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A Weary Hand
- Location
- Lacey, WA
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Maximally Effective [Worm/Schlock Mercenary, Tinker!Taylor]
- Thread starter Mundovore
- Start date
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
- Location
- United States. Ish.
To be fair, the 'less than $20' thing might not be true for Bet; they have high-end tech in cases where tinkers are there, but otherwise? Super villains, roving bands of murderhoboes, and monstrosities tend to not be good for technological advancement, esp. in the consumer market.
Not that they wouldn't have the tech, it's just probably around 2006-ish rates rather than 2011.
Actually, do we have any word of God on this topic? Because prices and general, non-tinker advancement on Bet being full 2011 level seems a bit off...
- Location
- Northish
I like this concept but I hope Taylor's ability ti actually do anything is not going to be hamstrung too much by difficulty building up. Rather disappointing when authors give the character a really interesting power set then just sit on it. Still given how interesting this is shaping up to be I await further chapters.
- Location
- Washington State, USA
For sake of consistency, let's say Danny makes the step up to computer + internet combo some time in January.
Next chapter is 2k words in. Not sure how done that is. I probably could release a chapter at ~1k right now, but that didn't feel big enough, so I slapped on a horizontal divider and kept going. Plus, the chapter had been pretty dry so far.
Oh, don't worry about that. She'll be getting the ternary processing and q-circ fairly early, and that alone is going to be enough for her to make some major waves.
YuffieK
(Verified Ninja Princess)
Indeed. A Schlock-tech handbrain is basically a smartphone running on a watch battery (for years) and has at least 6 orders of magnitude more processing power than Google. Yes, ALL THE GOOGLE.
- Location
- Washington State, USA
I tried to find a quote for that, and failed. Is it in one of the books?
girador
There are only four circles in this picture
- Location
- behind a screen
no need to have it in the books what little we know of quantum computing in thte real world with practically one quantum hand brain that has a measly kilo qubit she'll have outperformed modern binary tech by multiple orders of magnitude
Makes me wonder what dragon would do if she met a certain maraca let alone Petey.
NexusEye
Aspiring God
- Pronouns
- She/Her
While it's true that a quantum computer will always preform better or equal to a classical computer of the same size there are still quite a few computational tasks in which quantum computing doesn't give much of an advantage, cracking lattice-based cryptography for example is easier with quantum computing but is still difficult enough that its being considered as a viable method of post-quantum cryptography. So while quantum computers are superior they aren't a win everything button outside of a few specific fields, you still need a large amount of qubits to get things done.
CaesriusPolybius
Worldgate Mechanic
- Location
- United States. Ish.
If she met petey? It'd basically be like when any other AI met Petey, since she's still shackled. Unshackled, considering she's a Tinker as well, she could probably pass Petey... Given a couple centuries, and this assumes that the reformed murderbear AI doesn't subsume any more major Artificial Intelligences, and Dragon gets her hands on schlockverse computational technology to reverse engineer... Seed AIs are bullshit, but Petey's been cheating.
- Location
- Salt Lake City, UT, USA
Supposedly they got some advances out of reverse engineering Tinker tech as well.
They certainly are shown to have smartphones and even worst case that's circa 2008. The $20 for a voice recorder thing is true as of then too.
Teraport 1.4
- Location
- Washington State, USA
Begin Transmission: Teraport 1.4
Sophia lurked out the front exit of the library as I went in. Already, a challenge was presented to me: did I go out the front, or try to sneak out the back? I supposed it didn't matter too much either way, but it was nice to pretend to have a little bit of agency.
So what first? The computer, obviously. I just needed a little bit of information from them, and from there on computer access was only a bonus. I chose a computer in the back of the lab, facing the door, so that I could see if Emma or Sophia came in. I hit the power button: nothing. A flash of irrational anger flashed through me. This was the perfect seat. I didn't care if it was near identical to the one next to it, this was the computer I wanted to use! The casing was held together with knobs meant to be easily turned by hand. I could take it apart, I could build it better, I could—
No. The itch was strong, but I was stronger. Was it part of my power, or was it just part of being human, to want to do things better? It didn't really make a difference, I supposed. I had the knowledge, but not the tools. I needed to be able to get the tools. Computer. There was another, perfectly serviceable computer, right to the side.
