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Our Shining Savior (Celestial Forge/Worm)
- Thread starter happynslappy
- Start date
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- USA
Got out on 48? You have it so they started on 58 and went to 52 in this line, then ended up on 54.
holyknight
Coronel Obvious
Not only that. The fact that a GESSELSCHAFT Master/Stranger, a formally classified Parahuman terrorist organisation was CAPTURED in the middle of a reunion of Medhall shareholders, one with the recording of a clear SEC fraud in the process....
Basically Kaiser, and anyone of the shareholders with links to the E88 it is fucked six ways to Sunday and without lube.
The PRT basically now has the full Master/Stranger protocols to imprison them by 72 hours at least and allowance for them to search Medhall installations, physical Documentation and digitally search on their systems with Dragon's aid.
Short to say... Without the law protecting Medhall from deeper searching, it will quickly become evident that the whole company was a lucrative and effective front for high end narcotic production and trafficking, added to being a front for cleaning Gesselschaft's dirty money and collaborate with illegal activities of said German group...
Taylor is basically in the primary position, after the PRT dismantles the illegal Narcotic production and multiple guns and drug stores under Medhall and associated businesses fronts, and after the SEC and the Infernal Revenue Service likely confiscate the greater part of the shares belonging still to E88 members, to buy these shares for a mint....
- Location
- RS,brasil
those shares aren't even goods anymore they are literally bads in the economic sense
people might pay you to take it away, imagine being a Jewish or black investor and discovering you have Nazi stocks, lots of people would sell these for whatever they can get without even considering getting money
plus, Taylor apparently is now the one forger ever written that has a company to sell its products
like think about it, of all other forgers, not a single one had a massive corporation to sell its products and inventions
assuming the company doesn't immediately get the corporate death penalty and get classified as a terrorist organization, which could honestly happen
and since the PRT pretty much refuses to prosecute Hebert with a 10-foot pole she is mostly immune to NAPEA-5 because like hell the PRT lawyers would give this the go ahead
Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
It's still breaking and entering, assault, and trespassing. Having been invited just means she can complain (after the fact) that she was kept out, but she can't take the law into her own hands and force herself in.
Of course she's right about the SEC.
As for how much the company is worth once the PRT discovers the E88 connection, there are probably people who sued Kaiser in court for committing crimes against them, won (especially if he didn't show up), and didn't get anything because he had hidden all his assets. Well, they know where his assets are now and piercing the corporate veil may be possible. Even if not, if any E88 member was sued and has shares, the court may be able to confiscate them and give them to the victims.
Of course she's right about the SEC.
As for how much the company is worth once the PRT discovers the E88 connection, there are probably people who sued Kaiser in court for committing crimes against them, won (especially if he didn't show up), and didn't get anything because he had hidden all his assets. Well, they know where his assets are now and piercing the corporate veil may be possible. Even if not, if any E88 member was sued and has shares, the court may be able to confiscate them and give them to the victims.
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De jure Taylor is commiting a crime despite being invited, but de facto she kicks a lot of Nazi ass.
Nah, Nice Guy had an "ignore me, I'm harmless even as I'm disemboweling your friends" field. Basically you can't see him as a threat, especially if he's in line of sight. Even when specifically warned against him and on guard, you would still have difficulty seeing him as a threat, only an innocent bystander.
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- usa
You realize Taylor already leaked most of the local nazi's identities already right? Their stock price is at rock bottom and it's how her and Tattletale was able to buy a controlling share.
As to not being able to take the law into her own hands literally every independent hero in the setting says otherwise.
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- Somewhere and Nowhere in a state of super-position
Yeah but that's if it sees the relative light of day of public, unmeddled courts.
Otherwise they can meddle so much with their resources that it can happen anyway - unless Taylor were to counterattack them financially.
This is the part that has me shaking my head, reminds me of Nolan's complete misunderstanding of stock exchanges and the DTCC in Dark Knight Rises.
As soon as Taylor and TT (working in concert so considered one entity) breach 5% ownership they'd need to file a 13D disclosing their benefitiaI ownership and intent to get controlling shares in the company. Undoubtedly Medhall would activate takeover defenses and poison pills, and likely being incorporated in Delaware the courts would be very favorable to their actions.
