She does not. She also, notably, hasn't joined the Nine in this timeline, seeing as how they're down in the Southwestern United States and all.
Sir_Travelsalot
Never wakes up tired.
- Location
- At Home
Pretty sure that happened after she joined S9, which hasn't occurred in this timeline. She might already have an outstanding Birdcage sentence, though.
Leechblade
Orientation Nitpicking
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Damn....
I hate that bitch. Also I'm assuming she's already mind whammied the Undersiders and that Taylor's her next target, which means a Bad End looks more and more likely.
And seriously! Why do people keep writing lesbian Taylor?!
I hate that bitch. Also I'm assuming she's already mind whammied the Undersiders and that Taylor's her next target, which means a Bad End looks more and more likely.
And seriously! Why do people keep writing lesbian Taylor?!
Farseer Sen'Zabl
Accolyte of 'Common Sense'
- Location
- Dome of Crystal Seers, Ulthwe
Because most of the interesting characters in this story so far are female?
That said, Cherish is somewhat of an emotional manipulator in both her nature and her powers; If she wants you attracted to her it simply doesn't matter if you're male, female, straight, gay, or asexual. Unless you can resist her power, she'll have you dancing for her in the pale moonlight soon enough.
Leechblade
Orientation Nitpicking
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Then hopefully we can resist the bitch.
Taylor getting heartbreakered ain't fun!
Sir_Travelsalot
Never wakes up tired.
- Location
- At Home
Because Worm has a far greater number of memorable female characters than male, so they end up the ones being shipped and most stories have Taylor as the protagonist, so they end up overwriting her as a lesbian so that they can commence with their ship in story.
This is my take on why it happens in the vast majority of Worm fics. I'm not saying anything about this one, since both cases so far in quest involve characters with emotion manipulating powers.
Spector29
It Only Gets Worse From Here
That's a weirdly hostile reaction, but
this is probably broadly correct. In this case, we also are being inhabited with a Sith who may or may not have had a relationship with a woman, which could be throwing things off as well.
If it comes down to a vote, I'd vote bi because Sith thrive on passion, so it would be tactically advantageous to have as many sources of passion open as possible.
Leechblade
Orientation Nitpicking
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
I apologize if I come off as a homophobe.
That's not the case, it's just that I've always found the "Lesbians are hot" trope offensive and demeaning. And when you read the hundredth fic that fails to respect a character's orientation and instead mines aa same-sex relationship for fanservice...
It grinds my gears.
Sir_Travelsalot
Never wakes up tired.
- Location
- At Home
Yeah, I figured that's what that was. Tone came across more as frustrated than any sort of hateful vitriol.
Spector29
It Only Gets Worse From Here
Seconded. Didn't intend to accuse you of anything, friend, I'm just used to that criticism of Worm fics being delivered differently.
Leechblade
Orientation Nitpicking
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
It's no problem. PM me if you'd like to hear my take on keeping Taylor's orientation Canon and her love-life satisfying.
Acolyte 2.1b
A fist flew towards my face and I twisted my body, bringing my arms up to guard against it. I returned with a quick jab, but my opponent danced away, letting my punch fly past them. I followed up with another punch, aiming for their gut this time, only for them to dodge again. Only this time, I overextended and they grabbed hold of my wrist, pulling me along through the angle of the punch. I had all of a second to see the floor rushing towards me and then the breath was driven from my lungs.
I spent a moment blinking the stars from my eyes. I'd been faster than her. I had the advantage of knowing her punches were coming before she even threw them. And yet, I'd still lost.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Just my pride is hurt." I grinned and took Rune's hand, letting her help me to my feet. We'd wound up meeting in some abandoned warehouse off of the docks. Rune had been the one to propose we spar -- apparently someone had taken a video of our fight with the ABB and posted it online, and she wanted to see how trained I was. The answer obviously, was not very. "I thought you were supposed to be a long-range fighter."
