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Puella Magi Adfligo Vermis (PMAS/Worm) [Dead]

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Aranfan said:
He seemed perfectly fine to Vista. I mean, he was a dick to the parahuman warlord who was spitting in the face of the ideals of his country, but can you blame him?
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What little I remember of Tagg was that he was a walking plottumor due to his excsesive 'hard man making hard decisions' characterization.

And I mean excessive.
 
Onmur said:
What little I remember of Tagg was that he was a walking plottumor due to his excsesive 'hard man making hard decisions' characterization.

And I mean excessive.
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IIRC, he was literally of the opinion that it was fine to die so long as he gave his killer a broken arm. Not someone I'd pick to lead anything that has a direct impact on my life.
 
Tagg had a point, sorta.
Basically in the situation, every normal approach had failed, and they had a choice between either trying for extreme solutions, or accepting a supervillain more or less openly ruling a city and dictating terms to the goverment. They thought the second was unacceptable.

Also cauldron was interested in wether parahuman rule could work out, or if civilization by whatever means could resist, so they allowed such a confrontation to happen.
 
StellarMonarch said:
I'm crossing my fingers and hoping this Sabrina is just a clone.
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A thousand strands of Witch-tainted grief spun about above the ground, suspended in vacuum. They coiled into threads and looped into rings, but my concentration didn't even waver as I focused, pouring my magic and will into every filament.

"is all of this really necessary?" Lisa griped as she watched my craftsmanship.

"Of course it is. What do you take me for, a show-woman?"

"Yes."

I scowled, but honestly, I couldn't work up any heat for it, no anger to burn or bite.

"it is totally necessary! I need to do all of this to make the gate work properly."

"And you expect me to believe that you need a gate in particular?"

"...point," I admitted. With an extension of my power, the ring of grief - now a solid, off-color purple, whirling like a demon crown - began to vibrate as if it were tearing itself apart. Lisa winced.

"It's stable. Don't worry, when I clear out, this stuff will dissipate into non-materiality instantaneously. You're more likely to get bummed-out than get spaghettified from the relativistic effects, or killed by monofilament whiplash, or anything."

"I don't need your spooky reality-warping sludge to feel sad that you're leaving."

"I didn't say that you did," I said. "I'm so glad you admitted that you actually care after all, though! Soon, you'll be wearing your heart on your sleeve, too! Bwahaha!"

"Bite me."

I laughed. "You know I'll come back to visit as soon as I can, right? It shouldn't be very long."

"Unless you get dragged off again. Maybe this you'll have to fix Warhammer 40k, or something."

"What? Don't even joke about that!" I shuddered, twitching a finger as elements came into alignment. "Besides, even if that did happen, you know I'd come back eventually."

"Nah, we both know you'd be stopping off at home for time with your girlfriend first."

"Ah, but if I really have to spend a few years cleaning up a hell-world galaxy, by the time I get back, this multiverse will actually be safe. No Scion, no Endbringers, no S-Class threats, no shards trying to give everyone PTSD. A cornucopia machine and a rejuvenation engine in every city. It would make a nice vacation for me and Mami, to get caught back up."

"What."

"Just think of all of the versions of Earth we could visit within a hop, a skip and a jump of Bet! Back home, we had to use FTL travel and everything, just to get from one habitable planet to another! Here, we can just take a step. Not sideways, exactly, but - you know. Crooked. I bet Mami would love to see that version of Earth with the white cliffs."

Lisa shook her head, lifting her hands to massage her temples. "Oh, Sabrina..."

"Besides, when I'd finally get back, I'm sure that you and Taylor would finally have badgered Panpan into giving you kids, and they'd have grandkids, and then I could spoil them rotten, just like a good grandma is supposed to do!"

"Sabrina-!? You wouldn't even be their grandmother!"

"It's the principle of the thing," I said.

In front of me, the knock-off of Bolder's Ring seemed to jolt still with an impossibly-audible click.

