Doomed Patrol 0-6a: Retreat and Reckoning
- Location
- Earth
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[X] Disengage and go into a Tactical Retreat. And try to cover your tracks.
-[X] Tomorrow, check PHO and/or other cape related information sites to see if this whole thing is mentioned anywhere
-[X] Tomorrow, check PHO and/or other cape related information sites to see if this whole thing is mentioned anywhere
What are we doing here? Taylor asked. Why are we fighting these people?
Weaver said they were robbing the casino, didn't she?
She said the Undersiders robbed the casino in her world. Weaver, are these the Undersiders?
I am fairly confident that one of them is Grue.
So, no.
Probably not.
And they haven't actually started robbing the casino, Skein added.
So...how about we back off, make sure they don't start robbing the casino as soon as we're out of sight, and then head back?
...I really don't want to end my first patrol like that.
Would you rather end it by fighting people who might not be criminals?
No. Ugh.
Taylor backed off. She retreated to the woods behind the casino, pulled bugs off the Undersiders, and checked herself to see if the mystery darkness guy had hurt her.
You're fine, Weaver said.
Taylor felt Lotophage's uncertainty. She'll be pretty sore next week.
Well, yeah. But it's just some pain and bruises. She doesn't even have any sprained joints.
You're sure? My shoulder hurts like hell.
Yeah, it's fine. You might have bruises all down your arms, but they'll be fine.
I think your standards of "fine" are a bit warped.
Welcome to the cape world.
You don't need to be so fatalistic about it.
As the Taylors discussed whether Taylor's injuries were serious or not, Grue's darkness dissipated. Taylor saw no sign of the Undersiders.
Should we go home now?
Yeah. Try to get some sleep tonight.
So Taylor flew back home. It was an uneventful flight. Weaver apologized, saying something that Taylor wasn't paying enough attention to remember.
It was almost 3 AM when she got home. Thank god tomorrow's Sunday and I can sleep in.
She stumbled into the basement, stripped off her costume, stuffed everything into the coal chute, and went to bed.
This could have gone better.
Taylor's alarm went off at 6:30 the next morning like normal. She tried to sleep a little longer, but after maybe ten minutes of lying in bed, she gave up.
Wandering downstairs, she checked the news on her phone. After some searching, she found a brief story about a clash between an unknown parahuman and a group called Penumbra.
Called it.
What do you know about Penumbra? Weaver asked.
I don't think I've heard of them before today.
The news story had a few blurry pictures of Taylor and the mysterious shadow guy, apparently stills from the Ruby Dreams's security cameras, and some vague speculation about who the new cape could be. Parahumans Online had a short thread about the news, but it looked like at least half of it was people arguing whether her drones were laser guns or not.
Dad was already cooking bacon and French toast when Taylor got into the kitchen. He turned his head as she came through the doorway. "Morning, Taylor."
"Morning," Taylor grunted.
"Everything alright today?"
"Just didn't sleep well."
"Ah." He turned back to the bacon. "You know, you could try to sleep in some. It's Sunday today."
Taylor shrugged and tried to remember what Weaver said when she suggested the morning jogs. "I need to keep exercising every day. If I don't, it'll get harder to do tomorrow."
Dad shrugged. "You've got your pepper spray, right?"
You left it in your utility belt.
Thanks, Lotophage. "I'll grab it before I go."
"Alright." Dad served the food, but paused before sitting down. "I heard you come in late last night."
Taylor bit her lip.
You were restless and went on a walk.
No! Just tell him you were out being a superhero.
Have you told your dad?
...I haven't gone on patrol, either.
I'm with Cirrus on this one. Do as we say, not as we did.
Did none of me tell Dad about our powers before we absolutely had to?
I didn't want to worry him.
I get that, but...that's kind of sad.
So I should tell him?
...Maybe. He's your dad, its your choice.
[X] Say you were restless [Lotophage]
[X] Tell Dad you're a superhero [Well-meaning hypocrites]
[X] Write-in [MOB]
After much thought, I decided that posting a short update was better than either cramming useless fluff in, skipping over this conversation, or having Taylor make a decision in it without player input.
This should have been quick to write, but unfortunately I have a chronic inability to focus on one thing at a time.
This should have been quick to write, but unfortunately I have a chronic inability to focus on one thing at a time.
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