Magical Girl Lyrical Taylor (Worm/Nanoha)
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frozenchicken
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....Huh. Myrddin is Dresden.
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Marsyas
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Myrddin would indeed like to see that happen. ... I am not sure Chicago would survive it.
Baughn
Healing-type writer
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- Dublin
He is. I'm pretty sure we were joking, but no. He's actually Dresden.
Looks like Myrddin is borrowing power from elsewhere to make some of his magic fully work.
And I do suppose the young mage overworked herself a bit on the magic... I guess it will develop over time how long she can keep going.
And I do suppose the young mage overworked herself a bit on the magic... I guess it will develop over time how long she can keep going.
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- Germany
Canon Myrrdin can open portals to pocket dimensions, shunt people out of reality and stuff like that.
This one might combine magic and parahuman power and draw mana out of other dimensions, Kaleidoscope style.
Trooper1023
Look, sir! Droids!
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- NYC USA
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Have we forgotten Purity? Where does she fall in this little comparison?
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
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- United States. Ish.
... Clockblocker's going to lose his voice by the end of this, isn't he...
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She fell off the comparison chart. Not powerful enough. (As powerful as she is, Legend indubitably has her utterly whupped in both power and versatility.)
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- Tokyo, Japan
You, I like you. I came to the same observation in the SB version of this thread.
Sakuya's Butler
A refined Butler to a knife wielding Mistress.
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- ↓, ↘, → + Punch
That has some rather terrifying connotations if we start looking at the canon number of people in the Nasuverse that can call upon Kaleidoscope.
That are male.
Someone, preferably Dragon through a drone, ask him if he knows any Dead Apostles. If we get so much as a twitch out of Myrrdin, TIME TO LEAVE THE UNIVERSE.
Interlude 2.X: Danny
Marsyas
Surprisingly Jellicle
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Magical Girl Lyrical Taylor
(Worm/Nanoha)
by P.H. Wise
Interlude 2.X: Danny
Disclaimer: The following is a fanfic. Worm belongs to Wildbow. The Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha franchise is owned by various corporate entities. Please support the official release.
Thanks to @Cailin for beta-ing!
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It was a clear and cloudless night the night he proposed. One of those warm summer nights that could have lasted forever, the sky full of stars, the moon a silver crescent, the lights of Brockton Bay shining on the water. They were together on the Boardwalk, sitting together on a bench at the end of a pier. They weren't alone, but neither one noticed the passers by.
Daniel Hebert. Annette Sägebrecht. They'd met in college. He'd been a business major, she'd been studying English. They hadn't liked each other at first. Hell, she'd even punched him, once, before they'd ever started dating. But people had a way of growing on you, sometimes. Dan and Annette been together for two years now, and as he looked into her mismatched red and green eyes, he swallowed nervously. "Annette," he said, "There's something I want to tell you. Something I've wanted to tell you for a while now, but you know me, I kept practicing it in my head and messing it up, and…" he blushed. "And now it's getting awkward."
Annette smiled. "I've known you how long now, Dan?" she asked. "It's okay. What did you want to say? I won't laugh, I promise."
"I…" he began. He could feel his heart beginning to race. God, but she was beautiful. He hadn't always thought so; he'd always thought she looked impressive, but her looks were off-center of conventional beauty -- there was too much intensity to them, and it was only magnified by her eyes -- but now he thought she looked regal. Like a queen. The thought of how much he didn't deserve her was almost enough to make him lose his nerve, but he forced himself to continue, never mind how much his palms were sweating. "When we first met, I never in a million years thought I had a chance with you…" It got worse before it got better. He rambled, and the heat in his cheeks grew as he did, but she never laughed. The stars shone above them, but her eyes seemed brighter by far.
He took a knee on the pier, his hand in hers. "I… what I'm trying to say is that I love you, Annette, and can't imagine my life without you in it anymore."
"Oh, Dan," Annette murmured.
"So. What are you doing the rest of your life?" he asked, looking up at her with hopeful eyes. "Will you spend it with me?"
Annette covered her mouth with her free hand. She was crying tears of joy, but she didn't answer him, and he felt his cheeks flush hotter.
