Chapter Eight: Picking a costume and a name.
Author notes: somewhat unhappy with parts of this chapter, might do a rewrite down the road but for now I'm just throwing this out there so that I can move on and write the next parts.

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--January 12th--

Taylor always enjoyed going to school more than any other students did, due to being a total nerd. However, like any other students she also looked forward to leaving school and going back home at the end of the day so that she'd be able to relax and do her own thing.

but ever since she got her powers, she actually found herself deeply disappointed every time school was over. After all, school was a place that seemed designed to help her level up in various skills, and on top of it she had all those mentors (teachers) who helped her level up faster the more they instructed her on things.

For instance, English class and Science class helped her improve both writing skills and science skills to level two, so that wasn't too bad. Taylor got the feeling that her levels in both subjects would've been higher had she written and did science some more outside of school, but truthfully she just didn't have the time to do that yet.

And she had gotten to level one in Art class! Unfortunately, she wasn't quite skilled yet to be able to sell her pictures for a profitable number of simoleons yet. But it was a good start.

Unfortunately, not all of the school classes helped her level up in various skills.. As seeing that there were a lot of skills that seemed non-existent far as her simulation game powerset was concerned. So she couldn't gain a new skill in speaking spanish or any other languages, for instance… which Taylor found to be a real shame.

That seemed like it'd be a handy skill to have… imagine if she became a true bilingual person who could travel all over the world and understand everything everyone said no matter where she was! Too bad that her powers seemed picky over what constitutes a true skill or not. Pfft.

But of course, her powerset didn't stop her from learning in spanish class the old fashioned one. That's just… well, it was such a pain to learn it the old fashioned way. Oh well.

"I'm home!" Taylor called out as she stepped back into her home.

She found her mom grading papers in the kitchen-slash-dining room, and Annette was muttering angrily to herself.

"You'd think college kids would be smarter than their high school counterparts, but no…" Taylor could hear her mutter to herself, and she couldn't help but smile and shake her head at this.

It probably didn't help that English Literature classes weren't mandatory at Brockton University the same way science and mathematics were, and that many students selected Annette's class because they thought they'd be able to coast though it while focusing more on the core classes. It was uncommon, but not rare, for Annette to find students who were actually genuinely interested in her classes and weren't there because they thought they'd get easy A's there on virtue of being a english-speaking American who had done a lot of reading in school.

Annette was a great teacher though. There were times Annette had managed to get students to become more interested in the literature they were reading despite being there for less than stellar reasons. Still, it could be an uphill battle for her at times and Taylor couldn't help but feel sorry for her mom at times.

Especially when she noticed the large piles of papers yet to be graded next to her mom on the table. That was the thing about college-- larger classrooms meant that you had to teach up to 40 or more students instead of a more manageable 10 to 15 students that one typically found in high school classes. And that meant twice the workload for teachers and professors too...

Mom had her work laptop open too, which meant that she also had works submitted via email to grade too.

She looked around, and it seemed as if Dad was still at work.

Annette seemed to notice her daughter standing there at last.
"Oh, Taylor! I got a call for you a while ago. The PRT guys want you back there for another meeting with the PR division. Seems they came up with some costumes and names for you that they'd like you to approve? Also something about more power testing… It just never ends with those guys, does it?"

"Oh, okay." Taylor simply shrugged at this. "I guess I'll head over there, after I put away my school things."
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Miss Jane Adams was chatting with some obese, unattractive guy who had styled his hairstyle into a faux mohawk on a live video feed when Taylor was escorted into her office.

"Of course, Mr. Chambers. When have I ever steered you wrong?" Jane was saying, and she glanced back at me. "Oh, speak of the devil. I'll tell you how it went later on, darling. Mwah!"

The slender, heavily tanned woman blew the obese man on the video feed a kiss, before disconnecting.

She then spun around in her chair to face Taylor and flashed a bright grin at her. Today she was wearing an obnoxiously bright, neon green pantsuit. It was like she didn't seem to know that neutral colors existed in pantsuit form, and deliberately went for the brightest, eye-searing colors possible.

"I have to tell you, the conceptual artists had quite a ball redesigning that scifi costume you showed me that day. There are so many designs to choose from, and I had some difficulty deciding which one would be best!" She replied as she bent over to grab a large folder and opened it up to reveal some artistic sketches.

Taylor sat down once she received the sketches from Jane, and looked through them.

Taylor raised one eyebrow as she flipped through fifty pictures of a figure depicting her in various costume designs. Those weren't half bad, actually… some of them she liked a lot.

Some went a little darker in color scheme, pairing black with green, while others stuck with the main white and green sci fi theme. Some strayed far from the original look, only keeping the same color themes that the others had. However, there was one thing they all had in common besides the slight sci-fi theme… and that they all had clear visors and didn't seem to take her glasses into account.

Taylor pointed this out, and Jane smiled. "No worries… The clear visors are going to have your eyeglasses' prescription in them, so you'll be able to see clearly without your glasses."

"Okay. But that wasn't what I really wanted to know. Um, I know I don't have much of a secret identity but I thought we'd still have protective masks because that's more traditional?"

"That may be more traditional, but strictly speaking from a PR viewpoint… I've found that capes without masks tend to be more… approachable. More trustworthy and accountable for their own actions, if you will. That was the one thing that the New Wave family was right about, despite what happened to poor Fleur." Jane replied, "And now the Wards have a unique opportunity like this, now that an outed cape like yourself is joining the team."

Taylor raised one eyebrow at this, as she couldn't help but notice that there was a lack of "If" in there… She was supposed to be a temporary Ward on a trial basis because she and her parents were still feeling things out to see whenever being in the wards program would be a good fit for her or not. There was a lot to be said for going independent, after all.
Yet Jane treated it like a forgone conclusion that she'd join the Wards permanently without even thinking about going down the independent route. Interesting.

Still, the reasoning for going maskless made sense. It's not like she had anything to hide, because the plumbob over her head didn't give her much choice. So she just simply nodded at this. "Alright."

She went back to inspecting all of the costume concepts. The few images in black and green looked decidedly edgy and cool, especially with the glowing green circuit pattern in the fabric itself. They even had notes on the side indicating which parts were supposed to glow and which ones didn't. She'd look like a heroine straight out of a cyberpunk story. On some level, the inner rebel within her always liked those kinds of stories, even if they were sometimes too dystopian for her tastes.

But, the black did make her seem like she was some kind of edgelord who was out to beat up baddies. And well, Taylor had to admit that her powerset didn't seem particularly geared towards combat. She liked the idea of striking fear into the hearts of criminals and all that, but she also didn't want to give anybody the wrong idea about her.

So she discarded those and focused more on the ones that had more of a white scifi knight theme going on. A few of those still had the awesome glowing circuits like the one that her alien costume had, but was done in a more subtle way. Still. Keeping the glowing elements from her alien costume might be a tad too much… plus what happened when she needed to be more… stealthy? Enemies would see her coming from miles away, or spot her right away when she was trying to hide in a dark room.

In other words, the aesthetic was super-cool, but not very practical. And Taylor always went for practicality over the cool factor.

She blinked when she moved onto the next images and recognized the art style. "Wait a second.. Did one of the artists seriously use a doll dress up program to design my costume?"

She hadn't realized that she had said this out loud, until she noticed Jane smirking at her.

"Ah, so you've used that Cape creator flash game in the past? It just so happens that one of our artists on site was the creator of that online game...probably why that art style looks so familiar to you, eh?" Jane replied.

Taylor flushed a bright red at being caught like this.

Okay, so as a cape geek she might have occasionally trolled the internet for cape-related stuff in the past. She had come across that cape design flash game, which had an entire site dedicated to it. It was more of a dress up doll game, but it was amazingly versatile in how you could create any existing capes out there or even design your own original character when creating a new cape for a fanfiction or whatever. And she wasn't about to tell anybody that she had spent endless hours designing different costumes on that site based on the kind of powers she dreamed that she'd get one day. Only her mom knew that she spent time on that site, but she always chalked it up to Taylor just being a kid playing "dress up doll" game on the internet, rather than daydreaming about the day she might be a cape herself.

Of course, she hadn't expected that she would get unconventional powers based on some kind of game instead of the more traditional fire-related powers, thinker powers, or whatever else she could've gotten. As a result, all the costume ideas she had come up with as a young kid pretty much went out the window. How do you design a costume theme around a simulation game? That wasn't done at all!