Then Taylor/TT would need to make a tender offer for the takeover since they intend to push 35% and no exemptions apply, which of course push the cost of the stock up VASTLY especially as other companies attempt to out bid them. Not to mention it would be a hostile attempt with no board approval so more takeover defense would be activated.
And even after all of this, which wouldn't work without getting a massive investment bank helping you with it for a year or more (and no amount of thinker power will help overcome the massive amount of manhours needed to do all of this), you'd still not be invited to a physical vote or meeting because it is all mail in/electronic while you listen to a conference call and the final tally is handled by the trustee.
And besides, there wouldn't be a surprise meeting that Taylor couldn't attend because shareholder votes have to be announced and filed with the SEC in proxy statement and proxy cards provided to all shareholders. And again it is over conference call posted publicly on their website and filed with the SEC for all to see. All this is handled by a third party trustee or bank so they couldn't really try and delay her to it if they wanted.
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- usa
Good to know. But Forge fics aren't really conducive to editing so...
Chapter 60: Bad Times At The El Medhall
- Location
- usa
So I'm looking up the SEC's number on this computer that got left open, and I see this guy's email is still logged in. I start browsing through that while I dial the phone. The Forge also tries to reach for something big, but falls very short.
"Michael Turner's office, who is this?"
"This is Taylor and we're on record."
"Oh God."
"I'm in the meeting room with a bunch of unconscious suits and what appears to be an unconscious Gesellschaft master. The PRT is treating this like a hostage situation."
"What have I done to deserve such a nightmare client? Was I Hitler in a past life?" I ignore his theatrics and continue explaining the situation.
"I'm gonna try to get us on a conference call with the SEC, so don't get mad or anything if I accidentally hang up on you, okay?" It took me a couple tries to manage, but I get it done. Had to enlist the secretary in the corner to make it happen, but I did it. Three seconds after the dial tone happens its answered. By an automated system. Joy. I wait for the option to report fraud, and wait for my next cue.
The email is informative at least. I found the part of this clusterfuck where they called the meeting. Apparently it was called Tuesday morning local time right after my news appearance when I still only had twenty five percent of the company. Seems they didn't check the facts more recently, because I got my majority share on Friday. Monday now. I forward it to my lawyer.
We're on hold right now. Hmmm.
"Hey lady, while we have some time, could you save your progress and email what you have so far to this guy?" She looks around nervously.
"Sure." The email pops up a minute later. I forward it to my lawyer and personal email. Not my union one though.
Oh! They answered!
"SEC fraud tip line, how may I help you?" Says a bored sounding attedant.
"Yes, my name is Taylor Hebert, and these chucklefucks on the board of directors here tried voting me out with my own stock."
"The company?"
"Medhall."
"That's enough Taylor, I'll take it from here. Hello, my name is Mr. Turner, and I'm Ms. Hebert's lawyer." And on he went describing the situation. He never admitted to any wrongdoing on my part and always framed my actions as always defending my rights or property. Lawyers are just tricky like that I guess. However the PRT and Protectorate weren't idle in all this. Or rather they were, but not in the timeline that got kept.
"We're going to need proof they're all alive Taylor. It's imperative we know the situation we're working with." Armsmaster seems stressed. My lawyer is dealing with the SEC handily so I felt it was safe to answer my phone.
"How did you get my number?" I ask suspiciously.
"I don't think that's important right now. And my question still stands."
"...They're asleep."
"All of them?"
"All of them except the noctis cape. You want pictures?"
"If you would." I hang up, snap the pictures, send them to him, and call him back.
"One of these men has his mouth sewn shut."
"Yeah, its to keep his power from activating. Not sure exactly how it works, but I haven't had any trouble from him since." And the timeline immediately ends. Kay then.
Next round of shenanigans starts with Armsmaster calling me and immediately ordering me around.
"We're going to need you to release the hostages if you want to own anything in this city by the end of the day." This isn't the real timeline so I'm feeling daring.
"I'm gonna have to have you take that up with my corporate lawyer. And the mayor." I hang up and the timeline ends.
