- Location
- Neptune
Taylor's primary response to an emotional situation is NOT murderhoboing people.
- Location
- Beyond the Unknowable Veil
There is the man known only to history...as Jack.
No, not that one. The other one.
Jack the Ripper - Wikipedia
No, not that one. The other one.
Jack the Ripper - Wikipedia
- Location
- Somewhere
Vicky was shutdown. David was drained. We don't know the significance of the second yet, so this is a big wait and see moment.
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Jonn Wolfe
(Verified Sarcastic) (Not a Wolf)
- Location
- Beyond Sanity Since 1971
*peeks around the fourth wall*
Tis Monday...
Tis Monday...
Loki Thorson
The Iron Wordsmith
- Location
- The Land of Maple Syrup, Midgard
Wicked things await in the dark places.... Wicked things and questions. Questions that have yet to be asked, and some that never will.... most ominous.
- Location
- Barcelona, Catalunya, EU (for now)
So?
I'm one hour and two minutes away from saying "hi" to Tuesday...
BlackLantern2814
Hello darkness my old friend.
- Location
- Earth
You're in my timezone!
Chapter 78
The dark skinned woman looked over the readings she was getting. This was...not expected. It was as though the section of the 'corpse' was losing energy, instead of having its energy replenished.
It took a few minutes to come to the realization that the energy the girl would 'feed' agents had to come from somewhere, and gathering it from other agents was incredibly likely.
"What did David do this time?" the woman wondered. "And is this going to be temporary, or did he just screw himself over permanently?"
<BA: Data>
Taylor: Yeah, ok.
<BA: Energy Transfer Halted. Additional connections closed>
Taylor: Now then, if you play nice we'll see about giving you your energy back later, when the snark we're waiting for has shown up. Got it?
[Agreement]
"Now then," Taylor said aloud. "I'm going to suggest that you go wait patiently in the conference room, as we're in the middle of power testing and the normal source of energy I'm using hasn't arrived yet. When they show up and we get to the actual feeding testing we'll see about feeding your snark, ok?"
Eidolon just nodded, apparently not trusting himself to speak, and very carefully stood up and backed out of the room, hitting the wall three times before he found the door. He then hit that twice before finding the 'open' button.
"Do we want to know what just happened?" Whitney asked.
"He pulled out a master power and used it on all of us to try and get Maul to feed his snark," Amy said, glaring in the general direction Eidolon had just gone. "But Maul's 'tank' was empty. So she shut him down and then pulled energy from his snark to partially fill her tank instead."
"I'm led to believe I pulled enough energy from his snark to cripple it until I feed it again," Taylor added, shaking her head. "Now then, we were about to test our ability to sense blunt enough things being pushed into our range?"
"Right," Franklin said. "If you two would put on the blindfolds?"
Sherrel was debating what to do, since she didn't need to be there, when Eidolon came into the room. When the fuck did he show up? He very carefully and somewhat timidly sat down in a seat, apparently chosen so he could see the door he'd just come through and the monitors. The...presence everyone described him as having seemed to be missing, though. Maybe they'd used someone else wearing a duplicate costume as a test?
She decided that there wasn't any good reason to stick around, as she'd been informed that their results would be compiled and sent to them later anyway. So she left the Eidolon-lookalike sitting there as she got up and pulled out her phone. She still needed the map to find her way around, after all.
"Well," Franklin said, looking at his notes. "The two of you were both able to detect every single compatible item brought close enough to your skin, but we can also confirm that being close enough to your hair does not count. Now then, Maul, your 'tinker snark' as you call it grants you one more thinker-class ability, the 'understanding' of technology. We'd like to test that next."
"Just for the record," Taylor said, thumbing over her shoulder. "Grue just arrived with Miss Militia."
"Ahh, very good," Whitney said, taking a couple of notes.
"Right," Franklin said. "If you'll give me a moment to get Armsmaster to bring over the items we'd like you to look at?"
Franklin left and headed down the hallway. Taylor took the opportunity to put her visor back on, though she left the domino mask on underneath it. Really, she might want to start doing that in general, it would make her identity safer in the event the visor got damaged or knocked off. Come to think of it, Chris and Missy also wore visors instead of full coverage helmets. Matching her visor color was easy, as the domino masks came in black by default, but perhaps the two of them should consider domino masks colored like their own visors?
She'd just finished sending a message off to Chris, Missy, and Glenn about that thought when Franklin returned with Colin and a cart with a number of items on it. She looked over them, very interested in a couple, she'd already seen one of the others, and of the rest...
"There's no way I'm demonstrating how the sex toy works," Taylor said, causing everyone to look at her. "What?"
"We were unaware that there was a sex toy in the mix," Colin said, looking over the contents of the cart. "In fact, I'm unsure which item you're referring to."
"The pain and pleasure 'stick' on the bottom shelf. I also don't want to touch it, by the way, given that it's intended to be used internally."
The others blinked, and Colin produced a plastic bag and tongs from somewhere, using the latter to move the aforementioned item into the former. He then sealed and labeled the bag. "We're going to have to have a chat with that tinker, apparently."
"Alrighty then," Whitney said, looking around at everyone. "Anyone have any objections about any of the remaining items?" Nobody voiced any. "Right then, Maul, if you'd be kind enough to look over them?"
"To start with," Taylor said, grabbing a belt from the cart. "This appears to be a 'medic-protecting personal shield'. Based on that I suspect it's Leet's gift for Panacea?"
"I wouldn't think that your power would tell you the 'medic-protecting' part?" Franklin said.
"It didn't, that's written on the belt buckle. Though I suppose you might have issues seeing the difference between the purple and the violet?"
"You are correct either way," Colin said. "We did not, however, get a manual with it."
Taylor walked over to Amy. "Well, it's turned on by being put on. If it vibrates then it's nearing capacity and is preparing to shut down. If it starts beeping then the battery's nearly dead, and can be recharged with a wireless charging unit." Taylor flipped a cover next to the belt buckle open. "In here you can see the current charge level, energy storage level, and if needed you can direct it to dump the collected energy by pushing the button. That won't work while you're wearing it, though, and it's likely to get very hot unless you connect leads to these contacts here for it to dump the energy as electricity instead of as heat."
"If you let me take measurements I'm sure I can come up with an adapter for you," Colin volunteered. "We can discuss it later."
Amy looked at the belt, shrugged, and took it. She then slipped it on underneath her Panacea robe. It flashed briefly. "Is that it?"