He went for broke. He was putting everything on the table, making himself more vulnerable in this moment than he ever had in his life. If she wanted, she could crush his heart and walk away. If she did, he was sure he'd never recover. But hope bloomed in his chest as he considered the face of the woman he loved. "Annette Sägebrecht," he said, "Will you marry me?"
"When?" she asked.
Silence hung between them for a long moment. And then Danny grinned, sudden euphoria coming over him. "I guess that's a yes," he said.
Even through her tears of joy, Annette's smile seemed to brighten the whole night. "I guess it is," she said wryly.
He rose to his feet, and so did she. Then he gathered her into his arms and kissed her, and kissed her, and kissed her. "I love you, Annette," he said when they finally drew away.
"I love you, Dan Hebert," she replied.
It had been the second-most perfect moment of his life, surpassed only by Taylor's birth. Yet in the midst of that perfect moment, he looked at her and asked in a broken voice, "...Damn it, Annette, why didn't you tell me?"
Somewhere far away, a phone began to ring.
All traces of joy and happiness vanished from her face; she looked at him with pity in her eyes. "Because I knew you couldn't handle it," she said.
The ringing grew louder.
He stared at her. His euphoria was gone, replaced by an awful, familiar aching in his chest, of sorrow and hurt and betrayal. "What?" he asked.
"You're weak, Dan," Annette said. "You always have been. You were never the husband I wanted, and you've never been the father Taylor deserves."
He shook his head in denial of her words even as they cut him to the bone. "I…" he began. He looked up at her in desperation. "I can fix it," he insisted. "I can be there for her. I will."
The ringing grew louder still.
There was no contempt in her expression, no anger: just sorrow, just pity. "No," she said sadly, "You can't."
Danny woke up to the ringing of the phone on the couch in his living room just in time to hear it go to the answering machine. He sat up and wiped tears from his eyes as the beep sounded and the woman on the other end of the phone began to speak.
"Hello Mr. Hebert, this is Joyce O'Brian at Arcadia High School calling on behalf of Principal Howell. I'm just calling again to let you know that your daughter Taylor's application to Arcadia has been approved. We need you and Taylor to come in for a meeting as soon as you can. It's okay if you can't make it in before the New Year, but we do need this handled as soon as possible so that Taylor can start the new semester on the right track. Please call me back at…"
She gave her phone number, but he tuned it out, staring instead at the television. It was turned off, and he could just barely make out his own reflection staring back at him in the screen.
He didn't much like the look of it.
"You're weak, Dan. You always have been. You were never the husband I wanted, and you've never been the father Taylor deserves."
The phone rang again, and he let it go to message.
It was Taylor. She sounded tired. "Dad?" she asked. "It's me. If you're there, please pick up?"
He almost didn't. He almost just sat there and ignored his daughter. He didn't know exactly what got him in motion. Maybe it was his love for Taylor; and he did love her, he knew that, it was just… hard, sometimes. Maybe he didn't want to disappoint Annette. Whatever the reason, he got up and answered the phone, and the sick, numb emptiness lifted ever so slightly. "Taylor?" he asked. "Where are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm totally fine, dad. Don't worry. I'm not hurt, I'm just really, really tired and I'm, um… completelymagicallyexhaustedandIneedyoutopickmeupattheairportinanhour."
"Oh," he said. "Okay." Then he processed what she'd actually said. "Wait, what?!"
She explained, and his anger and alarm and fear quickly filled the emptiness. His heart raced on his daughter's behalf all the more for the numbness that he felt otherwise. And as he drove to the airport to pick her up, it occurred to him that whatever else might be said, life with a teenage daughter -- and a teenage superhero, no less -- would never fail to be interesting.
(Worm/Nanoha)
by P.H. Wise
Interlude 2.X: Danny
Disclaimer: The following is a fanfic. Worm belongs to Wildbow. The Magical Girl Lyrical Nanoha franchise is owned by various corporate entities. Please support the official release.
Thanks to @Cailin for beta-ing!