"Ugh, like I said. Show-woman," Lisa said. The words fell flat, though, with my imminent departure. "Stay safe out there, you know?"

"I will," I said solemnly.

"Also, Alec wanted me to 'tell the edgy Sailor Moon reject 'thanks''."

I smiled. "Tell him that he's welcome, if he ever stops crying every time he smells the roses for long enough to hear you talk."

"Uh huh. I'll be sure to pass that along."

I raised my hand one final time in parting, and then stepped through the portal, space bending in the unreal manner of my Labyrinths even before gravity and relativity flung me away.

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"Mami! I'm... home?"

I was pretty shocked when I emerged from the gateway-ring, back into Mami's apartment in Mitakihara City. My magical senses opened up, revealing three nebulous clouds of grief - one Potential in the restroom, and two Magical Girls in the kitchen.

This was shocking, mostly because one of the two Magical Girls in the kitchen was me.

The other me, the one who was already home - she stood next to Mami at the stove, cooking something that smelled absolutely delicious, but I wasn't paying attention, because I was too busy having a small existential crisis. The other me was blinking rapidly at me, as if to clear dust from her eyes.

As soon as our moment of mutual shock was over, both of us reached out to the Grief around us. It was somewhat unusual, cramped and difficult, trying to work where our different areas of control intersected. Like two different people typing at the same computer, it could be done, but it was awkward.

I went straight to the point, shaping motes of grief into tiny letters that only the other me could read, let alone detect: Recognition code 927, I am a Witch.

Seriously? The other me said back, raising an eyebrow. Then she responded in kind. Recognition code 108, I am Dedolere.

Huh, I guess we are each other, I said. And yes, I could just be a mind-reader playing off of your expectations or something, or you could be a mind-reader playing off of my expectations. But if we both know this much about our contingencies and secret backup plans for hypothetical situations - things that we've never told anyone else, and walled up in our own head - and if you haven't done anything obviously out of character as I was gone, then I might as well treat you like myself.

Yes, I figured as much, the other me said, as if this was completely old hat to her. The same to you, by the way.

The same to me? I could be an evil version of you, I said, thinking of my own experiences with Noelle.

Well, sure, you could be my evil twin, the other me said. But if I used that as an excuse to treat you like you're evil, before I even know who you are, that would be obviously out of character, no?

Oh my god, you really are me, I said, a grin creeping up on me. Listen, other-me, you would not believe where I've been.

Oh? This will be good.

Earth Bet, I said. I didn't even get to pick out any CYOA options! I didn't even get to meet my ROB!

Oh, that's just not fair.

I know, right? At least I got to fix-fic. I nuked the stations of canon from orbit, and then... oh man, you should have seen the shipping.

Dragon and Defiant?

You know it.

Skitterpan?

What? No. For a while, I thought things were leaning that way, but then Taylor got together with Lisa.

You sound happy about that. The other me mock-glared at me. Are you some Skittles heretic?

No! Well, yes, maybe I am, but I didn't even set that ship up! It sailed without me.

That's awfully convenient. The other me said, her mock glare transitioning into a sunflower grin.

"Does someone want to tell me what's going on?" Mami said, still stirring the pot of soup that the other me had neglected.

I turned to face Mami.

"Relative-timeline cloning, I think," the other me said, pre-empting my explanation. "Kinda peeved that someone skimmed off a copy of me and put her in another universe without even asking, I suppose - not that I'm any more "real" than she is, you know. But... we can't exactly un-copy or un-fork the two of us, even if we wanted to."

"I can understand that," Mami said, smiling sadly at me. "Has it been a while for you?"

I felt myself tearing up. "Yeah."

And then, suddenly, I found myself getting hugged silly, and it was all I could do to hug Mami back in return.

"I missed you," I said. And suddenly, I was punishingly aware of the other me, observing my reunion with Mami without judgement. "I didn't realize - I didn't realize I was with you all along, Mami. I didn't mean to..."