Taylor's response was to punch Amy in the stomach, her hand feeling like it hit a brick wall. Amy didn't even seem to notice the impact, though she flinched at the swing.
"Not bad at all," Whitney said, sounding appreciative even as Amy poked Taylor to prevent bruising. "What did you do to warrant a gift like that?"
"I put him back together before Maul convinced his snark to stop trying to kill him," Amy replied. "Huh, I wonder if I can just add utility-belt pouches to this?"
"They make generic ones for use with any belt," Taylor said, shrugging. "They don't have to have snaps in place to attach them to after all. Though you might want to get some made out of something stronger than the usual fabrics used."
"I'll see about checking with people for options."
Taylor moved back to the cart and grabbed a small, shiny disc. "This appears to be a holographic projection unit, though the control and power unit it's supposed to sit on top of isn't present, so I can't demonstrate how to use it." She put that down and moved to the next item, which was a small cube. "This is a pocket dimension key, missing the identifier crystal. If you stick a seven-ohm resistor in the slot it'll open compatible ones if you're within five meters of their last opening position, but you won't be able to shift the location of the entrance. Oh, and it'll explode after five minutes of holding the door open that way, due to brute-forcing things. Split across all open doors, if it opened multiple."
"How big of an explosion?" Whitney asked. "In the interests of science, of course."
"Er, probably around thirty terajoules per pocket dimension? Maybe closer to forty as it grounds out the pocket dimension's energy through itself. The larger the pocket dimension the more energy will be involved."
"I don't think we'll be testing that, then," Franklin said, hastily crossing something out on his notepad. "Shame, really, but we don't have a suitable facility."
Taylor put that down and moved to the last two items. "This is the hard-light projector I repaired earlier. Simple, static projections only, currently has a variety of melee weapons programmed into it." She spun the unlabeled dial and pushed the button, resulting in a slightly-glowing golf club to appear attached to it. Spinning the dial again she switched it to a baseball bat, a bokken, and a spiked mace. "Well, that one's annoying. The points are too sharp."
"Are you implying that the hard-light projection works with your blaster power?" Whitney asked.
"Er, yeah," Taylor said, flipping to a simple metal rod. "Not that any of these are as strong as the real things, of course. Really, all of them would generate about equal force, generally annoying but probably not lethal." She turned it off and put it back down, and then grabbed one piece of the last item, in this case a control armband. She slipped it on. "This, however, is the long-range control unit for the flying platform here." She poked the surface of the armband, hitting the hidden buttons underneath and putting it in pairing mode.
"That also lacks a manual," Colin said. "And the three people who tried to test it couldn't even figure out how to turn it on."
Taylor finished pairing herself to the armband, then grinned as she hit one of the new buttons in her head. The dark blue circular platform lifted off of the side of the cart and righted itself, before the curved 'top' unfolded into a larger, flat platform. Additional surfaces spread out from those segments to fill in the gaps, and Taylor jumped up onto it. "Granted, I assume Leet meant to have it controlled with a phone, but I get to cheat a little. Once opened up like this you can use the manual controls too."
The others watched as Taylor adjusted her position on the platform and it suddenly darted forward. Another adjustment and it went into a vertical loop, stopping at the top with Taylor standing upside-down. She looked down at them and grinned, before moving her foot on a barely-visible control surface and spinning it back upright again. She then jumped off, jump harness obviously active with how slowly she was falling, and had it swing around to 'catch' her.
"You seem quite proficient in the piloting of the platform," Colin remarked. "Is it similar to something else you've used?"
"Not really," Taylor replied, pushing off from the currently inverted platform. She spun in the air and landed on her feet, before the platform folded back up and landed next to her. "But my 'understanding technology' power is good at 'what it does' and 'how to use it'. Horrible at details with 'why it works' and flat out refuses to answer 'how it works', though. The platform here seems to be creating an alternate gravity gradient of some kind in an inertia bubble, for example, which is why it works regardless of orientation. But I can't tell you how it does it, just that it does."
"Alright," Whitney said, finishing up a couple of notes. "So, we should be good for blaster testing now, unless you want to do the snark feeding first?"
"I vote we save the feeding for last," Amy said. "In part because I think the longer wait will be a better lesson for Eidolon."
"I'll agree to that," Taylor replied.
"Then I suggest we head next door," Franklin said. "Feel free to bring your new toys with you."
"Don't forget this," Colin said, tossing the hard-light projector to Taylor. She caught it, and then looked at him. "Leet said that if you could fix it then you could keep it, as it was going to be too much trouble for him to fix. The fact that it works with your powers just makes it a better choice for you."
Taylor shrugged and dropped it into a pouch. She'd have to consider reprogramming things like the spiked mace, though she might leave the sword in for practice purposes. She then followed Amy, Franklin, and Whitney into the next room over, which appeared to have a number of improvised pieces of test equipment in it. Half of which appeared to be held together with tape.
"Please tell me that only one of the two of us has to use any of those," Amy said, looking over the various things.
"There are a couple intended for both of us at the same time, I think," Taylor said. "And half of these I'm not sure can be used twice?"
"We only really got the green light to come out on Tuesday," the black-haired man of the three that had been setting things up said. "I'm Masaru."
"I'm Paul," the brown-haired man said from where he was apparently checking that a weight was secured. He then fell down the contraption. "I meant to do that."
"And I'm Elizabeth," the red-haired woman said. "And he totally didn't mean to do that."
Taylor and Amy were led through a series of tests, some of them wildly improbable. Like 'does the projection keep working if the projected point breaks off of the handle used'. The answer to that was 'no'. Others were more like prototype weapons, such as a gun-like device that could be reset, intended to simulate a bullet firing without firing an actual bullet. Too bad it fell apart on the third use.
Finding out that Taylor and Amy could double-up on things, though, was interesting. They could, if working together, either apply both kinds of projections to the same object, or apply the same projection twice. The implications for that, if they were to add a second bench to the railgun?
Spinning things to the point where they were effectively rigid didn't appear to work, but chain links that were rigged to 'snap together' while under the spinning forces did. At least until one of them snapped. Luckily everyone else had been behind a shield at the time.
Some of the contraptions were energetic.
"Is that a rocket?" Amy asked.
"Yep," Paul answered. "The handle here connects to the head of the hammer, and we put the rocket inside the hole I put in the backside. This will let us see what happens when you use the blaster power on a rocket-hammer, for something that you're 'swinging' but is also self-powered."
