- Location
- United States
But all those people were killed by the villain Apollyon, not the dragon hanging out in the bay. Dragon shouldn't know they are the same person.
Project Gamer: Anime Adjacent
- Thread starter Mister Ficser
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Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
- Location
- USA
A dragon is as a dragon does, and Dragon knows dragons.
IE, Dragon should have access to Apollyon's PRoT records, and MP knows Apollyon is a dragon, so it's in the report.
- Location
- Philippines
Hmmmm make me wonder how they react to Gotham and Bludhaven?
To be fair, at least the last three major crimes were done to save parahumans/Dragon from other parahumans.
- Location
- USA
Thanks for the chapter!
Huh, that's a pretty quick response for Tin Mother, and seem a bit excessive. Usually even when people are going back and forth on PHO they just get warnings first.
And you'd think they would want to keep a thread open to get answers from a mysterious cape. He was basically doing an AMA!
Huh, that's a pretty quick response for Tin Mother, and seem a bit excessive. Usually even when people are going back and forth on PHO they just get warnings first.
And you'd think they would want to keep a thread open to get answers from a mysterious cape. He was basically doing an AMA!
Arimai
Curmudgeon
They'd have to have changed fundamental laws in the legal system for that. If a nutcase attacked my neighbor I'm legally allowed to use my Stoner to gun them down if they ignored my warning.
You might consider PHO to be some godawful mixture of Craigslist, Spacebattles and the forum for World of Tanks.
And the reason why Dragon is like this?
Earth Bet is literally besieged on all fronts by villainous capes who have no concept of 'restraint'. Poking the wrong one, upsetting the wrong Tinker or Thinker could see PHO hacked and subverted, turned into a breeding ground for digital viruses or, if someone's having a bad enough day, they might decide to break the internet in part or whole by removing a left-hand click or something.
With that in mind? Someone give that woman a wooden spoon or a flip-flop to smack people with. They probably deserve it.
- Location
- Iowa, United States
- Pronouns
- Him, His, He
I do believe she knew what his powers were in Canon. Not entirely sure though.
Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
- Location
- USA
It's apparently perfectly legal in US!Bet to deport US citizens to other countries for permanent imprisonment without the possibility of parole for crimes that don't even warrant life sentences, let alone that. It's also legal for US government agencies to be spread out among multiple countries, for some reason.
The Constitution and the law in general really mean absolutely nothing in the Wormverse.
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She did know as she's the one to explain them to Taylor in canon including that she'd known from before the first Lung fight and basically took phone orders to cooperate on plans that would create divergences such as being offensive in 1 and defensive in the other or with the Lung fight in the kept one they went for Oni Lee first but in the dropped on they went for Lung first which meant they lost, one of them died and an injured Lisa called Coil to have him drop that timeline and warn the other to keep an eye out for a new hero (Taylor).
Don't forget how the Canary kangaroo court ends with the judge going under the 3 strikes act I can't legally sentence you to the birdcage because it's your first offence, sucks for you though cause I'm doing it anyway and everyone was just ok with this when anyone sane who knows how legal precedents work or history with things like the rise of the Nazi party should be freaking out.
You might be thinking of Contessa there, Coil's power has no reason to involve his body being piloted.
His shard can simulate both timelines then feed him a recording of the failed timeline and it doesn't need to force him to do the things it foresaw in the other simulated timeline because it already knows that's what he'll do.
the only reason to have it puppet his body around is so that characters his shard can't see can make act like a bugged npc and sure, if an author wants to do that, they can go ahead but there's no reason for the shard to waste energy on giving him a pointless weakness to OCPs.
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
We see what happens when something the simulation didn't account for happens too: Coil's power glitches out. It happens when he encounters Eidolon in his backstory. It happens when Leviathan attacks Brockton Bay in Worm. His timelines collapse and he's stuck with only one timeline (from his perspective). From outside the universe, his power goes, "Fuck, man. I dunno what's gonna happen. Time for a smoke break, I guess? Whatever. Give the host a headache and wipe out his memories since he 'split the timeline.'"
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Having written a PHO interlude before, they are *ass* to write. I almost quit a fic because of it, and I swore off writing any more of them.
Worm 61
How to Beat Fried Worms
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow, and he can keep it.
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Chapter 61: Insidious -END-
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Stowing his phone away, Alec stood upon the prow of a grounded ship as he watched the sun rise on the distant horizon.