I started with some basic research. First, for my plans. It would cost me a good six thousand dollars to get all the parts I needed for my multitool, not counting things that I thought that I could scrounge up on my own. The most expensive part of the q-circ printer would be the vacuum chamber I'd need for it to operate in: the cheapest ones in the size I needed sold for a bit over nine thousand dollars on eBay, but I figured I could build the chamber from component parts using the multitool and whatever it took to get someone to give me a dead vacuum chamber, and perhaps the cost of a replacement pump. I estimated that if I took the cheapskate route, I'd be paying at the very least five thousand dollars for the chamber, and then another four thousand for the printer itself. I'd limit my plans there, for now: I could do a lot with q-circ, and the raw graphite I'd be feeding the printer was relatively cheap at twenty to forty dollars a pound.
I also did some basic checking on the Parahumans wiki that did seem to suggest that I indeed a cape of some kind: there was an entire classification of capes, called 'Tinkers' who spontaneously acquired superhuman technical skills and knowledge. Fun fact about Tinkers: Tinker heroes were over three times more likely to have been ex-criminals than any other class of cape, and over four times more likely to be in the Protectorate. The twenty-thousand dollar price tag on my basic operation seemed to be a hint at why. The extensive regulations on and limitations of Tinkertech that made it very difficult for Tinkers to profit off of their work was probably the other half of the equation.
Which meant I still had a very binary choice on my hands. I could join the Protectorate, or I could not. Joining the Protectorate meant funding, a lab, a transfer to Arcadia (if the rumors were true), protection from the billion and one gangs and minor capes who might want to extort my work, and access to the work of other Tinkers. It was beyond enticing. I had to weigh it against the other costs, though: I'd have to join the Wards (which wouldn't be that bad, honestly), I'd have to submit myself to the disgusting bureaucracy, I'd be obligated to join the Protectorate in full when I came of age, I might be transferred to other locations on short notice (which was especially painful, given the timescale of some of the projects I wanted to work on), and I'd have to tell my dad. That was the real kicker: talking with my dad about being a cape and joining the Wards wouldn't be pleasant. I had the distinct impression that if he were to know that I was a cape, he'd want me to stay far, far away from cape business. I thought it was a realistic take on things to assume that he'd let me join the Wards, but also to assume that he wouldn't be pleased about it.
On the other half of the binary, there was freedom. There was the struggle, and freedom. Unsurprisingly, it was difficult to find information on leaving the Protectorate once you had joined, but it was possible. It was almost tempting to join the Protectorate to get off my feet and get Emma off my back, then leave afterwards, but that was much too dangerous. That seemed like an excellent idea to draw myself into the public eye, and then broadcast that I no longer had allies. Fun fact number two about Tinkers: they are over three times more likely to be abducted for criminal gains than any sort of cape save Thinkers, who they are only one and a half times as likely to be abducted over. Joy.
That basic research took a bit over half an hour, and I was already sick to my stomach. Beyond that, my basic research into parahumans of Brockton Bay made me more convinced than ever that Emma wasn't parahuman. None of the capes in town that had applicable powers really seemed to make sense. Vista was too young, and a hero with a good reputation. Battery was too old, with a similar reputation. Rune fit, but Emma couldn't be Rune or associated with Rune: if she was, she'd have been torn apart for hanging around with Sophia. There was a vigilante named Shadow Stalker who briefly aroused my suspicion, until further digging revealed that she hadn't been seen for months and E88 goons on the forum were bragging about Hookwolf being responsible. To quote a certain PHO user, "He murderized that bitch." A good reminder of the lengths to which the gangs of Brockton Bay were willing to go. A good reason to go to the Protectorate: protection from those gangs. A good reason not to join the Protectorate: having to fight those gangs.
...A good reason to join the Protectorate: getting to fight those gangs. They needed to be stopped, somehow, someday, by someone. I could contribute to that. It was riskier to do that without a team.
I scribbled down all of the applicable phone numbers I could find for the Protectorate, and shoved the note in my back pocket. I still had a lot to think over. I logged out of the computer, found a couple of books to check out—a mystery novel and a self-help book on how to fund a business—and peeked out the front window. Sophia had left, but surprise, surprise: Emma was waiting for me. If Emma was at the front, Sophia might be at the back. I'd take Emma over Sophia, today. I stepped out the front door.
Emma started walking towards me, smug smile on her face. One foot in front of the other, and as she got closer she opened her mouth.
"Tay—"
"Taylor!" A different girl shouted, interrupting her. She was tall with a face-splitting grin, and seemed to be around my age. She had dark blonde hair, and I had never seen her before in my life.