Rune shrugged, but I should see the hints of a smile playing about her mouth. "Hookwolf was pretty insistent that I know how to defend myself even without my powers available. Just in case."
Hookwolf. The man had the power to change his body into an ever-shifting mass of blades and was well-known for his propensity to use it violently. Most people who fought him came away with severe, if not lethal injuries. It was rumored online that he had a Birdcage sentence waiting for him if the Protectorate ever managed to catch him.
I was learning indirectly from one of the worst criminals in Brockton Bay. I tried to hide my grimace, but from how Rune's face dropped, I'm pretty sure she caught it. I sighed and wandered over to where I'd left my bag and dug out a water bottle. "So I hope you don't mind my asking, but… I heard Victor's take on the Empire the other day, but I was curious what yours was."
Rune frowned and looked away. "Does it matter? It won't affect anything."
"It matters."
"It sucks." That caught me by surprise. "It's filled with disgusting hypocrites who go out and beat up people weaker than themselves to feel better about how shitty their life is. It's still better than the ABB or the Merchants though."
"How do you figure?"
"The Merchants are a bunch of drugged out losers, which would be fine if they kept it to themselves. They don't though. Anywhere they go, they force their trash on other people. On good people. The ABB is worse. They might as well be animals walking around in human skin."
I took a slow sip of my water, reaching out to try and examine Rune's feelings. She was being genuine, I'm pretty sure. The anger, the indignation wasn't faked. And it figures, even if the E88 had shown some of their darker dealings to her, she was still new. They'd want to keep her thinking well of them and hating the other gangs until she was too deep in the organization for it to matter.
It was also closer to the same arguments that Victor had used than I'd like. A common line for the E88, I guess. It didn't help that it was true, by and large, even if it served primarily to dehumanize the other gangs. The best propaganda always had at least a shred of truth in it.
"Why not join the Wards then?"
Rune snorted in contempt. "Because the Wards are useless? They go on just enough patrols through Downtown to make all the soccer moms feel good and are benched the rest of the time. At least this way, I have backup when I decide to take the fight to the fucking chinks. Besides, my Uncle's in the E88. Victor and Othala are my cousins. They knew who I was the moment I triggered." She sat down on a piece of rubble. "Like I said, it doesn't matter what I think. It won't actually affect anything."
"You think the Empire would come after you if you tried to quit?"
"Maybe. They're not big on 'traitors to the cause.' Even if they didn't though, it'd still mean fighting my family."
I leaned back, frowning slightly as I turned her situation about in my head. If I found out tomorrow that Dad was actually some big name villain in the Bay, would I still do the right thing and fight against him? Would I try to see my Dad arrested?
I wanted to say yes, that I would hold to my moral conviction over family ties, but I wasn't sure that was the truth.
"So why hang out with me then? It's not like I plan to hold back if I see people in the Empire out committing crimes."
Rune hesitated a moment before answering. "You're an independent with no major strikes against Empire holdings. I can pretend that I'm just trying to recruit you."
I raised an eyebrow. "How long is something like that going to hold up?"
"Dunno. Depends how much they want you or how much trouble you make for them, I guess." Rune scrubbed a hand through her hair. "But… you nearly died trying to save my life when you didn't have to. The least I can do is try to keep you alive until you find some actual teammates."
I frowned and glanced down, not voicing my guilt that she'd only come so close to dying herself because I had hesitated to step in at all. "Alright. I'd prefer if you could leave the Empire and join up with me full time, but I guess I'll work with what you're willing to give me. That said, I'm already going to have problems with people thinking I'm an Empire sympathizer if I run around with you, so let's try to reduce that as much as possible."
Rune tilted her head curiously. "What did you have in mind?"
"A new costume and name, for one thing. People will still probably figure out it's you from your powers, but if we can build you another identity, we can at least try to maintain a polite fiction that you're someone different. It'd help if you also used your power in different ways than you typically rely on in your Rune persona."
