How to Beat Fried Worms
Disclaimer: Worm is owned by Wildbow because nobody else wants it.
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Chapter 88: Faith
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Following the woman, Nearen, Alec recalled, through the prison was an eye opening experience. One that Alec knew was going to be bad, but...
The Birdcage was stomach turning. There wasn't any casual torture going on through the halls, thankfully, but there were... remains. Sometimes literally, as was the case of one cell block they passed where the entryway was ringed with skulls covered in warped, handshaped marks atop the skull caps.
Acid burns.
Nearen led Alec up several sets of stairs, the prison's conditions getting worse and worse the higher they went, until she took a turn into a cell block. They passed by people that were actively trading and bartering, arguing the comparative value of clothing against what looked like blocks of dry ramen, and hurried towards a single cell in particular.
A man sat on the bed in the room, situated next to a gaping hole in the wall. Old and balding, he wore a pair of glasses that had been broken a number of times in the past and one hand was slightly bent askew.
Neuralis, a serial rapist. His power had two main aspects to it: He could induce crippling migraines in people that were close to him and then he could track down anyone that was currently suffering from said migraines.
Following Nearen through the hole in the wall, Alec saw the other door guardian; Rat.
She was a massive figure and a very unfortunate story. The woman was topless with long, mangy hair the color of filth and, from the waist down, she had the body of... a rat. The woman was a literal centaur with a rat taking the place of a horse.
And, although she started sniffing at the air as Alec walked by her, Rat didn't really pay him any mind. For all that her nose was telling her something was wrong, the woman still relied on her eyes and those, those followed Alec's will instead of hers.
Her story was rather short and simple: She'd triggered, killed her family, eaten her family, went after the neighbor's dog, then she went after her neighbors and then just about died when she'd tried hunting after another neighbor, old lady Jenkins, who kept a loaded shotgun next to her bed.
Cannibalism was an unfortunately common theme in Wildbow's Parahuman series. Alec didn't know if a predilection for the behavior was a sought-after criteria for the Shards or if the Shards were bleeding across the connection.
After all, they were a species that would happily consume one another outside of very specific circumstances. Such was how they won the armsrace of evolution on their home planet against their lesser selves.
Idly, Alec was left wondering what a Shard would taste like. And what the best way to cook one might be. He doubted they'd be any good considering they looked like they were based on some kind of silicate mold entity but, well... maybe they'd taste like mushrooms?
A little oil and salt, they'd probably be pretty good, actually.
Alec kept an eye on Nearen as they started working their way through the women's cell blocks but, at the same time, he'd opened his game menu.
He had three ability points left and, aside from one or two very specific people, he didn't actually intend on fighting any of the inmates. He would if he needed to but, if not?
Why would he? The few powers he still wanted, he could just -buy-.
Thankfully, Nearen had slowed down after escaping the men's section so Alec didn't need to struggle to sift through the two-hundred some odd entries that were in range.
Stepping over a tail covered in eyes, Alec made his first selection-
Crafting Specialty acquired-
Gunwyrm 1/40: Velocity equals distance over time! Add your levels in Gunwyrm to all appropriate skills when crafting, repairing or modifying all forms of firearms!
Following Nearen up a set of stairs, Alec had to hop over a series of crawling knives. Each blade screamed, quietly, but screamed all the same. On the very end was the eponymous Omega symbol used by Cauldron.
Karver wasn't initially assumed to have even been a person. At first, police thought that Karver was the implement used to murder a number of people. Typically the homeless that had been found near train yards. Then, after about ten 'knives' had been collected and collated, they'd become animated and the police discovered that Karver was, 1: Alive and B: Hostile.
Alec didn't know how aware or intelligent the Case 53 was, honestly. Or how big it actually was. From time to time, more pieces were still being discovered and sent into the Birdcage alongside regular food deliveries.
An Ability has been acquired!
Phantom Force has been Upgraded!
Phantom Force has become Wraith King!
Wraith King 25/40: Create a ghostly duplicate of yourself to perform additional actions! (Limit: 1 duplicate. At level 10, creates two duplicates, with an additional duplicate per five levels afterwards. Duration: 2 Minutes per Level) Cost: 25 SP
Upgrade! Create twice as many phantoms at a time!