"Hush," Mami said. "Do you know what this means?"

"Huh?"

"It means there's twice as much Sabrina to go around, now!"

I couldn't help it. I burst out into laughter, not at her, but at myself. I'd worried so much about her without me, and then she'd been alright after all. She was fine, of course she was fine, because I'd been there all along, to take care of her, and she was there all along, to take care of herself.

"I'm so glad to see you again," I said. "Like you wouldn't believe."

The Potential in the restroom emerged, hauling a pile of towels, but I was barely paying attention-

"Does someone want to tell me what's going on?" Mami said. Another Mami, completely separate from the one in my arms; a Mami who was inexplicably no longer a Magical Girl, inexplicably carrying around a bunch of bath towels-

"What."

The other me looked like the cat who had caught the canary, just as pleased as Lisa could ever be, with the juiciest of secrets. "Listen, other-me, you would not believe what you missed."

"What!?"
 
There was a soft pop as a Sabrina emerged into Mami's apartment, clad in bloodied and blue Space Marine armor. Finally, after her time on Bet and in the Grim Darkness of the Far Future, she was home.

She took one look at the cuddle-pile in the living room (one of Mami, six of Sabrina) and the coterie in the kitchen (four of Mami, two of Sabrina), and she sighed.

"Lisa, I just know this is your fault, somehow..."
 
Vebyast said:
Let's see.

There's an argument for just saying "Shaker 12" and moving on, but the problem is that she has significant extra capabilities that cannot be ignored and that you need to warn people about. For example, Shaker 9+ is "Evacuation takes utmost priority", but that's not at all how you have to deal with a hostile Sabrina, because she can fly after you or just laser you even if you escape; staying outside her range only downgrades her from "You're mega-fucked" to "You're fucked". So she's not just a Shaker.

Salient points in a response to a hostile Sabrina:

Capability Response
She is omniscient and omnipotent within her range of influence. Evacuation takes utmost priority. You can't take her, your team can't take her. Call the Triumvirate.
If you're in LoS and you're not Alexandria or Siberian, she can kill you without trouble. Evacuate the combat zone. The only safe way to engage her is from over the horizon with a high-end blaster power or a missile strike. You can't take her. Your team can't take her. Call the Triumvirate. Tinker subrating.
If she's willing to set off launch warning systems she can be anywhere on the planet in a few minutes. Assume that containment is impossible. Notify PRT and Protectorate offices across the country of possible retaliation. You can't take her. Call the Triumvirate. Tinker subrating.
Given half an hour she can build almost anything she wants, including a wide range of conceptual effects. Assume she can pull out effectively anything - extreme complications to plans and massive across-the-board subratings. You can't take her and your team can't take her.
You can't seriously hurt her. You can't kill her period. Assume that standard parahuman abilities will not affect her. Assume that exotic parahuman effects will not affect her. You can't take her and your team can't take her. Call the Triumvirate.
She has bullshit extra senses and information-gathering abilities that apply both inside and outside her range. However, many of them take time to set up. No high-level response, but keep in mind that she probably knows where you are and what you're doing. Tinker subrating.
She loses social-manipulation-type Thinker fights just like any non-Thinker. No counter-Thinker response necessary.
She doesn't do infiltration well enough for it to matter. She can't do ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL. No Master/Strange response necessary.
But now we've run into another problem, because Sabrina caps off most classifications - she has the same "Run and call the Triumvirate" rating from all of Blaster, Brute, and Shaker, and only escapes that advice on Tinker and Mover because they're wacky and not direct threats. Thankfully, we have a model for this type of classification: I think that Sabrina classifies the same way that Eidolon does. She can pull up effectively entire new parahuman powers on a whim, whatever she wants and however she wants, and past "fucking run", all you can get from her classification is "remainder depends on nature of power".