The next attempt at tomfoolery comes ten minutes later with a red blur coming through the room and a bunch of containment foam poofing out seconds later. I also don't know which of the timelimes is real right now. Joy. Its designed not to suffocate but the containment foam is too complex to break down with the Philosopher's Stone directly. Well, let's up the oxygen up to thirty percent in the air pocket around me. That should speed up the decay from a snail's pace around me to twice that.
And now we play the waiting game.
Meanwhile
"Is there any reason we should be bringing in the PRT and WDGDG into this?"
"No there-"
"Actually there is." I interrupt. "I got this guy with a weird master power here that I would really like taken off my hands." Up until now I just emailed the details of this exchange to my lawyer. Using my own account of course. Must not have gotten to my wild speculation about foreign Nazi capes. "Also they called the PRT on me when I had to force my way in. Could you guys call them up and start yelling at them about jurisdiction or something?"
"...Hold on, I think this just left my pay grade." I'm put on hold.
"Dammit Taylor." From my lawyer.
Now I'm waiting here too.
In the other timeline I haven't gotten through much of the containment foam, but it's enough to make my handseals. I make a shadow clone and to my utter shock I can feel another viewpoint on top of my own. I can see about thirteen PRT troopers and Armsmaster with more containment foam ready to fire at me. I barely dodge a stream of the stuff and dash out the door. I hear swearing behind me.
As I run through the hallways I contemplate how I'm doing this. Before when I made these shadow clones I could roughly predict what they were going to do, and the scroll emphasized that they were basically me but a lesser copy. I haven't practiced this for over three weeks, ever since I was tricked into the Birdcage. I've just been practicing chakra control since then. Did that have an interaction? I wince as another PRT trooper comes into sight and almost tags me with more containment foam. That was close. I can't afford to give the game away now. Gotta concentrate on giving them a merry chase through the building. Shelving shower thoughts for later.
Fifteen minutes later I've managed to trick two troopers into foaming each other, dodged countless office drones, made Miss Militia extremely dizzy, driven Armsmaster to frustration, and finally gotten cornered by Velocity. He tried punching me and fell right through.
"Oh shit!" As he trips and skids down the hall a bit. I bite my lip and watch him slide. He rights himself and reaches for his ear.
"Guys dont bother, we've been chasing a hologram. Probably tinkertech." I smirk at him.
"Nah. Tinkertech's bullshit, but not that bullshit." I say to him as I break through the foam in the office. I got enough room to finally draw my sword while I was leading these guys on the chase. I dash out among the floundering of the three troopers still in the room. I sheathe my sword to make the handseals for more clones running all the while. Five shadow clones split off from me to confuse the troopers. They do their jobs admirably as they shoot through three of the clones marking them as fakes. Makes a nice opportunity to slice at the foam cannisters on their backs. I neatly cut off the hoses making them useless and spraying foam everywhere. They start panicking and trying to get the bulky systems off of themselves. I dash out of the room before I can get caught up in that again, then with a thought I dispell all but three of the clones with me. I was following and annoying Velocity with the other one. He was doing a nice job of backtracking back up to me. Let's put a wrench in that, shall we?
I send the three illusions ahead to scout for me. I find Miss Militia, Armsmaster, and a good number of the troopers waiting for me.
"Give it up Taylor. We have the entire floor on lock down." Says Armsmaster. "You won't get past us." As he lowers his halberd. Everybody else behind him readies their weapons too.
"Oh won't I?" I say with one clone. "Guess I'll just have to foam all of you then." With another. And with that the fight is on. I do my best to stall them horribly of course. Ducking and weaving and running on walls and ceilings to dodge their attacks. Whenever they eliminated two of my clones as fakes I had them pull back to break their line of sight so they had to start all over again. Miss Militia herself even got stuck in the foam in the middle of it all! They were much better coordinated this time though. Kept bringing more troopers in as they got stuck on foam in the hallways. Only lasted three minutes and five retreats before Velocity arrived to tag them all under a second.
"Theyre all holograms!" He yells out. "Where's the real one?!" I wave goodbye tauntingly as I allow them all to fade out.
Three minutes earlier.