"Uh, pretty much all I've got is telekinesis. I don't think there's changing that."
"Sure. But most of the videos on you that PHO has show you lifting larger objects. Cars, dumpsters, chunks of concrete, that sort of thing, right?" She nodded and I reached into my bag to pull out a baseball. "So we focus on smaller stuff. Baseballs, ball bearings, that sort of thing. Trade off weight and power for precision."
I tossed the baseball, only to stop it in midair and instead sent it flying in a circle and then a figure eight. Rune stared up at it, her curiosity brushing along the edge of my mind. "I'd forgotten you were a telekinetic too. It's not really all that obvious from how you fought when you rescued me."
I shrugged. "I can't throw big chunks of concrete like you can. I've mostly been using it to trip people."
"Getting to ignore the Manton Limit is impressive enough on it's own." She rolled her eyes before reaching up to slap the baseball out of the air. "I guess I'll talk to E-- to Othala and see if she had any ideas for a new costume."
"Sure. In the meantime, I'm up for another round of sparring if you are."
Rune shrugged before grinning at me. "Why not? I could use the practice, and you must enjoy getting thrashed."
I laughed in response. "Please, I'm going to make you eat dirt before we're done."
In the end, we'd had another four matches and Rune had won all of them.
I tried not to groan as I walked along the street, returned to my usual hoodie and jeans. My whole body felt sore. I'd found that Rune didn't really hold back much, and had a competitive streak a mile wide. Once we'd gotten into things, she'd started using a number of kicks, throws, and gut punches to bring me down.
I suppose it made sense when I took into account who trained her.
I sighed and double checked the address I'd been given. This was the place. I stepped inside and headed up the stairwell towards the third floor. I strode past rows of apartment doors and fought back a yawn, instead forcing a smile on my face. I was meeting a prospective employer -- even if I was tired and sore, I had to at least act a bit more put together.
Right. I could do this. It was just babysitting. How hard could it be?
I knocked on the door. About a minute later, a tall black guy answered. He was well-built, clearly worked out, and had a strong jaw that left him looking rather handsome. A week ago I might have pegged him as being my type and moved on. Now, I suddenly wasn't sure what my type was, as I found myself comparing him to Cherie and not finding the same sort of burning attraction churning in my gut that I'd had during my short conversation with her.
Ugh. I could think about that later. "Hi. I'm Taylor. You messaged me about needing a babysitter?"
He smiled and extended his hand. "Brian. Thanks for coming by on such short notice. I was supposed to watch over my sister tonight, but I got a last minute message from my boss asking me to come in to work."
"No problem, really," I said, following him inside. It was a pretty nice place for a guy as young as Brian was. "Is there anything I need to know?"
"I've got a list of emergency contacts written down on the kitchen table. Otherwise, Aisha's old enough to look after herself, for the most part. I just want someone else here that can call if anything goes wrong."
"What he means, is he wants evidence that he didn't just leave me by myself if a social worker asks." A girl's head suddenly popped up from behind the couch and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"I just want to make sure you're safe."
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. Go and have fun at your job, Bro."
Aisha waved Brian off and I took a moment to study her. She was beautiful in much the same way her brother was handsome, and though I could tell she was younger than me, she also was clearly the type to mature early. Unfortunately, that didn't lend itself to good decisions, as her clothes, which I could only charitably describe as 'trashy,' attested. Dressed in a tube top with denim shorts and fishnet stockings of all things, she looked like a parody of what a kid thought people wore to clubs. Not that I'd ever been to a club myself.
"Right, well I've got to get going." Brian's voice shook me out of my reflection. "Try to keep her out of trouble, if you can."
"Yeah, I'll see what I can do." I smiled my assent and watched Brian hug his sister before heading out the door. I waited for the door to click behind him, before turning back to Aisha. "So, was there anything you wanted to do tonight?"
"Meh." Aisha flopped back down onto the couch and out of view. "Stick a movie in, I guess."