Seriously, she had no idea that creating and picking a costume was so hard for somebody with her powerset. No wonder why not even Jane could narrow down any of the designs down to a few ones….

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An hour later, Taylor finally managed to narrow it down to a single outfit that she liked… despite the fact that it looked nothing like the alien costume she had shown Jane before, save for the colors and the armor chest piece. It was basically a layered white bodysuit with green circuit patterns on it, and a green dress with a belt that had the plumbob design on it over it. AND over that dress were the white armor pieces decorated with bright green emerald stones cut in the shape of her plumbob. The picture also showed her wearing some futuristic-looking green boots. On her head, there was a green helmet with a clear visor.

There was a practical simplicity in that design,yet it had that bit of sparkle to it to spice things up which she liked.

She also had finally picked a name… Fortia. Apparently, it was a Latin word meaning to increase one's strength and defenses over time. It related to Fortresses typically but could also refer to soldiers and heroes improving their skills over time. That was an apt word that described her simulation powers pretty nicely, and It also meant "to be heroically steadfast", which Taylor liked.

She was pretty sure that Mom and dad would love the name too, as well. And to think that she had been worried that the PR department would stick her with something horribly embarrassing, but clearly they knew what they were doing after all.

She really felt that it was a productive meeting overall, as everyone got what they wanted out of it.

And now she was meeting with Armsmaster again for some more power testing, this time with her build mode...?

She did wonder how they were going to get around the ownership issue though, considering that her power basically told her that she could only build on lands that she or her household had ownership of. She had been pretty clear on that point when she explained that to the guys during power-testing before.

Her question was answered once she arrived at the site.

"Here is the paperwork stating that you have temporary ownership of this room for the day, and have legal permission to build anything you want here. Sign it, and we'll be able to get started here. If that doesn't work, then we'll start on paperwork stating that we're selling you ownership of this room. If that fails, then we have a plot of land offsite that we can sell you for a penny." Armsmaster bluntly said without greeting her first.

Taylor blinked. Well, that was very straightforward. She looked around the room as she signed the papers, and noticed that the PRT scientists had set up sensors and other devices all around the walls of the room, and that there was a mechanical grid on the floor. It was like the entire room was now one giant scanner, designed to study how Taylor did things in build mode.

She wasn't sure if just simply giving her temporary ownership and permission to build was going to work…. So she was pleasantly surprised when she activated build mode and didn't get an error message telling her that she didn't have the right permissions to do that.

She went back to live mode, and told Armsmaster in a slightly disbelieving tone of voice, "I can't believe that worked. Okay, seems that giving me legal permission to build here did the trick…"

Armsmaster seemed to relax slightly at this. "Good. then we can get started."

It seemed as if he had been worried about having to go all the way to some public plot of land just to test out Taylor's building skills, when it would've been more efficient to do it here.

"So… what do you want me to do here? Just decorate the empty room, build up some walls, or ...?" Taylor was admittedly a little bit lost on what to do with this space.

Her powers seemed to think it was like an apartment of sorts, where she could build and decorate within but couldn't touch the rest of the building itself. On top of it.. Because she technically didn't own this "apartment", her power also saw it as a "public lot" of sorts so she actually had an infinite budget here…

Seriously, her UI display was now displaying the infinity symbol in the place where they usually indicated how many simoleons she had at the moment. It made Taylor want to gash her teeth at the total unfairness of it all…

Just because her family owned the land they lived on, she was given a limited budget. But, if somebody else who owned the land gave her permission to build on their land despite not owning it she was given an infinite budget? How the hell did that make sense? Did this mean that her powers thought that the other person was paying for it out of their own pocket instead, paying her to be the contractor/builder/whatever?

She wished that her powers would make more sense… and that there was some kind of FAQ menu on her UI screen that she could find that would explain things like this in more detail.

Annoyingly enough, her power's inner tutorial voice remained silent as she prodded it to give her some kind of information on this. So there was no help from her powers at all on this front.

"Well first off, we'd like to see how your powers can build a house, and whenever such a house would be safe for a human to live in. otherwise, you can build anything you want." Armsmaster replied.

But at least on the bright side… unlimited budget also meant that she could have the chance to buy some of the most outrageously expensive things in build mode just to see what they were like. Things that she hadn't dared to buy before, because of the ridiculous prices. Why not go all out for this test?

She smiled at that thought.
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30 minutes later, Taylor was already bored out of her skull. She just knew there had to be a catch with power testing, and this was it.

Armsmaster kept on asking her to build and demolish the same wall and floors over and over again, until the scanners could figure out how she did that. Finally, they figured out that it was some kind of molecular assembly ability that she had. Which was kinda a given, Considering that she was building things out of nothing? So glad they figured it out. And yes she was feeling somewhat sarcastic here.

But at least they were able to glean some of the "science" behind how it was done, so there was that. And in the future, they might be able to do the same thing she did but with the aid of a machine that helped them build things out of the air's atoms or whatever.

Finally, she was allowed to build and decorate an ridiculously high end apartment on the premises with the most expensive items available to her, and just for fun decided to buy two of the most expensive vehicles to place outside of the "apartment" that she had seen in her build mode before but hadn't dared to get before because of the price.

A helicopter, which was 20,000 simoleons, and what the buy mode called a Empire Eidolon but resembled a Lamborghini. That one was 110,000 simoleons. Might as well get those to see what they were like on an infinite budget, right?

Taylor couldn't help but smirk at everyone's reactions when she had seemingly summoned a helicopter and an expensive car out of seemingly nowhere.

The PRT testers and Armsmaster took a tour around the "apartment", and kept on asking her questions that she honestly hadn't thought about. Like, how did the lights Taylor put in work if they weren't hooked up to a power source? Did they have their own power source inside them, like a battery? The walls she built were too thin to have proper wiring inside them, and she couldn't make the walls any thicker no matter how hard she tried. Taylor honestly had no idea how it all worked. It just did?

Unfortunately, the scientist guys seemed to find her answers unsatisfactory, and decided that the best way would be to completely dismantle everything in the apartment to see how it all worked and then try to destroy everything else.

Taylor would've been annoyed at this if she had brought this with her actual simoleons that her family earned, but since this was on an infinite budget due to the PRT "funding" things, she didn't care much anymore. It was all theirs, she was just building things for them.

So she simply shrugged and told them to go nuts.

It was then that Armsmaster noticed the robot crafting station that she had stashed away in one of the rooms that she created, and he practically perked right up when Taylor told him what it was.

"You can make robots?" he asked, and Taylor just shrugged.

"I'd have to try to raise my mechanical and robotics skills first, but yeah it seems so? There's a whole lot of different crafting stations and the like in my build mode categories that implies that I can do a whole lot besides make robots too." She said, and Armsmaster seemed to brighten slightly at this.

Seemed that he wanted more tinkers in the wards than he let on? That, or he really wanted robots and other cool stuff to play around with… Taylor knew she wanted that herself as well. She couldn't help but feel slightly excited at the idea of creating her own robot… maybe her family would love to have a robot butler around? That would be so cool!

The two of them went back to the main rooms, where they saw the scientists and testers surround themselves around a trash can with highly fanasticated looks on their faces.

"Hey, what's going on?" Taylor wondered.

"Oh, we're just seeing how much we can shove into this tinker-tech trashcan of yours… there seems to be no limit to how much it can eat." one of the guys said.

That was when Taylor remembered that she had outfitted the apartment with the most expensive and high-tech trash cans ever, the same ones she used back home. The one that could zap trash into nothing but atoms and give you simelomons.

Although, she did have to wonder if it would count as tinker-tech when she didn't tinker to bring about the trashcan and instead summoned it into existence.

At Armsmaster's questioning look, she then said, "That's The NanoCan Touchless Trash Can. It converts everything you throw away into energy and atoms. It also gives me simoleons… a type of credit that I use to build items. If I run out of simoleons, then I can't build anything anymore until I earn more."

One of the guys then perked up at this. "Oh, so it's like energy credits from Star Trek? Units of energy that you require to be able to build things from an atomic level?"

Taylor wasn't sure if that was correct at all… but if it helped them understand her powers a little better? "Um, yeah. Let's go with that."