Other things had been a little more anticlimactic.
"Why are we sitting in linked boxes on wheels?" Amy asked, looking at the second box in front of her. Even though they all had wheels, none of the boxes were moving.
"I think they thought we could project the box we're sitting in forward and use it for propulsion by pushing the box we're chained to?" Taylor answered.
"I don't think things work that way."
"No, they don't."
The last few tests were intended to test accuracy of the projected 'line' they could sense. Such as 'can you hit the specific egg in an arrangement of them'. They included checks of their accuracy for toggling the projection on and off to only hit specific points.
"I think that just about does it," Franklin said, looking over the testing area. Most of the various contraptions were now in pieces, though only one had been destroyed before it could be used. Taylor had taken one look at the remains and declared that it couldn't be repaired. "Which leaves us with the last bits of trump testing, including the 'snark feeding'."
Taylor looked at Franklin. "What do you want to test other than the feeding?"
"Communication, since you've already shown almost total immunity to master effects and the ability to shut some parahumans down. Not how we intended to test those two, granted, but we've seen them."
"Do you have a semi-private room? Some of what I get when I actually talk to snarks can be quite personal."
"We can stick you in the therapist testing room," Whitney offered. "But unless a licensed therapist connects in to monitor we'll have to leave the microphones on for us."
Taylor frowned slightly, then grinned. She pulled up Eidolon's file and found that once she'd opened the full version there was, in fact, a therapist listed there.
"Sorry about the delay," Amy said as she entered the conference room with Franklin behind her. "Grue, you're good staying here, you're in Maul's range and that's all she needs."
"Oh, cool," Brian said. "Easier than I thought this would be. What does she need me for anyway?"
"Your snark is willing to offload extra energy to hers."
"Right," Franklin said. "Eidolon? We're ready for you, I'll bring you to Maul and leave you two to it, then check with you when you're done for your view of the feeding process."
"Hello again Eidolon," Taylor said as the Triumvirate member entered the room. Franklin and Whitney had left them alone, and David's therapist on record was monitoring. Apparently he had a habit of skipping out on his scheduled sessions, so having Taylor forcing him into one was seen as a good thing. "Please have a seat."
"I'd like to apologize for earlier," David said. "I, er, yeah."
"There's no real excuse?"
"Yes."
"Well, as penance you're going to be going through a therapy session with me." David looked ready to object to that, but Taylor continued. "We already decided that it's either that or I declare that I don't feel comfortable feeding your snark and we report what you attempted officially. I hear all unapproved uses of master abilities by adult members of the Protectorate on anyone underage are looked at by the Youth Guard first."
Taylor thought it was amusing that not having his snark fed had generated body language that looked like annoyance, but the threat of the Youth Guard had generated what looked like actual fear. It took him a moment to recover before he nodded.
"Now then," Taylor continued. "I'm going to start by having a quick chat with your snark, then we'll see about dealing with some of your issues. Your therapist recommended several topics, you see. Oh, and I ended up seeing your full file when I looked up your therapist, if you're more comfortable without the mask."
David looked at Taylor, but didn't take the mask off. Oh well.
Taylor: So, hello again.
[Query]
Taylor: Yes, I have energy that I can feed you with now. But before I do so in any significant amounts I want to make it clear that not only will I stop, but I will do everything I can to take the energy back if you try and force things again.
[Agreement]
Taylor felt a trickle of energy start, much slower than she could be going, but even that was enough to cause the other snark to, relax maybe?
Taylor: There. Now then, I'd like to ask you a few questions. To start with, what do you do for David here?
[Reluctance. Data]
Taylor: Emulation? So you reconfigure parts of yourself to provide the abilities he needs, based on your internal database?
[Elaboration]
Taylor: Ahh, so you need the right pieces, but you have most of them so it isn't usually a problem. Do you help him use the abilities?
[Agreement. Offense]
Taylor: Sorry, I didn't mean to imply you didn't do your task well, even if you think he stole you. Is there anything else there?
[...Data]
Taylor: I'm sorry if I damaged things, but you did help him try and control me. I don't think I can help you with repairs, though.
[Acceptance. Annoyance]
Taylor: Nice to know you realize that I have no way to help you there. So, is there anything you'd like him to do that he isn't?
[Data]
Taylor: Heal the injured Jabberwock, then get killed by it? That doesn't sound very nice for him.
[Query]
Taylor: Well, ok. Yes, I asked, and I shouldn't always expect answers I like.
David's snark had gotten more into things when it figured out that David was being forced to confront things he didn't want to, though probably only because it was making him uncomfortable. It was, well, 'professional' enough to not let those feelings stop it from doing its best with him, but was also vindictive enough to help Taylor.
Going the other direction, Taylor had been able to convince 'Emulator' to give David a list of powers he could pick from with general energy requirement indicators as well as a meter to show how much energy he had available. David's mood had improved significantly when he saw the energy level rising, and had become a lot more willing to talk about his own issues at that point. Most of them seemed to stem from a feeling that he wasn't strong enough in various ways. Having an actual meter in his head telling him why he couldn't use powers, that he now knew could be replenished, was apparently good for him.
"Huh," David said as they were leaving the room. Taylor had prodded Broadcast Administrator into increasing the energy flow at that point, figuring she might as well push as much as she could into him now. "A number of powers have no power requirements, just an 'unavailable - seek repairs'?"
"I'm sorry," Taylor said, shrugging as she mentally prodded the controls for her new platform, telling it to follow her from where she'd left it in the hallway. "But your snark said that when I shut you down instead of taking the master effect I accidentally damaged things due to pulling power through them. So while those powers are in your snark's database the pieces needed to use them aren't available."
"I see. That would explain why they are almost entirely 'master' type powers, if I understand the labels correctly. Well, I shall give my report to Franklin and Whitney while my 'snark' is being fed. Then I will have to go test some things."
Taylor and David entered the conference room. David went over to Franklin, Whitney looked to be helping the other three clean up the blaster test stuff.
"So that seemed to go well enough," Amy said as Taylor sat down next to her. Brian looked at them oddly as the platform landed on the floor nearby.
"It did," Taylor said. "Once the initial, er, bumps were dealt with? It'll be a few minutes while he charges up, then I think we're done. But while we're waiting, I think I'll see if I can adjust the programming on my new toy."
Taylor pulled the hard-light projector out of the pouch she'd dropped it in and then dug around for a data cable she was fairly certain would work. Or at least her snark thought so, which was good enough. She grinned in triumph when she found it, and then made quick work of attaching the projector to one of the fold-out terminals in the table.