Well I found the heroes. I had to duck into a side office so they wouldn't find me and I'm currently leading them off with my shadow clones. I'm also currently reslotting my damage rune from my sword to a dagger I made earlier because the sword is simultaneously way too deadly and way too unwieldy against heroes wielding containment foam. After I get that done I start cutting out the window so it will fall inwards. Can't just disintegrate it with the Philosopher's Stone. Apparently this isn't actually glass, but some sort of stupid complex hydrocarbon chain? So inconvenient. I pull out my phone and call my lawyer.
"Taylor! Im so glad to hear from you. What the hell happened in there?!"
"The PRT and Protectorate foamed me. I got out. Listen, do you have those SEC guys on the other line still?"
"Yeah?"
"I need you to get them yelling at the PRT about jurisdiction if you can. That would probably be a massive help to me."
*PHOOMPH*
The window popped off.
"What the hell was that?"
"Dont worry about it. Look, I need you working on that pissing match right now. Can you do it?"
"Well, sure, but-"
"Good man." I hang up.
Now comes the part where I don't look down. Oh boy do I hate doing real stupid shit like this, but apparently Armsmaster has the floor sealed off and I'm not willing to risk getting caught in the foam again. I probably wouldn't be able to escape this time. Of course now is the time The Forge decides is perfect to drop a new power into my head. Costs two bips, empties my power resevoir, and integrates so seamlessly with some of my other powers I don't even get a description.
Well at least that didn't happen when I was hanging off the building. What a disaster that would've been. Speaking of I stick my hand out and stick it to the glass. The first thing I notice is how windy it is. Gusting pretty heavily up here, but nothing that could rip me off. In fact with how tightly I'm stuck on I'd be surprised if anything short of ripping off all my attached skin could get me off. I give that hand a couple experimental tugs from inside to make sure it can hold my weight and off a wall crawling I go. Living my best spider man impression from the Aleph comics.
After I manage to get two floors down I'm about three fourths empty of chakra and the fight has progressed down four hallways in the building. Feeling the pressure I draw my knife again to cut open a hole in this window. Luckily there are no office drones in sight. They must have begun evacuating the building. I angle my cuts so it will fall inwards again. Halfway through that the fight up top ends and the adrenalin starts pounding in my ears on top of the gusting wind. I'm on a time limit now. Only a matter of time before they find my escape hole and start sealing off my exits. I finish my hole quickly and position myself to swing in. Just as I'm swinging in I see Velocity in his red jumpsuit looking down at me.
Well crap.
In the offices here I start moving quickly towards the elevators. Might not be able to use them, but I could hide out on top of one or in the shaft if I can get the doors open.
I'm interrupted in my search by a red blur going through the same hallway I'm in. Without hesitation I run as fast as I can out of there. My course of action is proven correct as the hallway explodes with containment foam behind me. What a mess. I see Velocity staring at me over the hardening foam. Stupid containment foam grenades.
"Why are you doing this Taylor? You were just acquitted!"
"I am the majority shareholder of Medhall Velocity. I have every right to attend a shareholder meeting. You should be arresting everybody else except for Marquis and Panacea in that room."
"We still have to bring you in to sort everything out!" I see the foam is almost hard. I draw my knife.
"Yeah... You're gonna have to excuse me for having zero faith in that." He narrows his eyes.
"Very well then." He blurs through the hallway. I slash at his waist and run forward. Did I get it?
*POOMF*
I look back to see Velocity tripped and stuck in a rapidly expanding mass of foam, just past some more detonated foam. Heh.
"See you later." As i run off. I nix my plan to use the elevator shaft to hide out. I don't have the strength to get the door open, and it would be super obvious where I went once they saw the wrenched open door. No, I think I'll use literally anywhere else in this massive and evacuated skyscraper to dodge my pursuers.
Twenty minutes later that timeline ended and I'm back in a conference call with my lawyer, some dude in the SEC and Regional Director Calvert.
AN: So that shadow clone hivemind would've normally showed up when she got solid clones and QA could've connected to them, but 'I waited 15 minutes and then I cut myself out of confoam' is boring to both write and read.
Also it wasn't a cold, it was Covid.
Whittling Away the Time (Golden Sky Stories) (200CP)
Time seems to fly whenever you're having fun doesn't it? One moment it seems like you just started, and the next it's already over. To be honest, it seems that the older you get – or rather, the more experienced you get – the quicker everything seems to move along.