Another guy started to get excited at the implications that the trashcan held within it. "Imagine if we found a way to make this work with mundane technology. We could turn landfills into power plants, if we converted all the trash into energy! It would not only cut down on pollution and litter, but also give us another source of energy that we so sorely need."

Taylor blinked. She kinda wanted to tell him to calm down, because it was only a trash can. But at the same time, she could see where he was going with this. Still, she couldn't bring herself to be excited over it like the other guys…

She lost interest in the conversation as they kept on going on and on about the possibilities of the technology behind the nanocan touchless trash can, and wandered around to see if the apartments needed anything else.

She realized that she had forgotten to add a bathroom, so she promptly created a bathroom add-on with all of the most expensive items possible. And naturally because of this everything was practically covered in gold leaf and white porcelain. It was like some poor person living in the 80's idea of what a rich person's bathroom looked like… it was just so…. Tacky and old fashioned. At least, according to her personal tastes anyway.

Thankfully, she could easily just switch out the "textures" on all of the expensive items, and made it so that the bathroom was a little more natural-looking, with all of the gold leaf stuff removed and replaced with sliver. This way it fit with the rest of the high luxurious apartment thematically.

Once she was done, she walked back to the kitchen area where some of the dudes were still going on and on about the trash can. Well…. Time froze while she was in build mode, so it was no wonder why it'd feel like they were still going on and on about it when they were still in the middle of a conversation about it.

Thankfully they didn't go on too long about it, as Armsmaster wisely steered them away from the topic by asking them if there were any other appliances that Taylor installed and built here that also had any unusual abilities like the tinker-tech trashcan had.

That led the guys to double-check everything else again, which led them to taking a tour of the entire apartment again, which led them to discover the bathroom.

As the others looked at her, Taylor shrugged and said, "I realized I forgot to add a bathroom.. I mean, if this was a real apartment you'd need one too right?"

It was then that they discovered that all of the plumbing worked, although like with the lights she couldn't exactly explain where the water sources were coming from, as the water fixtures weren't hooked up to any actual plumbing that this building had.

The guys theorized that it was Taylor's power source that was providing the power and the water somehow, although it was unknown if those things would stop working should Taylor go out of range or something. One oven commented that it probably worked on the same principle that the Nano trash can did-- constantly using up energy to generate power and water, but also collecting all unused water and waste back into energy again into some kind of power reserve so that it could be recycled again and again. It was probably how Taylor could even build houses too…

Taylor got that feeling again, like they were somewhat off with their theories there but at the same time she also didn't know enough to tell them they were wrong. So again she held her tongue and said nothing as they walked around the apartment again to ensure they didn't miss anything unusual.

Once they were certain they hadn't missed anything else that could be seen as unusual, Armsmaster declared that it was finally time for phase 3 of the power testing… destroying everything in sight through any means though explosions, fire, and everything else to see how well Taylor's stuff would react to being destroyed.

But of course, this meant that everyone would have to watch from behind safety bulletproof glass while tinker tech bots did all the work destroying everything in sight.

Truthfully, after being bored for half of this time, that honestly sounded like fun now to Taylor so she briefly switched over to buy mode to get herself a popcorn maker and a few comfy seats for everyone.

Once they were sure that everyone was accounted for, Armsmaster sent out some bots which looked like various small machines on treadmills coming into the large, warehouse-sized testing room where Taylor had built the small yet upscale apartment. They ignored the vehicles that Taylor had created outside of her building, and got to work demolishing the building…. Or at least they tried to.

The machine that looked like an high-tech version of a battering ram tried to tear the walls apart, but instead tore itself apart trying to knock down the walls. It fell over and simply stopped working. Armsmaster blinked, looking very put out.

"That machine was designed to deliver 8,000 Newtons of force…. Which should have easily torn any wall apart." He mumbled.

Next up was the flamethrower on wheels, which moved up to the wall and let out a roaring torrent of fire…. Which barely left a mark on the walls.

Four other machines tried their hand at destroying the walls outside her building, and tried the same thing with the roofing… however the walls and roofs held steadfast, and seemed to have no reaction to the machines of destruction at all.

"Hmm. interesting… the exterior walls and roofs seem to be virtually indestructible… we'll have to test that more some other time. Now to test the interior…" Armsmaster mumbled into one of his recording devices, and sent the machines inside the building itself.

Turns out that while the outside of the building was indestructible, the same couldn't be said for the poor furniture and other machines that Taylor had decorated the mini-apartment with.

It was a bit of a mixed bag though. When another battering ram-like machine Armsmaster had brought in tried to pound everything into mush, the chairs and other furniture stubbornly stayed where they were, as if they had been glued and nailed to the floor. They had no reaction at all to something that could easily tear buildings apart on a regular basis.

When the flamethrowers came in however… it was as if everything was absurdly flammable… even objects that shouldn't be flammable to start with, like the ceramic bathtub. The fire spread pretty quickly all over the place.

The weirdest part was, when Taylor saw the fire spreading inside over the monitors, she suddenly had this irrational urge to rush into the apartment while it was on fire. And scream at the fire while panicking like a total idiot. However, she fought that irrational urge down and just watched everything play out on the monitors as she munched on her popcorn.

The guys finally brought in a fire exhauster bot to suppress the fires once they were satisfied they had destroyed almost everything.

Armsmaster and the other guys looked thoughtful at this. "So… the building itself is both flameproof and indestructible, but the same cannot be said for the furniture that Taylor created. It seems to be indestructible but only to a certain point. The furniture seems to be highly weak to fire, as we saw here."

"And did you see the way the kitchen table with the chairs refused to budge when that wrecking machine was trying to knock them over? Yet earlier on when I was inside there, I was able to pull out the chairs at the kitchen table and sit there normally…" one of the testers said, as he munched on some popcorn that he had helped himself to.

Another guy nodded at this. "Got some weird physics going on in that apartment, that's for sure. What's with the power source and water source coming in from an unknown source? We might have to test the water too, to see if it's safe."

After everything was done with, they had Taylor reset everything in the mini-apartment back to their pristine condition so that they could test them in more normal ways.

And now that they knew that Taylor could effectively "build" things like cars and whatnot, they also asked her to create every vehicle type that she had in her vehicles category so that they'd be able to test them as well.

Turns out that she had a lot of them… she had roughly around 47 of them, varying from scooters, motorcycles, junk cars to fancy expensive cars and helicopters. She also had up to eight different bicycle types, varying from plain-looking ones to futuristic-looking ones. It was probably a good thing that they were on the ground floor and that this was a modular room that could open up to the outside, otherwise Taylor didn't know how they were going to get all those vehicles out of here. Especially the helicopter.

It seemed like they didn't need her for anything else anymore, so she was allowed to go home even though they were still in the process of testing everything that she had made here so far.

So she simply shrugged and left.

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note:
Ehh, ended up being a somewhat boring chapter. I'm sorry, guys.

Still, I guess it had to be done so you'd know how the PRT guys would eventually react to her build mode down the road?

also... soon as Taylor left? The PRT guys were definitely eyeing all the sports cars and going: "I call dibs on test-driving that one!"
 
Chapter Nine--her very first partol!
--January 18th--

Her costume was finally ready. Everyone, especially the PR division, was happy to discover that her costume actually managed to store itself away into her dimensional closet and that she could easily switch between her normal clothes and her costume anytime she wanted like she thought she could. Thankfully she had been right about that one when it came to her powers.

Although for some reason, her closet dimension space seemed to tag her costume as "Custom Content", for some reason. So anything she modified or put into her closet dimension that wasn't part of her default Sim clothing wardrobe would end up being tagged as "Custom Content"?

Actually, that was kind of useful. Made searching through her things easy if everything in her pocket space was tagged like that. She wondered if it also worked for build mode. Could she take custom furniture and store it away into her buy mode dimension?

That'd be something she'd have to test out down the road.

But for now, she was being coached by one Miss Adams on what to do for her public debut. Not that she honestly minded, she was unlocking a lot of skills here, such as the acting skill.

--January 26th--

The public debut a few days ago went great. It was very standard as far as meeting the press went. She got to show off her quick-changing outfits trick by coming out in her plainly-dressed civilian form, explaining how she couldn't really hide who she was thanks to the glowing crystal over her head, then spun around in place to reveal her superhero costume, and introduced herself as "Fortia".