"So you've got twelve slots?" Amy said a couple of minutes later as she watched Taylor work.
"Yeah," Taylor said, even as she started messing with the spiked mace model. She opted to blunt the spikes to make it a studded mace instead of a spiked one. Luckily there was a good 3D modeling program available. "I think I'll leave the sword despite it not being blunt, and four of the slots are empty anyway as they were damaged."
"What's in the last two slots then?"
"Tennis racket and a frying pan."
"Why do I think tomorrow's patrol is going to be interesting?" Brian asked.
"Not sure," Taylor said. "Unless the radiation scare has let up enough for a normal patrol?"
"Ok, yeah, there is that."
"I'm due a hospital day either way," Amy admitted. "So perhaps you'll be able to play with your new toys to distract people while I'm healing? At least until New Wave's firearms class, anyway?"
Upon arriving back at the PRT building Taylor and Amy had hopped on the elevator to head all the way down to the basement areas, as Miss Militia had sent a request to see them in the Wards area before they left. Taylor was going to be changing out of her costume and storing everything anyway, so it wasn't a big deal. Brian was going to be catching one of the short-hop flights back, instead of riding on Taylor's new flying platform. Amy had been all for trying the platform and was grinning as hard as Taylor was when they'd landed at the PRT building.
"Hello," Missy said as they entered the Wards area. She appeared to be getting ready to leave, being out of costume. "How'd your testing go?"
"Decently," Taylor said, directing the platform to wait to the side for the moment.
"That doesn't look easy to ride on."
Amy snickered as Taylor grinned, telling it to open up. Missy bounced over and looked at it. "Ok, that's cool. Storage mode, kinda?"
"Something like that," Taylor answered. "Since you're here, I don't suppose you'd be willing to look at a sheath for me?"
Missy raised an eyebrow, and Taylor grinned. She packed the platform up and had it follow her into her room, where she grabbed the case holding the sword and the 'knife' sheath. She brought those out and showed Missy.
"I'd like to be able to fit the entire sword in here, you see," Taylor explained. "If it works well enough Legend will probably want something similar."
Missy took both sheaths and concentrated. There was no visible change, but she then put the full-sized sheath down and picked up the sword. It slid right into the knife-sized sheath, a perfect fit.
"Thank you," Taylor said as she took the now-sheathed sword from Missy. "Maybe we should get you a sword too."
"No thanks," Missy replied. "Just make sure you catch the first time that's used on your camera."
"I was planning on it anyway."
"So, how long do you have before you need to be gone?" Amy asked.
Missy blinked, and checked the time. "Crap, I have to get going now. Sorry. Bye!" She then crunched space to get to the door faster. Based on how fast she headed down the hall towards the gym she was likely crunching space there too.
"I should get changed and ensure that everything's put away," Taylor said, putting the sword and knife sheath into the case and picking it up.
Amy opted to grab a soda while Taylor got changed and they waited for Miss Militia.
Amy: Is Miss Militia even in the building?
Taylor: She started moving around shortly after we landed. I don't think she expected us already?
Amy: Ah, probably didn't think we'd take your flying platform instead of a short-hop transport. It's actually a bit faster than I thought it would be.
Taylor: Well, too bad you don't patrol. You could join the Wards when I'm patrolling and ride with me.
Amy: Huh, I wonder if I could do that. I mean, I'm not exactly a squishy healer now, at least not exclusively?
"It might work," Taylor said as she came out to the main area. "Maybe you should check with Carol and Sarah about it. Oh, and Miss Militia should be here any moment now."
Taylor grabbed her own soda and drank half of it in one shot, just putting the can down as Miss Militia came into the Wards area with a box.
"Good afternoon Miss Dallon, Miss Hebert," Miss Militia said.
"It's the meeting of the misses," Taylor quipped, getting a snicker out of Amy and a roll of Miss Militia's eyes. "Good afternoon."
"Good afternoon," Amy echoed.
"First up," Miss Militia said, putting the box down. "I have PRT-issue toolkits for both of you. Miss Hebert, yours is intended specifically for when you're in costume. You may want to pick up some for when you aren't."
"I already ordered some," Taylor admitted as she accepted one of the toolkits. Amy took the other one and put it in the bag she had with her.
"Next up, Miss Dallon," Miss Militia said, pulling an envelope out of the box. "I'm not sure why, but we were asked if we could get you an alcohol license card on short notice. In addition, however, we've included your PRT identification card. You now have Wards-level access to all PRT facilities. I'm sure that Miss Hebert can help you with any questions you have about that."
"Thank you," Amy said, taking the envelope. She opened it up and removed the two cards inside, grinning, before putting them away.
"Finally, I'd like to inform the both of you that your mopeds are ready and sitting in the secure garage, Wards lot. And that's all, so I'll let you go."
Taylor and Amy both blinked, and then grinned. Taylor downed the rest of her soda, Amy grabbing the can to rinse it so that Taylor could put her toolkit away.
Five minutes later Taylor was giving Amy a crash course in operating her moped, including two actual crashes due to the limited space in the parking lot. Amy was a little jealous of Taylor's 'improved' moped, but thought that the crosses added to her moped and the provided helmet were a nice touch.
The Think Tank was looking over the preliminary power testing results, ensuring that things looked correct. They'd somewhat gotten stuck on a specific statement, though, as Eidolon being shut down for at least two hours before being forced into a therapy session was a little hard to take in. Now if only their own abilities weren't all confirming it.
If this wasn't a good enough excuse to make an addition to the girl's wall they didn't know what was. Especially since one of them thought that if she hadn't stopped she'd have killed his power and, through that, him.
It took a few minutes to come to the realization that the energy the girl would 'feed' agents had to come from somewhere, and gathering it from other agents was incredibly likely.
"What did David do this time?" the woman wondered. "And is this going to be temporary, or did he just screw himself over permanently?"
<BA: Data>
Taylor: Yeah, ok.
<BA: Energy Transfer Halted. Additional connections closed>
Taylor: Now then, if you play nice we'll see about giving you your energy back later, when the snark we're waiting for has shown up. Got it?
[Agreement]
"Now then," Taylor said aloud. "I'm going to suggest that you go wait patiently in the conference room, as we're in the middle of power testing and the normal source of energy I'm using hasn't arrived yet. When they show up and we get to the actual feeding testing we'll see about feeding your snark, ok?"