For a brief period of time, you can accelerate any actions you are performing, whether it is casting a spell, or just reading a book. This extends to even group activities as well, affecting all of your allies involved.
"Michael Turner's office, who is this?"
"This is Taylor and we're on record."
"Oh God."
"I'm in the meeting room with a bunch of unconscious suits and what appears to be an unconscious Gesellschaft master. The PRT is treating this like a hostage situation."
"What have I done to deserve such a nightmare client? Was I Hitler in a past life?" I ignore his theatrics and continue explaining the situation.
"I'm gonna try to get us on a conference call with the SEC, so don't get mad or anything if I accidentally hang up on you, okay?" It took me a couple tries to manage, but I get it done. Had to enlist the secretary in the corner to make it happen, but I did it. Three seconds after the dial tone happens its answered. By an automated system. Joy. I wait for the option to report fraud, and wait for my next cue.
The email is informative at least. I found the part of this clusterfuck where they called the meeting. Apparently it was called Tuesday morning local time right after my news appearance when I still only had twenty five percent of the company. Seems they didn't check the facts more recently, because I got my majority share on Friday. Monday now. I forward it to my lawyer.
We're on hold right now. Hmmm.
"Hey lady, while we have some time, could you save your progress and email what you have so far to this guy?" She looks around nervously.
"Sure." The email pops up a minute later. I forward it to my lawyer and personal email. Not my union one though.
Oh! They answered!
"SEC fraud tip line, how may I help you?" Says a bored sounding attedant.
"Yes, my name is Taylor Hebert, and these chucklefucks on the board of directors here tried voting me out with my own stock."
"The company?"
"Medhall."
"That's enough Taylor, I'll take it from here. Hello, my name is Mr. Turner, and I'm Ms. Hebert's lawyer." And on he went describing the situation. He never admitted to any wrongdoing on my part and always framed my actions as always defending my rights or property. Lawyers are just tricky like that I guess. However the PRT and Protectorate weren't idle in all this. Or rather they were, but not in the timeline that got kept.
"We're going to need proof they're all alive Taylor. It's imperative we know the situation we're working with." Armsmaster seems stressed. My lawyer is dealing with the SEC handily so I felt it was safe to answer my phone.
"How did you get my number?" I ask suspiciously.
"I don't think that's important right now. And my question still stands."
"...They're asleep."
"All of them?"
"All of them except the noctis cape. You want pictures?"
"If you would." I hang up, snap the pictures, send them to him, and call him back.
"One of these men has his mouth sewn shut."
"Yeah, its to keep his power from activating. Not sure exactly how it works, but I haven't had any trouble from him since." And the timeline immediately ends. Kay then.
Next round of shenanigans starts with Armsmaster calling me and immediately ordering me around.
"We're going to need you to release the hostages if you want to own anything in this city by the end of the day." This isn't the real timeline so I'm feeling daring.
"I'm gonna have to have you take that up with my corporate lawyer. And the mayor." I hang up and the timeline ends.
The next attempt at tomfoolery comes ten minutes later with a red blur coming through the room and a bunch of containment foam poofing out seconds later. I also don't know which of the timelimes is real right now. Joy. Its designed not to suffocate but the containment foam is too complex to break down with the Philosopher's Stone directly. Well, let's up the oxygen up to thirty percent in the air pocket around me. That should speed up the decay from a snail's pace around me to twice that.
And now we play the waiting game.
Meanwhile
"Is there any reason we should be bringing in the PRT and WDGDG into this?"
"No there-"
"Actually there is." I interrupt. "I got this guy with a weird master power here that I would really like taken off my hands." Up until now I just emailed the details of this exchange to my lawyer. Using my own account of course. Must not have gotten to my wild speculation about foreign Nazi capes. "Also they called the PRT on me when I had to force my way in. Could you guys call them up and start yelling at them about jurisdiction or something?"
"...Hold on, I think this just left my pay grade." I'm put on hold.
"Dammit Taylor." From my lawyer.
Now I'm waiting here too.
In the other timeline I haven't gotten through much of the containment foam, but it's enough to make my handseals. I make a shadow clone and to my utter shock I can feel another viewpoint on top of my own. I can see about thirteen PRT troopers and Armsmaster with more containment foam ready to fire at me. I barely dodge a stream of the stuff and dash out the door. I hear swearing behind me.