"Sure. Do you know where Brian keeps his movies?"
Aisha pushed herself back up and looked at me. I looked back at her. After a long moment she said, "Shit."
My smile turned crooked.
Aisha and I spent the next twenty minutes seeing what we could find, only to come up with nothing. After that, I checked Brian's fridge to see about making dinner for Aisha only to discover that, while not bare, it had most definitely been filled by a teenage boy. I eyed the stacks of frozen pizza, Aisha's head poking over my shoulder, before slowly shutting the freezer.
"Well… it's a better option than the ramen we found in the pantry at least," Aisha offered.
"Don't remind me."
The other options seemed to consist of peanut butter and jelly, protein shake, and cereal. The culinarian in my soul slowly withered and died. In the end, we went with the pizza and spent the next hour playing card games with a pack we'd found. Aisha looked as glad as I was when Brian finally came back home.
I was thirty bucks richer, which wasn't bad for an hour and a half of work, but the whole experience just left me feeling drained.
It is the week of March the 7th. It is currently Spring Break.
Rune needs a new identity. Please suggest names and costumes for her to use.
[][Name] (Write-In)
[][Costume] (Write-In)
Note, that this isn't a vote, I'll be choosing whatever option I like most for this one. So please feel free to write in whatever ideas appeal most to you, and don't worry about garnering popular opinion.
I spent a moment blinking the stars from my eyes. I'd been faster than her. I had the advantage of knowing her punches were coming before she even threw them. And yet, I'd still lost.
"You okay?"
"Yeah. Just my pride is hurt." I grinned and took Rune's hand, letting her help me to my feet. We'd wound up meeting in some abandoned warehouse off of the docks. Rune had been the one to propose we spar -- apparently someone had taken a video of our fight with the ABB and posted it online, and she wanted to see how trained I was. The answer obviously, was not very. "I thought you were supposed to be a long-range fighter."
Rune shrugged, but I should see the hints of a smile playing about her mouth. "Hookwolf was pretty insistent that I know how to defend myself even without my powers available. Just in case."
Hookwolf. The man had the power to change his body into an ever-shifting mass of blades and was well-known for his propensity to use it violently. Most people who fought him came away with severe, if not lethal injuries. It was rumored online that he had a Birdcage sentence waiting for him if the Protectorate ever managed to catch him.
I was learning indirectly from one of the worst criminals in Brockton Bay. I tried to hide my grimace, but from how Rune's face dropped, I'm pretty sure she caught it. I sighed and wandered over to where I'd left my bag and dug out a water bottle. "So I hope you don't mind my asking, but… I heard Victor's take on the Empire the other day, but I was curious what yours was."
Rune frowned and looked away. "Does it matter? It won't affect anything."
"It matters."
"It sucks." That caught me by surprise. "It's filled with disgusting hypocrites who go out and beat up people weaker than themselves to feel better about how shitty their life is. It's still better than the ABB or the Merchants though."
"How do you figure?"
"The Merchants are a bunch of drugged out losers, which would be fine if they kept it to themselves. They don't though. Anywhere they go, they force their trash on other people. On good people. The ABB is worse. They might as well be animals walking around in human skin."
I took a slow sip of my water, reaching out to try and examine Rune's feelings. She was being genuine, I'm pretty sure. The anger, the indignation wasn't faked. And it figures, even if the E88 had shown some of their darker dealings to her, she was still new. They'd want to keep her thinking well of them and hating the other gangs until she was too deep in the organization for it to matter.
It was also closer to the same arguments that Victor had used than I'd like. A common line for the E88, I guess. It didn't help that it was true, by and large, even if it served primarily to dehumanize the other gangs. The best propaganda always had at least a shred of truth in it.
"Why not join the Wards then?"
