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    • The battle begins.

    Disclaimer: All songs danced to obviously belong to their respective owners, not me.

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    Parental Guidance - 3.2 - THE BATTLE​

    3.1 - 3.3​

    "LAAAAAAAAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"

    A deafening cheer rose up.

    "You are here tonight to witness a battle the likes of which has never been seen before!"

    Another cheer, even louder than the last.

    "On the one side - we've got the challenger! He recently made a good showing in Brockton Bay, but can he succeed against the overwhelming force arrayed against him tonight? Ladies and Gentlemen, Enter the Dragon, it's LOCK MASTER L! And his protegé, the PHANTOM BREAKDOWN!"

    A roar echoed around New York as the crowd voiced their approval.

    "On the other side, we've got the defending champions - you all know them, you all love them, it's the TRIUMVIRATE!"

    Another roar, just as loud as the last.

    "And don't forget to give a hand to our resident Tinker on the decks, the bombastic DJ BAKUDA!"

    The crowd cheered again.

    "And of course, I'm your host tonight - MC Mouse Protector!"

    The loudest cheer yet.

    "Oh, you," she grinned, "Now for the event you've all been waiting for. Let the battle BEGIN!"

    Legend nodded as the first song started rolling.

    He intended to finish this quickly, and Dj Bakuda had given him the perfect weapon to do so.

    After all, this was his jam.

    "My baby's always dancin', and it wouldn't be a bad thing..."

    He started bouncing in time with the beat - looking confident.

    Then he opened up proceedings.

    Exit signs, formed from light, appeared above him.

    "Oh my! Legend is opening up with a vengeance.. He's pointing to the exits! He obviously doesn't think this will take long!" The crowd roared in approval.

    Legend then went straight into his next move.

    "But wait... he's not finished yet! Look at him go! He's doing the lawnmower! Are the ABB just blades of grass before the power of the Triumvirate?"

    The chorus was about to kick in. Legend tensed - he was ready for it. He activated his power- and started pointing around him as the words appeared.

    "What's this? Oh my! It can only be one thing..." Mouse Protector stammered, "It is!"

    Don't blame it on the SUNSHINE,

    Don't blame it on the MOONLIGHT,

    Don't blame it on the GOOD TIMES,

    Blame it on the BOOGIE!

    "...LEGEND'S LYRICAL MIRACLE!"

    The crowd went wild. Legend smirked triumphantly.

    The Phantom Breakdown staggered back, as if struck.

    "Impressive," Lock Master L gritted his teeth.

    Then, the Phantom Breakdown recovered, and stepped forward again.

    And the track changed.

    "Oh yeah yeah yeah..."

    "It seems it's time for the Phantom Breakdown's counterattack!" MC Mouse Protector announced, "But what can he produce to trump such a display of power and skill?"

    The Phantom Breakdown wasted no time - he hit the floor immediately.

    "And the Breakdown has cut straight to his impressive bottom-rocking! And... Oh, what's this? Oh? OH! HE'S PULLING OUT THE BIG GUNS ALREADY, FOLKS!"

    There was one Phantom Breakdown, bottom-rocking.

    Then there were two.

    Then three.

    Then four.

    Then no less than five Phantom Breakdowns were appearing and reappearing on the floor, bottom-rocking in perfect synthesis.

    "...It's the PHANTOM FORCE MULTIPLIER!"

    A deafening roar emerged from the crowd. Legend staggered back - Alexandria caught him before he could fall.

    "You did well, Legend," she told him, "But I will deal with this."

    She stepped forward.

    "It looks like the Triumvirate are switching out! Alexandria is coming forward to take on our plucky challengers!"

    The track changed again.

    She smirked.

    Then she levitated slightly above the ground, before opening up with her first salvo - sharp movements, kicking and spinning, before leading into her first major move.

    She looked like she was walking - but she wasn't moving forward.

    "Alexandria comes racing out of the blocks - it's the floating air-walk!" MC Mouse Protector declared- but Alexandria wasn't done yet. "She's really going for broke! And... oh dear, what's this? Is it? Could it be?"

    "Damn..." Lock Master L clenched his fist.

    "It's like she's walking forward," one of the ABB members whispered in awe, "But she's moving backward."

    "It's ALEXANDRIA'S MID-AIR MOONWALK!"

    The crowd was jubilant.

    The Phantom Breakdown, however, stumbled back, for the last time.

    "Stand back," Lock Master L grunted as he stalked past the form of his minion, "Leave this one to me."

