Magical Tinker Lyrical Taylor Worm/MGLN

Where such rules exist they generally forbid dyeing hair "unnatural colors". I've heard that in some countries anything other than black is considered unnatural. Even if your natural isn't black you have to dye it black. I doubt an American public school could get away with forcing someone to dye their hair, but it would be funny to see them try.
My Student Guide book stated against "Anime" hair colors (I shit you not) because they were "distracting". Dirty or Bottle Blonde was okay, Bleach blonde not so much. Basically any hair color that wasn't eye watering was fine.
 
Makes sense. By the way how are the other two stories you're working going?

Path not Taken is roughly plotted out, about a weeks work to finish it completely if I did nothing else.

Dawn of Darkness is harder, as it's a kicking off point for a series rather than standalone. Three of four days to finish the first part though. But I haven't been able to focus on it of late.

My new laptop should make writing easier, i can potentially write when I'm having a not so good day.
 
Path not Taken is roughly plotted out, about a weeks work to finish it completely if I did nothing else.

Dawn of Darkness is harder, as it's a kicking off point for a series rather than standalone. Three of four days to finish the first part though. But I haven't been able to focus on it of late.

My new laptop should make writing easier, i can potentially write when I'm having a not so good day.
Always good to hear a writer has things planned out. Especially in fanfiction. Do you have a skype name? I would love to take this convertion to IM.
 
Glad some of the nuances are being spotted. Next chapter is roughly plotted now, probably be done by Monday at the outside.

So, any point of view, or part of the backstory that you want to see as a snippet? More Vista? Vicky? Someone else?

Vista's interludes have been consistently fun to read. An armsmaster interlude, given the similarities to being a tinker that Taylor and her mother displayed could also be interesting. Oh, a e88 interlude where they talk about the new German cape, particularly if her mother worked with them, could also be interesting.
 
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omake - Various
omake - various

".. still aren't sure, despite the Nationalists claiming responsibility."
The words doing nothing to cool the anger he felt, monitors around the room wailing as his vital signs fluctuated in his fury. His granddaughter had been dead a week and he was still left without a clear motive, with only a bunch of crazies trying to claim credit. The news had landed him here in his sickbed, and now the manoeuvring of his Nephew's children kept him in it. Long settled inheritances were being disputed, tempers flaring as each spur of the family jostled for position.

Many had not expected to inherit, and so had married into other families of the bloodpeace. This would normally not be a problem, as normally none would even be in the running for leadership of the family holdings. But this was not a normal situation, his sister's grandchildren each staking a claim over part of his lands, just waiting for him to falter, for another to be put forward, or some other imagined or real slight. Some excuse to challenge through force of arms.

His forces, whilst more than a match for any one of them individually would be no match for their combined might. Thankfully none of them were willing to risk being the first to attack, of being made an example of. The peace would last as long as he drew breath.

~~~​
The numbers were down, not unexpected given one of his biggest earners had recently been attacked and shut down. His entire stock taken by the city, much of it likely to be destroyed. He hadn't been there that night else the attack would have gone very differently he was sure. His core shifted at his agitation, blades twisting outwards, begging to be used on the fool that had dared to attack one of his operations.

It wasn't a huge loss, dogs weren't hard to find afterall, but the training took quite some time. Making sure they would actually rip into each other when placed in a pit took time, harsh handling, restricting food. No. The operation would take some time to get back up and running. All because of that new cape. She had brutally taken apart all resistance, broken more than a few bones, and left a great many bruises and concussions in her wake. It was somewhat impressive how she'd dealt with an entire warehouse of spectators along with the armed E88 guards and staff he'd employed there.

That didn't mean he wa going to let the insult go, word had gone out to all the un-powered muscle of the Empire. As soon as she showed her face he'd be waiting, along with every other Empire cape, and then. Then she would learn why no one messes with Hookwolf.