Rune snorted in contempt. "Because the Wards are useless? They go on just enough patrols through Downtown to make all the soccer moms feel good and are benched the rest of the time. At least this way, I have backup when I decide to take the fight to the fucking chinks. Besides, my Uncle's in the E88. Victor and Othala are my cousins. They knew who I was the moment I triggered." She sat down on a piece of rubble. "Like I said, it doesn't matter what I think. It won't actually affect anything."
"You think the Empire would come after you if you tried to quit?"
"Maybe. They're not big on 'traitors to the cause.' Even if they didn't though, it'd still mean fighting my family."
I leaned back, frowning slightly as I turned her situation about in my head. If I found out tomorrow that Dad was actually some big name villain in the Bay, would I still do the right thing and fight against him? Would I try to see my Dad arrested?
I wanted to say yes, that I would hold to my moral conviction over family ties, but I wasn't sure that was the truth.
"So why hang out with me then? It's not like I plan to hold back if I see people in the Empire out committing crimes."
Rune hesitated a moment before answering. "You're an independent with no major strikes against Empire holdings. I can pretend that I'm just trying to recruit you."
I raised an eyebrow. "How long is something like that going to hold up?"
"Dunno. Depends how much they want you or how much trouble you make for them, I guess." Rune scrubbed a hand through her hair. "But… you nearly died trying to save my life when you didn't have to. The least I can do is try to keep you alive until you find some actual teammates."
I frowned and glanced down, not voicing my guilt that she'd only come so close to dying herself because I had hesitated to step in at all. "Alright. I'd prefer if you could leave the Empire and join up with me full time, but I guess I'll work with what you're willing to give me. That said, I'm already going to have problems with people thinking I'm an Empire sympathizer if I run around with you, so let's try to reduce that as much as possible."
Rune tilted her head curiously. "What did you have in mind?"
"A new costume and name, for one thing. People will still probably figure out it's you from your powers, but if we can build you another identity, we can at least try to maintain a polite fiction that you're someone different. It'd help if you also used your power in different ways than you typically rely on in your Rune persona."
"Uh, pretty much all I've got is telekinesis. I don't think there's changing that."
"Sure. But most of the videos on you that PHO has show you lifting larger objects. Cars, dumpsters, chunks of concrete, that sort of thing, right?" She nodded and I reached into my bag to pull out a baseball. "So we focus on smaller stuff. Baseballs, ball bearings, that sort of thing. Trade off weight and power for precision."
I tossed the baseball, only to stop it in midair and instead sent it flying in a circle and then a figure eight. Rune stared up at it, her curiosity brushing along the edge of my mind. "I'd forgotten you were a telekinetic too. It's not really all that obvious from how you fought when you rescued me."
I shrugged. "I can't throw big chunks of concrete like you can. I've mostly been using it to trip people."
"Getting to ignore the Manton Limit is impressive enough on it's own." She rolled her eyes before reaching up to slap the baseball out of the air. "I guess I'll talk to E-- to Othala and see if she had any ideas for a new costume."
"Sure. In the meantime, I'm up for another round of sparring if you are."
Rune shrugged before grinning at me. "Why not? I could use the practice, and you must enjoy getting thrashed."
I laughed in response. "Please, I'm going to make you eat dirt before we're done."
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In the end, we'd had another four matches and Rune had won all of them.
I tried not to groan as I walked along the street, returned to my usual hoodie and jeans. My whole body felt sore. I'd found that Rune didn't really hold back much, and had a competitive streak a mile wide. Once we'd gotten into things, she'd started using a number of kicks, throws, and gut punches to bring me down.
I suppose it made sense when I took into account who trained her.
I sighed and double checked the address I'd been given. This was the place. I stepped inside and headed up the stairwell towards the third floor. I strode past rows of apartment doors and fought back a yawn, instead forcing a smile on my face. I was meeting a prospective employer -- even if I was tired and sore, I had to at least act a bit more put together.
Right. I could do this. It was just babysitting. How hard could it be?