    He raised a hand - and snapped his finger. Alexandria watched from the air, arms folded.

    The track changed.

    "Hammer's bringing it to you..."

    Lock Master L wasted no time. He instantly started popping and locking - moving perfectly in time with the beat, smooth movements, jerking to a halt at each beat.

    He started with his torso and arms - then flowed smoothly to his legs and feet, perfectly synchronised with the beat.

    "And Lock Master L is living up to his name today, folks! That's the best popping and locking I've ever seen! But he's going to need more than that to beat Alexandria! What will the Dragon pull from his hoard of tricks?"

    Lock Master L looked up. He gave a savage grin.

    Then the metallic wings emerged from his back.

    Every joint flowed into motion, perfectly in-time with the beat, before coming to a stop...

    "...I... I don't believe it! Every joint! Not a wasted movement! It could only be... Lock Master L's TWELVE-POINT POSE!"

    The crowd unleashed their approval once again - as Alexandria hit the ground with a grimace. She got up to return to the battle, but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

    "I believe I should finish this," Eidolon intoned as he stepped forward.

    Everything went deathly silent, for a moment.

    "Oh my!" MC Mouse Protector finally spoke up again, "It seems Eidolon is finally entering the battle after that stunning display from the challenger! Can Lock Master L weather this storm?"

    The track changed, once again.

    "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog..."

    Eidolon wasted no time.

    "Eidolon obviously wants to put Lock Master L down hard!" MC Mouse Protector cried, "He's already unleashing..."

    First he was Elvis, grooving to rock'n'roll.

    Then he was a Bee-Gee.

    Then a Village Person - then John Travolta - then a rocker, then he was Michael Jackson. It was a never-ending flow of different styles and moves.

    "Damn it," Lock Master L gritted his teeth as he weathered the storm, "It's not possible! How could one man move like this to so many styles?"

    Then it was eighties pop, then Eidolon walked like an Egyptian, then he was 90s hip-hop, then 90's techno...

    "...EIDOLON'S EVOLUTION OF DANCE!"

    The ensuing roar could likely be heard across the entirety of North America, as the crowd went ballistic.

    Lock Master L buckled under the assault - staggering to his knees, sagging a little more under the weight of each new style. Eventually, he was left kneeling, head bowed, unmoving.

    "It looks like the end for our brave challenger!" MC Mouse Protector said gravely, "Could anyone come back from such an assault?"

    Then Lock Master L twitched.

    "Oh? What's this?"

    He stood up.

    "Could it be?"

    Then flame engulfed his body.

    "IT IS!"

    An enormous figure stepped out of the flames.

    Covered from head to toe in metallic scales, standing at nearly twenty feet tall, with a long, prehensile metal tail and an elongated, dragon-esque face, Lock Master L met Eidolon's gaze for a moment.

    "I am a Dragon," he said simply, "This is how Dragons rock."

    And then he broke down.

    He popped, and locked - but this time, he was also breaking, bottom-rocking and top-rocking at a furious pace. Every time one of his appendages touched the ground, a burst of flame rose up around it.

    "IT'S LOCK MASTER L'S ESCALATION BATTLE STATIONS!"

    The crowd, formerly fearing for their hero, broke out into jubilant cheers - hugging, crying, taking pictures.

    "Guh!" Eidolon held up a hand to shield his face from the awesome, "It's too much! I can't... hold..."

    He staggered back, joining the other two members of the Triumvirate.

    "EIDOLON IS DOWN! HE IS DOWN! WE HAVE A WINNER! THE BATTLE IS DONE!" MC Mouse Protector shouted as loud as she possibly could, "THE TRIUMVIRATE HAVE FALLEN, AND WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! ALL HAIL THE MIGHT OF LOCK. MASTER. L!"

    As Lock Master L returned to his regular form, it finally got too much for the crowd. They broke ranks and swarmed their new hero, hugging, touching, lifting him up above their heads and cheering his name, as the Triumvirate looked on in defeat - knowing that the status quo had changed forever.

    -At the Hebert Household-
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    Her parents and the Undersiders began celebrating wildly.

    Taylor didn't join them.

    Instead, she stared at the TV screen with an empty gaze.

    "It was only supposed to be a distraction," she muttered repeatedly as she began rocking back and forth on the sofa, "It was only supposed to be a distraction."


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    Part 3.2 - In which battle is fought!
     
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    • AlbusRumbledore said:
    The battle begins.