~~~
He stared at the screen, a white/red beam of light frozen in a moment, cut short by a rainbow of light. A scowl settled deeply onto his bearded face. The video had spread like wildfire, much like any Endbringer attack footage. It clearly showed the triage area the attack had targeted, along with the shield that had sprung up from nowhere. The kaleidoscopic triangle unmoved by an attack that had set the countryside along it's path on fire, the damage abruptly terminating at the shield's boundary.

He didn't bother zooming the display in closer, the resolution was too low to get any meaningful data from, despite what Aleph TV might tell you. The intricate pattern was nonsense, just jumbles of symbols and rune like constructs that his searches had found only a few matches for. Another of the crazies, the capes that considered their powers to have a magical source, rather than a scientific one. It was a shame, since parts of her equipment were clearly Tinkertech.

He ran a quick check on the Tinker activity monitor, a simple program that searched for unusual junk yard thefts or electronics being purchases in unusual amounts. It wasn't perfect, Thinkers were more effective at spotting Tinker activity generally if fed the right information. But he had made this program, it took inputs and automatically generated a percentage chance of a new Tinker being in town and he was proud of it. It just needed a few tweaks and the PRT wouldn't need to rely on Thinkers to spot Tinkers before their débuts, all they would need was this program, his program.

The results turned up a low percentage over the last month, an quantity of gold purchased at a jewellery store, but no other flagged purchases. No three TVs and two microwaves, no junkyards reporting unusual thefts. It didn't make sense, where had she gotten the components for her visor, she must have used something to build it. His scowl deepened, could his program be wrong, had it missed something?

"Colin, I think you need to see this"

Dragon's voice came out of his terminals speakers, he'd grown used to her frequent hijacking of his communicators, it felt, comforting. Like a friend poking their nose in the door to say hello, or more normally for them, to ask or offer help. A web browser window opened up to the PHO forums, his face twitching into a frown, he had only visited the site as often as regulations required to maintain his Protectorate Cape account. He had only a few hundred posts to his name, many of them from threads that had since been locked.

A small banner reminding him not to feed the trolls irritated him, as did the three infractions he'd accrued in his brief visit to the cape fiction sub-forum.

A thread from the Brockton Bay boards opened up, un-imaginatively named Rainbow Shield. The original post was followed by a single post from the thread, the rest in collapsed view. Hours of hunting for information on the new Tinker without luck, trying to find more information, all his effort gone to waste in a few short sentences as she introduced herself. A link to The Lost Knight, hmm, maybe not a waste of time.

He turned without a word to Dragon, he had more research to do, more work to do. Always more work to do.
 
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Quick reminder, omake are written off the cuff in about a tenth of the time a chapter takes. Don't expect perfection, or anything even close.

omake - The bully

The papers rustled softly as she leafed through them again. Another funding cut at the local level. How was she supposed to run a school on so little, she was sure something fishy was going on, someone lining their pockets somewhere. How else could you explain one of the largest schools in the city having the lowest funding. She grit her teeth, what programs could take a cut, music? Art? No, she'd already picked the bones off those departments when the last round of cuts had come through, students no longer being provided with instruments or supplies in either class.

Hmm, the halls could live another year without repainting she supposed. No, still not quite enough. She glanced over the staff wages, hmm, no they didn't really need two janitors did they? Not with the upper floors unused in years. Yes, that would do it. Satisfied with her plan Miriam Blackwell leaned back from her desk with a small self satisfied smile. The hum of her small fridge reminding her of the decadent cheesecake slice waiting for her.

She threw back the diet tablets with a gulp of water, her work health insurance had covered the cost of the Tinker derived drugs. A wonder of modern science, two little pills ten minutes before a meal would prevent fat absorption in the gut, making her sinfully rich cheesecake effectively fat free. The generous portion her reward for completing the budget filled a spot and made the whole day seem better despite the impending return of Hebert.

Miriam's lips twisted like she'd bitten a lemon. She'd never forget Annette Hebert, formerly Durand. She'd been a troublemaker in her teaching days, skipped forwards again and again. Lording her supposed intellect over them all, dying her hair that stupid colour all through highschool. Her daughter was just as bad, a troublemaker, a loner. She even dyed her hair too in spite of the rules against such! Well she'd put a stop to that come Monday, she was lucky to be returning to Winslow at all given what she did.

