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He can make anything once. The closer his inventions are to something he's made before, the more likely it is to explode fantastically.horngeek said:
Memoirs of a Human Flashlight [Exalted/Worm]
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That's probably my fault, and I apologize for the derail. Sorry everyone.Nervaqus987 said:
That's it.Kyte said:
In canon, Leet could make a device that would teleport someone into an armed ambush, but not into a pit of acid or by a bomb because he did that already.
There was no "because he had already done that". His teleporter just didn't work near those things because ... because shut up. That was basically the explanation we were given.Nervaqus987 said:
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Because his power runs on Cliche villainy, and cliche villains can't do that?Sojiko said:
Winged One
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That's probably the explanation Leet gave, to be fair.Sojiko said:
Guile
Having a really great time right now
If I were writing Leet, I think I'd play it like his shard is running down tech trees to something awesome. Like, it refuses to let him stop at laser weapons, so he invents plasma rifles. Then it goes on to elerium power. And so on.horngeek said:
Weird, that went all XCom-y on me.
Because there was nothing else to save Taylor from her own dumbassness?Sojiko said:
Worm is awesome, but Taylor surviving that scene required some serious suspension of disbelief. XD
Also there were many other ways Coil could've easily made a Bettersun tzu said:
Not to mention the fact that Coil somehow didn't know about her gun, when he tortures people in alternate realities for info all the time...
Plus the way they killed him was pretty lame.
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Golden Lark
The First Fiction User
Excellence 2.3.1
The next afternoon I found myself back in my dorm room, restlessly pounding away at my computer's keyboard.
The past sixteen or so hours had gone . . . less than well.
[***]
Firstly, the bob-omb had blown Victoria 'out' of the 'arena,' landing her in a random nearby dumpster. She wasn't happy about that, cursing at lying, backstabbing villains and such. I didn't have the opportunity to explain the nature of the item in the game to her: that a bob-omb would sit there idly for a while, then start walking and explode next to the first person it bumped in to, sending them to Kingdom Come in context of the game. I doubted that there was any ill intent involved.
Regardless, once the timer ran out shortly thereafter, I was shocked to see a few dozen PRT officers and a couple Protectorate capes move in like clockwork, with a number of the Wards following in behind them. I stood there dumbly for a few moments as the first few audience members got evacuated, and then it clicked.
"This was a sting."
It was all too perfect, too coordinated, too reactive. Only a couple minutes had passed from the interruption to the ending of the fight. There was no possible way this many people could be on site and ready unless they were prepared to converge here in advance. Dennis was the first newcomer to reach my side, and despite his solid faceplate mask I could see him bodily recoil a bit on seeing my face.
"This was a sting!"
Clockblocker gestured as if he was about to say something sarcastic, then froze. He turned silently. Armsmaster had come up behind him. Despite my irritation I idly noted his spear looked different than it had the last time I saw it. He spoke next.
"You weren't briefed?"
I mentally reviewed the briefing I got. At no point was it presented to me as anything other than a voluntary guard gig with no expectation of trouble.
"I . . . I was briefed. But not on the nature of the event, or that there was any sort of operation planned! What the hell?"
Really mature attitude to have after your first day at work, Hero.
Rather than chastise me, Armsmaster's eyes merely flicked to something he could see that I couldn't. He frowned.
"I'll speak with the Director."
He turned and walked away.
I heard a faint whistle from inside Clockblocker's mask. He shook his head slowly.
"Yeah, I didn't think we'd be dumb enough to send you in blind unless they completely forgot to brief you. But every day I am further humbled by the powers of bureaucracy." His voice dimmed to near silence. "Didn't peg Piggy as having a hate-on for the newbie, though." He cleared his throat loudly, and resumed a normal speaking volume. "In any case, Armsmaster can tell when you're lying, and while he's never the most . . . verbose person, he also doesn't show stuff on his face unless he's really feeling it. Guy's almost impossible to make laugh. He'll be extremely interested in hearing why the esteemed Director saw fit to send you in blind. Maybe he'll even- wait. Wait a second. Did you say you didn't know what this event was before coming here?"