Eidolon just nodded, apparently not trusting himself to speak, and very carefully stood up and backed out of the room, hitting the wall three times before he found the door. He then hit that twice before finding the 'open' button.
"Do we want to know what just happened?" Whitney asked.
"He pulled out a master power and used it on all of us to try and get Maul to feed his snark," Amy said, glaring in the general direction Eidolon had just gone. "But Maul's 'tank' was empty. So she shut him down and then pulled energy from his snark to partially fill her tank instead."
"I'm led to believe I pulled enough energy from his snark to cripple it until I feed it again," Taylor added, shaking her head. "Now then, we were about to test our ability to sense blunt enough things being pushed into our range?"
"Right," Franklin said. "If you two would put on the blindfolds?"
Sherrel was debating what to do, since she didn't need to be there, when Eidolon came into the room. When the fuck did he show up? He very carefully and somewhat timidly sat down in a seat, apparently chosen so he could see the door he'd just come through and the monitors. The...presence everyone described him as having seemed to be missing, though. Maybe they'd used someone else wearing a duplicate costume as a test?
She decided that there wasn't any good reason to stick around, as she'd been informed that their results would be compiled and sent to them later anyway. So she left the Eidolon-lookalike sitting there as she got up and pulled out her phone. She still needed the map to find her way around, after all.
"Well," Franklin said, looking at his notes. "The two of you were both able to detect every single compatible item brought close enough to your skin, but we can also confirm that being close enough to your hair does not count. Now then, Maul, your 'tinker snark' as you call it grants you one more thinker-class ability, the 'understanding' of technology. We'd like to test that next."
"Just for the record," Taylor said, thumbing over her shoulder. "Grue just arrived with Miss Militia."
"Ahh, very good," Whitney said, taking a couple of notes.
"Right," Franklin said. "If you'll give me a moment to get Armsmaster to bring over the items we'd like you to look at?"
Franklin left and headed down the hallway. Taylor took the opportunity to put her visor back on, though she left the domino mask on underneath it. Really, she might want to start doing that in general, it would make her identity safer in the event the visor got damaged or knocked off. Come to think of it, Chris and Missy also wore visors instead of full coverage helmets. Matching her visor color was easy, as the domino masks came in black by default, but perhaps the two of them should consider domino masks colored like their own visors?
She'd just finished sending a message off to Chris, Missy, and Glenn about that thought when Franklin returned with Colin and a cart with a number of items on it. She looked over them, very interested in a couple, she'd already seen one of the others, and of the rest...
"There's no way I'm demonstrating how the sex toy works," Taylor said, causing everyone to look at her. "What?"
"We were unaware that there was a sex toy in the mix," Colin said, looking over the contents of the cart. "In fact, I'm unsure which item you're referring to."
"The pain and pleasure 'stick' on the bottom shelf. I also don't want to touch it, by the way, given that it's intended to be used internally."
The others blinked, and Colin produced a plastic bag and tongs from somewhere, using the latter to move the aforementioned item into the former. He then sealed and labeled the bag. "We're going to have to have a chat with that tinker, apparently."
"Alrighty then," Whitney said, looking around at everyone. "Anyone have any objections about any of the remaining items?" Nobody voiced any. "Right then, Maul, if you'd be kind enough to look over them?"
"To start with," Taylor said, grabbing a belt from the cart. "This appears to be a 'medic-protecting personal shield'. Based on that I suspect it's Leet's gift for Panacea?"
"I wouldn't think that your power would tell you the 'medic-protecting' part?" Franklin said.
"It didn't, that's written on the belt buckle. Though I suppose you might have issues seeing the difference between the purple and the violet?"
"You are correct either way," Colin said. "We did not, however, get a manual with it."
Taylor walked over to Amy. "Well, it's turned on by being put on. If it vibrates then it's nearing capacity and is preparing to shut down. If it starts beeping then the battery's nearly dead, and can be recharged with a wireless charging unit." Taylor flipped a cover next to the belt buckle open. "In here you can see the current charge level, energy storage level, and if needed you can direct it to dump the collected energy by pushing the button. That won't work while you're wearing it, though, and it's likely to get very hot unless you connect leads to these contacts here for it to dump the energy as electricity instead of as heat."
"If you let me take measurements I'm sure I can come up with an adapter for you," Colin volunteered. "We can discuss it later."
Amy looked at the belt, shrugged, and took it. She then slipped it on underneath her Panacea robe. It flashed briefly. "Is that it?"
Taylor's response was to punch Amy in the stomach, her hand feeling like it hit a brick wall. Amy didn't even seem to notice the impact, though she flinched at the swing.
"Not bad at all," Whitney said, sounding appreciative even as Amy poked Taylor to prevent bruising. "What did you do to warrant a gift like that?"
"I put him back together before Maul convinced his snark to stop trying to kill him," Amy replied. "Huh, I wonder if I can just add utility-belt pouches to this?"
"They make generic ones for use with any belt," Taylor said, shrugging. "They don't have to have snaps in place to attach them to after all. Though you might want to get some made out of something stronger than the usual fabrics used."
"I'll see about checking with people for options."
Taylor moved back to the cart and grabbed a small, shiny disc. "This appears to be a holographic projection unit, though the control and power unit it's supposed to sit on top of isn't present, so I can't demonstrate how to use it." She put that down and moved to the next item, which was a small cube. "This is a pocket dimension key, missing the identifier crystal. If you stick a seven-ohm resistor in the slot it'll open compatible ones if you're within five meters of their last opening position, but you won't be able to shift the location of the entrance. Oh, and it'll explode after five minutes of holding the door open that way, due to brute-forcing things. Split across all open doors, if it opened multiple."
"How big of an explosion?" Whitney asked. "In the interests of science, of course."
"Er, probably around thirty terajoules per pocket dimension? Maybe closer to forty as it grounds out the pocket dimension's energy through itself. The larger the pocket dimension the more energy will be involved."
"I don't think we'll be testing that, then," Franklin said, hastily crossing something out on his notepad. "Shame, really, but we don't have a suitable facility."
Taylor put that down and moved to the last two items. "This is the hard-light projector I repaired earlier. Simple, static projections only, currently has a variety of melee weapons programmed into it." She spun the unlabeled dial and pushed the button, resulting in a slightly-glowing golf club to appear attached to it. Spinning the dial again she switched it to a baseball bat, a bokken, and a spiked mace. "Well, that one's annoying. The points are too sharp."