She gave off a few fun facts about the real meaning of the name in Latin, and why it was chosen to reflect her powerset. While the main meaning of the name meant Strength, it also meant to steadily get better at things over time… which was what a sim-person was all about. Not that she actually said that last part out loud. It was also another form of "Forte", and She had joked out loud that her forte was to get better at everything than everyone else out there. That didn't get any laughs, although a few people did crack a few smiles at that in the crowd.

It was as she thought, she really needed to level up her comedy skill. Right now, it was still at level one although it was halfway to level 2. sigh.

And after that, she answered a few questions from the press and that was it.

And now that a few days passed after that, it was finally time for her to go on patrol!

Just to be on the safe side, she had leveled up a few in the charisma skill since her first public meeting with the press had made it clear that she needed some work in public relations, despite the PR staff assuring her that she had done a good job relatively speaking. Especially when compared to other capes like Clockblocker.

Speaking of which, it seemed that she was paired up with him today alongside Vista.

She snorted when she realized how much their costumes matched together, making them look like they were part of an actual team together. Clockblocker's costume was all white, while Vista was mostly in all green colors save for her skirt thing which was a mixture of swirling white and green colors. Fortia herself was decked out in both white and green.

"What's got you giggling over there?" Clockblocker wondered, and Fortia shook her head.

"Nothing… just had a weird thought, when I looked at how much our costumes seem to match each other." She said, before joking, "The two of us look like we could be Vista's parents in our outfits even if we're obviously too young to have a 12-year-old child."

[Comedy skill leveled up to 2! You can now tell knock-knock jokes to other sims]

……….

Seriously, what was with those lame unlockable interactions? She just hoped that she got something really good later on besides the lame interactions the more she leveled up.

Clockblocker's face couldn't be seen due to the fact that his entire visor and the helm were opaque and covered all of his head, but Forita got the impression that he was smiling as he exaggeratedly checked Fortia's costume out, looked over at Vista, and then lastly at himself.

He then acted shocked in his exaggerated way, as he said in an overly dramatic way, "Le gasp! You're right, we totally look like a cape family. But, I'm way too young to be a father! Besides You haven't taken me out to dinner yet! I need to be romanced and wooed first before I can think of having kids!"

Fortia just laughed out loud at this, while Vista just rolled her eyes at Clockblocker's antics. Vista was smiling though, so Clockblocker seemed to see that as a win as he flashed the two of them finger guns and thumbs up.

Vista then said, "I fear for your future kids. The dad jokes you'd come up with would be just terrible. You'd kill them just by telling them way too many puns and jokes."

Fortia chuckled at that, while Clockblocker just clutched at his chest as if he had gotten fatally wounded.

"Ouch." He commented.

The crowds nearby who had been blatantly eavesdropping on them chuckled at the play-by-play, and Clockblocker then bowed at them before waving at them. "Thanks for enjoying the show, folks!"
Forita waved back too, although Vista chooses not to for some reason.

For the next following hour, the patrol was mostly uneventful save for some people coming up to do autographs and selfies with the local wards.

The rest of the day on the other hand…. Well, they had been about to complete their patrol when it happened.

That is, they ran into Brandish getting into yet another fight with Marquis.

"Seriously? Again?" Clockblocker groaned out loud.

"This is the fourth time this week," Vista told Fortia, who merely looked confused at his comment.

"You're telling me this happens all the time?" Fortia stared in disbelief as Marquis engaged in some playful banter with Brandish while they dueled with each other, which only seemed to enrage the hell out of her.

"Yup. You see, Brandish has a real hate-on for Marquis, ever since he thoroughly humiliated her and her entire family like a decade ago." Clockblocker explained.

Fortia nodded. "Oh yeah, I read about that. I was too young to remember back then, but I read up about it in class a while ago in middle school. That incident went a long way to redefine a lot of vigilante and parahuman laws."

It was well-known by now that Marquis liked to have body doubles and decoys everywhere so that Marquis was seen in a dozen places at once and you wouldn't know which one was the real thing until it was too late.

But back then, that hadn't been too well-known at all and so the Brockton Bay Brigade had been convinced that they had finally discovered the secret ID of Marquis and gone to storm his house… only to find a frightened father clutching at his five-year-old daughter.

Dr. Micheal Lavere was an orthopedic surgeon, and a fairly timid person when put in stressful situations. The Brigade had stormed in expecting to face off with the great terrible Marquis and thus had been completely thrown off when they found a shivering fearful man crying and sobbing as he held his daughter in a corner.

'Take anything you want, but please don't hurt my daughter! There's a safe upstairs, it has a lot of money in it!' Dr. Lavere had cried hysterically, while he shielded his daughter from harm with his body.

This had been enough to make Sarah Pelham wonder if they got the right person, but Carol Dallon had been very insistent on dragging him into jail. Things had spiraled out of control on there, with the trial being a total circus, especially when Marquis was seen elsewhere committing various criminal acts while Dr. Larvere was in jail.

Carol insisted that Dr. Lavere had to be the real one and that the other ones were just decoys to clear his name and had even handed over all the evidence she had on him. Unfortunately for her, most of it was easily explained away.

Dr. Lavere had tearfully admitted while in a public courtroom that things had been difficult for his family, and that even as a surgeon he couldn't have enough money to cover for his late wife's medical bills AND pay off the montages on his house at the same time. So, he had taken the money to pose as Marquis now and then. He had acted so timidly and shy the whole time that it was hard to imagine him as being the real Marquis to start with, and with Marquis being seen elsewhere that had been enough to doubt that the Brockton Bay Brigade had gotten the real one as they had claimed.

Naturally, the Brigade family had gotten a massive hit to their reputations because of that, and the entire thing had sparked a very intense debate across the nations about whenever it was really appropriate to storm the house of a suspected villain like that… especially if they'd turn out to be wrong on who the actual villain was.

And, there turned out to be cases where it had gone very tragically for both heroes and villains in the same time frame, with a hero accidentally killing a villain's child causing the villain to go on a rampage.

Thus, some of the unwritten rules had became not so unwritten anymore, as there came into laws that would make unauthorized home invasions highly illegal for all parahumans, regardless of their status as a hero or a villain.

And ever since then, Brandish's hate for the villain only seemed to have increased even more to the point of irrationality.

The rest of New Wave (they had rebranded a while ago) had let up on Marquis after he actually saved the life of Fleur, admitting that there were much worse criminals they could be going after. But Carol hadn't brought into the notion that Marquis had just happened to be strolling by in the neighborhood when he saw an Empire Thug break into their house with a gun. Never mind that he openly admitted that he had been stalking them all to learn more about them after they all had unmasked for their movement. He had managed to save Fleur's life after she was shot, but she had unfortunately lost the baby she was carrying at the time.

Sadly for New Wave, news of Fleur's close brush with death was enough to make the movement die down, and it only solidified the reasons why it should be illegal to storm the house of a well-known villain and or hero. It also had caused Fleur to rethink on whenever the movement was actually a good idea or not, and she had moved away from Brockton Bay with her boyfriend Mike Huxley (who was Carol and Sarah's brother) in order to rebrand elsewhere.

There were rumors though that Fleur and Lightstar were no longer together though because Lightstar had apparently returned back to his old name. If true, the reasons behind the breakup were unknown although the public could easily guess why it had happened… reasons ranging from losing the baby to the stress of trying to go back into the superhero closet after you had outed yourself.

Anyways, it was pretty clear that Marquis and Brandish had a lot of history together… with the way he kept on bantering with her like they were old friends, despite the fact that he was throwing bone spikes at her in a way that could easily be lethal.

Vista shook her head. "You call it in, Clockblocker. Fortia and I will do our best to evacuate the area of any citizens so that nobody gets hurt in this crossfire… again."

With that, Fortia and Vista leaped into action while Clockblocker called it in.

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A/n: sorry for not updating this in such a long time. My muse is easily distracted with other ideas and went to focus on my other stories instead.

And, it probably doesn't help that I seem to have lost the document listing which skills and things that Fortia had unlocked and which level it is at now. So I'm gonna have to recreate that document from scratch. *sighs*
 
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Fortia's unlocked skills so far (as of Chapter Nine)
Just putting this here, in case I lose my document files… again.