I nodded, still annoyed.
"Hoo boy. I have one bit of advice: hold your temper. Sometimes the fastest way to gauge a newbie's attitude is to douse them with cold water and see if they scream, cry, or rage out. Metaphorically. I responded to a clampdown on my shining personality with blurting out my cape name at my first press conference. That established my line in the sand, and after the penalties and such wore off, they never tested me in that direction too far again, beyond keeping me in line with minimum Wards decorum standards. I don't know if this was a test or of what, but don't let them see it got to you. Even if it turns out to have been shitty. Hold it in, for your own sake. I wish I had gotten that advice myself."
[***]
That much of Dennis talking without a joke had been surreal enough that I just nodded without further comment. We were scooped up and taken back to HQ for debriefing, which involved a lot of waiting as all the participants filled out their written reports. Apparently the PRT was too poor to do digital paperwork; tinkertech didn't lend itself to mass produced consumer class conveniences, after all. I got to cheat and use my power, and was mentally spinning my wheels on why I wasn't properly informed of the operation's parameters. Eventually, the Wards were called in.
Chris looked quite nervous; Dennis was neutral, and Missy was shooting glances at them and me, wondering what was up. I didn't raise a stink in the hallways before the meeting, so she had been clueless as to the nature of my irritation until this point.
The debriefing started with a video playback of Victoria's unofficial post-op-interview, which functioned as much the same thing. Her description of the events was colorful, so say the least, and pulled a couple chuckles out of Dennis, which were quickly squelched by glares from Director Piggot. After that I was prompted to give my overview. I didn't snap, I just took a deep breath and related my account of events. Beyond a few Dennis comments of "bullshit" regarding the more fantastical stunts I pulled off, there were no interruptions.
Next, Chris was asked to replay his footage of the event.
What?
Sure enough, a series of camera perspectives showed up on the conference room's gigantic screen, each covering a different angle of the stage. One at least one drone was dedicated to each cape individually, and other drones took pains to keep different pairs of us in frame together at all times. I watched silently as the fight replayed, fuming internally at the fact that we wasted all that time with the accounts when we could have just watched the video first.
Calm down. Don't let it get to you. Don't get mad.
The video playback ended. Piggot turned off the screen and looked back down the long table at us.
"Well, it seems that Lightshow doesn't have any bad habits of exaggeration in reports to stamp out."
I wasn't sure how to feel about that one. Something was fishy. At that point I had just decided to flood my mind with my power and listen.
[***]
As much as I had been tempted during the questions and clarifications portion of the meeting to harp or lash out, I simply asked why I hadn't gotten the same briefing as the rest of the group. I used no invective, and asked plainly. Piggot apparently hadn't expected that precise reaction, but she did respond equally plainly: I didn't need to know.
At that point the irrational and rational parts of my mind had screamed out in concert, and I clamped down on my first few gut reactions. I let the rest of the meeting play out while remaining silent, and I eventually found myself back in my dorm room, fuming at my analysis.
Tests.
Tests upon tests upon tests. Layered, over and over again, to gauge every aspect of how I reacted to the entire scenario. A Byzantine labyrinth of stimuli and potential reaction I could have had. An utterly impersonal, alien and cold way of determining a degree of my future attitudes and reactions to various types of orders and scenarios.
I signed up to fight the Endbringers, not be a damned lab rat!
My stomach chose that moment to growl pathetically. I got up and wandered out to the kitchen area, mentally diagramming the entire potential map of things they artificially did in that scenario differently than normal on account of a new Ward starting. It was quite the list. A thinker probably had to be involved at some point.