In conclusion, I think that Sabrina's rating is still simple, but not as simple as has been made out: I propose Shaker 12, Tinker 9 (Trump 9). If you're inside her radius you're mega-fucked (Shaker-12). Outside her radius, given even a tiny amount of time to wind up (Tinker 9) she can do almost anything you can imagine (Trump 9 subrating on Tinker).

I don't know why I spent so much time typing this up. >_<
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Mostly good analysis, except on the Tinker aspect. Sabrina isn't a Tinker--her constructs can't leave her 100-meter range, for example, and they're not something Dragon can replicate. Much in the same way that Dauntless doesn't have a Tinker subrating, despite creating unique equipment that can do a variety of fantastical things (slowly, but still).

Sabrina's "Tinker" powers simply fall under the classification of Trump. Sure, it makes some sense to treat her like a Tinker (give her time to create something, and you're in trouble), but at the same time, there are plenty of things Tinkers can do that Sabrina just can't, like set up a trap or device remotely, or build up an arsenal that can be accessed at any time (Sabrina can create a bunch of things, but she'd have to carry all of it around with her everywhere, all the time).

As for her Mover capabilities--this is definitely underestimated. While not a threat in itself, a good Mover rating is a force multiplier. Flying artillery is vastly more threatening than Blasters with no mobility. The ability to outmaneuver your opponents is critical in all forms of combat. Imagine how much less effective Legend or Alexandria would be if they couldn't fly. Indeed, the fact that Eidolon has to dedicate one of his three power slots to a Mover ability all the time is a severe limitation. The fact that Eidolon typically uses a Mover ability, a Brute/defensive ability, and a single offensive ability as his powerset means that he is ultimately hamstrung most of the time. Alexandria already has two of the powers that Eidolon typically uses (but inferior versions of them, no less!), which means that Eidolon is, in practice, way more limited than Sabrina in a straight-up fight.

It's kinda bizarre how Eidolon doesn't have tinkertech power armor with good flight capabilities and durability, so that he can devote his other two power slots to whatever he wants to suit the situation. Perhaps Sabrina can make the suggestion at some point.

Regardless, in practice, in a straight-up fight, Sabrina represents such a massive and versatile threat that you'd need the entire Triumvirate plus Dragon to formulate a reasonable response.

By contrast, Eidolon is in many ways less of a threat in a straight-up fight than Alexandria, since her Brute and Mover abilities will almost always be better than what he can use, and her massive strength gives her plenty of offensive power, while Eidolon's powers take a modest amount of time to ramp up to their full strength. Thus, if you have a power that's sufficiently strong and deadly, you stand a chance of breaking through his defensive power to wound or kill him before he can take you out, while Alexandria basically no-sells everything and can outrun you with ease (and she's apparently immune to most Master effects).
 
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    • I move over to look down at the street below, where Armsmaster's motorcycle washes it out with bright white light. Lung's unconscious form is slowly reverting to fully human, even as Armsmaster approaches him. I can't spot the ABB soldier who caught fire that was intended for me, which hopefully means that he's being brought to a hospital by his buddies.

    My lone sphere of grief has been dissipated into fog, to avoid detection, even as I bring it back to me. I take a moment to repair the hole in my coat, and try to bring my unruly hair into order beneath my hood. First impressions are important, after all, and Armsmaster is the head of the Protectorate East-North-East as well as Dragon's target of affection. A good impression on Armsmaster means a good impression on the Protectorate and the one undeniably good person in this whole world. An AI she might be, but definitely a good person.

    Walking back over toward Taylor, I try to think about what I should be doing here. Everything from fighting Lung to offering Tattletale to help her get free of Coil's control was improvised on the spot. I'm obviously here to help, just like back home.

    Worry for my friends, for Mami, gnaws at my insides. I touch the pendant of my necklace again, feeling the warmth of it. I don't have the time to allow myself to fret about what might be going on. I'll just have to hope that whoever sent me away won't let anything bad happen while I'm fixing everything I can over here. Considering who is most likely behind it, hope seems rather fitting.