The fork skipped out of the sink as she dumped her now empty plate to wash, it skittered over the countertop just ahead of her grasping fingers before tumbling off the edge. Behind the fridge. Wonderful. If she left it it'd start smelling no doubt. She could just see it, close enough to reach if she stretched.

Ouch. She pulled her hand back from the sharp pinprick sensation. What the hell has she caught herself on now?

Then the burning started

Black Widow bite's are often described as being like a pinprick, some don't even notice they've been bitten until the symptoms start. OK, in Worm Skitter/Taylor goes around collecting all the Black Widows she can to build her spider silk costume, this didn't happen here.
Even in another universe, Black Widows still remain Taylor's best friends.
 
omake - various

".. still aren't sure, despite the Nationalists claiming responsibility."
The words doing nothing to cool the anger he felt, monitors around the room wailing as his vital signs fluctuated in his fury. His granddaughter had been dead a week and he was still left without a clear motive, with only a bunch of crazies trying to claim credit. The news had landed him here in his sickbed, and now the manoeuvring of his Nephew's children kept him in it. Long settled inheritances were being disputed, tempers flaring as each spur of the family jostled for position.

Many had not expected to inherit, and so had married into other families of the bloodpeace. This would normally not be a problem, as normally none would even be in the running for leadership of the family holdings. But this was not a normal situation, his sister's grandchildren each staking a claim over part of his lands, just waiting for him to falter, for another to be put forward, or some other imagined or real slight. Some excuse to challenge through force of arms.

His forces, whilst more than a match for any one of them individually would be no match for their combined might. Thankfully none of them were willing to risk being the first to attack, of being made an example of. The peace would last as long as he drew breath.

~~~​
The numbers were down, not unexpected given one of his biggest earners had recently been attacked and shut down. His entire stock taken by the city, much of it likely to be destroyed. He hadn't been there that night else the attack would have gone very differently he was sure. His core shifted at his agitation, blades twisting outwards, begging to be used on the fool that had dared to attack one of his operations.

It wasn't a huge loss, dogs weren't hard to find afterall, but the training took quite some time. Making sure they would actually rip into each other when placed in a pit took time, harsh handling, restricting food. No. The operation would take some time to get back up and running. All because of that new cape. She had brutally taken apart all resistance, broken more than a few bones, and left a great many bruises and concussions in her wake. It was somewhat impressive how she'd dealt with an entire warehouse of spectators along with the armed E88 guards and staff he'd employed there.

That didn't mean he wa going to let the insult go, word had gone out to all the un-powered muscle of the Empire. As soon as she showed her face he'd be waiting, along with every other Empire cape, and then. Then she would learn why no one messes with Hookwolf.

~~~
He stared at the screen, a white/red beam of light frozen in a moment, cut short by a rainbow of light. A scowl settled deeply onto his bearded face. The video had spread like wildfire, much like any Endbringer attack footage. It clearly showed the triage area the attack had targeted, along with the shield that had sprung up from nowhere. The kaleidoscopic triangle unmoved by an attack that had set the countryside along it's path on fire, the damage abruptly terminating at the shield's boundary.

He didn't bother zooming the display in closer, the resolution was too low to get any meaningful data from, despite what Aleph TV might tell you. The intricate pattern was nonsense, just jumbles of symbols and rune like constructs that his searches had found only a few matches for. Another of the crazies, the capes that considered their powers to have a magical source, rather than a scientific one. It was a shame, since parts of her equipment were clearly Tinkertech.

He ran a quick check on the Tinker activity monitor, a simple program that searched for unusual junk yard thefts or electronics being purchases in unusual amounts. It wasn't perfect, Thinkers were more effective at spotting Tinker activity generally if fed the right information. But he had made this program, it took inputs and automatically generated a percentage chance of a new Tinker being in town and he was proud of it. It just needed a few tweaks and the PRT wouldn't need to rely on Thinkers to spot Tinkers before their débuts, all they would need was this program, his program.