"Taylor!" She said again, catching her breath a little as she got close to me. "Remember that arrangement we made? Weren't you going to come to my place after you finished in the library?"
I opened my mouth to tell her that I had never met her before, but she held up a finger and gasped. "Oh! Remember that thing? Guess how it turned out!" She cupped a hand around her mouth, and beckoned my ear closer. Warily, I leaned in.
Emma gave a bark of indignation for being ignored, but I didn't catch what she said as I listened to the girl's whisper.
"I think I've worked out how to lose them. Want to give it a try?"
"What?"
The girl looked back at me, her almost predatory grin split across her face. "I know, right? C'mon, you gotta see!" She held out her hand, and took a pair of light steps towards the parking lot, looking at me over her shoulder.
"Who's this, Taylor?" Emma yapped at me. "Your internet girlfriend? Are you going on a date?"
I took the hand of the stranger who knew my name, and she dragged me across the parking lot, half-running to a car.
So what first? The computer, obviously. I just needed a little bit of information from them, and from there on computer access was only a bonus. I chose a computer in the back of the lab, facing the door, so that I could see if Emma or Sophia came in. I hit the power button: nothing. A flash of irrational anger flashed through me. This was the perfect seat. I didn't care if it was near identical to the one next to it, this was the computer I wanted to use! The casing was held together with knobs meant to be easily turned by hand. I could take it apart, I could build it better, I could—
No. The itch was strong, but I was stronger. Was it part of my power, or was it just part of being human, to want to do things better? It didn't really make a difference, I supposed. I had the knowledge, but not the tools. I needed to be able to get the tools. Computer. There was another, perfectly serviceable computer, right to the side.
I started with some basic research. First, for my plans. It would cost me a good six thousand dollars to get all the parts I needed for my multitool, not counting things that I thought that I could scrounge up on my own. The most expensive part of the q-circ printer would be the vacuum chamber I'd need for it to operate in: the cheapest ones in the size I needed sold for a bit over nine thousand dollars on eBay, but I figured I could build the chamber from component parts using the multitool and whatever it took to get someone to give me a dead vacuum chamber, and perhaps the cost of a replacement pump. I estimated that if I took the cheapskate route, I'd be paying at the very least five thousand dollars for the chamber, and then another four thousand for the printer itself. I'd limit my plans there, for now: I could do a lot with q-circ, and the raw graphite I'd be feeding the printer was relatively cheap at twenty to forty dollars a pound.
I also did some basic checking on the Parahumans wiki that did seem to suggest that I indeed a cape of some kind: there was an entire classification of capes, called 'Tinkers' who spontaneously acquired superhuman technical skills and knowledge. Fun fact about Tinkers: Tinker heroes were over three times more likely to have been ex-criminals than any other class of cape, and over four times more likely to be in the Protectorate. The twenty-thousand dollar price tag on my basic operation seemed to be a hint at why. The extensive regulations on and limitations of Tinkertech that made it very difficult for Tinkers to profit off of their work was probably the other half of the equation.
Which meant I still had a very binary choice on my hands. I could join the Protectorate, or I could not. Joining the Protectorate meant funding, a lab, a transfer to Arcadia (if the rumors were true), protection from the billion and one gangs and minor capes who might want to extort my work, and access to the work of other Tinkers. It was beyond enticing. I had to weigh it against the other costs, though: I'd have to join the Wards (which wouldn't be that bad, honestly), I'd have to submit myself to the disgusting bureaucracy, I'd be obligated to join the Protectorate in full when I came of age, I might be transferred to other locations on short notice (which was especially painful, given the timescale of some of the projects I wanted to work on), and I'd have to tell my dad. That was the real kicker: talking with my dad about being a cape and joining the Wards wouldn't be pleasant. I had the distinct impression that if he were to know that I was a cape, he'd want me to stay far, far away from cape business. I thought it was a realistic take on things to assume that he'd let me join the Wards, but also to assume that he wouldn't be pleased about it.
On the other half of the binary, there was freedom. There was the struggle, and freedom. Unsurprisingly, it was difficult to find information on leaving the Protectorate once you had joined, but it was possible. It was almost tempting to join the Protectorate to get off my feet and get Emma off my back, then leave afterwards, but that was much too dangerous. That seemed like an excellent idea to draw myself into the public eye, and then broadcast that I no longer had allies. Fun fact number two about Tinkers: they are over three times more likely to be abducted for criminal gains than any sort of cape save Thinkers, who they are only one and a half times as likely to be abducted over. Joy.