    Praise Madokami and pass the ammunition, there's good work to be done. Mind you, the ammunition in question would be kind words, comforting hugs, and reassuring smiles.

    "Armsmaster has a lie detector built into his helmet," I warn Taylor, who looks sharply at me. I shrug, "It's useful for getting information out of people, though I don't think it's admissible in court. Just something to keep in mind, that's all."

    I turn to stand beside Taylor, facing where Armsmaster will most likely come up. Sure enough, a few moments later, the power-armored figure hurtles up onto the rooftop, pulled along by grappling hook. I can't help but smile as I notice his armor is the same shade of blue as my coat normally is. Dark blue, with traces of silver. Loves messing around with gadgets, pushes things too hard, not always the best with people? Stop me if any of this sounds familiar. His mask is an angular visor that covers his eyes and nose, and has all manner of ridiculous tech built into it.

    Though the whole look is undermined by a stylized icon of his mask slapped onto the center of his chest. It's like wearing a shirt with your own face on it, makes it kinda hard to take you seriously. Then again, superhero fashions have always been more than a little silly.

    "You gonna fight me?" he calls out to us, halberd held at the ready in case we are.

    "Nope!" I say with a pop, "We're good guys. Brand new, first night out, no cape names picked, but we're good guys. Girls. Whatever. Don't mind the costumes, you know how teenagers are -- dark and edgy is cool. My friend here controls bugs, and I can only imagine how hard it must be to figure out a costume and name that fits her powers and can be taken seriously while not seeming villainous. PR friendly it ain't."

    There's an awkward pause as Armsmaster waits for his lie detector to finish processing, ending with him flatly announcing, "You're telling the truth."

    "I'm glad we agree," I reply, cheerfully missing the point, "With the requirements she was working with, I think her costume is pretty cool. Definitely the sort you can just picture taking down Lung with nothing but bug bites and pepper spray, don't you think?" I gesture at Taylor, whose body language looks more than a little embarrassed. I think it's the good sort of embarrassment, though. Hopefully.

    Armsmaster stares at me for another moment, while I gesture minutely with my head tilting toward Taylor. Come on, pick up the hint you big doofus, you're a hero, help me help someone.

    After a moment, he turns to look at Taylor, who seems to shrink in on herself, "It's a very effective costume for a lone hero. You took out Lung?"

    Taylor straightens a bit and nods, "I had help, though."

    I wave it off, "If I hadn't been here tonight, you would still have kicked his scaly butt. All I did was distract him while you did all the real work. Lung's regeneration doesn't work as well against toxins, after all."

    "How do you know that?" Armsmaster interrupts.

    I think for a moment about how much I should tell him, before smiling, and answering, "I happen to know a lot of things that I shouldn't be able to know," I shrug nonchalantly, "It's a gift."

    Taylor looks over at me for a moment, probably wondering if I know things about her. Sadly, I do know about her. Quite a bit, in fact. Taylor, Skitter, Weaver, Khepri. I silently promise myself that I won't let it get that bad.

    Armsmaster nods, "Have either of you considered the Ward program?"

    "I've considered it before," Taylor answers, slowly and visibly uncomfortable, "I don't think it's for me."

    Turning down one of the heroes she adored as a child can't be easy. Fact is, she's right. She shouldn't join the Wards, but not for the reasons she thinks: she's doing it because her former best-friend has torn her down so much over the past year and a half that she fully expects the Wards to bully her too. But considering Sophia Hess, one of the girls most responsible for the personal hell that is Taylor's school life, also happens to be Shadow Stalker, a member of the Wards?

    No. I make a rather sour, disgruntled noise that's only half faked.

    "Dealing with a bunch of strangers who I'm expected to get along with, despite having no choice but to work together, regular conflicts with idiots who think they have a right to hurt people just because they can, all while adults tell us what to do and when to do it? Sounds a bit too much like high school to me," I reply.

