Chapter 57: If I Get Any Smilies On This One I Swear To God
- Location
- usa
Shortly after I saw Tattletale off, Marquis approached me.
"Taylor I need help. Its about what Tattletale said."
"I'm still not having sex with your daughter."
"No, not that. Could we do this somewhere more private?" I nod and we go to my room. That might look bad, but most of the building is open floor plan.
"Okay, what is it?"
"Taylor. Do you have any idea how I can get closer to my daughter? I know its only been a week, but I can tell she absolutely hates spending any time with me." Oh.
"I wouldn't worry about it. She was only trying to screw with us after all."
"Taylor, that's kind of naive, I didn't expect that from you. That was a fairly powerful thinker there. Why would she waste effort lying when she could just spout off what her power was feeding her directly? I'd lay good odds that everything except that last bit about your Dad is at least based in truth."
"Oh? Why would Amy be attracted to me then?" He arches his eyebrow.
"Really?" I stare at him. 'Really' what? "Are we really having this conversation? I know beautiful girl with self confidence issues is a stereotype for a reason, but come on."
"Me beautiful? Please, I'm just plain."
Thanks power. Kindly fuck off now.
"Taylor you are anything but plain. You have legs for days, gorgeous hair, the body of an Amazon, and are a domineering badass. You could make a decent living as a dominatrix, and if I was twenty years younger you would be fair game for me." I sputter.
"Then- then why did you sign off on me and your daughter when you thought I was gay? I thought it was like a contractual obligation for fathers to stop their daughters from having sex." He chuckles.
"You mean aside from the Sysphean task of preventing teenagers from having sex? Taylor, I might not look it, but I'm getting to be an old man now. I want grandkids."
"...You do realize I'm a girl right?"
"And Amy's power is more than just healing, she's a full on biokinetic! Why if she wanted to she-"
"For the love of God stop talking!! This is not the conversation I was promised!"
"Very well. I believe we've gotten off topic anyway. How would you suggest I bridge the gap between my daughter and myself?" I think.
"Her main problem with you is how you went to the Birdcage for most of her life, right?" He nods. "Well just being there for her should thaw her out eventually."
"Okay."
"Oh, and stop trying to turn everything into a lesson."
"But-Taylor, you don't know what you're asking of me! When Amelia came into my life she was the brightest thing in it! Then the Brockton Brigade smashed into my home and nearly killed her! I managed to extract a promise from those treacherous bitches that they would take care of my daughter while I was in prison, but when I got out I found out they turned my smiling jewel into a jaded and cynical chainsmoking wreck! I can't bear to see her reduced anymore! These are the lessons I learned in suffering and the blood of my friends. I just can't stand the thought of her learning all of this the same way I did."
"Okay, I feel for you, I really do, but that's not how she sees it. She sees her supervillain Dad trying to turn her into a pliable copy of him. You need to back off." He slumps in his chair.
"Taylor, the world won't wait around for her to get over herself. Without a little bit of moral flexibility she will shatter at the slightest challenge to her worldview. This world will destroy her." I think back to the last few years of my life.
"You are absolutely right. That doesn't change the fact that she needs more time. In the meantime it falls to us to protect her."
"We won't be able to."
"It will matter to her if you try." The room settles into an uneasy silence for a few moments.
"What makes you so sure Dad doesn't blame me for Mom's death?"
"You saw him punch that bitch in the face, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Well there you go. And even in the worst case that he does blame you, that wouldn't stop him from loving you. I myself hated my Dad, and I mourned him all the same when he finally kicked the bucket. People are allowed to be complicated Taylor." A few more moments pass.
"You should probably leave before people think we're screwing. It would make quite the scandal."
"Ha! It sure would. See you later." He gets up to leave. I see him out the door. As he's leaving I see Aisha outside the door. As I look at her as she pantomimes zipping her mouth shut, locking it up, and fastballing the key out the window.
"OSHA videos." I growl at her. She sprints away.
A bit later when I'm getting ready to go to bed, there's a light knock on my door. I open it to reveal a shy looking Canary.
"I uh, I got some bad news from my record label." I sigh. Of course she did.
"Come on in." She does so and sits down uncertainly. "What's the word?"
"They don't want me back. They say I'm a liability."
"You have a lawyer?"
"Provided by my label. He's not picking up my calls." Corporate fuckery at it's finest I see.
"We'll talk to Dad in the morning. Hopefully we can work something out." I shoo her out of the room. Sherrel isn't here yet. She keeps odd hours sometimes.
I'll have to talk with her about why she wanted to room with me.
AN: Nobody would choose the build that has grown out of this story.
Her Majesty's Majesty (Fate/Legends - Empire of Antiquity) (100CP)
They say that every hero of these times was a marvel to look upon. The statues that remain from these years in modern times would seem to give that impression and should you eventually have one made of you, it won't fall short. Whether it's being beautiful or handsome, you stand out like a shining jewel even among heroes. Many can't help but gasp once they see your visage and it'll smooth out plenty of problems for you, not the least is finding a suitable partner. Your beauty will also affect the things that you make and rule over, even something as large as Rome itself, but this effect slowly takes hold over time. While a sword you wield may slowly become more ornate and fine over days of use, an empire might need years to be fully affected, but it and all it's people will be shining by the end. You can have this stop at a certain level if you like, whether that's to keep some parts of your empire ugly or just to stop everyone from maybe becoming self-obsessed snobs that never stop looking in mirrors.