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It was a clear and cloudless night the night he proposed. One of those warm summer nights that could have lasted forever, the sky full of stars, the moon a silver crescent, the lights of Brockton Bay shining on the water. They were together on the Boardwalk, sitting together on a bench at the end of a pier. They weren't alone, but neither one noticed the passers by.
Daniel Hebert. Annette Sägebrecht. They'd met in college. He'd been a business major, she'd been studying English. They hadn't liked each other at first. Hell, she'd even punched him, once, before they'd ever started dating. But people had a way of growing on you, sometimes. Dan and Annette been together for two years now, and as he looked into her mismatched red and green eyes, he swallowed nervously. "Annette," he said, "There's something I want to tell you. Something I've wanted to tell you for a while now, but you know me, I kept practicing it in my head and messing it up, and…" he blushed. "And now it's getting awkward."
Annette smiled. "I've known you how long now, Dan?" she asked. "It's okay. What did you want to say? I won't laugh, I promise."
"I…" he began. He could feel his heart beginning to race. God, but she was beautiful. He hadn't always thought so; he'd always thought she looked impressive, but her looks were off-center of conventional beauty -- there was too much intensity to them, and it was only magnified by her eyes -- but now he thought she looked regal. Like a queen. The thought of how much he didn't deserve her was almost enough to make him lose his nerve, but he forced himself to continue, never mind how much his palms were sweating. "When we first met, I never in a million years thought I had a chance with you…" It got worse before it got better. He rambled, and the heat in his cheeks grew as he did, but she never laughed. The stars shone above them, but her eyes seemed brighter by far.
He took a knee on the pier, his hand in hers. "I… what I'm trying to say is that I love you, Annette, and can't imagine my life without you in it anymore."
"Oh, Dan," Annette murmured.
"So. What are you doing the rest of your life?" he asked, looking up at her with hopeful eyes. "Will you spend it with me?"
Annette covered her mouth with her free hand. She was crying tears of joy, but she didn't answer him, and he felt his cheeks flush hotter.
He went for broke. He was putting everything on the table, making himself more vulnerable in this moment than he ever had in his life. If she wanted, she could crush his heart and walk away. If she did, he was sure he'd never recover. But hope bloomed in his chest as he considered the face of the woman he loved. "Annette Sägebrecht," he said, "Will you marry me?"
"When?" she asked.
Silence hung between them for a long moment. And then Danny grinned, sudden euphoria coming over him. "I guess that's a yes," he said.
Even through her tears of joy, Annette's smile seemed to brighten the whole night. "I guess it is," she said wryly.
He rose to his feet, and so did she. Then he gathered her into his arms and kissed her, and kissed her, and kissed her. "I love you, Annette," he said when they finally drew away.
"I love you, Dan Hebert," she replied.
It had been the second-most perfect moment of his life, surpassed only by Taylor's birth. Yet in the midst of that perfect moment, he looked at her and asked in a broken voice, "...Damn it, Annette, why didn't you tell me?"
Somewhere far away, a phone began to ring.
All traces of joy and happiness vanished from her face; she looked at him with pity in her eyes. "Because I knew you couldn't handle it," she said.
The ringing grew louder.
He stared at her. His euphoria was gone, replaced by an awful, familiar aching in his chest, of sorrow and hurt and betrayal. "What?" he asked.
"You're weak, Dan," Annette said. "You always have been. You were never the husband I wanted, and you've never been the father Taylor deserves."
He shook his head in denial of her words even as they cut him to the bone. "I…" he began. He looked up at her in desperation. "I can fix it," he insisted. "I can be there for her. I will."
The ringing grew louder still.
There was no contempt in her expression, no anger: just sorrow, just pity. "No," she said sadly, "You can't."
Danny woke up to the ringing of the phone on the couch in his living room just in time to hear it go to the answering machine. He sat up and wiped tears from his eyes as the beep sounded and the woman on the other end of the phone began to speak.