    Can't very well save the world if I'm busy going to school and attending PR events, all while bureaucrats try to chain me down with red tape designed with the express intent of limiting how much of an impact I can have on the world, now can I?

    If Armsmaster is surprised by our refusal, I can't see it. Instead he simply plows ahead, "What the two of you have done here tonight is spectacular. You played a part in getting a major villain into custody."

    Wait, is he reading from a script, or is he just that predictable? In a world where I wasn't here, he would have said very nearly the same thing. I amuse myself for a moment by imagining Armsmaster writing up a program to help him deal with talking to people. Actually, now that I think about it, he's not being quite as short with us as he would have been with just Taylor. Maybe he's putting more effort into the conversation since there's two of us?

    "But you need to consider the consequences."

    I tilt my head, which considering my mask must look like a very avian gesture, "You're talking about reprisals from the ABB for taking out their boss. From the gang, and from Oni Lee and Bakuda, the bomb tinker."

    Because if there's a pair of people you don't want to have as enemies, it's a woman who can build exotic sci-fi style bombs and a relentless ego working with someone who can act as a teleporting serial suicide bomber. On his own, Oni Lee wouldn't have the initiative to cause trouble, but Bakuda? Her first appearance on the cape scene was a terror campaign against her university, and if I don't throw a few spanners in the works, in under a week she would begin a similar campaign across the city, while conscripting people by implanting bombs in their heads. It would have resulted in the heroes and villains of the city setting aside their differences to take her out.

    "Yes," Armsmaster nods, "These are very capable, very dangerous people, who will be looking to free their boss and get revenge on those responsible for his capture."

    I already know where Armsmaster is taking this, so I play into it, "You're saying we shouldn't take the credit for taking down Lung, aren't you?"

    Out of the corner of my eye, I can see Taylor slump. I know her school life, the same way I know what Armsmaster wants: when bullies regularly deride and destroy her work, the thought of having her work stolen, just like that, can't be pleasant.

    "I'm saying you have two options. Option one is to keep your heads down, avoid drawing attention to yourselves. Don't take the credit, and let the Oni Lee and Bakuda come after me. Option two is to join the Wards, where we can support and protect you in the event of an altercation."

    And there it is. If we don't go with one of those options, the ABB will kill us. It's even true, from Armsmaster's point of view, given that he doesn't know exactly what we do. An entire gang with two experienced parahumans at their head against two teenage girls? Not exactly an even fight. It's a perfectly reasonable thing to say. On the other hand... Armsmaster is driven. Driven to be better, driven to succeed, driven to excel. And I know he's recently run into a wall in terms of self-improvement. A big win here could see him receive an increase in his tinkering budget and more clout among his fellow heroes, things that can help him eke out a bit more efficiency in his heroism. The naked self-interest is, after all, clear as day.

    It's the same mindset that would a month from now see him betray the fundamental agreement that underlies cape society, the Endbringer Truce that allows heroes and villains to fight side by side when one of the three apocalyptic horrors of this world shows up to destroy a city. Armsmaster has the best of intentions. It's just a shame about all the people in the way.

    I've been on the other side of that struggle before. And seeing someone else succumb...

    "And it just so happens that our only options either get you the brownie points for bagging Lung, or for recruiting the ones who actually did it," I spit at him. The words come vicious, hot and angry from familiarity.

    Just as quickly, the anger fades, and I slump, tired. I raise my hand, just as Armsmaster stiffens and opens his mouth to launch into a rebuttal, "Sorry, that was uncalled for. It's not like you can assign bodyguards to an independent hero 24/7. They wouldn't be that much help, and the hero wouldn't really be independent after that, would they?"

    He nods curtly at me, "Independent heroes have a higher mortality rate than Protectorate heroes for a reason, and independent teenage heroes are at even more risk. I would make the same recommendation even if I was the leader of another team."

    I nod, and then look at Taylor, "It's your call. You're the one who brought him down, after all."