Skill
This is a list of skills from Sims 1 to Sims 4, but mostly Sims 3 and Sims 4 as this is what this fanfic is based on. Every skill has a max level of 10, and as such every level requires a lot of exp to advance to every level. The lower levels are easy to level up at first, but it gets harder and harder to gain exp the more you advance.

Fortia/Taylor's unlocked skill sets, in order of it having been locked first before the other ones--

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Comedy Level 2
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Chemistry Level 0
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Programming Level 1
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Social Networking Level 0
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Ice skating Level 0
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Singing Level 0
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Science Level 2
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Writing Level 2
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Art Level 1
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Public Speaking level 0
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Chapter 10--The more things change the more things stay the same.
A/N: just found out the base game of sims 4 is now free for everyone forever. So to celebrate, here's this chapter. I already brought the base game and a lot of the sim expansion packs, but I still consider this to be good news for everyone else. Plus, this means more excellent mods for it and stuff.

They also have an official high school expansion pack now, so I was able to get that because the other school mods I had made the game kept on crashing so I was forced to go without any school mods. So now I can finally follow Taylor to high school! woo!
I then noticed something weird about the classes, how they make your sims unlock skills they wouldn't have otherwise done if they couldn't go out to the jungles or whatever. Like how learning about ancient civilizations will make your teenage unlock the archaeology skill. Right.

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Taylor blinked when she got an alert saying she had unlocked the archaeology skill after her class was over and she was packing up to go to a different classroom.

[[You have unlocked Archaeology! Now you know the right way to evacuate fossils without breaking them.]]

Huh??

Um, she was currently in class learning about various ancient Aztec tribes and how they lived right now. Wouldn't that unlock something like anthropology instead??

Sometimes her power was just straight-up bizarre.

Mentally shrugging at it all, she went to the next class, which was art class and she was taking this one along with her besties Luna and Chloe.

Unlike what most popular media tended to depict, the majority of art class wasn't all about working on paintings or whatever. Instead, sometimes they were the variety where you sat at desks while the teachers lectured you on various famous artists and all about the techniques they used.

Taylor didn't mind it too much either way, because she still got exp with the art skills she unlocked in the past.

This time there was an empty seat by Chloe instead of Luna at the table desks, so Taylor merely nodded in acknowledgment at Luna nearby, who was now sitting with one of the sports Jocks (she forgot his name) and sat down by Chloe.

It was Renaissance month in art class, so Taylor pretty much expected it when the teacher came in and told everyone that this week they'd talk about Sandro Botticelli, who was known for art pieces like the Birth of Venus.

Everyone else then groaned loudly when the teacher said there'd be an exam on Sandro Botticelli at the end of the week, so he expected everyone to do their art homework regularly.

"Ugh, this bites," Chloe complained loudly, "This'll cut into my guitar practice after school."

"Still trying to start up your own garage band?" Taylor wondered.

Chloe always had a dream of becoming a famous punk singer, so she was constantly practicing on her guitar when she wasn't hanging out with Taylor and the others after school.

Chloe nodded. "You know it. I can't give up on it so easily!"

Taylor smiled and nodded at this.

With that, the art class started.

((later, in the middle of class))
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The rest of the morning went by in a flash, and by Lunchtime Taylor was already in the line to get her lunch from the lunch ladies.

At the end of the line, after her tray was loaded up with all the goodies she wanted, she turned around to walk towards her usual table with Luna and Chloe, only to find somebody in her way.

"You think you're hot stuff now, don't you, Taylor? Now that you're a parahuman." a blond boy in an outfit that seemed a mixture of punk and formal sneered loudly at her.

Taylor let out a loud groan at this, for the blond boy was one she was all too familiar with. Wolfgang Munch… and yes this was his actual full name and not some weird macho nickname he came up with.

Ever since she started school here, he seemed to have a problem with her. Well, not completely straight from the start.

He had been initially friendly with her, and Taylor had thought of him as a possible friend at first.

But, then he started showing his true colors as a bully, picking on Luna. When she caught Wolfgang in the act, Taylor loudly called him out on his behavior and dragged Luna away from him so that he couldn't harass her anymore. That day, she lost Wolfgang Munch as a friend but gained another friend in Luna Stone… not that she minded very much.

But ever since then, Wolfgang seemed weirdly obsessed with picking on Taylor in every way possible he could get away.

Arcadia was very strongly anti-bullying as a school, but that didn't mean there wasn't any teenage drama. Whenever there were teenagers, there was bound to be teenage drama in spades, after all.

And unfortunately, Wolfgang Munch was very good at learning where the lines were so that he could come dangerously close to the line but not actually cross it, in terms of bullying and harassment. And on top of it, he came from a very rich family who made generous donations to the school on a regular basis… so he was able to get away with a little more than other students could, and he knew it.

Thankfully, the bullying was rather mild to the point that Taylor could just ignore it most of the time. Although, there were times when he constantly harassed her in small ways so much that it grated on her nerves.

Hence her reaction right now as she stared at the blond punk flatly as she ground out, "What do you want now?"

"Me?" Wolfgang put on an exaggerated surprised face and then chuckled. "Oh nothing, I just wanted to remind you that you still aren't anything special, even with your powers. To me, you'll always be the same dweeby little girl I met on the first day of high school."

With that, he walked away laughing as if he had made the funniest joke in the world.

Taylor watched him away with one eyebrow raised and then rolled her eyes before moving towards her usual table.

Luna was frowning slightly, having witnessed the altercation from a distance even though she couldn't hear what was being said sitting over where she was currently.

"What did he want this time?" Luna couldn't help but fuss as Taylor sat down next to her.

Taylor shook her head. "Nothing important. Just wanted to remind me that I wasn't anybody special, even if I got powers now. According to him, I'll always be the dweeby little girl."

Luna Stone scowled heavily. "Ugh, that Nazi-wannabe!"

Chloe Cooper raised her eyebrows. "How do you know he's a Nazi-wannabe? Just because he has blond hair?"

Luna shook her head. "Nope. I have some history with him due to his family, unfortunately."

Taylor then pointed out, "you know how her family looks kinda like light-skinned Brazilians when they have a tan? And that Luna has something of a slight tanning addiction?"

Luna smirked. "What Taylor said, that's led the Munch family to assume that my family's not purely white. The ironic part is, my family's taken the ancestry DNA tests that were the craze for a while there and it states that my family was made up of pure-blooded Germans from South Germany. Yet because I or my family don't look like a stereotypical purebred german with blond hair and blue eyes, they've made all sorts of comments about my family's legal status here in the United States."

She then paused, and then held up one finger as she said, "And that's not all! There have been rumors that the Munch family's been one of the sponsors for the American Patriots group."

Chloe blinked. "The superhero group?"

Luna scoffed. "By the loose definition of 'superhero'. You've heard all the rumors about how they're being financed by the Empire 88, right? Or that the American Patriots support the Empire 88 but not too openly."

Taylor nodded at that.

Chloe looked doubtful at that. "But they have a black hero on the team with them. Would they really secretly associate with Empire 88 if they have a black hero on the team? I dunno, sometimes people can just be an asshole without being a Nazi you know. And I can't help but feel like people use the word Nazi way too freely, it's almost lost all meaning. Nowadays it seems to mean 'anybody I don't like!' instead of 'actual racist who's out to commit genocide!'"

"Er, Chloe's got a good point there," Taylor admitted reluctantly, "Plus there are different flavors of racists out there, and not all of them would agree with the nazi idealogy. Maybe the Munch family is racist towards South Americans but not African Americans and whoever else that isn't a white person?"

Luna huffed. "Whatever! You both agree that Wolfgang's family is a bunch of assholes regardless of their beliefs, right?"

Both Chloe and Taylor nodded at this.
"But of course/yes!" they said at the same time.

Luna smiled and inclined her head at this. "Thank you!"
With that, they started digging in, silently agreeing over the fact that they all had gotten tired of talking about Wolfgang's connections.

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After school, Taylor elected to go directly to the Protectorate headquarters since she hadn't been there yet, only the PRT headquarters. And both Vista and Clockblocker had texted her, asking her to be there.

So she let both parents know via text where she was going and took the bus that would take her close to the route that would drop her off close enough.

She was now at the pier that connected the rehauled rig via a forcefield bridge, but right now it was turned off and there was a guard at one of the guard booths nearby.

