Have an average length post, closer to deadline.

I recommend not drinking anything while reading, nor am I responsible for any damage done to your keyboard or monitor if you do.

Enjoy!
I daresay this would have been more effective if your disclaimer was posted before the humour. As it is, it was too late... luckily I wasn't aimed at my keyboard at the time.
 
"At the moment, Taylor," he said, taking a pause, "your powers are being granted to you by my Lord and his sister. Part of my job is to teach you how to develop your own arcane spells, instead of relying on their power all the time. You will probably find this both incredibly frustrating yet easy, because you have something to examine to see how it works, so you can fashion your own version.
Time out!

Since when do gods get involved with granting 'arcane' spells?
With the possible exception of specific spells that are tied to their Domains, as in that one D&D novel.

Especially when these are spells that are from the bloodline.
 
Time out!

Since when do gods get involved with granting 'arcane' spells?
With the possible exception of specific spells that are tied to their Domains, as in that one D&D novel.

Especially when these are spells that are from the bloodline.
Taylor's knowledge of any arcane magic is granted to her via Bahamut and Tiamat; This is just the first steps toward her magic being totally her own. Right now, it's limited to a few cantrips, and a couple first level spells.
 
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Some were grumbling about being called minions, others about being called stupid.

You work for a racist organisation that uses you as grunts, and you decided to stick around after your prospective victim no-selled several hits from a baseball bat. You have absolutely no room to complain.
Long after his mistress had walked away, Hunts-the-Ice was sniffing around the sleeping members of the Empire 88. Not good enough for food, he thought to himself, they smell rotten. If they were beneath the notice of the queen of dragons, then they were beneath his notice.

He displayed his disdain by pissing on them.

Good boy!
"You are even more insane than usual tonight," Battery muttered.

Considering you bought your power from an organisation that rules the world from the shadows (somewhat badly one could say) your disbelief should have proper support for its suspenders.
think those fractal bits are an expression of my para-whatever-I-am power, examining the effect. For some reason, I kept imagining them going 'Om nom nom nom nom...'

Well, it does appear to be a dynakinetic power of some kind, and magic is essentially moving forces at your command, so they're going to synergies quite nicely.
"I do have a question, though," asked Taylor.

"And that is?"

"How do I make it stop?" was Taylor's somewhat embarrassed answer.

Always an important thing to know. Never summon up what you can't put down. Also, Taylor more replied than answered, seeing what she said was a question in and of itself.
As humorous as say, a mouse startling you and said mouse is suddenly facing a large dragon in the ruins of her clothes is, it is unlikely to happen." He looked thoughtful for a second. "Unlikely, but possible, and Naichi can attest."
Naichi got a downright mischievous look on her face. "Perhaps I should regale Taylor with the story about the time Hlal hit you with a pie." At Taylor's confused look, she continued. "A dragon sized creme pie, air dropped. It was so funny, it was said, that Chronepsis almost showed emotion."

Humorous stories that we're unlikely to read. Pity, they sound absolutely hilarious.
 
Long after his mistress had walked away, Hunts-the-Ice was sniffing around the sleeping members of the Empire 88. Not good enough for food, he thought to himself, they smell rotten. If they were beneath the notice of the queen of dragons, then they were beneath his notice.

He displayed his disdain by pissing on them.

I was lucky... I'd almost decided to pour myself a shot of scotch when I refreshed the page, saw this had updated, and decided to wait.

I would not have been happy if a mouthful of 17-year-old Balvenie DoubleWood had ended up all over my monitor and keyboard.

I've not been this amused by nazis getting humiliated since I saw a fic that had Taylor bat Hookwolf across the city and through a line of porta potties.

Tell us more....

Never summon up what you can't put down.
No, no, no. I know that's the quote, slightly paraphrased, but it's a stupid rule. The smart rule is, "Never summon up that which you might need to put down."
 
Did you reach the point where Kaiser literally gets shat upon from a great height?
Considering that's chapter 4 or 5, probably not.

I needed time to breathe. I had to stop after that incident, and am having to stop after Coil and Anvils. (Begins humming the Anvil Chorus.)

Perhaps Kryslin-sama will grace us with them through omake?

My attempts at humorous writing fall well short of the hilarity required. Besides, your imagination can do a better job of coming up with something that you'll find funny than mine will. I tend towards the sly and understated humor, or in this case, the absurd.
 
The fact that Piggot outright stated that she found Taylor to be scarier than Nilbog says everything...

And yet, Thomas Calvert couldn't resist the urge to try to see how he could use this new parahuman.
 
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