    Disclaimer: All songs danced to obviously belong to their respective owners, not me.

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    Parental Guidance - 3.2 - THE BATTLE​

    3.1​

    "LAAAAAAAAAAAADIES AND GENTLEMEN!"

    A deafening cheer rose up.

    "You are here tonight to witness a battle the likes of which has never been seen before!"

    Another cheer, even louder than the last.

    "On the one side - we've got the challenger! He recently made a good showing in Brockton Bay, but can he succeed against the overwhelming force arrayed against him tonight? Ladies and Gentlemen, Enter the Dragon, it's LOCK MASTER L! And his protegé, the PHANTOM BREAKDOWN!"

    A roar echoed around New York as the crowd voiced their approval.

    "On the other side, we've got the defending champions - you all know them, you all love them, it's the TRIUMVIRATE!"

    Another roar, just as loud as the last.

    "And don't forget to give a hand to our resident Tinker on the decks, the bombastic DJ BAKUDA!"

    The crowd cheered again.

    "And of course, I'm your host tonight - MC Mouse Protector!"

    The loudest cheer yet.

    "Oh, you," she grinned, "Now for the event you've all been waiting for. Let the battle BEGIN!"

    Legend nodded as the first song started rolling.

    He intended to finish this quickly, and Dj Bakuda had given him the perfect weapon to do so.

    After all, this was his jam.

    "My baby's always dancin', and it wouldn't be a bad thing..."

    He started bouncing in time with the beat - looking confident.

    Then he opened up proceedings.

    Exit signs, formed from light, appeared above him.

    "Oh my! Legend is opening up with a vengeance.. He's pointing to the exits! He obviously doesn't think this will take long!" The crowd roared in approval.

    Legend then went straight into his next move.

    "But wait... he's not finished yet! Look at him go! He's doing the lawnmower! Are the ABB just blades of grass before the power of the Triumvirate?"

    The chorus was about to kick in. Legend tensed - he was ready for it. He activated his power- and started pointing around him as the words appeared.

    "What's this? Oh my! It can only be one thing..." Mouse Protector stammered, "It is!"

    Don't blame it on the SUNSHINE,

    Don't blame it on the MOONLIGHT,

    Don't blame it on the GOOD TIMES,

    Blame it on the BOOGIE!

    "...LEGEND'S LYRICAL MIRACLE!"

    The crowd went wild. Legend smirked triumphantly.

    The Phantom Breakdown staggered back, as if struck.

    "Impressive," Lock Master L gritted his teeth.

    Then, the Phantom Breakdown recovered, and stepped forward again.

    And the track changed.

    "Oh yeah yeah yeah..."

    "It seems it's time for the Phantom Breakdown's counterattack!" MC Mouse Protector announced, "But what can he produce to trump such a display of power and skill?"

    The Phantom Breakdown wasted no time - he hit the floor immediately.

    "And the Breakdown has cut straight to his impressive bottom-rocking! And... Oh, what's this? Oh? OH! HE'S PULLING OUT THE BIG GUNS ALREADY, FOLKS!"

    There was one Phantom Breakdown, bottom-rocking.

    Then there were two.

    Then three.

    Then four.

    Then no less than five Phantom Breakdowns were appearing and reappearing on the floor, bottom-rocking in perfect synthesis.

    "...It's the PHANTOM FORCE MULTIPLIER!"

    A deafening roar emerged from the crowd. Legend staggered back - Alexandria caught him before he could fall.

    "You did well, Legend," she told him, "But I will deal with this."

    She stepped forward.

    "It looks like the Triumvirate are switching out! Alexandria is coming forward to take on our plucky challengers!"

    The track changed again.

    She smirked.

    Then she levitated slightly above the ground, before opening up with her first salvo - sharp movements, kicking and spinning, before leading into her first major move.

    She looked like she was walking - but she wasn't moving forward.

    "Alexandria comes racing out of the blocks - it's the floating air-walk!" MC Mouse Protector declared- but Alexandria wasn't done yet. "She's really going for broke! And... oh dear, what's this? Is it? Could it be?"

    "Damn..." Lock Master L clenched his fist.

    "It's like she's walking forward," one of the ABB members whispered in awe, "But she's moving backward."

    "It's ALEXANDRIA'S MID-AIR MOONWALK!"

    The crowd was jubilant.

    The Phantom Breakdown, however, stumbled back, for the last time.

    "Stand back," Lock Master L grunted as he stalked past the form of his minion, "Leave this one to me."

