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They are dragons.....it's OBVIOUSLY going to be all of the above *troll face*
Scaling Up
- Thread starter Kryslin
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No, that would be if they were Bards.
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So it will be worse? Because I've heard dragons are worse than bards in this matter and make them jealous on the census results.
David DeLaney
Verified & Credited Rules Wizard
- Location
- North of Knoxville, indoors, seated comfortably
Horror for sure, roary amore?
--Dave, when an eel bites your thigh and you feel you will die ... that's -- a moooooray!
So will someone eventually try to pull a Cami-Cat's 'Life of the Bard' lyric on Taylor or Amy?
AKA "May we see your hoard, we've been searching for miles, maybe I can be the greatest gem in your pile"
AKA "May we see your hoard, we've been searching for miles, maybe I can be the greatest gem in your pile"
Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
Questions for the readers (who probably know more about this than I do)!:
1) Does Taylor have a know PHO alias? I know as a Ward, she'd have one as Naurelin (verified Dragon)(Ward)(PRT ENE), but what about a pre-trigger account? I haven't turned up anything, though a few fic have some interesting ones... (eg, Drummer Girl's THe_bert).
2) Is there a forum on SV where I can advertise that I'm looking for an artist? I'd like to get some reference images done to do some 3D Dragons (and the Daz 3D models just don't cut it...), and I've run out of Brain bleach for going through the art-centric sites... (DeviantArt, et alia...)
Beyond that, Expect the post to drop around 1600 CDT / 2200 GMT.
1) Does Taylor have a know PHO alias? I know as a Ward, she'd have one as Naurelin (verified Dragon)(Ward)(PRT ENE), but what about a pre-trigger account? I haven't turned up anything, though a few fic have some interesting ones... (eg, Drummer Girl's THe_bert).
2) Is there a forum on SV where I can advertise that I'm looking for an artist? I'd like to get some reference images done to do some 3D Dragons (and the Daz 3D models just don't cut it...), and I've run out of Brain bleach for going through the art-centric sites... (DeviantArt, et alia...)
Beyond that, Expect the post to drop around 1600 CDT / 2200 GMT.
Sandy River DL
(Verified Destroyer Leader)
- Location
- Lake Michigan
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- Her/She
I'd check the Art and Music subforum. There's probably a thread for that there.
- Location
- Deep in the Badlands of Equestria
Far as I can tell, canon Taylor didn't seem to actually use PHO much, but that dosen't preclude her from having an old account from before Emma turned on her.
Isn't it canon that the Trio were cyber bullying Taylor as well - also that her home computer was kind of crap? I'm also pretty sure it's mentioned that Taylor only started hitting PHO after triggering to research local capes.
She might have an account with a throwaway name, but it's likely she was just lurking.
- Location
- UK
I think that the Trio were cyberbullying Taylor through the schools systems, but I dont really see them getting away with it for long on PHO. I dont know how canon Dragon being a mod on there is (although if it was never confirmed, it does make sense for her to have at least a few fingers in the pie), but even without that, anyone with a brain would know to shut down any bullying, simply due to the risk of it causing someone to Trigger rather dramatically.
Insinuation 2.5 said:
If she does, then she didn't choose to use one during one of the few times that we'd get the chance to see it. though given that there is a canon way to send private messages as an anonymous guest, It would definitely open avenues I haven't seen anyone really tap into; one supported entirely by canon lore, albeit ones that might rely on the Anonymous Guest having to leave the message open when waiting for a reply so they don't lose it as well as a whole other slew of issues regarding it. given said issues, while it is canonically possible to do it, I can see why it's a largely untapped resource by most authors.
Out of curiosity, what fic were you referring to? I don't recognize it, and google is not being helpful.
Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
Here ya go... Drummer Girl
Empire 02 Annexion
Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
A "Thank You!" to my editors, TaliesinSkye and McClaw @ CTC!
Elsewhere
"The next item on our agenda is the city of Brockton Bay, New Hampshire, USA, Earth Bet." The man speaking was neatly dressed, with blonde hair cut short and business casual clothes. From behind thin-rimmed glasses, grey eyes scanned the information on his tablet, then looked out at each of the people seated around the table.
"This all begins with the Trigger of one Taylor Hebert in early January." As he spoke a picture of the girl appeared on the screen. "A very potent Changer / Shaker combination. At that point in time, she vanished from most precognitive's foresight. Thinkers trying to analyze her report getting severe Thinker headaches.
"As many of you are aware, she caught the attention of the late Mr. Calvert," a slide of the unlamented man appearing on the monitor. "Within days he was found dead in his house, from a cerebral hemorrhage. Careful examination of the body showed that his Power somehow pushed much too hard, resulting in his death.
"Since that time, several Parahumans in the city have been taken out of play; the Tinker known as Squealer was captured without incident, and is currently on probation with the Protectorate. Ms. Hebert defeated Lung in single combat, somehow forcing him to submit to imprisonment without complaint. As a result, Parahumans in the city are cautious to the point of being conflict-averse.