He wasn't looking forward to the immediate future. He'd slain two of the most prolific Master capes in North America and the fallout was already starting. People in Canada, policemen and politicians especially, were swearing vengeance against him for killing their best friend, their lover, their confidante or whatever other buzz word Nikos Vasil had fed to them while he'd been twisting their emotions. Or they were choosing loud, public methods of self-execution.
The Frenchman's manipulations were permanent. They lingered, well past the man's death.
The victims of Mama Mathers were slower to reveal themselves. Her power was not, technically, a Master power. Not in the traditional sense. She did not alter or twist people's emotions. Rather, she forced phantom sensations unto them, honeyed words or shrieking cries that were interpreted by the brain and not the ears. She could torture people into compliance but she could not trick them.
The woman had been... rather simple, when everything was said and done. She wasn't some grand schemer, just another dumb kid that got knocked up in high school, then kicked out when she refused to abort her baby. Alec knew of as many success stories that started that way as he did long, torrid stories of failure.
When Valefor, whose real name Alec honestly couldn't remember, Triggered as an infant? She had, somehow, caught the eye of Cauldron. Who did as they always did, they fed her a chunk of the Thinker. When her power, and temperment, proved uncontrollable? Cauldron washed their hands of her and left her to her own devices.
And Mama Mather's devices turned out to be low cunning and a fixation on breeding capes, willing or not. Especially not.
Alec quietly sighed, the sound inaudible over the popping and creaking of the ship as it repaired itself underneath of him. The metal under his claws vibrated subtly but the ship, half-buried in silt and sand, barely budged.
The dragon tapped a claw against the railing and closed his eyes, listening as the *ding!* echoed through the metal. He had Absolute Territory running with the focus of 'Repairing any vehicles within range' and it was doing a wonderful job. It wasn't instant but it was quick, he'd already removed a third of the wrecked and ruined boats in the bay.
Alec turned his head one way, then the next as he considered the vehicle underneath of himself. It was hardly the first one that was too deeply entrenched to be moved just by repairing it.
Silently, the dragon stood from his perch and stretched, his wings flaring out as his tail extended. Joints popped and cracked loudly as things shifted and settled before the beast made his way belowdeck.
It was pitch black below but that was hardly an impediment to him, or to those like him. Even without sight, he was aware. The air in the hold grew colder with his prescence, hoarfrost spread like vines across the metal surfaces. Gently, carefully, Alec dipped a single claw into the water filling the hold-
And, with a great, gushing -Schlurp!- a significant amount of water turned to ice and floated to the top as the surrounding water levels dropped.
Then dropped further as the starbeast teleported the great chunk of ice out to the Atlantic, where it could chill out with Lung's remains.
Much like the repair work, the water removal was hardly an instant process. With that said, it was not particularly slow, either. The quantity of ice that Alec could form from the water had grown significantly as he'd leveled the ability and the volume that he was removing was easily as large as himself and it wasn't the largest he could create.
Just the largest that he was comfortable working with in such enclosed spaces.
After perhaps as little as twenty minutes and quite a few thousand liters of seawater, the ship began to shift and move. The walls of the hold groaned as the metal shrieked in protest, bending and bowing as the ship's displacement was finally being rejected by the surrounding seas. Were Alec not still constantly repairing the ship, he would worry that it might shear or collapse around him!
As it were, the dragon was still knocked about as the ship first lifted up, tilting as it did so-
Then, as gravity demanded, the ship fell! Tossing Alec against the wall of the hold as water splashed in through the opening he'd come through.
Thankfully, however, the ship did not fill but rather bobbed and tilted for a time as it re-oriented itself.
Alec shook off as much saltwater as he could, then climbed his way back up to the surface. He still needed to empty out the water in the rest of the ship but it could wait, at least a little while.
Feeling the gentle bob and sway of the ship underneath of him as the sun slowly crawled its way into the sky, the dragon wished he could smile. If he was limited to mortal means, he likely wouldn't have the ship moving at all.
As it was?
He'd done more in a handful of hours than the various 'official' organizations of Brockton Bay had managed in the decade since the riots had shut down the ports and seen the bay riddled with sunken ships.
Although, considering how many of those ships had been small, private yachts? He was starting to have doubts about the ships -actually- being sank as part of the riots and not some big insurance scam.
But that was someone else's concern.