I knocked on the door. About a minute later, a tall black guy answered. He was well-built, clearly worked out, and had a strong jaw that left him looking rather handsome. A week ago I might have pegged him as being my type and moved on. Now, I suddenly wasn't sure what my type was, as I found myself comparing him to Cherie and not finding the same sort of burning attraction churning in my gut that I'd had during my short conversation with her.
Ugh. I could think about that later. "Hi. I'm Taylor. You messaged me about needing a babysitter?"
He smiled and extended his hand. "Brian. Thanks for coming by on such short notice. I was supposed to watch over my sister tonight, but I got a last minute message from my boss asking me to come in to work."
"No problem, really," I said, following him inside. It was a pretty nice place for a guy as young as Brian was. "Is there anything I need to know?"
"I've got a list of emergency contacts written down on the kitchen table. Otherwise, Aisha's old enough to look after herself, for the most part. I just want someone else here that can call if anything goes wrong."
"What he means, is he wants evidence that he didn't just leave me by myself if a social worker asks." A girl's head suddenly popped up from behind the couch and I nearly jumped out of my skin.
"I just want to make sure you're safe."
"Yeah, yeah. I get it. Go and have fun at your job, Bro."
Aisha waved Brian off and I took a moment to study her. She was beautiful in much the same way her brother was handsome, and though I could tell she was younger than me, she also was clearly the type to mature early. Unfortunately, that didn't lend itself to good decisions, as her clothes, which I could only charitably describe as 'trashy,' attested. Dressed in a tube top with denim shorts and fishnet stockings of all things, she looked like a parody of what a kid thought people wore to clubs. Not that I'd ever been to a club myself.
"Right, well I've got to get going." Brian's voice shook me out of my reflection. "Try to keep her out of trouble, if you can."
"Yeah, I'll see what I can do." I smiled my assent and watched Brian hug his sister before heading out the door. I waited for the door to click behind him, before turning back to Aisha. "So, was there anything you wanted to do tonight?"
"Meh." Aisha flopped back down onto the couch and out of view. "Stick a movie in, I guess."
"Sure. Do you know where Brian keeps his movies?"
Aisha pushed herself back up and looked at me. I looked back at her. After a long moment she said, "Shit."
My smile turned crooked.
Aisha and I spent the next twenty minutes seeing what we could find, only to come up with nothing. After that, I checked Brian's fridge to see about making dinner for Aisha only to discover that, while not bare, it had most definitely been filled by a teenage boy. I eyed the stacks of frozen pizza, Aisha's head poking over my shoulder, before slowly shutting the freezer.
"Well… it's a better option than the ramen we found in the pantry at least," Aisha offered.
"Don't remind me."
The other options seemed to consist of peanut butter and jelly, protein shake, and cereal. The culinarian in my soul slowly withered and died. In the end, we went with the pizza and spent the next hour playing card games with a pack we'd found. Aisha looked as glad as I was when Brian finally came back home.
I was thirty bucks richer, which wasn't bad for an hour and a half of work, but the whole experience just left me feeling drained.
It is the week of March the 7th. It is currently Spring Break.
Rune needs a new identity. Please suggest names and costumes for her to use.
[][Name] (Write-In)
[][Costume] (Write-In)
Note, that this isn't a vote, I'll be choosing whatever option I like most for this one. So please feel free to write in whatever ideas appeal most to you, and don't worry about garnering popular opinion.
Rune Conversation (DC12) = 8 (+2 Diplomacy, +2 Relationship); Success, if barely |
Babysitting = 3; Aisha
Babysitting = 3; Aisha
+2 to [Martial Training]
+1 to [Push]
+1 Expense
+1 to [Push]
+1 Expense
Hello again, everyone. Sorry for the somewhat shorter update this time. I had originally planned to include the Dallons' BBQ in this update, but I decided in the end to split it off onto its own. Next update will likely be shorter, but might be out faster.
As an aside, the dice really wanted you to meet the Undersiders this week, huh?