"Shortly before the Simurgh's attack on Canberra, there was a rash of strange incidents in the city. A wild dragon had somehow taken up residence in the city and had provoked the Archer's Bridge Merchants, a gang of drug dealers, smugglers, and petty criminals into a violent response.
"The end result was Skidmark and Mush in Protectorate custody, several dozen dead normal gang members, and a critically injured Panacea. At this time, Panacea disappeared in the same fashion as Miss Hebert did, but otherwise made a full recovery. Major portions of Brockton Bay are now covered by a metaphorical fog which hinders the use of Thinker powers on the area. This goes from the Mistland's resort outside of the city, to cover most of the downtown area, the northern residential areas, and two of the five schools in the city."
Kurt Wynn, the Number Man, took a breath before continuing. "Whatever anti-Thinker effect Miss Hebert has, it is contagious, and moves with the person who has it, and then lingers there. The Thinker view of Canberra is still very spotty, probably brought there by Panacea. It is also strong enough to affect the Simurgh." He looked around the table at the people he was giving the report to; from his left, clockwise around the table, there was Alexandria, Doctor Mother, Contessa, Legend, Eidolon, and Nate. Here was the core of the shadowy conspiracy group called Cauldron met. Kurt continued his report. "Even more improbable, she appears to be able to grant a Changer power as well."
"I don't think anyone would want to undergo the procedure," Legend commented. "Considering how you have to be dead or dying for it to happen. Also, it can happen to non-Parahumans as well. Dragon and Emily Piggot have both had it happen to them." Everyone in the room knew Dragon's secret.
"And that last bit is causing the bureaucrats to throw a fit," Alexandria added. "Not that there is any hard and fast rule about Parahumans holding positions within the PRT, there isn't any precedence for it. The fact that Emily Piggot is not a Parahuman, but has powers, is what is causing the problem. For now, Michael Renick will assume the Directorship of the PRT ENE, until we can get the matter sorted out I'm arranging to go there in person to see if I can learn more."
"May I continue?"
"Certainly," Eidolon added, gesturing facetiously.
Kurt wondered what was going on in that hero's head. Hopefully, he wasn't going to suggest that a Ward would be a worthy opponent. He knew of the man's need to prove himself against the strongest opponents. Members of the Protectorate and other heroic Capes tended to be exempt to his desire to test himself against the strongest, but you never know...
"The end result in Brockton Bay is that three of the five major gangs are dismantled; the Undersiders disappeared quietly after Ms. Hebert defeated Lung. Coil and the Archer's Bridge Merchants have been dismantled by law enforcement, the Asian Bad Boys appears to be under Ms. Hebert's direction, and the Empire 88 is starting to get a little twitchy. Suffice to say the social experiment we were attempting has met with an unexpected complication..."
"That cannot be pathed directly or indirectly," Contessa interjected. "Paths that had Brockton Bay as one of the future steps have all become invalid. Indirectly pathing those involved does not work either."
"Most peculiar," muttered Dr. Mother. She made some notation on her pad. "No valid paths at all?"
"None." There was silence for a moment before she looked embarrassed. "All I get is a warning, about how I would go well with a good ale and barbecue sauce." There were raised eyebrows at that.
"It appears, then, that the presence of a dragon is either a strong factor for order and stability, or one that removes those who would act against it in a ruthless fashion." This had come from the other unpowered member of Cauldron, Nate. "It would fit with the mythology. Benevolent ruler, or ruthless predator."
"Brockton Bay has stabilized to remarkable degree in an impossibly short time," Kurt continued. "The numbers are pointing at a couple of big events in the next sixty days, but beyond that, the numbers for the entire US on Earth Bet go crazy. No pattern or system whatsoever."
Legend cleared his throat. "Next item is the removal of several S-class threats in the North America region…"
Max Anders stood outside his latest acquisition: a set of grubby, soon to be renovated warehouses in the Docks. His press release had said something along the lines of branching out into other related fields, trying to reduce some costs and logistics issues. "An investment in the city's future, one that would provide needed jobs for several hundred people." Inwardly, Max laughed. He'd have to be careful, but those several hundred people would all have ties to the Empire that would be so obfuscated you'd need several parahuman Thinkers to figure out where to start.
The location in question was on the western edge of the Docks and downtown, near one of the better-repaired roads that led off to I-95 and US-4, allowing easy access for commercial trucking.
Unfortunately, he would have to go through the local Unions for his initial manpower requirements. Hopefully, the people he would have in charge during the initial phases of things would be more circumspect about their beliefs, so the work can get done. That meant dealing with the DWU, an amalgamation of Union locals that handled most of the work in the Docks area of the city. That meant dealing with Danny Hebert and their team of negotiators and lawyers, all of whom, he grudgingly admitted, were very good at their jobs.
Still, after the area was cleaned up and the buildings renovated, he would slowly replace them with his own people, possibly even leveraging some of them into the unions, and his plans could proceed further, hopefully without drawing the ire of any of the large flying reptiles that seemed to be taking over Brockton Bay.