The results turned up a low percentage over the last month, an quantity of gold purchased at a jewellery store, but no other flagged purchases. No three TVs and two microwaves, no junkyards reporting unusual thefts. It didn't make sense, where had she gotten the components for her visor, she must have used something to build it. His scowl deepened, could his program be wrong, had it missed something?

"Colin, I think you need to see this"

Dragon's voice came out of his terminals speakers, he'd grown used to her frequent hijacking of his communicators, it felt, comforting. Like a friend poking their nose in the door to say hello, or more normally for them, to ask or offer help. A web browser window opened up to the PHO forums, his face twitching into a frown, he had only visited the site as often as regulations required to maintain his Protectorate Cape account. He had only a few hundred posts to his name, many of them from threads that had since been locked.

A small banner reminding him not to feed the trolls irritated him, as did the three infractions he'd accrued in his brief visit to the cape fiction sub-forum.

A thread from the Brockton Bay boards opened up, un-imaginatively named Rainbow Shield. The original post was followed by a single post from the thread, the rest in collapsed view. Hours of hunting for information on the new Tinker without luck, trying to find more information, all his effort gone to waste in a few short sentences as she introduced herself. A link to The Lost Knight, hmm, maybe not a waste of time.

He turned without a word to Dragon, he had more research to do, more work to do. Always more work to do.

Okay here's a question. Are some of the omakes actually interludes? Because the definition of an omake essentially means its non-canon to the story/fic and are generally meant to be a parody or humorous. An Interlude is a canon piece told through a different POV. These seem like interludes. So are some interludes? And if so which?
 
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Omake posted by the OP, are concepts the author is considering, and are not cannon till the OP says otherwise.

Does it help the main storyline? Does it help the reader understand stand the background of the Characters views of his/her world? Is it something the editor can drop without damaging the plot? Would it be better if placed in a different chapter?

Sometimes she needs to write it down just to get it out of her head.
 
Okay here's a question. Are some of the omakes actually interludes? Because the definition of an omake essentially means its non-canon to the story/fic and are generally meant to be a parody or humorous. An Interlude is a canon piece told through a different POV. These seem like interludes. So are some interludes? And if so which?
It's used that way, but does not actually mean such. This has been addressed repeatedly by Hoyden.
Just a short one, plus a reminder. Threadmarked omake are canon'ish, I spend far less time working on them (minutes opposed to hours).
Spoilers. I've tried to make it clear that omake are canon, but are written very off the cuff.

omake; Bonus, Extra.
omake in this story take me less than a half hour to write in general. I don't spend time checking them, I just give myself a prompt and write. They don't advance the plot.
Chapters in this story take hours to complete. They advance the plot. They are checked. They take hours to go from nill to posting.

So quite literally, they are omake. Bonus, extra content you get under the understanding they aren't perfect.
 
Sometimes she needs to write it down just to get it out of her head.

It's actually more I want to share more of the story sooner, the omake were originally intended to be just snippets from later chapter written from alternate points of view. That's kinda changed since I've added so many, basically they spoil plot twists, such as the Amy thing. I'm kinda looking forwards to the reaction of FF.net to that little plot point.

The feedback here is kinda what prompted me to start writing up little extra snippets, so they are sort of a reward for helping me with my writing, they also help me gauge general reactions to various plot points and let me know what I need to add or take away to make the story enjoyable to read. They help me find what works, and what does not work.
 
Chapter 11 - Interlude - Emma
ok, this is unbeta'ed and only very recently finished. It's also one of the longest chapters in this story so far, as well as covering some of he largest spans of time (excluding omake)

Chapter 11 - Interlude - Emma


She stood at the mouth of the side street, almost an alleyway and shivered despite the sun shining high in the sky. Why was she even here, she couldn't remember what had drawn her back to this of all places. She'd not left the house in days, only leaving her bedroom to answer nature's call, barely eating. Her hair was a mess of scraggly, roughly shorn ends, her unmatched clothes over her odorous body. She'd only showered once since the attack, fear had gripped her as she undressed, the gangsters words haunting her.