"Are you implying that the hard-light projection works with your blaster power?" Whitney asked.
"Er, yeah," Taylor said, flipping to a simple metal rod. "Not that any of these are as strong as the real things, of course. Really, all of them would generate about equal force, generally annoying but probably not lethal." She turned it off and put it back down, and then grabbed one piece of the last item, in this case a control armband. She slipped it on. "This, however, is the long-range control unit for the flying platform here." She poked the surface of the armband, hitting the hidden buttons underneath and putting it in pairing mode.
"That also lacks a manual," Colin said. "And the three people who tried to test it couldn't even figure out how to turn it on."
Taylor finished pairing herself to the armband, then grinned as she hit one of the new buttons in her head. The dark blue circular platform lifted off of the side of the cart and righted itself, before the curved 'top' unfolded into a larger, flat platform. Additional surfaces spread out from those segments to fill in the gaps, and Taylor jumped up onto it. "Granted, I assume Leet meant to have it controlled with a phone, but I get to cheat a little. Once opened up like this you can use the manual controls too."
The others watched as Taylor adjusted her position on the platform and it suddenly darted forward. Another adjustment and it went into a vertical loop, stopping at the top with Taylor standing upside-down. She looked down at them and grinned, before moving her foot on a barely-visible control surface and spinning it back upright again. She then jumped off, jump harness obviously active with how slowly she was falling, and had it swing around to 'catch' her.
"You seem quite proficient in the piloting of the platform," Colin remarked. "Is it similar to something else you've used?"
"Not really," Taylor replied, pushing off from the currently inverted platform. She spun in the air and landed on her feet, before the platform folded back up and landed next to her. "But my 'understanding technology' power is good at 'what it does' and 'how to use it'. Horrible at details with 'why it works' and flat out refuses to answer 'how it works', though. The platform here seems to be creating an alternate gravity gradient of some kind in an inertia bubble, for example, which is why it works regardless of orientation. But I can't tell you how it does it, just that it does."
"Alright," Whitney said, finishing up a couple of notes. "So, we should be good for blaster testing now, unless you want to do the snark feeding first?"
"I vote we save the feeding for last," Amy said. "In part because I think the longer wait will be a better lesson for Eidolon."
"I'll agree to that," Taylor replied.
"Then I suggest we head next door," Franklin said. "Feel free to bring your new toys with you."
"Don't forget this," Colin said, tossing the hard-light projector to Taylor. She caught it, and then looked at him. "Leet said that if you could fix it then you could keep it, as it was going to be too much trouble for him to fix. The fact that it works with your powers just makes it a better choice for you."
Taylor shrugged and dropped it into a pouch. She'd have to consider reprogramming things like the spiked mace, though she might leave the sword in for practice purposes. She then followed Amy, Franklin, and Whitney into the next room over, which appeared to have a number of improvised pieces of test equipment in it. Half of which appeared to be held together with tape.
"Please tell me that only one of the two of us has to use any of those," Amy said, looking over the various things.
"There are a couple intended for both of us at the same time, I think," Taylor said. "And half of these I'm not sure can be used twice?"
"We only really got the green light to come out on Tuesday," the black-haired man of the three that had been setting things up said. "I'm Masaru."
"I'm Paul," the brown-haired man said from where he was apparently checking that a weight was secured. He then fell down the contraption. "I meant to do that."
"And I'm Elizabeth," the red-haired woman said. "And he totally didn't mean to do that."
Taylor and Amy were led through a series of tests, some of them wildly improbable. Like 'does the projection keep working if the projected point breaks off of the handle used'. The answer to that was 'no'. Others were more like prototype weapons, such as a gun-like device that could be reset, intended to simulate a bullet firing without firing an actual bullet. Too bad it fell apart on the third use.
Finding out that Taylor and Amy could double-up on things, though, was interesting. They could, if working together, either apply both kinds of projections to the same object, or apply the same projection twice. The implications for that, if they were to add a second bench to the railgun?
Spinning things to the point where they were effectively rigid didn't appear to work, but chain links that were rigged to 'snap together' while under the spinning forces did. At least until one of them snapped. Luckily everyone else had been behind a shield at the time.
Some of the contraptions were energetic.
"Is that a rocket?" Amy asked.
"Yep," Paul answered. "The handle here connects to the head of the hammer, and we put the rocket inside the hole I put in the backside. This will let us see what happens when you use the blaster power on a rocket-hammer, for something that you're 'swinging' but is also self-powered."
Other things had been a little more anticlimactic.
"Why are we sitting in linked boxes on wheels?" Amy asked, looking at the second box in front of her. Even though they all had wheels, none of the boxes were moving.
"I think they thought we could project the box we're sitting in forward and use it for propulsion by pushing the box we're chained to?" Taylor answered.
"I don't think things work that way."
"No, they don't."
The last few tests were intended to test accuracy of the projected 'line' they could sense. Such as 'can you hit the specific egg in an arrangement of them'. They included checks of their accuracy for toggling the projection on and off to only hit specific points.
"I think that just about does it," Franklin said, looking over the testing area. Most of the various contraptions were now in pieces, though only one had been destroyed before it could be used. Taylor had taken one look at the remains and declared that it couldn't be repaired. "Which leaves us with the last bits of trump testing, including the 'snark feeding'."
Taylor looked at Franklin. "What do you want to test other than the feeding?"
"Communication, since you've already shown almost total immunity to master effects and the ability to shut some parahumans down. Not how we intended to test those two, granted, but we've seen them."
"Do you have a semi-private room? Some of what I get when I actually talk to snarks can be quite personal."
"We can stick you in the therapist testing room," Whitney offered. "But unless a licensed therapist connects in to monitor we'll have to leave the microphones on for us."
Taylor frowned slightly, then grinned. She pulled up Eidolon's file and found that once she'd opened the full version there was, in fact, a therapist listed there.
"Sorry about the delay," Amy said as she entered the conference room with Franklin behind her. "Grue, you're good staying here, you're in Maul's range and that's all she needs."
"Oh, cool," Brian said. "Easier than I thought this would be. What does she need me for anyway?"
"Your snark is willing to offload extra energy to hers."
"Right," Franklin said. "Eidolon? We're ready for you, I'll bring you to Maul and leave you two to it, then check with you when you're done for your view of the feeding process."