I opened the fridge and eyeballed the contents. Without really focusing on it I grabbed a bunch of stuff and started slapping together something to eat. More importantly, I had to wonder just how much of that testing was gauging for trust. Would I blindly follow orders? Could I accept knowingly not being told everything? How would my attitude and performance be affected?
I was chopping down with a carving knife with probably too much force when Dennis sauntered in, freezing when he saw me with a blade and a frown. Whatever he was going to say first died on his lips when he eyed my work.
"Those looks tasty, can I have one?"
I looked down. I had prepared about a dozen miniature sandwiches, cut and garnished with toothpicks and olives. It looked like something out of a commercial.
Without waiting for a response, Dennis grabbed one and shoved it halfway in his mouth, and bit down. An appreciative noise hummed out, then he finished chewing and swallowed.
"Holy crap, that was good! For regular doses of food like this I'd cheerfully pick up a few of your side duties once in a while!"
I looked down at the sandwiches, grabbed one, and took a bite.
It was good. Like, really good. I . . . I could cook, sure, but this? I took another bite. Still delicious.
What the hell?
The next afternoon I found myself back in my dorm room, restlessly pounding away at my computer's keyboard.
The past sixteen or so hours had gone . . . less than well.
[***]
Firstly, the bob-omb had blown Victoria 'out' of the 'arena,' landing her in a random nearby dumpster. She wasn't happy about that, cursing at lying, backstabbing villains and such. I didn't have the opportunity to explain the nature of the item in the game to her: that a bob-omb would sit there idly for a while, then start walking and explode next to the first person it bumped in to, sending them to Kingdom Come in context of the game. I doubted that there was any ill intent involved.
Regardless, once the timer ran out shortly thereafter, I was shocked to see a few dozen PRT officers and a couple Protectorate capes move in like clockwork, with a number of the Wards following in behind them. I stood there dumbly for a few moments as the first few audience members got evacuated, and then it clicked.
"This was a sting."
It was all too perfect, too coordinated, too reactive. Only a couple minutes had passed from the interruption to the ending of the fight. There was no possible way this many people could be on site and ready unless they were prepared to converge here in advance. Dennis was the first newcomer to reach my side, and despite his solid faceplate mask I could see him bodily recoil a bit on seeing my face.
"This was a sting!"
Clockblocker gestured as if he was about to say something sarcastic, then froze. He turned silently. Armsmaster had come up behind him. Despite my irritation I idly noted his spear looked different than it had the last time I saw it. He spoke next.
"You weren't briefed?"
I mentally reviewed the briefing I got. At no point was it presented to me as anything other than a voluntary guard gig with no expectation of trouble.
"I . . . I was briefed. But not on the nature of the event, or that there was any sort of operation planned! What the hell?"
Really mature attitude to have after your first day at work, Hero.
Rather than chastise me, Armsmaster's eyes merely flicked to something he could see that I couldn't. He frowned.
"I'll speak with the Director."
He turned and walked away.
I heard a faint whistle from inside Clockblocker's mask. He shook his head slowly.
"Yeah, I didn't think we'd be dumb enough to send you in blind unless they completely forgot to brief you. But every day I am further humbled by the powers of bureaucracy." His voice dimmed to near silence. "Didn't peg Piggy as having a hate-on for the newbie, though." He cleared his throat loudly, and resumed a normal speaking volume. "In any case, Armsmaster can tell when you're lying, and while he's never the most . . . verbose person, he also doesn't show stuff on his face unless he's really feeling it. Guy's almost impossible to make laugh. He'll be extremely interested in hearing why the esteemed Director saw fit to send you in blind. Maybe he'll even- wait. Wait a second. Did you say you didn't know what this event was before coming here?"
I nodded, still annoyed.