The dragon inhaled deeply, the smell of the sea filling his nostrils as the vast, painful emptiness around his heart slowly began to-
"Podonok!" someone shouted, more than loud enough for Alec to hear from his place high atop the boat. Turning his head, Alec saw... what looked like a walking pile of metal? "What are you the doing?! I am needing that metal!"
"What?!" Alec shouted back as he leaned over some railing the definitely wasn't meant to support his weight.
"Salvage!" the person in the power armor shouted. "I! AM! NEEDING! SALVAGE!"
"What!?" Alec shouted again.
"Cyka blyat!" the person shouted, waving a massive mechanical fist in Alec's direction. "Dolboyov! Idi na hui! Come down here so I can be the kicking of your butthole!"
"What?!" Alec repeated.
"That is the it!" the man shouted. "I am coming to you! Stay put!"
Alec watched, bemused, as the Tinker down below started wading into the water.
That... did not seem like a great idea?
Once the man was about knee deep, Alec just shook his head and snapped his fingers, swapping the massive man with an equal volume of air nearby.
"What?" the man said, his massive frame slowly turning on the boat. "How am... tch!" the giant suit of armor turned towards Alec, steam visibly gusting out of a tank on the back. He raised one hand and pointed a big, bulky finger into the dragon's face. "You! Is rude to be taking all of the boats, dah? You should be the leaving some for the rest of us!"
"I... appre-ci-ate your stance," Alec slowly got out. "What do you need?"
"Metal!" the man shouted as he waved towards his left arm, which hung limply at his side. "Am maintaining super-suit! Need metal for the forging. I come, salvage from boats and make into new!"
"Al-right," Alec agreed with a simple shrug. The dragon raised its claw and snapped his fingers, creating an even dozen shields of glowing yellow light that wrapped themselves along the bottom of the boat. It was an effort of focus and will, but Alec slowly began to turn the boat around and... for lack of a better explanation, he used the shields as platforms to move the small boat he was on back towards the shore.
"...That being all?" the man asked, his already thick accent getting thicker in his confusion. "Am expecting fight, no? We yell, we punch, this is way of things?"
"I don't fight," Alec disagreed as the boat slowly ran aground. "Not ov-er this."
"Mmm..." the man hummed, his warped helmet tilting down towards the ground. "Is wise, yes. Trainwreck would be the wrecking you, hahah!"
Alec said nothing. He didn't need to prove himself, not to some no-name Tinker he couldn't even remember. Though... the dragon did wonder about the man's specialty. He'd have to check and see if it was worth spending a point on.
With a hop, Alec jumped over the railing to land on the rocks below.
"Hey!" a familiar voice shouted out to him from near his van. Looking up, Alec saw Minerva waving at him. Alec waved back, though he did so without much energy as Minerva hurried towards him. "You want some ice-cream? I brought a cone! It's a flavor as dark and bitter as my warped and twisted soul!"
Accepting the cone that the woman held out to him in bemusement, Alec looked down.
"Min-erva?" Alec asked as his eyes moved from the cone, to Mouse Protector, then back to the cone.
"Yeah?"
"This is van-nil-a."
"Uh, yeah? That's what I said! Weren't you listening?" To finish her statement, Minerva took a long lick of her own ice-cream cone, heedless of the fact that it was the tail end of winter.
Alec just chuffed in amusement before he tossed the entire thing into his maw, loudly crunching through the sugar cone.
"So..." Minnie asked between licks of her treat. "Who was that? A friend?"
Listening to Trainwreck curse from overhead as he looked for a way off of the boat, Alec simply shrugged his thin, spindly shoulders.
"...No."
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow, and he can keep it.
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Chapter 61: Insidious -END-
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Stowing his phone away, Alec stood upon the prow of a grounded ship as he watched the sun rise on the distant horizon.
He wasn't looking forward to the immediate future. He'd slain two of the most prolific Master capes in North America and the fallout was already starting. People in Canada, policemen and politicians especially, were swearing vengeance against him for killing their best friend, their lover, their confidante or whatever other buzz word Nikos Vasil had fed to them while he'd been twisting their emotions. Or they were choosing loud, public methods of self-execution.
The Frenchman's manipulations were permanent. They lingered, well past the man's death.
The victims of Mama Mathers were slower to reveal themselves. Her power was not, technically, a Master power. Not in the traditional sense. She did not alter or twist people's emotions. Rather, she forced phantom sensations unto them, honeyed words or shrieking cries that were interpreted by the brain and not the ears. She could torture people into compliance but she could not trick them.