As an aside, the dice really wanted you to meet the Undersiders this week, huh?
Sir_Travelsalot
Never wakes up tired.
- Location
- At Home
[X][Name] (Peltast)
[X][Costume] (Beige padded vest styled in the image of Hoplite Armor over a maroon long coat, a modified Dauntless helmet for a mask and a piece of rebar or length of pipe to stand in as a javelin. Shield is optional.)
[X][Costume] (Beige padded vest styled in the image of Hoplite Armor over a maroon long coat, a modified Dauntless helmet for a mask and a piece of rebar or length of pipe to stand in as a javelin. Shield is optional.)
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Leechblade
Orientation Nitpicking
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
[X] [Name] Revan
[X] [Costume] Armor shaped telekinetically. Purple colored.
[X] [Costume] Armor shaped telekinetically. Purple colored.
Ave Anathema
Ave Imperator
- Location
- Jacksonville Illinois
[X][Name] (Peltast)
[X][Costume] (Beige padded vest styled in the image of Hoplite Armor over a maroon long coat, a modified Dauntless helmet for a mask and a piece of rebar or length of pipe to stand in as a javelin. Shield is optional.)
[X][Costume] (Beige padded vest styled in the image of Hoplite Armor over a maroon long coat, a modified Dauntless helmet for a mask and a piece of rebar or length of pipe to stand in as a javelin. Shield is optional.)
Sir_Travelsalot
Never wakes up tired.
- Location
- At Home
Appreciated, but Aldsan said this wasn't a vote.
- Location
- New York
- Pronouns
- He/Him
[][Name] Cestus
[][Costume] Romanesque semi-gladiator style.
My suggestion is she lean into her close combat training and use telekinesis to augment it. Get a couple of smaller metal shields that she can hover around herself, and a pair of armored gloves/dusters that she can use her powers on to hit above her weight class.
If Rune floats up high and throws big shit, then Cestus would get in close and use smaller, but heavy, items that she keeps close.
Posted this over on SB too, for anyone to comment.
[][Costume] Romanesque semi-gladiator style.
My suggestion is she lean into her close combat training and use telekinesis to augment it. Get a couple of smaller metal shields that she can hover around herself, and a pair of armored gloves/dusters that she can use her powers on to hit above her weight class.
If Rune floats up high and throws big shit, then Cestus would get in close and use smaller, but heavy, items that she keeps close.
Posted this over on SB too, for anyone to comment.
FictionPack
Monochromatic Ursine
- Location
- Tennessee
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Well there is the obvious
[X] Scribe
Or something similar
[X] Glyph
Not sure about an outfit, but I'll give it a shot.
[X] A form fitting outfit with gloves, predominantly faded yellow in an old fashioned or monk like style, with a coif and veil to hide her hair and face.
[X] Scribe
Or something similar
[X] Glyph
Not sure about an outfit, but I'll give it a shot.
[X] A form fitting outfit with gloves, predominantly faded yellow in an old fashioned or monk like style, with a coif and veil to hide her hair and face.
steamrick said:
As an aside, Aisha is 13 at this point in time, not 14, though I imagine that doesn't change that thrust of your argument. That said, I'll leave it up to readers to decide. I'd originally planned Aisha (along with a handful of others) as possible people to roll on the babysitting table to help make up for the poor money gain with potential connections. Personally, I agree, I don't think a babysitter is needed at 13; but a 17 year old trying to show he's responsible enough to take care of his little sister might still want to hire one, if only to show he's taking things seriously.
Anyways, here's a poll, please vote.
Should babysitting Aisha be dropped? - Online Poll - StrawPoll.com
What's your opinion? Vote now: Yes, it doesn't make sense., No, it's fine as is....
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Leechblade
Orientation Nitpicking
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
There's also the fact that I wouldn't leave someone that mischievous unattended if they were 21.
Hi folks.