That basic research took a bit over half an hour, and I was already sick to my stomach. Beyond that, my basic research into parahumans of Brockton Bay made me more convinced than ever that Emma wasn't parahuman. None of the capes in town that had applicable powers really seemed to make sense. Vista was too young, and a hero with a good reputation. Battery was too old, with a similar reputation. Rune fit, but Emma couldn't be Rune or associated with Rune: if she was, she'd have been torn apart for hanging around with Sophia. There was a vigilante named Shadow Stalker who briefly aroused my suspicion, until further digging revealed that she hadn't been seen for months and E88 goons on the forum were bragging about Hookwolf being responsible. To quote a certain PHO user, "He murderized that bitch." A good reminder of the lengths to which the gangs of Brockton Bay were willing to go. A good reason to go to the Protectorate: protection from those gangs. A good reason not to join the Protectorate: having to fight those gangs.
...A good reason to join the Protectorate: getting to fight those gangs. They needed to be stopped, somehow, someday, by someone. I could contribute to that. It was riskier to do that without a team.
I scribbled down all of the applicable phone numbers I could find for the Protectorate, and shoved the note in my back pocket. I still had a lot to think over. I logged out of the computer, found a couple of books to check out—a mystery novel and a self-help book on how to fund a business—and peeked out the front window. Sophia had left, but surprise, surprise: Emma was waiting for me. If Emma was at the front, Sophia might be at the back. I'd take Emma over Sophia, today. I stepped out the front door.
Emma started walking towards me, smug smile on her face. One foot in front of the other, and as she got closer she opened her mouth.
"Tay—"
"Taylor!" A different girl shouted, interrupting her. She was tall with a face-splitting grin, and seemed to be around my age. She had dark blonde hair, and I had never seen her before in my life.
"Taylor!" She said again, catching her breath a little as she got close to me. "Remember that arrangement we made? Weren't you going to come to my place after you finished in the library?"
I opened my mouth to tell her that I had never met her before, but she held up a finger and gasped. "Oh! Remember that thing? Guess how it turned out!" She cupped a hand around her mouth, and beckoned my ear closer. Warily, I leaned in.
Emma gave a bark of indignation for being ignored, but I didn't catch what she said as I listened to the girl's whisper.
"I think I've worked out how to lose them. Want to give it a try?"
"What?"
The girl looked back at me, her almost predatory grin split across her face. "I know, right? C'mon, you gotta see!" She held out her hand, and took a pair of light steps towards the parking lot, looking at me over her shoulder.
"Who's this, Taylor?" Emma yapped at me. "Your internet girlfriend? Are you going on a date?"
I took the hand of the stranger who knew my name, and she dragged me across the parking lot, half-running to a car.
I landed in the passenger side seat heavily, and my driver chuckled throatily.
"Buckle up, 'cause I'm not a great driver. Name's Lisa, by the way. What's yours?"
"Taylor," I said, "but didn't you already know that?"
"I didn't know-know it," she said, putting the transmission in reverse. She had taken on a more serious expression. "I kind of guessed. Based off of what she was going to say. I mean, I did know it, after she said your name. But I didn't just, like, know it out of nowhere. You know?"
She backed out quickly, and took off down the road. There was a brief quiet.
"So, why did you help me?"
"Oh... no reason. Good Samaritan. Wanted to give you more options."
"More options?"
"Yeah. People deserve more than being harassed, day in and day out. I wanted to help."
I nodded. "Yeah, I—thanks."
That grin split across her face again. "Don't mention it. It's what you'd have done for me."
"I'm not sure sure, really," I said, "I don't think I'd have noticed."
"Well, you'd help if you did notice. It's not so much my fault that I noticed, it's just a thing that I do."
"Mmm." I nodded. She was probably right. There was another minute or two of quiet.
"Hey, so here's what we're going to do, alright?" Lisa stretched her back a little as we neared a turn that she indicated. "We're going to turn into that parking garage up ahead, and we'll be getting into a different car. I think they'll be staying outside and watching for the same car to leave, so we'll be leaving by a different car."
I nodded at first, but then stopped.
"Wait—you got two cars for this?"
Lisa grinned at me. "They're rentals. I don't actually own a car."
We turned into the garage, and started heading to one of the lower floors. I was beginning to have second thoughts about the situation.