As I run through the hallways I contemplate how I'm doing this. Before when I made these shadow clones I could roughly predict what they were going to do, and the scroll emphasized that they were basically me but a lesser copy. I haven't practiced this for over three weeks, ever since I was tricked into the Birdcage. I've just been practicing chakra control since then. Did that have an interaction? I wince as another PRT trooper comes into sight and almost tags me with more containment foam. That was close. I can't afford to give the game away now. Gotta concentrate on giving them a merry chase through the building. Shelving shower thoughts for later.
Fifteen minutes later I've managed to trick two troopers into foaming each other, dodged countless office drones, made Miss Militia extremely dizzy, driven Armsmaster to frustration, and finally gotten cornered by Velocity. He tried punching me and fell right through.
"Oh shit!" As he trips and skids down the hall a bit. I bite my lip and watch him slide. He rights himself and reaches for his ear.
"Guys dont bother, we've been chasing a hologram. Probably tinkertech." I smirk at him.
"Nah. Tinkertech's bullshit, but not that bullshit." I say to him as I break through the foam in the office. I got enough room to finally draw my sword while I was leading these guys on the chase. I dash out among the floundering of the three troopers still in the room. I sheathe my sword to make the handseals for more clones running all the while. Five shadow clones split off from me to confuse the troopers. They do their jobs admirably as they shoot through three of the clones marking them as fakes. Makes a nice opportunity to slice at the foam cannisters on their backs. I neatly cut off the hoses making them useless and spraying foam everywhere. They start panicking and trying to get the bulky systems off of themselves. I dash out of the room before I can get caught up in that again, then with a thought I dispell all but three of the clones with me. I was following and annoying Velocity with the other one. He was doing a nice job of backtracking back up to me. Let's put a wrench in that, shall we?
I send the three illusions ahead to scout for me. I find Miss Militia, Armsmaster, and a good number of the troopers waiting for me.
"Give it up Taylor. We have the entire floor on lock down." Says Armsmaster. "You won't get past us." As he lowers his halberd. Everybody else behind him readies their weapons too.
"Oh won't I?" I say with one clone. "Guess I'll just have to foam all of you then." With another. And with that the fight is on. I do my best to stall them horribly of course. Ducking and weaving and running on walls and ceilings to dodge their attacks. Whenever they eliminated two of my clones as fakes I had them pull back to break their line of sight so they had to start all over again. Miss Militia herself even got stuck in the foam in the middle of it all! They were much better coordinated this time though. Kept bringing more troopers in as they got stuck on foam in the hallways. Only lasted three minutes and five retreats before Velocity arrived to tag them all under a second.
"Theyre all holograms!" He yells out. "Where's the real one?!" I wave goodbye tauntingly as I allow them all to fade out.
Three minutes earlier.
Well I found the heroes. I had to duck into a side office so they wouldn't find me and I'm currently leading them off with my shadow clones. I'm also currently reslotting my damage rune from my sword to a dagger I made earlier because the sword is simultaneously way too deadly and way too unwieldy against heroes wielding containment foam. After I get that done I start cutting out the window so it will fall inwards. Can't just disintegrate it with the Philosopher's Stone. Apparently this isn't actually glass, but some sort of stupid complex hydrocarbon chain? So inconvenient. I pull out my phone and call my lawyer.
"Taylor! Im so glad to hear from you. What the hell happened in there?!"
"The PRT and Protectorate foamed me. I got out. Listen, do you have those SEC guys on the other line still?"
"Yeah?"
"I need you to get them yelling at the PRT about jurisdiction if you can. That would probably be a massive help to me."
*PHOOMPH*
The window popped off.
"What the hell was that?"
"Dont worry about it. Look, I need you working on that pissing match right now. Can you do it?"
"Well, sure, but-"
"Good man." I hang up.
Now comes the part where I don't look down. Oh boy do I hate doing real stupid shit like this, but apparently Armsmaster has the floor sealed off and I'm not willing to risk getting caught in the foam again. I probably wouldn't be able to escape this time. Of course now is the time The Forge decides is perfect to drop a new power into my head. Costs two bips, empties my power resevoir, and integrates so seamlessly with some of my other powers I don't even get a description.