"Hello again Eidolon," Taylor said as the Triumvirate member entered the room. Franklin and Whitney had left them alone, and David's therapist on record was monitoring. Apparently he had a habit of skipping out on his scheduled sessions, so having Taylor forcing him into one was seen as a good thing. "Please have a seat."
"I'd like to apologize for earlier," David said. "I, er, yeah."
"There's no real excuse?"
"Yes."
"Well, as penance you're going to be going through a therapy session with me." David looked ready to object to that, but Taylor continued. "We already decided that it's either that or I declare that I don't feel comfortable feeding your snark and we report what you attempted officially. I hear all unapproved uses of master abilities by adult members of the Protectorate on anyone underage are looked at by the Youth Guard first."
Taylor thought it was amusing that not having his snark fed had generated body language that looked like annoyance, but the threat of the Youth Guard had generated what looked like actual fear. It took him a moment to recover before he nodded.
"Now then," Taylor continued. "I'm going to start by having a quick chat with your snark, then we'll see about dealing with some of your issues. Your therapist recommended several topics, you see. Oh, and I ended up seeing your full file when I looked up your therapist, if you're more comfortable without the mask."
David looked at Taylor, but didn't take the mask off. Oh well.
Taylor: So, hello again.
[Query]
Taylor: Yes, I have energy that I can feed you with now. But before I do so in any significant amounts I want to make it clear that not only will I stop, but I will do everything I can to take the energy back if you try and force things again.
[Agreement]
Taylor felt a trickle of energy start, much slower than she could be going, but even that was enough to cause the other snark to, relax maybe?
Taylor: There. Now then, I'd like to ask you a few questions. To start with, what do you do for David here?
[Reluctance. Data]
Taylor: Emulation? So you reconfigure parts of yourself to provide the abilities he needs, based on your internal database?
[Elaboration]
Taylor: Ahh, so you need the right pieces, but you have most of them so it isn't usually a problem. Do you help him use the abilities?
[Agreement. Offense]
Taylor: Sorry, I didn't mean to imply you didn't do your task well, even if you think he stole you. Is there anything else there?
[...Data]
Taylor: I'm sorry if I damaged things, but you did help him try and control me. I don't think I can help you with repairs, though.
[Acceptance. Annoyance]
Taylor: Nice to know you realize that I have no way to help you there. So, is there anything you'd like him to do that he isn't?
[Data]
Taylor: Heal the injured Jabberwock, then get killed by it? That doesn't sound very nice for him.
[Query]
Taylor: Well, ok. Yes, I asked, and I shouldn't always expect answers I like.
David's snark had gotten more into things when it figured out that David was being forced to confront things he didn't want to, though probably only because it was making him uncomfortable. It was, well, 'professional' enough to not let those feelings stop it from doing its best with him, but was also vindictive enough to help Taylor.
Going the other direction, Taylor had been able to convince 'Emulator' to give David a list of powers he could pick from with general energy requirement indicators as well as a meter to show how much energy he had available. David's mood had improved significantly when he saw the energy level rising, and had become a lot more willing to talk about his own issues at that point. Most of them seemed to stem from a feeling that he wasn't strong enough in various ways. Having an actual meter in his head telling him why he couldn't use powers, that he now knew could be replenished, was apparently good for him.
"Huh," David said as they were leaving the room. Taylor had prodded Broadcast Administrator into increasing the energy flow at that point, figuring she might as well push as much as she could into him now. "A number of powers have no power requirements, just an 'unavailable - seek repairs'?"
"I'm sorry," Taylor said, shrugging as she mentally prodded the controls for her new platform, telling it to follow her from where she'd left it in the hallway. "But your snark said that when I shut you down instead of taking the master effect I accidentally damaged things due to pulling power through them. So while those powers are in your snark's database the pieces needed to use them aren't available."
"I see. That would explain why they are almost entirely 'master' type powers, if I understand the labels correctly. Well, I shall give my report to Franklin and Whitney while my 'snark' is being fed. Then I will have to go test some things."
Taylor and David entered the conference room. David went over to Franklin, Whitney looked to be helping the other three clean up the blaster test stuff.
"So that seemed to go well enough," Amy said as Taylor sat down next to her. Brian looked at them oddly as the platform landed on the floor nearby.
"It did," Taylor said. "Once the initial, er, bumps were dealt with? It'll be a few minutes while he charges up, then I think we're done. But while we're waiting, I think I'll see if I can adjust the programming on my new toy."
Taylor pulled the hard-light projector out of the pouch she'd dropped it in and then dug around for a data cable she was fairly certain would work. Or at least her snark thought so, which was good enough. She grinned in triumph when she found it, and then made quick work of attaching the projector to one of the fold-out terminals in the table.
"So you've got twelve slots?" Amy said a couple of minutes later as she watched Taylor work.
"Yeah," Taylor said, even as she started messing with the spiked mace model. She opted to blunt the spikes to make it a studded mace instead of a spiked one. Luckily there was a good 3D modeling program available. "I think I'll leave the sword despite it not being blunt, and four of the slots are empty anyway as they were damaged."
"What's in the last two slots then?"
"Tennis racket and a frying pan."
"Why do I think tomorrow's patrol is going to be interesting?" Brian asked.
"Not sure," Taylor said. "Unless the radiation scare has let up enough for a normal patrol?"
"Ok, yeah, there is that."
"I'm due a hospital day either way," Amy admitted. "So perhaps you'll be able to play with your new toys to distract people while I'm healing? At least until New Wave's firearms class, anyway?"
Upon arriving back at the PRT building Taylor and Amy had hopped on the elevator to head all the way down to the basement areas, as Miss Militia had sent a request to see them in the Wards area before they left. Taylor was going to be changing out of her costume and storing everything anyway, so it wasn't a big deal. Brian was going to be catching one of the short-hop flights back, instead of riding on Taylor's new flying platform. Amy had been all for trying the platform and was grinning as hard as Taylor was when they'd landed at the PRT building.
"Hello," Missy said as they entered the Wards area. She appeared to be getting ready to leave, being out of costume. "How'd your testing go?"
"Decently," Taylor said, directing the platform to wait to the side for the moment.
"That doesn't look easy to ride on."
Amy snickered as Taylor grinned, telling it to open up. Missy bounced over and looked at it. "Ok, that's cool. Storage mode, kinda?"
"Something like that," Taylor answered. "Since you're here, I don't suppose you'd be willing to look at a sheath for me?"
Missy raised an eyebrow, and Taylor grinned. She packed the platform up and had it follow her into her room, where she grabbed the case holding the sword and the 'knife' sheath. She brought those out and showed Missy.