Taylor frowned as she realized she forgot to do something. What was it?

Oh right, she was supposed to be in her costume when she went to the Rig. Chuckling to herself, she spun in place to change into her costume, and just like that she was instantaneously in her full costume.

But somehow, a part of her felt like that wasn't what she was forgetting at all.

She noticed that a few people were staring at her and even had their camera phones up, and she just smiled and waved at them as she walked over to the guard.

"Can you call somebody over there to bring me to the Rig or something? Vista and Clockblocker said they wanted me there after school was over." She wondered.

The PRT guard looked at her strangely. Finally, he asked, "You do realize that you're supposed to call in beforehand over the console or your PRT-issued phone when going to the Protectorate Base, right? This way you have transport all the way there."

Taylor blinked. So THAT was what she was forgetting!!

She did a literal forehead palm as she mumbled loudly. "Right. I'm new to this so I kept on forgetting."

The faceless guard just chuckled loudly at that.

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Much to her surprise, the reason why Vista and Clockblocker wanted her over was to officially welcome her to the team, as well as unmask in front of her.
"Honestly it was bothering me that we knew all about you but you didn't know us beyond the costume, ya know?" Dennis, aka Clockblocker, replied while uncostumed in the Wards room.

Missy, aka Vista, then said, "Plus, it's ridiculous how we never even officially got to welcome you because you kept on getting sidetracked by the dumb power testing."

Aegis, who unmasked as Carlos nodded. "Honestly you probably hold the record for the longest power testing ever of any ward that I've seen, or know of."

Taylor chuckled weakly, having spun back into her normal clothes. "Hey, no argument there from me. It was pretty exhausting going through all that stuff. Especially with the way, they kept on asking me to repeat a certain action over and over just to make sure it was safe, and so that they could finally figure out what their scans were reading."

Chris, aka Kid Win, then patted a hand on the sofa even though he was sitting on the floor in front of it and said, "well, come in and sit down then. It sounds like you need to relax, maybe get to know us?"

Dennis then said, "I thought we'd unwind with some games and some snacks. You in?"

Taylor grinned. "Sounds great!"

With that, she went to sit with them in front of the TV. She was promptly handed a wireless game controller by Chris as he asked, "Super Brawler series IV, or would you like one of the many racing games we have here?"

Taylor's eyes widened at that. "You already have the latest Super Brawler? I heard that wasn't to be out for a few days yet."

Dennis grinned. "One of the privileges of being a ward, you get some stuff early sometimes. It's pretty great."

"Hell yes. Let's play that one then." Taylor cheered.

With that, the teenagers all laughed and played together until it was getting dark out, and it was time for Taylor to head home.

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For those wondering
For those who were wondering why I brought in a canon sim character like wolfgang into this story... It was because in a older save of mine, he was the main bully of Taylor Hebert as I ranted so much about in this old thread.
And then when I started a new save so that I could follow Taylor Hebert at long last to high school without having to depend on glitchy mods, I noticed how certain patterns seemed to repeat themselves.
Namely, Taylor would end up being good friends with Luna Villareal again (the one I based Luna Stone on), and Wolfgang would become Taylor's Bully again. I even have the screenshots.

I put them behind links, because the screenshots are large.

Luna and Taylor meet, hit it off.

Wolfgang Munch is initially friendly to Taylor and the others, even asking Taylor to the daily prom that happens every Saturday in the sim game. (????)

But, Wolfgang quickly shows his true colors by getting in a fight with Luna!

Taylor is not impressed as Wolfgang continues to bully Luna.

Taylor yells at Wolfgang and tells him their friendship is over because she can't stand bullies.

Instead of going to the prom with Wolfgang, Taylor hangs out with Luna there, taking a series of very silly photos. (1) (2)

Taylor votes for Wolfgang as the court jester, Wolfgang wins that position and he doesn't seem very amused.

The next day at school, Taylor's just minding her business ..... then Wolfgang comes in and starts verbally harassing her, becoming her personal bully for the next week.

So yeah it's weird how Wolfgang became her bully in both saves despite my saves being on different worlds.
 
Chapter 11--The daily life of Amelia Lavere
A/N: got to thinking about how different Amy would be if she never got adopted by Carol, and then got inspired to write an interlude on how different Amy is in the "My shining plumbob" universe, now that she's been raised by her father, who is an ass who likes to troll everyone out there.

I present to you, the daily life of Amelia Lavere.
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The clock went off, and a feminine hand reached out from under a blanket and it groped around until it reached the right button that turned off the digital clock's alarm.

The teenage girl groaned as she rolled over in bed, trying to ignore the sunlight streaming through her window. She had been up late studying on top of doing her healing at the hospital where she worked, and she was exhausted.

'Just a few more minutes', she blearily thought.

But then she heard her father's cheerful voice from downstairs.

"Good morning, sunshine!" he called. "Time to get up!"

The girl groaned again and pulled the covers over her head. She could hear her father coming up the stairs, and she knew there was no use trying to go back to sleep.

Her father opened the door to her room and smiled down at her. "Come on, sleepyhead," he said. "It's a beautiful day outside."

The girl sighed and sat up in bed. "I know, Dad," she said. "But I'm so tired."

"I know, honey," her father said. "But you have to get up, Amelia. You have school today."

Amelia nodded. "I know," she said. "I'm getting up."

She got out of bed and shuffled to the bathroom to get ready for school. As she was brushing her teeth, she thought about how much she hated mornings. She wished she could just stay in bed all day.

But she knew she couldn't. She had to get up and go to school. She had to study for her finals. She had to do all the things that teenagers have to do.

She sighed and finished brushing her teeth before putting on her makeup. She knew it was going to be a long day.

But she also knew that she would get through it. She always did.

It all felt so pointless though, because it's not like she needed school. The school helped you prepare you for your future, right? But her future was already decided for her, now that she had become Brockton Bay's best parahuman healer and open bio-tinker, though her public relations company tended to keep the bio-tinker bit on the lowdown even though it was an open secret.

Truthfully Amelia hadn't wanted to be known as a healer above else all, but her father had been so happy when he found out what she could do and had focused on the healing aspect of her power.

Her dad had been studying to become a doctor, an orthopedic surgeon, to be more specific when he first got his bone-wielding power. He had been happy at first when he got his power because he thought he could use his power to help boost the healing of his patients, only to be sorely let down when his bone powers weren't exactly good at that. He was also deep in medical school debt at the time, another reason why he had been rather let down when he found out he couldn't be a healing rogue. He would've made SO MUCH MONEY had he been a straight-up healer.

Then after a few slippery slopes and a few mental rationalizations on why committing crimes to solve everyone's debts (but mostly his debt) wasn't that bad, Dr. Michael Lavere then found himself the crime boss who went by Marquis. He didn't have a real gang of his own the same way the other villains did, preferring to be seen as more of an independent villain who occasionally worked with other villains. but he did indeed build up his criminal empire behind the scenes all the same.

He didn't go by some silly name like the ABB or Empire 88 did, though his men did wind up naming themselves "The Marche" without Marquis's permission or knowledge. Marquis hadn't found out until it was too late to correct it as it had entered public consciousness at that point, and by then he was resigned to having his underground organization be known as The Marche.

He would have preferred that it stayed nameless for there to be plausible deniability and to trick his enemies into attacking the wrong targets. But if his men wanted a name and a theme like every other gang so badly then he would simply go along with it.

At any rate, it was no wonder why Amelia's father had projected a little bit and had kept on saying if he had gotten Amelia's powers, he would've never been a villain in the first place. Amelia had picked up on that and then had foolishly decided to officially become a heroic healer publicly to please her father, though she had to create a persona that pretended to have nothing to do with Marquis otherwise they wouldn't have let her work at hospitals.

In her defense, she had been only 12 years old at the time and hadn't known any better. And now her 16-year-old self cursed her 12-year-old self for being so foolish and for wanting to please her father…. Because god, working in hospitals was just so friggin' TEDIOUS!

Michael had been so pleased though, thinking that Amelia was carrying on the family tradition in her way, as his father had been a physician before he bit it due to chain smoking and lung cancer. Michael had sort of followed in his own father's footsteps, though thankfully without the chain-smoking and lung cancer bit. Amelia could heal anything now, but that didn't mean she approved of bad habits like that.