Well at least that didn't happen when I was hanging off the building. What a disaster that would've been. Speaking of I stick my hand out and stick it to the glass. The first thing I notice is how windy it is. Gusting pretty heavily up here, but nothing that could rip me off. In fact with how tightly I'm stuck on I'd be surprised if anything short of ripping off all my attached skin could get me off. I give that hand a couple experimental tugs from inside to make sure it can hold my weight and off a wall crawling I go. Living my best spider man impression from the Aleph comics.
After I manage to get two floors down I'm about three fourths empty of chakra and the fight has progressed down four hallways in the building. Feeling the pressure I draw my knife again to cut open a hole in this window. Luckily there are no office drones in sight. They must have begun evacuating the building. I angle my cuts so it will fall inwards again. Halfway through that the fight up top ends and the adrenalin starts pounding in my ears on top of the gusting wind. I'm on a time limit now. Only a matter of time before they find my escape hole and start sealing off my exits. I finish my hole quickly and position myself to swing in. Just as I'm swinging in I see Velocity in his red jumpsuit looking down at me.
Well crap.
In the offices here I start moving quickly towards the elevators. Might not be able to use them, but I could hide out on top of one or in the shaft if I can get the doors open.
I'm interrupted in my search by a red blur going through the same hallway I'm in. Without hesitation I run as fast as I can out of there. My course of action is proven correct as the hallway explodes with containment foam behind me. What a mess. I see Velocity staring at me over the hardening foam. Stupid containment foam grenades.
"Why are you doing this Taylor? You were just acquitted!"
"I am the majority shareholder of Medhall Velocity. I have every right to attend a shareholder meeting. You should be arresting everybody else except for Marquis and Panacea in that room."
"We still have to bring you in to sort everything out!" I see the foam is almost hard. I draw my knife.
"Yeah... You're gonna have to excuse me for having zero faith in that." He narrows his eyes.
"Very well then." He blurs through the hallway. I slash at his waist and run forward. Did I get it?
*POOMF*
I look back to see Velocity tripped and stuck in a rapidly expanding mass of foam, just past some more detonated foam. Heh.
"See you later." As i run off. I nix my plan to use the elevator shaft to hide out. I don't have the strength to get the door open, and it would be super obvious where I went once they saw the wrenched open door. No, I think I'll use literally anywhere else in this massive and evacuated skyscraper to dodge my pursuers.
Twenty minutes later that timeline ended and I'm back in a conference call with my lawyer, some dude in the SEC and Regional Director Calvert.
AN: So that shadow clone hivemind would've normally showed up when she got solid clones and QA could've connected to them, but 'I waited 15 minutes and then I cut myself out of confoam' is boring to both write and read.
Also it wasn't a cold, it was Covid.
Whittling Away the Time (Golden Sky Stories) (200CP)
Time seems to fly whenever you're having fun doesn't it? One moment it seems like you just started, and the next it's already over. To be honest, it seems that the older you get – or rather, the more experienced you get – the quicker everything seems to move along.
For a brief period of time, you can accelerate any actions you are performing, whether it is casting a spell, or just reading a book. This extends to even group activities as well, affecting all of your allies involved.
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lockingbane
If you're crazy and you know it clap your hands!
- Location
- Waxahachie tx
No win situation Coil. You are looking worse and worse each time you try to mess with tay tay... Why havent you gone the other way and tried to get into her good graces instead?
Iori_Angel
Kitten lover
Wow Calvert tipped his hand.
Zakara
Semi-Found Cat
- Location
- Chaldea, Bleached Airspace
Calvert has to be internally foaming right now. The Celestial Forge is too chaotic and expansive for him to document even a quarter of Taylor's tactics and powers, even if she wasn't holding her lethal tricks back against the heroes.
Ah, but that would require him to understand that his modus operandi is ineffective and liable to land him watching his neck every hour of his life rather than in charge of a coherent army. Even if he wasn't a sociopath, he's never going to be able to predict Taylor logically. She's simultaneously highly irrational(in a good way) and possessed of a multitude of frankly insane options and courses of action.