    He raised a hand - and snapped his finger. Alexandria watched from the air, arms folded.

    The track changed.

    "Hammer's bringing it to you..."

    Lock Master L wasted no time. He instantly started popping and locking - moving perfectly in time with the beat, smooth movements, jerking to a halt at each beat.

    He started with his torso and arms - then flowed smoothly to his legs and feet, perfectly synchronised with the beat.

    "And Lock Master L is living up to his name today, folks! That's the best popping and locking I've ever seen! But he's going to need more than that to beat Alexandria! What will the Dragon pull from his hoard of tricks?"

    Lock Master L looked up. He gave a savage grin.

    Then the metallic wings emerged from his back.

    Every joint flowed into motion, perfectly in-time with the beat, before coming to a stop...

    "...I... I don't believe it! Every joint! Not a wasted movement! It could only be... Lock Master L's TWELVE-POINT POSE!"

    The crowd unleashed their approval once again - as Alexandria hit the ground with a grimace. She got up to return to the battle, but was stopped by a hand on her shoulder.

    "I believe I should finish this," Eidolon intoned as he stepped forward.

    Everything went deathly silent, for a moment.

    "Oh my!" MC Mouse Protector finally spoke up again, "It seems Eidolon is finally entering the battle after that stunning display from the challenger! Can Lock Master L weather this storm?"

    The track changed, once again.

    "You ain't nothin' but a hound dog..."

    Eidolon wasted no time.

    "Eidolon obviously wants to put Lock Master L down hard!" MC Mouse Protector cried, "He's already unleashing..."

    First he was Elvis, grooving to rock'n'roll.

    Then he was a Bee-Gee.

    Then a Village Person - then John Travolta - then a rocker, then he was Michael Jackson. It was a never-ending flow of different styles and moves.

    "Damn it," Lock Master L gritted his teeth as he weathered the storm, "It's not possible! How could one man move like this to so many styles?"

    Then it was eighties pop, then Eidolon walked like an Egyptian, then he was 90s hip-hop, then 90's techno...

    "...EIDOLON'S EVOLUTION OF DANCE!"

    The ensuing roar could likely be heard across the entirety of North America, as the crowd went ballistic.

    Lock Master L buckled under the assault - staggering to his knees, sagging a little more under the weight of each new style. Eventually, he was left kneeling, head bowed, unmoving.

    "It looks like the end for our brave challenger!" MC Mouse Protector said gravely, "Could anyone come back from such an assault?"

    Then Lock Master L twitched.

    "Oh? What's this?"

    He stood up.

    "Could it be?"

    Then flame engulfed his body.

    "IT IS!"

    An enormous figure stepped out of the flames.

    Covered from head to toe in metallic scales, standing at nearly twenty feet tall, with a long, prehensile metal tail and an elongated, dragon-esque Lock Master L met Eidolon's gaze for a moment.

    "I am a Dragon," he said simply, "This is how Dragons rock."

    And then he broke down.

    He popped, and locked - but this time, he was also breaking, bottom-rocking and top-rocking at a furious pace. Every time one of his appendages touched the ground, a burst of flame rose up around it.

    "IT'S LOCK MASTER L'S ESCALATION BATTLE STATIONS!"

    The crowd, formerly fearing for their hero, broke out into jubilant cheers - hugging, crying, taking pictures.

    "Guh!" Eidolon held up a hand to shield his face from the awesome, "It's too much! I can't... hold..."

    He staggered back, joining the other two members of the Triumvirate.

    "EIDOLON IS DOWN! HE IS DOWN! WE HAVE A WINNER! THE BATTLE IS DONE!" MC Mouse Protector shouted as loud as she possibly could, "THE TRIUMVIRATE HAVE FALLEN, AND WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION! ALL HAIL THE MIGHT OF LOCK. MASTER. L!"

    As Lock Master L returned to his regular form, it finally got too much for the crowd. They broke ranks and swarmed their new hero, hugging, touching, lifting him up above their heads and cheering his name, as the Triumvirate looked on in defeat - knowing that the status quo had changed forever.

    -At the Hebert Household-
    ​
    Her parents and the Undersiders began celebrating wildly.

    Taylor didn't join them.

    Instead, she stared at the TV screen with an empty gaze.

    "It was only supposed to be a distraction," she muttered repeatedly as she began rocking back and forth on the sofa, "It was only supposed to be a distraction."


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    Part 3.2 - In which battle is fought!
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    Poor Taylor, at least you inspired parahuman dance battles through your actions.
     