The woman had been... rather simple, when everything was said and done. She wasn't some grand schemer, just another dumb kid that got knocked up in high school, then kicked out when she refused to abort her baby. Alec knew of as many success stories that started that way as he did long, torrid stories of failure.
When Valefor, whose real name Alec honestly couldn't remember, Triggered as an infant? She had, somehow, caught the eye of Cauldron. Who did as they always did, they fed her a chunk of the Thinker. When her power, and temperment, proved uncontrollable? Cauldron washed their hands of her and left her to her own devices.
And Mama Mather's devices turned out to be low cunning and a fixation on breeding capes, willing or not. Especially not.
Alec quietly sighed, the sound inaudible over the popping and creaking of the ship as it repaired itself underneath of him. The metal under his claws vibrated subtly but the ship, half-buried in silt and sand, barely budged.
The dragon tapped a claw against the railing and closed his eyes, listening as the *ding!* echoed through the metal. He had Absolute Territory running with the focus of 'Repairing any vehicles within range' and it was doing a wonderful job. It wasn't instant but it was quick, he'd already removed a third of the wrecked and ruined boats in the bay.
Alec turned his head one way, then the next as he considered the vehicle underneath of himself. It was hardly the first one that was too deeply entrenched to be moved just by repairing it.
Silently, the dragon stood from his perch and stretched, his wings flaring out as his tail extended. Joints popped and cracked loudly as things shifted and settled before the beast made his way belowdeck.
It was pitch black below but that was hardly an impediment to him, or to those like him. Even without sight, he was aware. The air in the hold grew colder with his prescence, hoarfrost spread like vines across the metal surfaces. Gently, carefully, Alec dipped a single claw into the water filling the hold-
And, with a great, gushing -Schlurp!- a significant amount of water turned to ice and floated to the top as the surrounding water levels dropped.
Then dropped further as the starbeast teleported the great chunk of ice out to the Atlantic, where it could chill out with Lung's remains.
Much like the repair work, the water removal was hardly an instant process. With that said, it was not particularly slow, either. The quantity of ice that Alec could form from the water had grown significantly as he'd leveled the ability and the volume that he was removing was easily as large as himself and it wasn't the largest he could create.
Just the largest that he was comfortable working with in such enclosed spaces.
After perhaps as little as twenty minutes and quite a few thousand liters of seawater, the ship began to shift and move. The walls of the hold groaned as the metal shrieked in protest, bending and bowing as the ship's displacement was finally being rejected by the surrounding seas. Were Alec not still constantly repairing the ship, he would worry that it might shear or collapse around him!
As it were, the dragon was still knocked about as the ship first lifted up, tilting as it did so-
Then, as gravity demanded, the ship fell! Tossing Alec against the wall of the hold as water splashed in through the opening he'd come through.
Thankfully, however, the ship did not fill but rather bobbed and tilted for a time as it re-oriented itself.
Alec shook off as much saltwater as he could, then climbed his way back up to the surface. He still needed to empty out the water in the rest of the ship but it could wait, at least a little while.
Feeling the gentle bob and sway of the ship underneath of him as the sun slowly crawled its way into the sky, the dragon wished he could smile. If he was limited to mortal means, he likely wouldn't have the ship moving at all.
As it was?
He'd done more in a handful of hours than the various 'official' organizations of Brockton Bay had managed in the decade since the riots had shut down the ports and seen the bay riddled with sunken ships.
Although, considering how many of those ships had been small, private yachts? He was starting to have doubts about the ships -actually- being sank as part of the riots and not some big insurance scam.
But that was someone else's concern.
The dragon inhaled deeply, the smell of the sea filling his nostrils as the vast, painful emptiness around his heart slowly began to-
"Podonok!" someone shouted, more than loud enough for Alec to hear from his place high atop the boat. Turning his head, Alec saw... what looked like a walking pile of metal? "What are you the doing?! I am needing that metal!"
"What?!" Alec shouted back as he leaned over some railing the definitely wasn't meant to support his weight.
"Salvage!" the person in the power armor shouted. "I! AM! NEEDING! SALVAGE!"
"What!?" Alec shouted again.
"Cyka blyat!" the person shouted, waving a massive mechanical fist in Alec's direction. "Dolboyov! Idi na hui! Come down here so I can be the kicking of your butthole!"
"What?!" Alec repeated.