What do you think if Taylor ask about donation online???? Like U&L do??? ANd she have pretty redhead sidekick. People over the internet like hot redhead chick a lot. Or Taylor can ask Vicky for a s small favor, photoshoot with her friend, new independent hero.
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"Hatred is power. This is an outright force, sweeping away everything in its path.
Just not in every battle the strongest celebrates victory. The meaning of the Dark Side is the ability to control a fire of hatred. Do not let it go out in adverse circumstances and quickly inflate at the right time. Blessed and cursed is one whose hatred burns with an unquenchable flame. But thrice blessed and cursed is one whose hatred wins! "
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"Only by losing everything, you can find true freedom!
Only having lost everything, you can get everything! When you have nothing, in your heart there is no place for anything but hatred!
And when hatred burns in the heart, there is no place in it for anything else!
Hatred conquers fear! "
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"Our strength lies in our hatred! She carries away the weak and doubters! She leads forward! "Find those who share with you the fierce fire of hatred, and you will have no equal!"
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"Hatred is loneliness. Hatred is a fire, a fire blazing in the eyes, a crazy volcano controlled by iron will. Hatred incinerates everything around, and it is impossible to break this law: hatred requires sacrifice. A fire does not live without firewood, a volcano dies without lava. The fire must burn, otherwise it will burn the vessel that fills. And there is no grace in being burnt by your own hatred. Kadaf bows to one whose fire is visible from afar and reflects on the stars.
He is strong.
He is great.
He is alone.
Hatred is loneliness. Even the one in whom the same fire burns, the one who can understand, the one who is the brother. Even he will not be with you - he will be there.
Hatred is loneliness. "
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"Hatred makes us not only free - it makes us immortal!
There is no death, there is only Hatred! "
What do you think if Taylor ask about donation online???? Like U&L do??? ANd she have pretty redhead sidekick. People over the internet like hot redhead chick a lot. Or Taylor can ask Vicky for a s small favor, photoshoot with her friend, new independent hero.
_______________________________________________________________
"Hatred is power. This is an outright force, sweeping away everything in its path.
Just not in every battle the strongest celebrates victory. The meaning of the Dark Side is the ability to control a fire of hatred. Do not let it go out in adverse circumstances and quickly inflate at the right time. Blessed and cursed is one whose hatred burns with an unquenchable flame. But thrice blessed and cursed is one whose hatred wins! "
________________________________________________________________
"Only by losing everything, you can find true freedom!
Only having lost everything, you can get everything! When you have nothing, in your heart there is no place for anything but hatred!
And when hatred burns in the heart, there is no place in it for anything else!
Hatred conquers fear! "
_______________________________________________________________
"Our strength lies in our hatred! She carries away the weak and doubters! She leads forward! "Find those who share with you the fierce fire of hatred, and you will have no equal!"
_______________________________________________________________
"Hatred is loneliness. Hatred is a fire, a fire blazing in the eyes, a crazy volcano controlled by iron will. Hatred incinerates everything around, and it is impossible to break this law: hatred requires sacrifice. A fire does not live without firewood, a volcano dies without lava. The fire must burn, otherwise it will burn the vessel that fills. And there is no grace in being burnt by your own hatred. Kadaf bows to one whose fire is visible from afar and reflects on the stars.
He is strong.
He is great.
He is alone.
Hatred is loneliness. Even the one in whom the same fire burns, the one who can understand, the one who is the brother. Even he will not be with you - he will be there.
Hatred is loneliness. "
_______________________________________________________________
"Hatred makes us not only free - it makes us immortal!
There is no death, there is only Hatred! "
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Okibruez
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My brother and I occasionally had one of our neighbors in to babysit when the rest of the family was going to be gone for the entire afternoon and evening, even when we were 13 or so.
Thing is, on longer outings young teens should still have someone there to keep them from anything too over the top. And Aisha... well. We all know Aisha will find a way to cause as much trouble as she needs to cause to not be bored.