"Hoo boy. I have one bit of advice: hold your temper. Sometimes the fastest way to gauge a newbie's attitude is to douse them with cold water and see if they scream, cry, or rage out. Metaphorically. I responded to a clampdown on my shining personality with blurting out my cape name at my first press conference. That established my line in the sand, and after the penalties and such wore off, they never tested me in that direction too far again, beyond keeping me in line with minimum Wards decorum standards. I don't know if this was a test or of what, but don't let them see it got to you. Even if it turns out to have been shitty. Hold it in, for your own sake. I wish I had gotten that advice myself."
[***]
That much of Dennis talking without a joke had been surreal enough that I just nodded without further comment. We were scooped up and taken back to HQ for debriefing, which involved a lot of waiting as all the participants filled out their written reports. Apparently the PRT was too poor to do digital paperwork; tinkertech didn't lend itself to mass produced consumer class conveniences, after all. I got to cheat and use my power, and was mentally spinning my wheels on why I wasn't properly informed of the operation's parameters. Eventually, the Wards were called in.
Chris looked quite nervous; Dennis was neutral, and Missy was shooting glances at them and me, wondering what was up. I didn't raise a stink in the hallways before the meeting, so she had been clueless as to the nature of my irritation until this point.
The debriefing started with a video playback of Victoria's unofficial post-op-interview, which functioned as much the same thing. Her description of the events was colorful, so say the least, and pulled a couple chuckles out of Dennis, which were quickly squelched by glares from Director Piggot. After that I was prompted to give my overview. I didn't snap, I just took a deep breath and related my account of events. Beyond a few Dennis comments of "bullshit" regarding the more fantastical stunts I pulled off, there were no interruptions.
Next, Chris was asked to replay his footage of the event.
What?
Sure enough, a series of camera perspectives showed up on the conference room's gigantic screen, each covering a different angle of the stage. One at least one drone was dedicated to each cape individually, and other drones took pains to keep different pairs of us in frame together at all times. I watched silently as the fight replayed, fuming internally at the fact that we wasted all that time with the accounts when we could have just watched the video first.
Calm down. Don't let it get to you. Don't get mad.
The video playback ended. Piggot turned off the screen and looked back down the long table at us.
"Well, it seems that Lightshow doesn't have any bad habits of exaggeration in reports to stamp out."
I wasn't sure how to feel about that one. Something was fishy. At that point I had just decided to flood my mind with my power and listen.
[***]
As much as I had been tempted during the questions and clarifications portion of the meeting to harp or lash out, I simply asked why I hadn't gotten the same briefing as the rest of the group. I used no invective, and asked plainly. Piggot apparently hadn't expected that precise reaction, but she did respond equally plainly: I didn't need to know.
At that point the irrational and rational parts of my mind had screamed out in concert, and I clamped down on my first few gut reactions. I let the rest of the meeting play out while remaining silent, and I eventually found myself back in my dorm room, fuming at my analysis.
Tests.
Tests upon tests upon tests. Layered, over and over again, to gauge every aspect of how I reacted to the entire scenario. A Byzantine labyrinth of stimuli and potential reaction I could have had. An utterly impersonal, alien and cold way of determining a degree of my future attitudes and reactions to various types of orders and scenarios.
I signed up to fight the Endbringers, not be a damned lab rat!
My stomach chose that moment to growl pathetically. I got up and wandered out to the kitchen area, mentally diagramming the entire potential map of things they artificially did in that scenario differently than normal on account of a new Ward starting. It was quite the list. A thinker probably had to be involved at some point.
I opened the fridge and eyeballed the contents. Without really focusing on it I grabbed a bunch of stuff and started slapping together something to eat. More importantly, I had to wonder just how much of that testing was gauging for trust. Would I blindly follow orders? Could I accept knowingly not being told everything? How would my attitude and performance be affected?
I was chopping down with a carving knife with probably too much force when Dennis sauntered in, freezing when he saw me with a blade and a frown. Whatever he was going to say first died on his lips when he eyed my work.
"Those looks tasty, can I have one?"