Not that Amelia had been a pushover who only ever used her power for healing, because she was very firm on her stance of having fun with her powers in other ways which her father also supported, thankfully. They had a greenhouse in the backyard and also supported an actual research lab located on the outskirts of the city, that was dedicated to her side hobby of playing around with the bio-tinkering side of her powers.

Thank god for that, otherwise, she was sure she would've had a mental breakdown working only at hospitals by now. But at least the hospital money she got was pretty nice, as it gave her a pretty hefty allowance to spend on anything she ever wanted without having to use her daddy's money. Yes, she was officially a paid member of the hospital staff though she did volunteer for free now and then to keep the good PR for her Panacea persona.

Plus, she also had a third persona by the name of Ebony that strongly resembled somebody that had been irrevocably transformed into a weird-looking creature by their own powers, that she liked to bring out in order to play around in public just in case she was tired of being the hero Panacea.

And or if she was also tired of being Amelia Lavere, the totally normal daughter of the totally innocent Dr. Lavere, who was absolutely in no way a parahuman at all. Note the sarcasm there.

The monstrous appearance for her villain persona was actually a second bio-suit she had created, and it was more like a mecha-suit than her first one was. Her first bio-suit, she had created for her Panacea persona and it was far more skintight than her second one was. It was mainly just so that she could hide her freckles, and give herself a slightly ethically ambiguous appearance where you couldn't tell if she was simply tanned or really did have that skin color naturally.

But that was rare she did bring out her third persona as Ebony, the tree-like woman, as she only did that once in a while to blow off steam.

Her dad hadn't approved at first, but he shut up pretty fast when she pointed out that he was one to talk, considering all the crap he got up with a dozen body doubles running around and the fact that he had more than 4 personas by this point. Amelia especially liked to bring up that one incident where Michael had been so tired and worn out that he actually forgot which persona he was supposed to be donning that day and almost outed himself before Amelia stepped in to run inference for him.

Not to mention, it was weird that her dad the supervillain wanted his own daughter to be a heroine and not be a supervillain working at her father's side, right?

She was now done applying her makeup, which was a cross between au natural makeup and gothic makeup… that is, it made her look like she was wearing minimal makeup while having a few gothic elements to the "au natural" look, like black lip gloss and slightly smoky eyes. Sadly, not even the foundation could completely hide all of her freckles unless she really caked it on… but having been taught by one of Dad's women how bad an idea that was, she didn't bother to try. She accepted the fact that she was very freckly all over, and so it was impossible to hide them all unless she wore the bio-suit she had made for her Panacea persona.

Satisfied with her look, she went back to her bedroom to change into her school clothes, which was a very casual, low-key goth look that looked like a normal hoodie and jeans combo until you spotted the skull and rose motif on them. Amelia had originally gone all out on the gothic look, even wearing the corsets and the frilly outfits that they called the Gothic Lolita style… but as time went by, she had decided that hoodies and pants were just much easier and more comfortable.

She had however kept the boots with the ridiculously chunky soles, as those stomper boots were ridiculously comfortable and easy to run in despite the fact that they looked like they'd be difficult to walk in. Plus, they made her look taller than she actually was, which she liked a lot.

She raced down the stairs towards the kitchen, where a hot breakfast was waiting for her. It was mostly bacon and eggs, and one buttered toast. Just like how she liked it. Dad even had her favorite spiced tea, which was basically Masala chai with an extra kick to it, freshly brewed and in her favorite teacup by her plate.

Amelia smiled at this. As much as her father could get scary and stern at times, he really had a habit of overindulging her. Many other people might see this as bad parenting, but he very rarely made her eat anything she didn't like at all or was unfamiliar with, and he very rarely refused her whenever she wanted something, be it food or clothes, or anything else really.

She looked up at her father as she sat down, and today he was dressed like…. Ned Flanders??

"Why the hell are you dressed like Ned Flanders today." Amelia wondered out loud, a thoroughly unimpressed look on her face.

"Believe it or not, but I still have to work as an actual surgeon. And unfortunately, I've entered the public consciousness as being this mild-mannered guy who dresses this way. It would be too suspicious for me to suddenly change even after all this time. They all haven't forgotten me completely, after all." Michael said a little bit ruefully, the tone of somebody who only mildly regretted hamming it up and playing up his helpless nerdy but loving father so much that the public now forever saw him as this mild-mannered, glasses-wearing surgeon.

His fifteen minutes of fame was supposed to be up, but nobody forgot yet, at least thanks to a very irritating thorn in his side called Carol Dallon, aka Brandish. As long as she refused to let go of her grudge publicly, his civilian self kept on lingering in the public consciousness.

Amelia giggled. "Poor you. Doomed to be a lame mild-mannered doctor forever because of that bitch."

Michael shot his daughter a look. "What have I told you about name-calling like that?"

Amelia didn't care. "Hey, I'm a lady, so I can call other ladies bitches if I want to. Just like how only black people are allowed to call each other that one word but other people can't."

Her father could only shake his head disapprovingly at that, which made Amelia grin.

They finished up their breakfast, and just as they went to their front door to leave for both work and school, a change overcame her father.

As Michael put on a pair of glasses, his entire demeanor changed completely. Gone were the calculated, cunning eyes alongside his confident and powerful stance.

Instead, what took their place was a slightly timid unassuming man who was otherwise polite and cheerful (most of the time). There was of course the reluctance to draw any attention to himself… which most people might've found suspicious had they not known about his infamous history as one of Marquis's body doubles.

But everyone in Brockton Bay knew about that. It was also a given that Dr. Michael Lavere was very, very lucky that he didn't get the long jail sentence that one would've had for being an accomplice to the infamous criminal Marquis. But thanks to the clusterfuck of a public trial, his lawyer was able to dismiss most charges against him so the worst Michael Lavere ever got was house arrest for a certain period of time and community service.

Had Dr. Michael Lavere acted out of place again, he would've had the book thrown at him too though…. Which went a long way to explain the reluctance to be in the spotlight again. So naturally nobody ever questioned that part.

It was fascinating to watch the "transformation" though, because Amelia hadn't believed that a few simple changes in behavior and the way you moved could dramatically change how you looked… until her father had demonstrated that over the years. It was something Amelia was studying herself so that she could perfect putting on completely different personas for her Panacea form and her Swamp-creature Ebony form.

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School was so dull that it went by in a flash, but apparently, while she was at school there had been a massive pileup on one of the highways, so there were a lot of serious injuries.

So it was Panacea to the rescue, then.

She hurried to her secret location where she normally stored all of her bio-suits and selected the Panacea suit. She stripped off down to her underwear before putting the bio-suit on, which transformed her into a slightly older-looking, red-headed Greek woman with a mild tan. Hey, if she was going to use the Greek goddess's name then she might as well lean into the theme hard.

Panacea's official heroine costume was that of a Greek-styled white and red gown in the ombre pattern, making it seem like she had stained her pure white gown by walking through puddles of blood. The dress was accented with gold and came with a wooden staff that had alive roses growing on it, and on her head there was a golden crown interwoven with alive roses, symbolizing her connection to life itself. And because Brockton Bay could get cold, Panacea often wore a Greek shawl that had the red Greek cross on it, though this red cross had a wreath of green interwoven around it. As such, it became Panacea's official icon.

Amelia had wanted Panacea to carry around a snake like the Goddess herself was often depicted doing, but her father had nixed that and told her she was carrying the theme too far. Not to mention it wasn't very PR friendly considering that plenty of people were scared of snakes. So Amelia had compromised and went for roses instead.

Amelia liked roses due to how thorny they could be, and how fast she could weaponize that in a hurry. It was beautiful, smelled great, and could be deadly. What's not to like about that?

The roses themselves were also interwoven into her Panacea bio-suit so that it could keep the bio-suit nourished and healthy when Amelia wasn't around… and so, as a result, she often placed the bio-suit in a strange-looking pot that was located in such a way that it could get plenty of sun and water without anybody stumbling across it.

Her transformation into the Healer super-heroine complete, she went out to the bus stop to take a ride to the hospital where she so often worked.

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"So now that I have your permission to heal you, here's my next question. Which one would you prefer? Plants or animals?" Amelia/Panacea asked with a kindly smile on her face.