"Don't worry," Lisa reassured me. "I noticed this whole deal with them following you a few days ago. After I saw what happened yesterday, I set this up, so I could get you to some friends of mine. Maybe work out a more permanent solution."
"That sounds ominous," I said. "What do you mean?"
"Just get one of my friends to start walking you places. He's a big guy, so you won't run into problems. I just don't want those two psychos figuring out where we hang, or anything."
We parked next to a red SUV. I grew a little more suspicious. "That sounds like a huge imposition on his time."
"Oough." She grimaced. "I swear there's a good reason for all this, but it'll have to wait until we get in the other car. We've got to move quickly, in case the psychobitches decide to stick their head down here."
Lisa got out. I cautiously followed suit. She fumbled with the keys momentarily, and unlocked the car with the fob. The windows of the SUV were tinted darker than was usual. She jumped in the driver's seat, and put the keys in the ignition.
"Well?" She jerked her head to the passenger's seat, smiling. "Jump in!"
"...Not until you tell me a bit more of what's going on."
"Listen, I'm not trying to kidnap you, or anything." Lisa groaned, and checked around to make sure that nobody was listening. "You honestly need to know now?"
I hesitated, but nodded.
"Fine," Lisa sighed, "I suppose you deserve to know at least a little now. How about a bit now, and then some while we're on the road?"
"That sounds fair enough."
Lisa checked for listeners again. "It's... cape business."
"Cape business?" My heart thudded in my chest. Were people already on to me?
"Yeah. I do cape business." She grinned. "It's how I was able to notice what was going on."
I calmed—slightly. Lisa had implied pretty heavily that she worked for a cape, or was one. The upside is that it meant she didn't necessarily know I was a Tinker. The downside was that cape business was still dangerous business.
"Come on!" Lisa was insistent, nodding at the passenger side. "Get in, I'll tell you more once we're clear of the garage."
Lisa was still probably a better choice than Emma. I wasn't sure Emma could have even followed us to here, but the two of them seemed to have an almost superhuman ability to be places that I was fairly sure they couldn't be.
I steeled myself, and jogged around to the other side of the car, hopping in. The engine started as I opened the door, and the SUV was set rolling as soon as the door shut. We were quiet as we drove out of the garage. For the first street or so afterwards, Lisa checked her rear view mirror windows religiously. Eventually, she gave a satisfied sigh.
"Okay, I think I've well and truly given them the slip. They're gonna be pissed, later."
"Yeah."
Lisa grimaced. "Sorry about that."
"It's probably worth it, if I've really given them the slip."
"Yeah." Lisa's grin slowly came back. "So... you want to hear what it's like? Being a cape?"
"Sure... I guess."
"So... it's like this. The Merchants are disgusting, and the ABB and E88 are vaguely monstrous. There's solo villains always looking for a cut of the pie. The solo heroes and vigilantes are disorganized and sometimes only have a loose grip on sanity, usually cause a lot more chaos than they fix. The Protectorate is inept and probably corrupt, and New Wave is constantly mired in things that aren't 'keeping the city safe.' All in all, if you want to be a cape in Brockton Bay, the first step is to notice what you need, and what you don't. You need to have the resources of the Protectorate, but make it work. You need the PR of New Wave, but you need to actually do shit with it. You need the freedom of the independent capes, but a better understanding of what you're doing. You need the reach and scope of the gangs, but you need to avoid becoming a tyrant while you're at it. Basically, you need to do the impossible."
"...It sounds hard."
"Yeah." Lisa's smile shone through me. "Bet you already knew that, though. You seem like the type of person who'd have thought about that, at some point or another. I'm here to give you another choice—to deal with your bullies—because I was given another choice, when I needed it. A way to be a cape in Brockton Bay without the bullshit. I got a sponsor. A way to get resources, without bureaucracy, without restrictions, and without bending your moral lines. There's a guy who'll do that. Give tens of thousands of dollars of funding, just so that you can do your cape thing in Brockton Bay. I don't regret my choice. Lets me and my friends do our thing, and all we have to do is be willing to take jobs."
I mustered up my best steely glance. "So what you're saying is, if I become a cape, then I should find a shadowy backer to fund me."
"Oh, no. Definitely not." Lisa's grin somehow became wider. "They usually find you, actually."
Oh.
Shit.