    Taylor looks at me for a long moment, then turns to Armsmaster, silent almost long enough for it to be awkward.

    "Please keep my involvement in Lung's capture a secret," she tells him, clearly disappointed.

    "Look on the bright side," I say, trying to cheer her up, "Having the head of the local Protectorate owe you a favor? That's still a heck of a thing to pull your first night as a cape!"

    Taylor just looks at me, her posture stiff, and nods slowly, "I suppose it is."

    Armsmaster has a somewhat sour look on his face as he turns to walk back over to the edge of the roof, "Call me at the PHQ if you're ever in a pinch."

    "Oh, make sure Lung's properly treated for the stings and bites all having a full venom load," I call out to Armsmaster, "Especially if whatever tranquilizer you've hit him with impedes his regeneration. The city needs you at the forefront of the Protectorate, not benched because of an inquiry."

    "Noted," comes Armsmaster's clipped reply. He doesn't turn back before he steps off the edge of the roof and drops out of sight.

    Maybe I shouldn't have called attention to the favor, but Armsmaster should repay Taylor for giving him the credit on this.

    A few moments later, I can hear the dull roar of Armsmaster's motorcycle, as he takes Lung off to Protectorate Headquarters to await his truck to the Birdcage. Hopefully without a break-out before then.

    I sigh and turn toward Taylor, only to find that she's staring at me.

    "What is it?"

    "You didn't tell Armsmaster about the other villains," Taylor says almost accusingly, "And you've been claiming we're friends. Why?"

    'Oh, Taylor,' I think sadly.

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    Taylor has trust issues. She has a good reason to have them, but she still has them.

    Once again, posted with thanks to my beta-reader, @Firnagzen, without whom this story not only would be much lower in quality, but also wouldn't exist. (Note that just because Firnagzen is beta-reading this story, that doesn't mean anything in here has any bearing on PMAS.)
     
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    • Woooo, so happy to see an update! Firnagzen as beta sorta makes me more hopeful this'll continue as well because I'm excited to see what Sabrina will do in this setting. Worm fics are always iffy business for me since Taylor's such a determinator and in canon the world kinda revolved around her, she was at the forefront of everything. If it was written less skilfully and we weren't repeatedly shown her being shat on I'd probably just write her off as a Mary Sue. That said, it's hard to fit a different protagonist into the story without making Taylor less than she was and doing so can easily end up looking like bashing. Sabrina is probably one of the few character's bullshit enough for me to actually expect this to work out. Not sure where you plan to take this but Sabrina managed to friendship Akemi Homura into submission so I can't wait to see the magical storm of compassion and understanding she hits Taylor and Earth Bet with.
     
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    We'll saying they're friends seems a bit premature. They may have fought a dragon together, which is a good start, but they'll need a bit more time together before I'd call them friends.

    Not that Sabrina will let Taylor get away so easily. Prepare to get befriended.
     
    universalperson said:
    One of Sabrina's character flaws is that sometimes she thinks she knows better than other people and doesn't take their feelings into account.

    Admittedly, she often does know better but still.
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    Its a trait that can be seen as condescending to those on the other end of it though. That and its a mistake she has difficulty not repeating.
     
    Solacen said:
    Its a trait that can be seen as condescending to those on the other end of it though. That and its a mistake she has difficulty not repeating.
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    Well... yeah. Hence why universalperson described it as a character flaw rather than a character trait.
     
    On an unrelated note i wonder what the PRT will label Sabrina as when Armsy gets back to the PRT. He didnt see her use her magic and i cant imagine any of her attacks would have left traces on the body besides broken bones and holes from a mysterious projectile.
     
    Sabrina could point out Taylor knows her face and name as a peace offering sorta.
    I'm looking forward to seeing Sabrina become a ray of sunshine to Panpan and deal with her sass or is it hostility?
     
    The amusing thing is how everyone's so socially inept, Sabrina managed to drive the conversation the whole time.

    Of course, she had metaknowledge to help her, but still...
     
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