I looked down. I had prepared about a dozen miniature sandwiches, cut and garnished with toothpicks and olives. It looked like something out of a commercial.
Without waiting for a response, Dennis grabbed one and shoved it halfway in his mouth, and bit down. An appreciative noise hummed out, then he finished chewing and swallowed.
"Holy crap, that was good! For regular doses of food like this I'd cheerfully pick up a few of your side duties once in a while!"
I looked down at the sandwiches, grabbed one, and took a bite.
It was good. Like, really good. I . . . I could cook, sure, but this? I took another bite. Still delicious.
What the hell?
Ah, Craft.
So much hilarity to be had with that one.
So much hilarity to be had with that one.
Night_stalker
Slava Ukraini!
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- He/Him
OK, not warning Glory Girl is one thing, but Lightshow?
This is the kind of thing that poisons relationships, makes them incredibly unlikely to trust anything they're told from that source in the future, and finally, could've ended HORRIBLY for all involved.
Whatever idiot failed to communicate THAT, and then compounded it by utterly FAILING to seize the targets of the sting are going to find themselves pushing pencils in Shemya, Alaska.
This is the kind of thing that poisons relationships, makes them incredibly unlikely to trust anything they're told from that source in the future, and finally, could've ended HORRIBLY for all involved.
Whatever idiot failed to communicate THAT, and then compounded it by utterly FAILING to seize the targets of the sting are going to find themselves pushing pencils in Shemya, Alaska.
Well. That happened. I look forward to seeing the rest of the fallout from the lack-of-briefing. (I suspect that the phrase "You didn't need to know" will be used on Piggot at some appropriate point.) Also: Yes, Taylor, you have gotten Better at Everything. Including cooking. Perks of being Exalted. 
Piggy, Piggy, Piggy. There is no way that will end well.
It wouldn't have ended well with canon Taylor and it won't end well with an Exalted one.
More happily, super cooking! Woo!
It wouldn't have ended well with canon Taylor and it won't end well with an Exalted one.
More happily, super cooking! Woo!
I imagine it will be because the Limit Break that stems from this continued activity will be amazing.koolerkid said:
Actually, that would be an interesting response from Exalted Taylor. Research legal precedents, put together a case portfolio, and really put her excellencies to use. Then bring all of it to Piggot the next day, point out how she could be suing them right now, and use the resultant leverage to get her costume changed.koolerkid said:
Wonder what the 'test' results will show then?
I didn't find it objectionable.
The Wards were formed to avoid situations like that, sure, but that's hardly the situation even at the beginning of the story. It isn't considered overly unusual for them to take part in Endbringer attacks, I think they've taken part in at least a couple fights against some of the more dangerous parahumans criminals even pre Leviathan. Hell, they fought the Undersiders, and I'm pretty sure that Bitch at the least was known to have killed before then, even if she's avoiding it now.
No matter what sort of intentions that they were founded with, the Wards are a combat organization. Not only that, but Taylor has the sort of abilities that, even now, are quite capable of bringing her up to the big leagues once they figure out the quirks (now, an Exaltation has more quirks than they're probably expecting, but, well, it also has more potential for growth).
Currently, her powers aren't quite fully understood, and if she's to be pushed to the dangerous situations, and she will be so pushed because/in spite of her status as a Ward, then they need to understand how to make the fullest use of her powers. She is guaranteed to be risking her life soon, and she has demonstrated a psychological willingness to do so (all that talk about Endbringers and how she's willing to tolerate all of that cape nonsense because it increases their chances of surviving against them in the long term indicate that she's probably willing to risk her life).
Uber and Leet? A milk run. They are very rarely lethal, and that's by choice, since, yes, they could very easily be a pretty dangerous villain pair. As they are? They're enough of a threat that they might provoke whatever mental aspect her powers likely run on, but are extremely unlikely to do permanent harm. Furthermore, Panacea is likely to give anyone who fights alongside her sister somewhat prioritized healing which makes any long term harm even less likely.