    It's okay Taylor maybe one day it will all make sense?....Well at least this is a better kind of conflict than the previous kind right? :D
     
    Next up: DJ Behemoth with his MASSIVE SOUNDS and the Simurgh breaking in with Evacuate the Dancefloor!
     
    Poor Amy. She's always wanted to get a break from healing and once she can, she finds that she's actually addicted to it!

    Now I wonder if Behemoth is going to show up to try and avenge his lost brother. Cause his sister is actually really smart and wants to stay the hell away from the bad man with a blade on a stick. :D
     
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    • And now, a quieter chapter after the last crazy one, where we revisit the general situation in Brockton Bay.

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    Parental Guidance - 3.3 - Brockton Bay​

    3.2 - 3.4​

    PRT ENE Director Emily Piggot had a superpower.

    She wasn't a parahuman - no mere parahuman could emulate her ability, earned through long, hard hours of practice and dedication.

    You see, she had the ability to express an enormous amount of disapproval whilst only saying one, small word.

    "Vacation."

    To his credit, the Ward at her desk seemed unaffected. "Yes," Clockblocker agreed, "Vacation. Two weeks. That's what we're supposed to get, right? Well, I'm taking mine."

    "I see," Director Piggot looked unimpressed, "And might I ask the reason for this sudden need for a vacation, Clockblocker?"

    "Brockton Bay is hazardous to my health," he declared.

    She stared. "And?"

    "Uh," he amended, "More hazardous to my health than other superheroes."

    "Right," she felt the oncoming headache, "And to remedy this, you feel you need two weeks away. Where do you have in mind?"

    "The North Pole."

    "I'm sorry," Emily set down her pen, "I seem to have misheard you."

    "I've been doing my research," the redhead began explaining, "And eventually narrowed down two locations where I would have the lowest possible chance of encountering bugs, guns, or healers. Outer Space, and The North Pole. Nobody was willing to take me to Outer Space until Armsmaster gets the Simurgh, so I settled for the second one. The sea floor was my third choice, it moved up the list a bit with Leviathan out of the picture, but crustaceans are still a little too much like bugs for me to-"

    "Approved." Emily stamped her approval on the form, "Approved. God damn it, approved! Just get the hell out of my city, you insane boy."

    "Thanks, Director!" Clockblocker said in relief as he clutched the papers to his chest like a lifeline, "I really needed this!"

    --​

    Kreig was straining, as he tried to stuff the last pair of socks into his suitcase.

    "Kreig," he turned his head as the familiar form of Hookwolf entered the room, "What do you want?"

    "Ah," he stammered, "Hookwolf! Well, you see," he finally jammed the socks in and closed the suitcase, "I've decided that you would be much, much better at leading the Empire 88 than me, so I'm giving you the leadership. Er, congratulations," he offered with as much false sincerity as he could muster.

    Hookwolf blinked. "Huh. Didn't think you would ever see sense. So what'll you be doing?"

    "Me?" Kreig felt cold sweat roll down his temple as he wracked his mind for an excuse. "Uh, well, you see. I'm so ashamed of my inability to be a good Nazi that I'm going off to a training camp," he offered.

    "A training camp?"

    "A Nazi training camp," Kreig agreed, thankful that Hookwolf appeared to be buying it, "So I can practice my Nazi-ing. You don't need it," he stressed, "As you're, er, such an amazing Nazi already, it's why I thought you were prime leadership material. Now I've got to be off, don't want to miss that plane and be a poor Nazi now!" He called as he shot out of the office door.

    Hookwolf frowned, then shrugged as he sat down in the office chair, already making plans to take over the city for good - no Lung meant he only really had to take out the Merchants and Coil before the city would be his, and then they could drive the... Protectorate...

    He stood back up, pulling out his phone. "Hello? Stormtiger? Yes, it's Hookwolf. I need you to come to the big office. Yes, that one. Oh, and, er, in a totally unrelated matter, can you bring my suitcase? Thanks."

    --​

    "Ya know, people should listen to you more often, Skiddie."

    "I fucking know, right? Everyone knows those fuck-stain thieves don't take drugs. So we just, cover all our shit in drugs, and they don't fucking lift it, right? Those dick-gobbling shit-heads at the meeting just weren't ready for the fucking logic bomb I was dropping."

    "Yeah, you're the best, Skids."

    --​

    "And how," Coil stressed, "Did you fail to capture the target this time?"