No, being naked anywhere left her feeling vulnerable, weak, unsafe. She'd taken to barricading her door at night, the window bolted shut despite the summer heat. Standing out here in the bright sunny day felt cool in comparison to her bedroom, the air felt cleaner, fresher. It didn't make sense to her, that this place that looked almost normal should be where it happened. Shouldn't it look darker, or have some other sign showing the evils that had almost been done here? Where was the ominous music? Something, anything to differentiate it from any other place.

But reality remained stubbornly unbent by her thoughts, the sun still shon, seagulls squawked, life just carried on as it ever had. She continued to stare down the street, trembling slightly. One, two, three steps had her entering, walking down towards the site of the attack. She just knew she had to, that things would not get better until she did. This was so stupid, she turned around to head home when a figure stepped into her path.

"Takes some guts"

What?

"Coming back I mean, stupid as hell, but gutsy"

She stared at the dark skinned teen that stood in front of her, for a moment fearing she was ABB before logic overrode that thought, she wasn't asian enough to be ABB, then who? An image of a hooded hockey masked figure overlaid itself over the girl before her, the stance was the same, the way she held herself. Even her voice was similar. The words started to sink in, this was her rescuer, the one that had stood and waited, watched for however long. The one she'd thought was a ABB cape at first.

There was an echoing clap rolling through the alleyway, her hand stung and the dark skinned teen's face was turned to one side, eyes widening in shock and something else. It almost looked like admiration.

"I thought you were strong, now I know it"

~~~​


"Who's the freak?"

She looked up from where she'd been opening and closing the butterfly knife, she'd been getting pretty good at some of the simpler opening flicks, but closing it smoothly still eluded her. An impressive opening was more important anyway. Halfway down the street the greenish tinge of Taylor's hair was obvious in the morning sun. She looked so young, happy and carefree, her tie dyed t-shirt nearly a full rainbow of colour, wrists covered in colourful and childish looking friendship bracelets.

No, no no no no, Sophia had that look, the same one she wore when looking at victims who didn't fight back, the same way she looked at prey. No, Taylor was strong, she'd been doing martial arts for as long as Emma could remember. But… She'd never really seen Taylor actually fight, she was always so passive. She'd just have to prove that she was strong, it'd be easy.

The sad, betrayed look stung, but Emma was sure that her best friend would forgive her soon, it wouldn't take long to prove that she was strong, couldn't take long at all.

~~~​

The alley was clear, no one coming. She kept her eyes peeled from her shadowy perch, Sophia's hand crossbow clutched tightly. Sophia was interrogating the dealer they'd caught, all she had to do was make sure she wasn't interrupted, give her warning if someone came. Movement caught her eye, and her finger twitched convulsively in surprise.

A dull fleshy sound answered her motions, the handbow she held now unburdened by quarrel, it's string straight. The small man in red and green looked surprised, his mouth opened and closed around burbling bloody bubbles. A tiny fletched stick protruded from near the middle of his chest as he slid down the alley wall and slumped backwards, the tail end of the bolt standing like a flag from his chest.

She couldn't stop staring, didn't even move until Shadow Stalker gripped her shoulder, pulling her away from the grisly scene of her own making. Shit.. What had she done.. A friendly smile from Sophia calmed her, no, it was ok, she was a hero afterall, it was ok..


~~~​

She hadn't done anything, hadn't shown the strength Sophia demanded to see. Taylor stubbornly refused to rise to the challenge they had set, almost ignoring them, making friends elsewhere in the school. No, she had to be strong, she just had to. Maybe… Maybe if they got some of the other girls involved, yeah, if Taylor couldn't make any other friends she'd have to show her strength.

Yeah, that short one, she looked more like the younger sister of a student would be perfect. Innocent looking, Emma had already seen her wheedle extra time on her assignments. She had a vicious streak too, her sharp tongue had brought Lizzy to tears all whilst keeping that sweet, innocent look on her face, like she didn't know she was causing offence. Yes, she'd be perfect. The teachers would never suspect sweet innocent Madison of anything.