Upgrade! You can now freely switch places with any active Phantom!
Upgrade! Phantoms now have an SP Pool equal to (25%) of your own and can use Abilities at (25%) strength!
Watching Nearen dip into Cell Block C, Alec followed at a sedate pace.
The cell block was... cleaner, if not by much. There weren't any bones or gorey displays, at least, and Alec would take whatever he could get, really.
Nearen hurried her way to a tall, bulky woman with blond hair and a face that would have, generously, been called handsome in the foggy, distant past. She was situated in a chair sitting directly in front of the first working television Alec had seen all day.
He honestly wondered how many Tinkers had to die to keep that thing safe.
"Lustrum!" Nearen urgently whispered. "Lusty! I got-"
Rather than listen, Lustrum raised one hand, one finger held out, and Nearen went silent.
Nobody interrupted momma while her soaps were on.
Looking around, Alec noted a number of other women that were watching the television as well. Some appeared perfectly normal whilst others had more obvious power expressions. The woman whose arms were about twice as long as normal certainly stood out, as did the one that had a shimmering field of metal flowing around her head instead of hair.
"Move, if you would," a strange voice, one made up of dozens of broken sounds, quietly asked. Alec, without thinking, took a step to the side and allowed a small, blond girl to pass. She turned to regard him curiously with a pair of eyes the same dark green as pine needles in spring. She quirked her lips up, slightly, and something shifted in the blackened shroud of her modified prison uniform. "You... do not belong here, I do not think."
Like a shot, the numerous women around the room rose from their seats, their eyes darting wildly around the room at the Fairy Queen's quiet declaration.
"I was invited," Alec told the small woman. "I've come seeking information and I've brought goods to barter."
"What the-!" Lustrum shouted as she glared... just above where Alec was actually standing. "You think you can just break in here and-!"
Alec tapped his suit jacket, sending it to his inventory and finally drawing the focused attention of the numerous bloodthirsty women around him. He locked eyes with Lustrum as the woman stomped up to him, light surrounding her form-
"Go take a nap," Alec said, power thrumming in his voice. "You'll feel better in the morning."
"...How crude," the Fairy Queen commented as Lustrum, glassy-eyed, turned away and began to shuffle back to her chair. Her cohort, thrown off by their leader's sudden change, glanced nervously between each other, then to him.
"Perhaps," Alec agreed as he focused his full attention on Ciara. "But, when handling a nail, a hammer is the best of tools."
"...This is so," Ciara agreed after a moment spent debating the statement. "For what reason are you here, Empty One?"
"I was invited," Alec explained. Around the room, the various women nervously took their seats as Lustrum began to doze off. His lack of hostility and the presence of Glaistig Uaine probably had them convinced that discretion was the better part of valor. "The Warden knows of several children having been born within her prison, the ones that still live, and wants them extracted. She wants them to have a chance to play in the grass and feel the sun's kiss upon their faces."
Ciara looked up, her green eyes meeting Alec's yellow ones, and she debated his words for a long, long moment.
"...What you seek is valuable indeed, Empty One," Ciara finally said. "What baubles and fineries have you to trade for such knowledge?"
"Books," Alec said as he reached into his inventory to bring out the stack of trashy romance novels he'd read in between gaming sessions. "And, something I'm sure you'll enjoy..."
Reaching into his inventory, Alec came back with a stack of chocolate bars in one hand-
And the chestplate, containing most of Alan Gramme's brain, in the other.
"Oh?" the Fairy Queen mumbled, quiet surprise in her voice as she reached out to touch Mannequin's remains. A new shadow appeared behind her and, to the side, Alec noted a new entry appear in the Abilities menu. One he was quick to grab-
Crafting Specialty acquired!
Environmental Engineer 1/40: When altering or creating landscapes, enclosures or environments add the level of Environmental Engineer to all appropriate skill checks.
"...Very well," Ciara said, nodding as she made up her mind. "Your tribute is accepted, Empty One. You will find the children you seek..."
Alec listened, a notepad in hand as the Fairy Queen told him the locations of the children within the Birdcage.
Information in hand, the mage bid the delusional girl farewell as he put his suit jacket back on and left the viper's den.
With the hard part out of the way, the rest would hopefully move right along.
Hopefully.
Alec somehow doubted that would be the case, however.