    "Well," the lead mercenary began explaining, "Those tickets you gave us were only good for the Downtown routes. When the target headed towards the Docks, we had to change buses, but the driver didn't have change, and the smallest thing any of us had was a ten," he shook his head, "Sir, I recommend that our operatives are provided with sufficient change for the next attempt to ensure success."

    "And why didn't you just threaten the bus driver?" Coil demanded.

    "With respect, Sir, what could we do? If we beat him up or shot him, he wouldn't have been able to drive the bus," the mercenary responded.

    Coil held his head in his hands as he counted off Dinah Alcott kidnapping attempt #756.

    --​
    "So..."

    The assembled heroes of the Brockton Bay Protectorate sat around awkwardly.

    "Anyone want a game of cards?"

    "We did that an hour ago, Assault," Velocity informed him.

    "Oh yeah, we did, didn't we?" Assault sighed, "Damn it. I'm so bored."

    --​

    Meanwhile, with New Wave, a heated argument was being held.

    "We need to stage an intervention," Victoria argued, "Seriously, Mom, for the last few days, I've been the responsible sister. Me. Think about how bad things need to be for it to have reached that point."

    Carol, on the other hand, was taking Amy's new-found enthusiasm for healing far better.

    "Nonsense," she waved it off, "Amy has just rediscovered her heroic tendencies. Yes," she nodded firmly, "There's nothing wrong with her being more... er... enthusiastic, about helping others. Nothing at all. As long as it's about helping."

    --
    ​
    "So, how's it looking?" Uber asked curiously as he looked over Leet's shoulder.

    "I think I've almost got it," Leet confirmed, "The main thing is making sure it's a Master Ball. If we just make a regular ball, we'll never catch one of the others."

    "And then we just need to find them," Uber nodded, "Are we still going for Behemoth?"

    "It makes sense," Leet agreed, "I mean, Simurgh's obviously part Flying-type. Behemoth can do Electric-type attacks, so he's got super-effective attacks against them both, right?"

    "And then we just need the badges," Uber frowned, "Any idea how you're going to pull that off? You can't exactly make eight of the same thing, after all."

    "No, I can't" Leet sighed, "Maybe Toybox?"

    "Worth looking into. No expenses spared if you want to be a Master, after all."

    -Meanwhile, at the Hebert Household-​

    "All right," Ocean said to the gathered crew as he set up a whiteboard, "We've decided we're going for another job before we tackle the new-and-improved Armsmaster. We were discussing possibilities before Leviathan, and other events, rudely interrupted us, but we think we've given the world enough of a reprieve. Now, Midnight Feline and I have been discussing possible suggestions, and noted a few down for your input." He wrote down several options on the whiteboard:


    • Scion's Outfit​
    • The Sleeper​
    • The President's teeth​
    • Earth Aleph​
    • Newton's Third Law of Motion​
    • The Great Wall of China​
    • The naming rights of every hero in the Protectorate​

    "Now, we're ambivalent as to which of these we actually decide to do," Midnight Feline explained, "So we're leaving the decision to a group vote - Skitter? Skitter, honey, what's wrong?"

    Regent and Tattletale panicked as they tried to hold down the comatose, spasming form of the second-generation parahuman kleptomaniac.

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    Part 3.3: In which plans and preparations are made.
     
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    • ...it says bad things that I am 100% certain that they could do any single one of those with ease.
     
    Point the first: My neighbors came knocking on my door asking me to pipe down.

    Point the second: I almost couldnt' make it to the door due to the stomach cramps I had from laughing so much.

    Point the third: Tinkers are bullshit.

    Point the fourth: Ocean's crew stole point four.

    Point the fifth: Clockblocker will accidentaly the Slaughterhouse Nine in his haste to get away from Brockton Bay, won't he?

    Point the sixth: Tinkers are bullshit.

    Point the seventh: They stole his halberd. They stole his armor. They stole his dignity. They stole his *beard*. They've already stolen a fair portion of his sanity. And now Contessa is hiring them to steal the rest? Ouch, man. Ouch.

    Point the eighth: Leviathan used Surf. It was not very effective.

    Point the ninth: Tinkers are bullshit. Also, bad L33t, you don't copy other tinkers, even if they stole your schtick.

    Point the tenth: The only cape left in the E88 by the end of the day will be Rune, and that's because she's a minor and can't convince her parents to move. Sucks to be her.

    Point the eleventh: Ocean stole the eleventh.

    Point the twelwth: Tinkers are *BULLSHIT*.
     
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