Here's a situation where they can test several aspects of her powers, from her Thinker powers (okay, she probably knew about Leet/Uber, considering that they're local, and an anti game group would be sure bait that her Thinker power really should have detected considering previously demonstrated deductions, so maybe her Thinker powers need to be activated somehow?), her combat abilities, her adaptability, her resistance to mental effects (thanks for volunteering, Glory Girl!), how her power recharge works, and in general whether or not all that crap she said when talking to Glenn was sincerely Taylor or purely an effect of her Thinker powers by seeing how she reacts to an unexpected threat.
So, yeah, it's mildly dickish, sure, but she's on the fast track to the big leagues, and this was pretty much the safest possible environment to test her while she's not in a simulation, since Uber and Leet are less likely to go lethal than your average unpowered convenience store armed robbers. A lot of other people don't get such neat opportunities to field test their abilities before entering a situation where they could conceivably stumble across Hookwolf or Lung or even get called by the Endbringer sirens.
The Wards were formed to avoid situations like that, sure, but that's hardly the situation even at the beginning of the story. It isn't considered overly unusual for them to take part in Endbringer attacks, I think they've taken part in at least a couple fights against some of the more dangerous parahumans criminals even pre Leviathan. Hell, they fought the Undersiders, and I'm pretty sure that Bitch at the least was known to have killed before then, even if she's avoiding it now.
No matter what sort of intentions that they were founded with, the Wards are a combat organization. Not only that, but Taylor has the sort of abilities that, even now, are quite capable of bringing her up to the big leagues once they figure out the quirks (now, an Exaltation has more quirks than they're probably expecting, but, well, it also has more potential for growth).
Currently, her powers aren't quite fully understood, and if she's to be pushed to the dangerous situations, and she will be so pushed because/in spite of her status as a Ward, then they need to understand how to make the fullest use of her powers. She is guaranteed to be risking her life soon, and she has demonstrated a psychological willingness to do so (all that talk about Endbringers and how she's willing to tolerate all of that cape nonsense because it increases their chances of surviving against them in the long term indicate that she's probably willing to risk her life).
Uber and Leet? A milk run. They are very rarely lethal, and that's by choice, since, yes, they could very easily be a pretty dangerous villain pair. As they are? They're enough of a threat that they might provoke whatever mental aspect her powers likely run on, but are extremely unlikely to do permanent harm. Furthermore, Panacea is likely to give anyone who fights alongside her sister somewhat prioritized healing which makes any long term harm even less likely.
Here's a situation where they can test several aspects of her powers, from her Thinker powers (okay, she probably knew about Leet/Uber, considering that they're local, and an anti game group would be sure bait that her Thinker power really should have detected considering previously demonstrated deductions, so maybe her Thinker powers need to be activated somehow?), her combat abilities, her adaptability, her resistance to mental effects (thanks for volunteering, Glory Girl!), how her power recharge works, and in general whether or not all that crap she said when talking to Glenn was sincerely Taylor or purely an effect of her Thinker powers by seeing how she reacts to an unexpected threat.
So, yeah, it's mildly dickish, sure, but she's on the fast track to the big leagues, and this was pretty much the safest possible environment to test her while she's not in a simulation, since Uber and Leet are less likely to go lethal than your average unpowered convenience store armed robbers. A lot of other people don't get such neat opportunities to field test their abilities before entering a situation where they could conceivably stumble across Hookwolf or Lung or even get called by the Endbringer sirens.
Finbar
Generic Minion #314
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- Sydney
It looks to me, like it was a sting, but used as a test for Taylor.
If she can keep her cool in all this, endure the snide comments and the fact she was set up, then she is being fast-tracked for a leadership role.