~~~​

It wasn't anything like on TV, just a small room with a couple of tables. The Judge asked if she swore to tell the truth, whilst holding a bible. He asked her a few questions about Sophia, Shadow Stalker, how long they'd known each other. Little things. It was easy, no one shouting, no loud exclamations, no banging gavel. It hardly felt like an official legal proceeding at all, more like a friendly chat with her agent or one of dad's work colleagues.

It didn't feel like a murder trial. She supposed it wasn't really, more a pre-trial something or other. Something that would let Shadow Stalker join the Wards, rather than waste away in Juvie. All she had to do was tell them what a nice, good person Sophia was, how she'd saved her life. She broke down slightly at the retelling. Sophia was joining the Wards. She'd gotten away with it, gotten away with murder.

~~~​

The stink was terrible even through the bags, ugh, this was a terrible idea. But she had to know, somewhere along the line it had gone from getting Taylor to show her strength, to finding out how far they could push her before she struck back. It wouldn't be strength, even prey will lash out when backed into a corner afterall. Maybe this would be enough to make her lash out.

~~~​

Emma watched from around the corner, waiting for just the right moment to walk past and comment, something witty maybe. She hadn't thought up anything yet, but she'd been getting better at off the cuff insults. Taylor had a look of distaste on her face as she approached the locker, entering her combination at arms length. She'd just started around the corner when Sophia stepped forwards from behind Taylor, a wicked smirk playing over her lips as she pounced on Taylor.

Or rather, tried to pounce on her, Taylor twisted as the extended arms touched her back, sidestepping the shove with ease. A heavy metalic bang announced Sophia's impact with the locker's frame. Taylor wasn't looking at Sophia though, instead she just stared at Emma with that same hurt, betrayed look. Incredulity had also leaked into her expression this time, she didn't bother closing her locker as she stalked off towards the front of the school. A flash of gold glinted from her neckline.

~~~​

School had been different, the teachers keeping a closer eye on everyone. They'd had to scale back the work on Taylor, the teachers could ignore little things but the last prank had made them sit up at take notice. There'd been a special assembly where they'd been talked to about bullying, gangs and how to deal with peer pressure. She'd finally worked out how to get a reaction out of Taylor though, it was so simply in hindsight she could almost have slapped herself for not thinking of it sooner.

Maybe it was lingering respect for Annette that had stayed her hand before, it was afterall a family heirloom of some sort from what she recalled, maybe not terribly valuable, well unless it was made out of real gold. Getting to it had been a problem though, Taylor hadn't kept it in the gym lockers with her clothes during that class, nor was it in her book locker. At first she thought Taylor left it at home on the days she had PE, but that had been dispelled with a few careful observations.

Finding out where she had stashed it turned out to be harder, but getting it had been easy afterwards. Taylor entrusted it to Mrs Knott at the end of her computer class, a class neither Sophia, Madison or herself took with her. Had Mrs Knott taken it to the staff room, or kept it on her person it would have been harder to acquire, but she just stuffed it in the locking drawer of her desk.

Normally she'd not leave the classroom until after Taylor had come to recover her property, having a class to teach at the same time, or spending the time marking work. But that was easily overcome, Madison asking for help setting up a projector for a presentation had lured her out, Sophia kept watch on Taylor in the gym and Emma, well her job was easy, the keyway a cheap standard model that opened with two hairpins easily.

She swiped the bladed cross before relocking the drawer, it had taken her seconds to get it. This would get a reaction, make Taylor lash out for sure.

~~~​

*CRACK*

Her head whipped round as she saw stars, fuck, it was easy to forget how damned strong Taylor was. She'd wanted her to lash out, to get a rise out of her, and she'd succeeded. Oww. Fucking hurt though.

~~~​

The police had come, and escorted Taylor off school grounds… In handcuffs. She'd been subdued since the altercation, as if she couldn't believe she'd struck out, slapped her. Sophia had been furious, ranting to Emma about prey knowing their place. Yeah, she was right, Taylor should know better than to fight back. They'd have to show her. Well if she wasn't expelled.