"Huh? What does that have to do with anything." Both the injured man and his family looked confused at the question.

"I'm asking you which bio-mass you'd like me to use to heal you. You see, that's the limitation with my power-- It does this equivalent exchange where I need to use alive bio-mass to heal you… I can't do it with dead things like steak meat. So you can imagine how queasy some people get if I was to use… say, alive rats and sacrifice them in order to heal a person who was on the verge of death." Panacea explained.

Half of that was actually a lie, Amelia could've really just used the humans' biomass if they were fat enough for it to heal them directly. But she liked the dramatic theatricality of it all when she stated that she needed to exchange different bio-masses to heal. And plus it was a good way of throwing people off... If they incorrectly assumed they knew how her power worked, then that meant that she could always trick her enemies out there.

Paradoxically it also led more people to trust her more, because often they assumed that somebody like Panacea was too good to be true. But once she revealed that there was a catch to it, that she needed to sacrifice the lives of plants and animals in order to heal? They then saw that she wasn't too good to be true after all.

It helped boost her image when she would often do this little ritual should the visitors pick animals over plants (which was extremely rare as most were squeamish at the idea of animal sacrifices, even if it was to save human lives). Panacea would do this thing where she would feed the animals, loudly praising them and thanking them for everything they did in the service of humans before finally killing them by turning them into fleshy slurry which she used to heal the humans out there. It showed that she wasn't into killing animals at all but saw it as a necessary evil.

With plants, there was less fanfare, though Panacea would pretend to be highly spiritual about it and comment that she hoped that the healed patients would feel closer to nature now.

Predictably, humans in general often got squicked by the fleshy slurry thing than they did the plant slurry thing. Hence they preferred going with plants, even if Panacea did warn them that going with plants would take them longer to heal.

The upside of keeping up such a silly lie was that many people were reluctant to use Panacea's services too often unless it was truly urgently needed so that Amelia didn't have to waste her time on minor cases like simple broken bones that could easily heal on their own.

Amelia wasn't the sort who liked to heal every minor cut and other stupid stuff like ingrown toenails, after all. If they needed her, it better be worth her time, was all.

The wife wrinkled her nose. "Why do you even need animals to start with? Why couldn't you just use plants every time?"

"Because," Panacea said, as if she had heard that question often, "It takes longer if I use plants. I have to transform the plants into meaty biomass that matches the humans' biological biomass. Whereas it's just easier to convert the animals' DNA into human DNA so that it's more compatible with human bodies. So using animals is faster."

Technically true, but not exactly the whole truth there.

She then said before they could ask the next obvious question, "Plants take me almost 20 minutes to fully convert, while animals are more instant, they only take me a few minutes. Most people prefer the plants though, as seeing alive animals get reduced to meaty slush can often be the stuff of nightmares. I've heard of past patients suffering from mild PTSD because it was just that horrific to see."

She sounded regretful at this… but secretly she wasn't all that regretful about it. In fact, she secretly liked traumatizing and grossing out everyone just a little bit. Her father often accused her of being a teenage edge-lord who was into the shock factor for the sake of it, because as a moody teenager, she liked to get a rise out of everyone any way she could.

Probably part of the reason why she kept up the act where Panacea prattled on about how life had to be exchanged in favor of saving other lives.

Both the bedridden patient and his wife looked queasy at that. "We'll, uh, do the plants then."
The patient nodded. "Yeah, they say my condition is stable. So there's no real hurry there."

Panacea nodded at this and with that, she called out to the orderlies who then pushed a literal massive cart on wheels that was overflowing with potatoes and onions.

"Let's get started." She said as she grabbed a potato, which instantly unfurled into something eldritch-looking, a ball of writhing plant tentacles that would eventually get reduced into this gross slush that wriggled and moved at her command.

Ahaha, the look on people's faces when they watched this happen in real-time. heh.
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It went on and like that for every patient, save for the one who had an irrational fear of being part-plant and had chosen the hospital rats they bred for Panacea's needs. They would not be deterred, even when Panacea reassured them that all plant and animal DNA was fully converted to human DNA so there was no danger of being part-anything. But they still insisted. Somehow being part-rat was just fine??

Some people could be so weird.

But she had triaged all of the serious cases so that none of them were in danger of having complications, leaving only the ones with mild cases of broken bones that could heal on their own. So she went back to her base where she could stash her Panacea bio-suit and become Amy Lavere once again.

As she peeled the second skin off her real one, her phone rang. The ringtone belted out the "Cha cha Yes, Poppa" song, which meant it was her dad calling her in her civilian form.

She grabbed her phone quickly and answered it, "Yeah, Dad?"

"Hey, honey. I'm sorry to say, but it looks like I'll be home very late. Seems that a certain somebody accidentally scheduled a few of my patients all on the same day. And those operations take hours, so…" Michael sounded both annoyed and tired.

"Oh no. Want me to pick you up some coffee? I was gonna get myself some." She replied.

"What have I told you about drinking coffee at your age?"

She rolled her eyes "That stunts my growth. But you'll pry it from my dead cold hands before I give it up. Do you want the coffee or not?"

".... I'll have one, then. I'm surprised that my hospital hasn't been condemned yet for the swill that dares to call itself coffee. Pick up a coffee from Jumping Bean Bistro?" He sounded hopeful now, as that was his favorite place to get coffee.

"Fine." Amelia was hoping to go to the more trendy Tutty Fruity Coffee Bar that was a favorite of teenagers and younger college students, but she liked that other location too. "I'll see you in a little bit."

She hung up and finished peeling the rest of her bio-suit off before putting her civilian clothes back on.

With that, she grabbed her purse and went out.

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Amelia showed up at Brockton Central, the other hospital where her dad worked as it was the only hospital in the city with an Osteotomy wing.

She checked in at the desk and then went up the elevator toward the floor where he worked.

A few nurses pointed the way when she asked them where he was, and she found him in the room of some kid and his worried parents and he was speaking to them.

"... and of course, Juvenile Scoliosis can be easily corrected with a simple spinal fusion. With that, what we do is realign and fuse the curved vertebrae so that they heal into a single, solid bone. Thankfully his scoliosis is very flexible, meaning it's easy to correct."

The parents smiled at that, and that was when Dr. Lavere noticed his daughter waiting for him outside the room, and he said, "Pardon me, I'll be right back."

As he left to meet with his daughter, Amelia held up a coffee cup with the Jumping Bean Bistro logo on it, which was just the initials done up in a fancy font. JBB.

"Got you the Cuban coffee you like so much, straight black," Amelia said as she handed it over.

"Thanks, you're a real lifesaver." her father seemed genuinely appreciative which made her smile.

"I'll be heading home, then. Got to catch that nature show before it goes off." Amelia's expression indicated that she wasn't really heading home like she claimed, as the next line indicated what she was really planning to do.

"Text me when you get home, so I know you got home safely," he responded, his expression resigned as he knew what she was up to now and she nodded.

With that, she turned and walked away sipping at her own cup of coffee.

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An hour later, a towering humanoid form based on the black ebony tree that originated from the Asian continent was seen emerging from the nearby nature parks and out into Brockton Bay.

Now, many would say that it was in poor taste for a white girl to don anything black-related, but Amelia had gone out of her way to make it perfectly clear that her Ebony persona, despite the name, was not that of a dark-skinned parahuman and thus it wasn't blackface.

The Ebony trees of the Asian continent actually had an ashy gray bark on the outside, and so Ebony appeared to be a Caucasian woman that had gray hard bark-like skin, with black leaves and branches for hair. She occasionally sprouted purple flowers in her leaves, just like an actual Ebony tree did. However, that was where the hints of her womanhood ended because in this bio-suit she had massive trunk-like legs and arms, and a completely genderless-looking body that was completely covered in hardened bark.

It was her biological power armor, really, as it enabled her to be ten times stronger and faster than in her normal form. And there was some half-assed attempt at having black leaves as "clothes" for her monster form, just to satisfy the prudes out there who had complained when she had gone bare bark all over.

Again, there were no genitals showing and they still complained! Humans can be so weird at times.

With that, she stalked off into the night looking for any trouble she could stir up.

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A/N: stopping here, because:
1) it was getting too long, it was 11 pages worth on my word editor program!
2) my muse ran out of ideas on what she could do next.
 
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