"That is the it!" the man shouted. "I am coming to you! Stay put!"
Alec watched, bemused, as the Tinker down below started wading into the water.
That... did not seem like a great idea?
Once the man was about knee deep, Alec just shook his head and snapped his fingers, swapping the massive man with an equal volume of air nearby.
"What?" the man said, his massive frame slowly turning on the boat. "How am... tch!" the giant suit of armor turned towards Alec, steam visibly gusting out of a tank on the back. He raised one hand and pointed a big, bulky finger into the dragon's face. "You! Is rude to be taking all of the boats, dah? You should be the leaving some for the rest of us!"
"I... appre-ci-ate your stance," Alec slowly got out. "What do you need?"
"Metal!" the man shouted as he waved towards his left arm, which hung limply at his side. "Am maintaining super-suit! Need metal for the forging. I come, salvage from boats and make into new!"
"Al-right," Alec agreed with a simple shrug. The dragon raised its claw and snapped his fingers, creating an even dozen shields of glowing yellow light that wrapped themselves along the bottom of the boat. It was an effort of focus and will, but Alec slowly began to turn the boat around and... for lack of a better explanation, he used the shields as platforms to move the small boat he was on back towards the shore.
"...That being all?" the man asked, his already thick accent getting thicker in his confusion. "Am expecting fight, no? We yell, we punch, this is way of things?"
"I don't fight," Alec disagreed as the boat slowly ran aground. "Not ov-er this."
"Mmm..." the man hummed, his warped helmet tilting down towards the ground. "Is wise, yes. Trainwreck would be the wrecking you, hahah!"
Alec said nothing. He didn't need to prove himself, not to some no-name Tinker he couldn't even remember. Though... the dragon did wonder about the man's specialty. He'd have to check and see if it was worth spending a point on.
With a hop, Alec jumped over the railing to land on the rocks below.
"Hey!" a familiar voice shouted out to him from near his van. Looking up, Alec saw Minerva waving at him. Alec waved back, though he did so without much energy as Minerva hurried towards him. "You want some ice-cream? I brought a cone! It's a flavor as dark and bitter as my warped and twisted soul!"
Accepting the cone that the woman held out to him in bemusement, Alec looked down.
"Min-erva?" Alec asked as his eyes moved from the cone, to Mouse Protector, then back to the cone.
"Yeah?"
"This is van-nil-a."
"Uh, yeah? That's what I said! Weren't you listening?" To finish her statement, Minerva took a long lick of her own ice-cream cone, heedless of the fact that it was the tail end of winter.
Alec just chuffed in amusement before he tossed the entire thing into his maw, loudly crunching through the sugar cone.
"So..." Minnie asked between licks of her treat. "Who was that? A friend?"
Listening to Trainwreck curse from overhead as he looked for a way off of the boat, Alec simply shrugged his thin, spindly shoulders.
"...No."
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- Here
I've had friends like that, and I have attempted to NOT be such a friend myself. Haven't always succeeded though, unfortunately.
Chapter 61 Character Sheet
Ability Purchased!
Scrapper 1/40: Reduce a targeted, non-living object into salvage! Higher levels increase the odds of acquiring complex components and high-quality materials as well as reducing the time it takes to deconstruct an item! Focus: 60 SP/Minute. Inventory: Free!
Scrapper 1/40: Reduce a targeted, non-living object into salvage! Higher levels increase the odds of acquiring complex components and high-quality materials as well as reducing the time it takes to deconstruct an item! Focus: 60 SP/Minute. Inventory: Free!
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- Pronouns
- Mr
Aww, is that the end?
Just a random encounter with a random guy, and another reminder that Cauldron is full of monsters and assholes.
Ralyx
Seeking Balance
- Location
- The Realm Between
- Pronouns
- He/Him
Target: Earth.
Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
- Location
- USA
And Legend.
Lopezelpesado
Space worm best worm.
- Pronouns
- Something
Huh, I dont think thats how Trainwreck talks and acts but idk, he seems fun tho.
Minerva and Alec are a fun couple, pretty sure he atleast sees her as a friend. Wonder what he will do when he remembers her canon death.... Maybe the next 9 targets?
Still dont know where alec got that Eidolon vaporized thieves tho.
Minerva and Alec are a fun couple, pretty sure he atleast sees her as a friend. Wonder what he will do when he remembers her canon death.... Maybe the next 9 targets?
Still dont know where alec got that Eidolon vaporized thieves tho.