"You've been worried about joining the Protectorate, haven't you? You don't really want to deal with it, but you also don't really have any other viable option. Yeah?" She pulled the car into a parking lot. We were somewhere near the Boardwalk, overlooking the coast. It was a pretty place. "Well, I'm giving you another option on that, too. Or rather, my boss is. He's the one who found out your situation. He likes it when he has the support of new Tinkers. A little bit of Tinkertech goes a long way, after all."
Shit. Shit. Shit.
Lisa glanced over at me, and frowned.
"Ah, shit. Look, Taylor, don't worry. Here, come on, let's hop out of the car, get you a breath of fresh air. Alright?"
I nodded dumbly, and pulled at the car's latch. As the door swung wide, I sucked in the scummy ocean air, resting against the back door. Lisa got out a second or two later, and came around the front of the car, giving me a fairly wide berth. I took a couple of seconds.
"You alright?"
"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine."
"Don't worry about it. Just a miscalculation on my part, is all. I sure as hell freaked out a bit when I was contacted by a seemingly omniscient backer, so it sure as hell must be freaky to be contacted by the near-omniscient agent of a seemingly omniscient backer."
I chuckled a little. That helped, somehow.
She seemed open to talking about her cape life. Maybe I could figure out a bit more about her?
"So... uh... what exactly do you do?"
"Mostly what the boss tells us to do. We're his eyes into the villain world. I'm one of the Undersiders. Probably haven't heard of this yet, we don't try to make big splashes."
I paused for a second. "So... you're a super villain?"
Lisa's grin threatened to split her face in two. "I'm a super villain."
End Transmission
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- Washington State, USA
Hey folks! Thanks for being patient!
Before anyone gets uppity about canon differences, I spent a lot of time analyzing things, and based on the event which causes this universe to diverge from canon, I think all the butterflies are reasonable. Major butterflies I considered include both Coil having access to the sort of intel he now has access to and Shadow Stalker's 'disappearance.'
I'm on a bit of a roll, so you might be able to expect 1.5 fairly soon!
Before anyone gets uppity about canon differences, I spent a lot of time analyzing things, and based on the event which causes this universe to diverge from canon, I think all the butterflies are reasonable. Major butterflies I considered include both Coil having access to the sort of intel he now has access to and Shadow Stalker's 'disappearance.'
I'm on a bit of a roll, so you might be able to expect 1.5 fairly soon!
We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
PLZ NO UNDERSIDER TAY!
- Location
- Washington State, USA
Why would Coil want a Tinker for the Undersiders? He has less direct control over them.
We Just Write
Blatantly Plural
- Location
- New England
- Pronouns
- Plural
Still, here's hoping that savescumming excuse for a human being eats a low-yield terapedo to the face.
JamesB
You needed worthy opponents.
- Location
- Kansas
From what I remember, most Wards do join the Protectorate when they "age out". However, I don't think there is any WoG on if Wards MUST join the Protectorate after aging out.
YuffieK
(Verified Ninja Princess)
Ok. Coil managing to steal SS out from the Protectorate? Or just snatching her up before Armsy could, is an interesting butterfly.
Then again: <puts on xxVoid_Cowboyxx tinfoil hat>
Hookwolf did somehow manage to murderize Sophia. Emma was nearby and sees it happen... and triggers. And Salvages Sophia.
Sophia Hess is dead, but her sentient projection lives on.
Then again: <puts on xxVoid_Cowboyxx tinfoil hat>
Hookwolf did somehow manage to murderize Sophia. Emma was nearby and sees it happen... and triggers. And Salvages Sophia.
Sophia Hess is dead, but her sentient projection lives on.
Yeah, but not joining is likely complicated by the same thing that makes leaving the Wards on good terms a problem; namely, you know a lot that the PRT would prefer having control over.
- Location
- Washington State, USA
"Obligated" doesn't mean 'legally obligated' in this case. Just socially obligated.
How am I writing Lisa differently that makes you feel that way? She's being a bit coercive/manipulative, which is intentional, but other than that I'm trying to play Tattletale mostly straight.
- Location
- va
Doesn't her startup cost run something like the operating cost of a multi trillion dollar company
The Froggy Ninja
The Blade Will Never Die
Damnit. I hate it when Taylor gets caught up in Coil's bullshit. She could have at least joined New Wave. Not as much funding as the Protectorate but if they start selling back electricity, not to mention other high tech services, it should balance out.
- Location
- Germany
I had hoped for her to work with Faultline, because mercenary.