~~~​

It'd been weird, downright strange without Tayor at Winslow. So much of her day had been taken up sniping, or planning pranks that Emma found herself somewhat at a loss for what to do. Maybe they should test some of the other students, she'd have to talk to Sophia about that, see what she thought. It seemed like a good idea though, weeding out the weak from the strong, the Predator from Prey.

But Taylor was back today and they had something special planned. Madison had overheard Mr Gladdy talking about some makeup tests Taylor would be taking all day today, something to do with assignment irregularities in what she'd been handing in during her suspension. It didn't matter why they were testing her, only they it represented an opportunity to put her back in her place as Sophia said. Emma was conflicted, why couldn't Taylor be strong, why did she abandon her like this. She had to push more. The real Taylor would push back, know it was for her own good. She was sure of it.

Madison came out of the classroom, trailed closely by the school secretary a dark look on her face. What was going on, why didn't she had the tests? Her hands suddenly found themselves clutching nothing but air. No. Shit.

~~~​

The temporary Principal wasn't intimidated by her father, hadn't buckled under his thinly veiled threats of legal action. She'd been deputy at Arcadia, some parents had tried using the court system to get their kids places there a few years ago, it'd been thrown out of court. Much like her own case would be if it ever came to that. Her father grudgingly accepted her punishment for her, shooting her a warning look when she made to speak.

A week's suspension wasn't that bad though, more like an extra holiday really.

~~~​

She lay in bed looking at the pendant she'd taken from Taylor again, the bladed cross extending from a smaller golden sphere, a hollow circle halfway along the length of the bladed arms. She'd never really seen anything like it elsewhere, even checking online.

Sophia wanted to smash it, or melt it down and sell it, but she'd kept it instead. Guilt gnawed at her gut, she couldn't get rid of this, couldn't damage something Annette had given Taylor. She felt guilty for ignoring Sophia. She knew Taylor could be strong, she just knew it. That slap had proved it, hadn't it?

No, she couldn't damage it, couldn't sell it, she'd keep it safe. For Taylor, for when she was strong, strong like her. She stuffed the golden pendant back into it's hiding place.

"Don't worry Taylor, I'll keep it safe for you, please get strong, please"
Her eyes drifted closed as she dreamed of Taylor, her and Sophia, going out and beating up asians in Red and Green, a soft chime whispering through her darkened room.
 
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Wow. Fucked up as usual Emma. Wonder what Taylor's gonna do to get what Emma took back.
 
::facepalm:: She wants Taylor to push back, but when Taylor slaps the taste out of her mouth, Emma doesn't acknowledge that as pushing back and still wants Taylor to push back... What exactly would Emma accept as Taylor legitimately pushing back? Taylor putting her in the hospital? Emma's definition of pushback seems to be as nebulous as the conditoons under which Global Warming/Climate Change might be disproven. Much like how every increase or decrease in temperature, as well as all anomalous weather phenomenon, are considered proof of the validity of Global Warming/Climate change by its supporters, every action Taylor does or does not take is considered by Emma as proof that Taylor is prey. Taylor completely ignores the Trio's attempts to bring her down: Prey. Taylor avoids Sophia's attempt to shove her into the Locker and slams the bitch into the frame in the process: Prey. Taylor punches Emma out: Prey. There is literally no condition under which Emma will accept that Taylor is not prey, despite her internal claim that such a condition exists.

One -Wide area search- should find the thing.

Could be Emma told Taylor that she'd destroyed the pendant, melted it down or whatever. Taylor wouldn't think to whip out a search spell for something she thinks is already destroyed beyond all hope of repair.
 
parents who like to think their child are special don't want to believe they need something so crass as therapy. especially ones with money and/or some kind of prestige. even so much as suggesting such is a mortal insult
 
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