"Hello Mr. Hebert, this is Joyce O'Brian at Arcadia High School calling on behalf of Principal Howell. I'm just calling again to let you know that your daughter Taylor's application to Arcadia has been approved. We need you and Taylor to come in for a meeting as soon as you can. It's okay if you can't make it in before the New Year, but we do need this handled as soon as possible so that Taylor can start the new semester on the right track. Please call me back at…"
She gave her phone number, but he tuned it out, staring instead at the television. It was turned off, and he could just barely make out his own reflection staring back at him in the screen.
He didn't much like the look of it.
"You're weak, Dan. You always have been. You were never the husband I wanted, and you've never been the father Taylor deserves."
The phone rang again, and he let it go to message.
It was Taylor. She sounded tired. "Dad?" she asked. "It's me. If you're there, please pick up?"
He almost didn't. He almost just sat there and ignored his daughter. He didn't know exactly what got him in motion. Maybe it was his love for Taylor; and he did love her, he knew that, it was just… hard, sometimes. Maybe he didn't want to disappoint Annette. Whatever the reason, he got up and answered the phone, and the sick, numb emptiness lifted ever so slightly. "Taylor?" he asked. "Where are you? Are you okay?"
"I'm totally fine, dad. Don't worry. I'm not hurt, I'm just really, really tired and I'm, um… completelymagicallyexhaustedandIneedyoutopickmeupattheairportinanhour."
"Oh," he said. "Okay." Then he processed what she'd actually said. "Wait, what?!"
She explained, and his anger and alarm and fear quickly filled the emptiness. His heart raced on his daughter's behalf all the more for the numbness that he felt otherwise. And as he drove to the airport to pick her up, it occurred to him that whatever else might be said, life with a teenage daughter -- and a teenage superhero, no less -- would never fail to be interesting.
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He needs somebody to give him a talking to.
Marsyas
Surprisingly Jellicle
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- Undimensioned and Unseen
He really does. A psychiatrist might be helpful, too.
- Location
- Germany
Psychiatrists are for whimps. Ignore your problems until you are sufficiently fucked up to trigger!
(Then notice that your new powers don't actually help with your personal problems)
I am sure the nice Dr. Scaglietti would be happy to explain why Annette never told him.
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- Tokyo, Japan
Indeed. He would also add some doodads that would help Danny deal with the emotions he is experiencing in a more healthy manner. Just ignore the glowing lights and everything would be alright...
Oh, and did I mention he would help Danny become a super-dad that can turn green and monstrous when he gets angry? Just a little experiment, nothing harmful.
Night
Widow Null
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- Hoff
Indeed. He would also add some doodads that would help Danny deal with the emotions he is experiencing in a more healthy manner. Just ignore the glowing lights and everything would be alright...
Oh, and did I mention he would help Danny become a super-dad that can turn green and monstrous when he gets angry? Just a little experiment, nothing harmful.
Please, that's so passe for mad science. He has this new treatment to make you stronger, able to regenerate most injuries, and deal with mental trauma much better...There, now, just relax and say "Engage Konig 944" to activate it.
(Cypha of Huckebein is a member of Slaughterhouse Nine, calling it now.)
GiftOfLove
From the Heart
Huh. You know we all shit on Danny for being an absent father, but looking at this I'm not sure how I didn't realize he probably has some pretty bad depression going on.
Marsyas
Surprisingly Jellicle
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- Undimensioned and Unseen
Yeah. And the thing about depression is that the symptoms make you less likely to seek help; the more you need it, the less likely you are to look for it.
bluekun
I draw stuff (Commissions Slots Open)
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- Home
Boy, isn't that something I know too well...
Not sure if it has been brought up over here but the Slaughterhouse 9 and Heartbreaker have formed a new group together. It is called Not Appearing in This Story and they are always looking for more members.
Marsyas
Surprisingly Jellicle
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- Undimensioned and Unseen
Not sure if it has been brought up over here but the Slaughterhouse 9 and Heartbreaker have formed a new group together. It is called Not Appearing in This Story and they are always looking for more members.
Lung applied for membership, but they turned him down. There was no living with him for a week afterward. Oni-Lee wrote him a series of Haikus to make him feel better. Bakuda chipped in with her own effort, but was wise enough to hide her personal responsibility for the creation of and spread of the song, 'Lung the Magic Dragon.'