"I'd like to be able to fit the entire sword in here, you see," Taylor explained. "If it works well enough Legend will probably want something similar."
Missy took both sheaths and concentrated. There was no visible change, but she then put the full-sized sheath down and picked up the sword. It slid right into the knife-sized sheath, a perfect fit.
"Thank you," Taylor said as she took the now-sheathed sword from Missy. "Maybe we should get you a sword too."
"No thanks," Missy replied. "Just make sure you catch the first time that's used on your camera."
"I was planning on it anyway."
"So, how long do you have before you need to be gone?" Amy asked.
Missy blinked, and checked the time. "Crap, I have to get going now. Sorry. Bye!" She then crunched space to get to the door faster. Based on how fast she headed down the hall towards the gym she was likely crunching space there too.
"I should get changed and ensure that everything's put away," Taylor said, putting the sword and knife sheath into the case and picking it up.
Amy opted to grab a soda while Taylor got changed and they waited for Miss Militia.
Amy: Is Miss Militia even in the building?
Taylor: She started moving around shortly after we landed. I don't think she expected us already?
Amy: Ah, probably didn't think we'd take your flying platform instead of a short-hop transport. It's actually a bit faster than I thought it would be.
Taylor: Well, too bad you don't patrol. You could join the Wards when I'm patrolling and ride with me.
Amy: Huh, I wonder if I could do that. I mean, I'm not exactly a squishy healer now, at least not exclusively?
"It might work," Taylor said as she came out to the main area. "Maybe you should check with Carol and Sarah about it. Oh, and Miss Militia should be here any moment now."
Taylor grabbed her own soda and drank half of it in one shot, just putting the can down as Miss Militia came into the Wards area with a box.
"Good afternoon Miss Dallon, Miss Hebert," Miss Militia said.
"It's the meeting of the misses," Taylor quipped, getting a snicker out of Amy and a roll of Miss Militia's eyes. "Good afternoon."
"Good afternoon," Amy echoed.
"First up," Miss Militia said, putting the box down. "I have PRT-issue toolkits for both of you. Miss Hebert, yours is intended specifically for when you're in costume. You may want to pick up some for when you aren't."
"I already ordered some," Taylor admitted as she accepted one of the toolkits. Amy took the other one and put it in the bag she had with her.
"Next up, Miss Dallon," Miss Militia said, pulling an envelope out of the box. "I'm not sure why, but we were asked if we could get you an alcohol license card on short notice. In addition, however, we've included your PRT identification card. You now have Wards-level access to all PRT facilities. I'm sure that Miss Hebert can help you with any questions you have about that."
"Thank you," Amy said, taking the envelope. She opened it up and removed the two cards inside, grinning, before putting them away.
"Finally, I'd like to inform the both of you that your mopeds are ready and sitting in the secure garage, Wards lot. And that's all, so I'll let you go."
Taylor and Amy both blinked, and then grinned. Taylor downed the rest of her soda, Amy grabbing the can to rinse it so that Taylor could put her toolkit away.
Five minutes later Taylor was giving Amy a crash course in operating her moped, including two actual crashes due to the limited space in the parking lot. Amy was a little jealous of Taylor's 'improved' moped, but thought that the crosses added to her moped and the provided helmet were a nice touch.
The Think Tank was looking over the preliminary power testing results, ensuring that things looked correct. They'd somewhat gotten stuck on a specific statement, though, as Eidolon being shut down for at least two hours before being forced into a therapy session was a little hard to take in. Now if only their own abilities weren't all confirming it.
If this wasn't a good enough excuse to make an addition to the girl's wall they didn't know what was. Especially since one of them thought that if she hadn't stopped she'd have killed his power and, through that, him.
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Richardson
CAN YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?
- Location
- Yes
Well, that's a thing that just happened.
Yes, I suppose threatening to kill his power to his power's face is a good way of making certain it understands in no uncertain terms that Taylor is not in the mood for it's shit.
Yes, I suppose threatening to kill his power to his power's face is a good way of making certain it understands in no uncertain terms that Taylor is not in the mood for it's shit.
- Location
- England
Ah, Maul didn't manage to get everything out of his Snark, though. I was wondering if she would.
Ho boy. Yes, that would make sense. I didn't catch that likely point.
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Finagle007
[Verified Great Old One]
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Oh fuck.
- Location
- Beyond the Unknowable Veil
That was surprisingly anticlimactic.
Hmm. The Endbringers freed? I didn't consider that. And now we wait for WEDNESDAY with bated breath.
Hmm. The Endbringers freed? I didn't consider that. And now we wait for WEDNESDAY with bated breath.
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Richardson
CAN YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?
- Location
- Yes
Not really? Kind of something to be expected.
No the problem is that Eden is technically still twitching. That might be an issue eventually.
BlackLantern2814
Hello darkness my old friend.
- Location
- Earth
Not good!Why does his shard want it though? I thought they liked the data getting from humans? Or is it just some of them?
Richardson
CAN YOU HEAR THE PEOPLE SING?
- Location
- Yes
Only until Taylor gets read in from knowing too much and decides to Agent Smith the corpse.
Troy Guffey
Irresponsible Parasite
- Location
- Western Missouri, USA
Where was Grue spreading his smoke to provide the energy? If he had went up to the roof, and spread a very thin, but very wide area could he have gotten more from sun-light?
Too bad they can't find Eden's Distributor.
- Location
- Phoenix, AZ
Eden lives? Does Cauldron know? when they find out are they gonna shit some bricks to add to Mauls wall?
Hmm, assuming Maul reports everything snarks tell her, will Cauldron the make the connection between entities and Jabberwocks? and if they do was the fact that Flechettes snark was designed to kill Jabberwocks reported?
Endymion
An Operator will be with you shortly.
Why does his shard want it though? I thought they liked the data getting from humans? Or is it just some of them?
His Snark though is a central one of the Avatars of the Jabberwock, ie NOT one that would be given out.
- Location
- Phoenix, AZ
yeah, the snark knows it wasnt supposed to be given out.
MarshalGraves
Warrior of Light
- Location
- Eorzea
Did...Did Taylor just 'maul' his ability to Master the Endbringers?
- Location
- US
It's not stated outright, but I wonder if the EB control was one of the Master powers that were disabled. If so, I wonder how long before the Think Tank figures out the connection between Eidolon and the Endbringers and gets a new addition for Taylor's wall.