Likely, the plan is, once she has some seasoning under her belt and been in some large action fights, the Wards will be divided into two squads, with her leading one as a sub-group of the overall Brockton Bay Wards. Once she has some leadership time under her belt and at least two big fights, with at least one loss, she will be tapped to lead a squad in another city where there will be more going on. New York, Los Angeles, Chigaco etc.
Her skill/power set means she is perfect for a leadership position, with a view to becoming a leader in the Protectorate.
The problem is, will she figure out the tests existence and go with it, or will she get sick of all the hidden tests and just quit. There are Freelance Rogue teams out there that would love someone like her. Heck, she could make a case for being a member of New Wave, due to not really having a private identity any more. New Wave would love her and would love the PR Coup she brings.
If she can keep her cool in all this, endure the snide comments and the fact she was set up, then she is being fast-tracked for a leadership role.
Likely, the plan is, once she has some seasoning under her belt and been in some large action fights, the Wards will be divided into two squads, with her leading one as a sub-group of the overall Brockton Bay Wards. Once she has some leadership time under her belt and at least two big fights, with at least one loss, she will be tapped to lead a squad in another city where there will be more going on. New York, Los Angeles, Chigaco etc.
Her skill/power set means she is perfect for a leadership position, with a view to becoming a leader in the Protectorate.
The problem is, will she figure out the tests existence and go with it, or will she get sick of all the hidden tests and just quit. There are Freelance Rogue teams out there that would love someone like her. Heck, she could make a case for being a member of New Wave, due to not really having a private identity any more. New Wave would love her and would love the PR Coup she brings.
Finbar
Generic Minion #314
- Location
- Sydney
Of course, It's not like student's didn't see her go into the locker room, followed by the terrible trio.
It's not like those three being dragged out by the PRT along with an 'unknown' person, the only person missing for the rest of the day means they don't know what happened. Especially when there is suddenly a new Ward with the same glow.
The whole school and most of the faculty knows she is being bullied extensively by Sophia, Emma and Madison. However, they are told by the PRT, not to do anything to protect Sophia.
When those three are suddenly arrested and Taylor is missing school, and an unknown person was escorted out at the same time, it's fairly obvious it was Taylor.
It's not like those three being dragged out by the PRT along with an 'unknown' person, the only person missing for the rest of the day means they don't know what happened. Especially when there is suddenly a new Ward with the same glow.
The whole school and most of the faculty knows she is being bullied extensively by Sophia, Emma and Madison. However, they are told by the PRT, not to do anything to protect Sophia.
When those three are suddenly arrested and Taylor is missing school, and an unknown person was escorted out at the same time, it's fairly obvious it was Taylor.
PhoenixFTW
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- Minnesota
What really makes it hard for me to swallow the idea that is was is test is the whole 'you don't need to know' thing. It strains my SoD, but I can buy that they're testing her by throwing her at a pair of (mostly) nonlethal 'milkrun' villains. But the whole debriefing, and the fact that Armsmaster, the Protectorate cape on the scene, didn't know about the test, didn't know that he might have to bail her out, just shatters my SoD.
PhoenixFTW
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Like I said, that's one of the big reasons I have such a problem with it.charysa said:
Personally, I can buy this situation happening. Under one assumption: Cauldron. That Contessa noticed Taylor is f*cking with her path to victory (because essence and Glorious Solar Bullsh*t defying the odds and predictive powers), and Cauldron is pulling out all stops to let Contessa create a mental model of Taylor as soon as possible.koolerkid said:
That's what the "Byzantine alien labyrinth of tests" description tells to me. Someone or something is trying to make an exhaustive predictive model of Taylor's behavior. Most likely because other methods of predicting her behavior not only flat-out don't work, but actually return wrong results. That's a cause for panic. That's a cause for existential crisis, actually.
And the whole "tell no one anything" thing is also very Cauldron.
So, yeah, I could see this situation occurring under these circumstances. Of course Taylor being the Solar that she is has already figured the test. I wonder if she's going to intentionally produce the wrong results? Or will she just blow the test up?
