince. Charlie. Ramirez. Max. They're all gone."
"Gone?" Tim steps up and pulls Kurt straight. "What do you mean, gone?"
He shakes his head slowly and with a pained grimace, as though his thoughts are jagged pieces of glass that he's trying to fit back together. "We went out tonight. Me and the guys. We thought we had picked up a trail on Fairyland's hideout. It was a trap. They were waiting for us. The regular crooks had guns, and Cinderella kept throwing more and more glass at us. I watched them die, Tim. Charlie was the first; they shot him before we had any clue what was going on. Ramirez got a big shard of glass right in his head. They all died." His voice breaks as a shudder runs down his spine. "The only reason I'm still alive is because Vince fell on top of me. I couldn't get up and keep fighting. I couldn't. I was too scared. Once they thought we were all dead, they left, and I still couldn't get up for a while longer. Big John was the only one still breathing, but he could barely walk out of there with me."
Damn. Dull surprise is the only emotion that fills your mind. You knew the more militant members of the Privateers were headed for trouble. You didn't think it would be quite so swift and sudden.
Tim gnaws on his bottom lip for a long minute. "Kurt, we need to tell somebody about this. The PRT, at the very least the other guys."
"I already did." His laughter is mocking, and he leans back into Lacey's embrace. "I told the rest of the team. I didn't realize how much we had torn ourselves apart before now, but this was the final straw. Carl and Alexander wanted no part of this mess and said they were walking away from it all. Everyone else followed.
"We're done, Tim. The Privateers are finished."
Just so everyone knows, the history lesson Perfect Storm gave about the Warring Ages may or may not be entirely accurate. He's just a little biased. You didn't get a full discussion on Brevetti because believe me, that would take a chapter all on its own.
THIS is the end of the arc. Interlude next chapter, then the AAR as always. I can promise that the interlude won't be such a downer.
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...Well then. Didn't take Cinderella long to make good on her words, did it?
I'd say I'm surprised by this turn of events. But I'm not; sooner or later they were going to bite off more than they could chew. It just so happened to be sooner. Without military or SWAT grade equipment or training and logistical/intelligence support and lots of other fancy ways of saying 'stuff' fighting capes without capes was never going to end well.
Hell even with that stuff it's an uphill struggle as anyone that has played Arkham city knows. As even with the best money can buy charging headlong and thinking with your fists will inevitably result in Batman becoming Bat-paste.
serra2
Himouto! Sylvanas-chan
Well, at least that is one problem resolved....
She sounds super cool. I wonder what Extinction Knight was like.