"Taylor I need help. Its about what Tattletale said."
"I'm still not having sex with your daughter."
"No, not that. Could we do this somewhere more private?" I nod and we go to my room. That might look bad, but most of the building is open floor plan.
"Okay, what is it?"
"Taylor. Do you have any idea how I can get closer to my daughter? I know its only been a week, but I can tell she absolutely hates spending any time with me." Oh.
"I wouldn't worry about it. She was only trying to screw with us after all."
"Taylor, that's kind of naive, I didn't expect that from you. That was a fairly powerful thinker there. Why would she waste effort lying when she could just spout off what her power was feeding her directly? I'd lay good odds that everything except that last bit about your Dad is at least based in truth."
"Oh? Why would Amy be attracted to me then?" He arches his eyebrow.
"Really?" I stare at him. 'Really' what? "Are we really having this conversation? I know beautiful girl with self confidence issues is a stereotype for a reason, but come on."
"Me beautiful? Please, I'm just plain."
You Are Majestic
Thanks power. Kindly fuck off now.
"Taylor you are anything but plain. You have legs for days, gorgeous hair, the body of an Amazon, and are a domineering badass. You could make a decent living as a dominatrix, and if I was twenty years younger you would be fair game for me." I sputter.
"Then- then why did you sign off on me and your daughter when you thought I was gay? I thought it was like a contractual obligation for fathers to stop their daughters from having sex." He chuckles.
"You mean aside from the Sysphean task of preventing teenagers from having sex? Taylor, I might not look it, but I'm getting to be an old man now. I want grandkids."
"...You do realize I'm a girl right?"
"And Amy's power is more than just healing, she's a full on biokinetic! Why if she wanted to she-"
"For the love of God stop talking!! This is not the conversation I was promised!"
"Very well. I believe we've gotten off topic anyway. How would you suggest I bridge the gap between my daughter and myself?" I think.
"Her main problem with you is how you went to the Birdcage for most of her life, right?" He nods. "Well just being there for her should thaw her out eventually."
"Okay."
"Oh, and stop trying to turn everything into a lesson."
"But-Taylor, you don't know what you're asking of me! When Amelia came into my life she was the brightest thing in it! Then the Brockton Brigade smashed into my home and nearly killed her! I managed to extract a promise from those treacherous bitches that they would take care of my daughter while I was in prison, but when I got out I found out they turned my smiling jewel into a jaded and cynical chainsmoking wreck! I can't bear to see her reduced anymore! These are the lessons I learned in suffering and the blood of my friends. I just can't stand the thought of her learning all of this the same way I did."
"Okay, I feel for you, I really do, but that's not how she sees it. She sees her supervillain Dad trying to turn her into a pliable copy of him. You need to back off." He slumps in his chair.
"Taylor, the world won't wait around for her to get over herself. Without a little bit of moral flexibility she will shatter at the slightest challenge to her worldview. This world will destroy her." I think back to the last few years of my life.
"You are absolutely right. That doesn't change the fact that she needs more time. In the meantime it falls to us to protect her."
"We won't be able to."
"It will matter to her if you try." The room settles into an uneasy silence for a few moments.
"What makes you so sure Dad doesn't blame me for Mom's death?"
"You saw him punch that bitch in the face, right?"
"Yeah?"
"Well there you go. And even in the worst case that he does blame you, that wouldn't stop him from loving you. I myself hated my Dad, and I mourned him all the same when he finally kicked the bucket. People are allowed to be complicated Taylor." A few more moments pass.
"You should probably leave before people think we're screwing. It would make quite the scandal."
"Ha! It sure would. See you later." He gets up to leave. I see him out the door. As he's leaving I see Aisha outside the door. As I look at her as she pantomimes zipping her mouth shut, locking it up, and fastballing the key out the window.
"OSHA videos." I growl at her. She sprints away.
A bit later when I'm getting ready to go to bed, there's a light knock on my door. I open it to reveal a shy looking Canary.
"I uh, I got some bad news from my record label." I sigh. Of course she did.
"Come on in." She does so and sits down uncertainly. "What's the word?"
"They don't want me back. They say I'm a liability."
"You have a lawyer?"
"Provided by my label. He's not picking up my calls." Corporate fuckery at it's finest I see.
"We'll talk to Dad in the morning. Hopefully we can work something out." I shoo her out of the room. Sherrel isn't here yet. She keeps odd hours sometimes.
I'll have to talk with her about why she wanted to room with me.
AN: Nobody would choose the build that has grown out of this story.
Her Majesty's Majesty (Fate/Legends - Empire of Antiquity) (100CP)
They say that every hero of these times was a marvel to look upon. The statues that remain from these years in modern times would seem to give that impression and should you eventually have one made of you, it won't fall short. Whether it's being beautiful or handsome, you stand out like a shining jewel even among heroes. Many can't help but gasp once they see your visage and it'll smooth out plenty of problems for you, not the least is finding a suitable partner. Your beauty will also affect the things that you make and rule over, even something as large as Rome itself, but this effect slowly takes hold over time. While a sword you wield may slowly become more ornate and fine over days of use, an empire might need years to be fully affected, but it and all it's people will be shining by the end. You can have this stop at a certain level if you like, whether that's to keep some parts of your empire ugly or just to stop everyone from maybe becoming self-obsessed snobs that never stop looking in mirrors.
Last edited:
