Just drop it, you aren't really going anywhere and just complaining for the sake of complaining at this point.
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Lopezelpesado
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That aint a picture of Vicky so false.
I literally dropped it, someone else brought it back up, heck I even just said it doesnt matter anymore.
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Nah, Batman Stealth is real stealth with a side of "shit, that's The Bat. I saw nothing." Malfean Stealth is anywhere from "the room cannot be said to be dirty if the room does not exist" levels of killing off witnesses, to "YOU NO SEE KROG" levels of of intimidation-stealth.
Someone hasn't seen the mystery of the batwoman film.
Lopezelpesado
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I can never take batman stealth seriously after watching this video
View: https://youtu.be/fxf75LxaGfI?si=N8oZQUztqwcceVHz
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so waht are we calling it? 'The Spray of Sense Comon'?
Eaue de Comon Scents. The Punnish recipe. Smells for a good reason.
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Worm 87
How to Beat Fried Worms
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow because nobody else wants it.
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Chapter 87: Faith
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Looking around the dim, depressing halls of the Birdcage, Alec had to suppress a shudder.
There were exposed wires in places where panels had been torn from the walls, stains dotted the dark, forbidding corners and quite a few of the deeply recessed lights didn't work.
Given that there was no way out, officially, there was no way for Dragon to send in a repair crew. And the number of Tinkers in the Birdcage meant that throwing tools and supplies into it would end in disaster.
The fact that the facility had survived more than a few years was a testament to the fear and caution of the inmates. They knew that death and death alone waited for them beyond the walls. Inside, at least, there was a one in three chance of survival.
The man paused momentarily as he neared the exit of the cell block. By the large door leading out, ripped from its track and tossed haphazardly aside where it'd collected dust for countless years, was an absolutely massive wall of metal. Nearly three meters tall, it hunched over and looked in his general direction. Seated deeply within a hollow spot near the top, a single giant eye, jaundiced and bloodshot, rotated as it tried to see him.
9-Iron, a monstrous cape- One of many, within the confines of the cage- that was contained within the prison after his trigger had turned him into a metallovore and he'd gone on a rampage in California. Thirty people had died as he'd consumed every scrap of metal he could find, from cars and their various parts to titanium implants inside of people. He'd been captured when a cape named 'Starburst' had, well... melted him.
The slab was still alive afterwards, if largely immobilized, but he seemed to have become biologically immortal. Immune to most forms of harm or damage that couldn't break apart the massive, metal shell he'd turned into.
As far as door guards went, 9-Iron was a solid choice. Immune to acid, immune to being charmed by anything less than an actual Master effect and, hopefully, too stupid to broker a deal with Teacher.
The last one would have been a gamble on Marquis's part. There was no guarantee that the Thinker, Tinker or Master power Teacher granted would be obvious.
Alec slid around the abominable cape, making very certain to avoid touching him.
The 'central' region was no less decrepit than Marquis's prison block, Block W, according to a painted mark overtop the door he'd just left.
Were the women's blocks in the A through M range? Or were they arranged in a odds and evens pattern?
Alec was not too proud to admit that he desperately could have used a guide. And it hadn't been pride that saw him rejecting Marquis when the man offered his assistance.
It was trust, and the lack there of.
Marquis could be trusted with Amy. The man had given up his freedom for her safety, he'd longed to know she was safe and well. But could he be trusted to honestly show Alec the path he needed to travel, to keep himself contained in the face of potential freedom from a lifetime in Hell?
Perhaps. But it was not something Alec wanted to test. There was no wisdom in letting a condemned man see the illusion of freedom.
Just temptation, and all the evils that it brings.
Alec looked around, carefully listening as other prisoners traveled about. Some were bartering with what looked like food bars. Some were playing cards, seated on the strange, ceramic floor. One was a woman, seated on the ceiling and reading a book.
No easy answers, then.
The mage leaned forward, against a railing that let him look over the lower levels. Craning his head up, he could also see the upper levels.
Blocks? Grids? And divided in half.
Alec quietly sighed. If he wanted to follow the setting of Worm, he'd find the nearest person that looked like they had a clue and get violent. And, when that didn't work, he'd keep on going. Ripping and tearing his way through the prison until something stopped him or until he was done.
But he didn't want to do that. And, knowing that was the sort of direction that this reality wanted him to tread, he didn't -have- to do that. It was the same awareness, the cognition of the patterns that reality followed, that had let him subvert Dragon's little test. It was through doing something unexpected, that didn't drop into Grimderp that had let Alec recover from Panacea coming into contact with Shaper without making a colossal mess of things.
"'Ey!" Alec, instead, chose the less direct route. By shouting at the woman sitting on the ceiling. "Hey!"
"What!?" she shouted back, looking down at him.
"Got somethin'!" Alec shouted up at her, aware that those two words had set dozens of eyes upon him. "Somethin' new! Who do I gotta talk to to get a little pussy in here!"
"The fuck makes you think I know?!" the woman yelled back at him.
"Shit, bitch! Here I thought you was a woman! You let Teacher's little bunch of fuck-ups turn your dick inside out?"
With a flip, the woman dropped down from the ceiling and approached Alec with clear hostility. She squared up on him, glaring up and into where she thought his eyes were.
"...The fuck you want?" she hissed.
In response, Alec held out his hand and withdrew one of the books he'd brought with him from his old apartment that he'd been keeping in his van. One of the trashy romance novels with a barely re-skinned Alexandria falling head over heels in love with the small, feeble Thinker.
"Word in my old hometown? Lustrum worked her way through the whole damn football team," Alec said, making shit up as he went. "I want to find out if she was that damn good, or if they were that damn drunk."
The woman snorted, her attitude doing a full one eighty as she smiled up to him, an ugly grin that was all teeth.
"It's gonna cost you more 'n just one book," the woman said, her rancid breath washing over Alec's face. "A whole lot more."
In response, Alec held up his hand with the book in it and flexed his fingers, revealing another one titled 'Part Three'.
"You want the full trilogy?" Alec asked in a menacing whisper as he shoved the third book into the woman's arms. "I want an audience."
Alec enjoyed watching the variety of emotions flicker across the woman's face. Confusion, anger, doubt...
Greed.
The man slipped the first book back into his inventory as the woman backed off, her new book held tightly to her chest before she took off running.
In a prison with no access to the outside world? Where everything from food, water, cigarettes and books were doled out by Dragon's unseen hand? Where better rations were withheld until the prisoners did as the warden wanted?
Any kind of entertainment that was new, that wasn't just fucking or fighting? It was worth its weight in gold. And Alec was willing to follow his new informant to the treasury.
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow because nobody else wants it.
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Chapter 87: Faith
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Looking around the dim, depressing halls of the Birdcage, Alec had to suppress a shudder.
There were exposed wires in places where panels had been torn from the walls, stains dotted the dark, forbidding corners and quite a few of the deeply recessed lights didn't work.
Given that there was no way out, officially, there was no way for Dragon to send in a repair crew. And the number of Tinkers in the Birdcage meant that throwing tools and supplies into it would end in disaster.
The fact that the facility had survived more than a few years was a testament to the fear and caution of the inmates. They knew that death and death alone waited for them beyond the walls. Inside, at least, there was a one in three chance of survival.
The man paused momentarily as he neared the exit of the cell block. By the large door leading out, ripped from its track and tossed haphazardly aside where it'd collected dust for countless years, was an absolutely massive wall of metal. Nearly three meters tall, it hunched over and looked in his general direction. Seated deeply within a hollow spot near the top, a single giant eye, jaundiced and bloodshot, rotated as it tried to see him.
9-Iron, a monstrous cape- One of many, within the confines of the cage- that was contained within the prison after his trigger had turned him into a metallovore and he'd gone on a rampage in California. Thirty people had died as he'd consumed every scrap of metal he could find, from cars and their various parts to titanium implants inside of people. He'd been captured when a cape named 'Starburst' had, well... melted him.
The slab was still alive afterwards, if largely immobilized, but he seemed to have become biologically immortal. Immune to most forms of harm or damage that couldn't break apart the massive, metal shell he'd turned into.
As far as door guards went, 9-Iron was a solid choice. Immune to acid, immune to being charmed by anything less than an actual Master effect and, hopefully, too stupid to broker a deal with Teacher.
The last one would have been a gamble on Marquis's part. There was no guarantee that the Thinker, Tinker or Master power Teacher granted would be obvious.
Alec slid around the abominable cape, making very certain to avoid touching him.
The 'central' region was no less decrepit than Marquis's prison block, Block W, according to a painted mark overtop the door he'd just left.
Were the women's blocks in the A through M range? Or were they arranged in a odds and evens pattern?
Alec was not too proud to admit that he desperately could have used a guide. And it hadn't been pride that saw him rejecting Marquis when the man offered his assistance.
It was trust, and the lack there of.
Marquis could be trusted with Amy. The man had given up his freedom for her safety, he'd longed to know she was safe and well. But could he be trusted to honestly show Alec the path he needed to travel, to keep himself contained in the face of potential freedom from a lifetime in Hell?
Perhaps. But it was not something Alec wanted to test. There was no wisdom in letting a condemned man see the illusion of freedom.
Just temptation, and all the evils that it brings.
Alec looked around, carefully listening as other prisoners traveled about. Some were bartering with what looked like food bars. Some were playing cards, seated on the strange, ceramic floor. One was a woman, seated on the ceiling and reading a book.
No easy answers, then.
The mage leaned forward, against a railing that let him look over the lower levels. Craning his head up, he could also see the upper levels.
Blocks? Grids? And divided in half.
Alec quietly sighed. If he wanted to follow the setting of Worm, he'd find the nearest person that looked like they had a clue and get violent. And, when that didn't work, he'd keep on going. Ripping and tearing his way through the prison until something stopped him or until he was done.
But he didn't want to do that. And, knowing that was the sort of direction that this reality wanted him to tread, he didn't -have- to do that. It was the same awareness, the cognition of the patterns that reality followed, that had let him subvert Dragon's little test. It was through doing something unexpected, that didn't drop into Grimderp that had let Alec recover from Panacea coming into contact with Shaper without making a colossal mess of things.
"'Ey!" Alec, instead, chose the less direct route. By shouting at the woman sitting on the ceiling. "Hey!"
"What!?" she shouted back, looking down at him.
"Got somethin'!" Alec shouted up at her, aware that those two words had set dozens of eyes upon him. "Somethin' new! Who do I gotta talk to to get a little pussy in here!"
"The fuck makes you think I know?!" the woman yelled back at him.
"Shit, bitch! Here I thought you was a woman! You let Teacher's little bunch of fuck-ups turn your dick inside out?"
With a flip, the woman dropped down from the ceiling and approached Alec with clear hostility. She squared up on him, glaring up and into where she thought his eyes were.
"...The fuck you want?" she hissed.
In response, Alec held out his hand and withdrew one of the books he'd brought with him from his old apartment that he'd been keeping in his van. One of the trashy romance novels with a barely re-skinned Alexandria falling head over heels in love with the small, feeble Thinker.
"Word in my old hometown? Lustrum worked her way through the whole damn football team," Alec said, making shit up as he went. "I want to find out if she was that damn good, or if they were that damn drunk."
The woman snorted, her attitude doing a full one eighty as she smiled up to him, an ugly grin that was all teeth.
"It's gonna cost you more 'n just one book," the woman said, her rancid breath washing over Alec's face. "A whole lot more."
In response, Alec held up his hand with the book in it and flexed his fingers, revealing another one titled 'Part Three'.
"You want the full trilogy?" Alec asked in a menacing whisper as he shoved the third book into the woman's arms. "I want an audience."
Alec enjoyed watching the variety of emotions flicker across the woman's face. Confusion, anger, doubt...
Greed.
The man slipped the first book back into his inventory as the woman backed off, her new book held tightly to her chest before she took off running.
In a prison with no access to the outside world? Where everything from food, water, cigarettes and books were doled out by Dragon's unseen hand? Where better rations were withheld until the prisoners did as the warden wanted?
Any kind of entertainment that was new, that wasn't just fucking or fighting? It was worth its weight in gold. And Alec was willing to follow his new informant to the treasury.
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Damn it, Worm sucks even when trying to fix the stupid place.
If you had really dropped it you wouldn't have responded to them!
Alec Mist: Alright, that's another step on my checklist. Let's see what's left.
Step 1: Break into prison
Step 2: Talk shit
Step 3: ???
Step 4: Profit!
Alec Mist: Oh yeah, it's all coming together.
Step 1: Break into prison
Step 2: Talk shit
Step 3: ???
Step 4: Profit!
Alec Mist: Oh yeah, it's all coming together.
Travisplo
The Necromonsieur
Nice explanation for the spray bottle thing. Purposefully subverting the world-narrative as an outsider.
Looks more like it's the OCS- the Out of Context Spritz.
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Lycanthromancer
The Arcane Fuzz
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Should be 'tread'.
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maybe he is in his quadruped form, troting about
Lycanthromancer
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Then it should be 'trot'.
Lopezelpesado
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How sad that this is worth a lot inside the birdcage.
...also am I the only one who thinks birdcage is a terrible name for the place? I would not describe its inmates on the same threat level as a bird.
Its original tho I'll give the name that.
Edit: What about naming it Pandora's box? That feels like a fitting name.
Just drop it, you aren't really going anywhere and just complaining for the sake of complaining at this point.
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"Where she thought his eyes were"?
Why wouldn't she know where Alec's eyes were?
Alec: "A-hem! My eyes are up here."
Female inmate: (ogling Alec's buff bod)
Female inmate: (lewd)
"...uh-huh, I'm sure they are..."
Lopezelpesado
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"Where she thought his eyes were"?
Why wouldn't she know where Alec's eyes were?
Alec: "A-hem! My eyes are up here."
Female inmate: (ogling Alec's buff bod)
Female inmate: (lewd)
Is Alec buff? I dont remember if we have gotten a description of the guy.
Czlyydwr Llrngwl
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Should it? "trod" is the past tense while "tread" is present, but you only quoted the one word so I'm genuinely uncertain.
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Pandora's Box is its opposite, having released all the other evils of the world so only hope was left inside, while hope is the one evil the Birdcage lacks.
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Lycanthromancer
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There was only one instance in the chapter.
Should be 'tread' there (which has already been fixed).
Lopezelpesado
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But before being open it kinda fits.
After all it contains all of the worlds evil, but Cauldron keeps it around in hopes of defeating Zion.
Atleast thats what went in my head when the name popped in it.
"Where she thought his eyes were"?
Why wouldn't she know where Alec's eyes were?
Alec: "A-hem! My eyes are up here."
Female inmate: (ogling Alec's buff bod)
Female inmate: (lewd)
I believe Alec is still wearing that suit that messes with people's perception.
In other news, I completely forgot about the whole thing where different realities try to enforce a certain narrative on the events and people of the world.
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i remmber a scene in the back of my mind where someone without knoledge was treaten with it
PRT: we will send you to the birdcage!
SI: oh, how scary a box made of thin wires, how shall i ever cope
PRT:... oh wow, you really are from another dimension
my favorite superhero prison is marvel's big house
is a scale model prison where they shrink super villains, it's like solar opposites The Wall
Big House
4 appearance(s) of Big House 2 appearance(s) in handbook(s) of Big House 5 mention(s) of Big House 9 image(s) of Big House 1 item(s) used/owned by Big House
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Lycanthromancer
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I wonder how Al would find a vacation in the Dragon Ball 'verse. He wouldn't care about the dragon balls themselves, since he can grant wishes, too, and he could easily give the main cast a number of magic items to make their reasons for gathering the balls pointless. There are several years (occasionally decades) between some of the arcs, so he'd have plenty of time to mess around. He could learn tech from the Briefs family, and if he wanted some excitement, he could train with the main cast. Maybe teach the humans some magic to keep them relevant (including Bulma) so he wouldn't have to fight when the plot happens.
Plus, Kary and (especially) Yuffie could get a lot out of messing about with the Z fighters (and Roshi).
Plus, Kary and (especially) Yuffie could get a lot out of messing about with the Z fighters (and Roshi).