He sat back in the meeting area of the trailer on site. Not only was there the Ward Naurelin, but there was also this Mizuchi – it wasn't hard to figure out whose daughter she was. Then, there was this sleek, steel gray one that appeared to be Dragon. He smirked to himself; if she had always been one, she'd been hiding in plain sight, behind a screen of digital avatars and electronic communications. And finally, there was the bronze one, currently only known as Andraste. That file was locked down at a much higher security level than their moles could access.
He had drawn some conclusions from just the name and the few abilities the beast had been seen using. The ability to project lightning was problematic, and its armor was rumored to be substantial. It had been seen in the water around the PRT's headquarters, apparently able to stay underwater for extended periods. There may very well be more abilities it had, but those hadn't been observed, and he wasn't going to waste time on needless speculation.
A man walked into the trailer and sat down across the table from him. "Well, Mr. Anders," his personal assistant stated, "it appears everything is ready to start. The initial contracts are ready, and work can get underway soon."
"Excellent news, James," Max replied, smirking. "Anything else?"
"Those two Tinkertech warships in the bay are being quiet," Krieg added. "There was a cookout on the battleship a couple of days ago. The things make me nervous."
"They make everyone nervous," Max answered. "They hit Eagleton, Tennessee from here, and turned the entire quarantine zone into rubble. They also have enough control to pick off individual vehicles on the street."
James Fleischer nodded. "Firepower like that is frightening. Firepower coupled to that level of precision is terrifying. If we could get Kayden back," he mused, "she might be effective against them."
"I might be able to persuade her."
Natalie had noticed the increased presence of the skinheads around the homeless shelter she was helping at. They were beginning to harass some of the people using the shelter; just about everyone who wasn't white and didn't have blonde hair and blue eyes. Unfortunately, that included herself, because she had a slight Russian accent when she spoke.
Her mother had taught her a few things about how to make yourself look tougher without relying on obvious things; how you carried yourself, the expression on your face, your body language. All of it very subtle, yet very effective. She'd had a lot of practice, and for the most part, the various gang members thought she would be too much trouble.
Now, however, the dynamics had changed. There were no other gangs of note in the area, simply the Empire 88 and a few gangs of normal people. "And," she grumbled to herself, "I'm walking straight towards a bunch of them, who are hanging around outside the shelter." She squared her shoulders, made sure her wallet was someplace they'd have a hard time getting at it, then walked forward.
"Hey, hey, hey," the one in charge of this group said, casually blocking the way into the shelter. "You don't want to be going in there. Might be bad for your health."
"If I don't go in there, it will be bad for my grades, which will be bad for my health when my parents find out."
"Ohoh, we got ourselves a rich bitch, bought herself a fancy education with Daddy's money," the skinhead sneered. The unwashed E88 gang member still hadn't budged from her path, and his minions – though calling them that would be doing a disservice to minions around the world – had surrounded her, still maintaining a bit of distance.
"If you would excuse me, please?" Natalie asked politely. Inwardly, she wanted to transform and turn their unwashed jeans into brown pants. However, that would make things complicated. How was she going to get out of this?
"Nah, I got a better idea. Let's have some fun instead." He reached out to grab her.
With a deft sidestep from the girl, he missed and stumbled past. However, the skinhead was quick on his feet and managed to get his trailing hand on Natalie's shoulder.
"Please, let go," Natalie asked, looking at the hand on her shoulder.
"Make me."
"If you insist." With that, she grabbed the man's wrist, and with a hold and a twist taught to her by her mother, had removed the offending appendage. The skinhead was doing his best not to scream in pain. Natalie hauled him up to his feet and pushed him towards his fellows, releasing him in the process.
"Uppity cunt," the man snarled. "Looks like we need to teach you a lesson!"
On cue, several sawed-off baseball bats, clubs, batons, and brass knuckles came out. One of the men with a baseball bat swung.
With a dull thunk, the baseball bat had struck… something.
A glowing hexagon had stopped the baseball bat cold. "I don't think you want to be doing that." The speaker was a dark-skinned, black-haired woman, wearing casual clothes. Her expression appeared to be amused disapproval.
The leader looked up at the young woman. "Fucking cape," he muttered before lurching to his feet. "You'll pay for that," he growled as he started to walk away, his men following, giving the pair dark looks.
Natalie looked at the young woman who'd intervened. "Thank you. My name's Natalya, though most people call me Natalie. Unless I'm in trouble." She offered her hand for a handshake.
The dark-skinned woman took the hand and gave it a firm handshake. "You're welcome. Name's Arunta, and it was a good thing I decided to volunteer some time at this shelter. And before you ask, I'm as much a cape as you are. Let's get inside and find out what they've got for us today, eh?"
Elsewhere
"The next item on our agenda is the city of Brockton Bay, New Hampshire, USA, Earth Bet." The man speaking was neatly dressed, with blonde hair cut short and business casual clothes. From behind thin-rimmed glasses, grey eyes scanned the information on his tablet, then looked out at each of the people seated around the table.
"This all begins with the Trigger of one Taylor Hebert in early January." As he spoke a picture of the girl appeared on the screen. "A very potent Changer / Shaker combination. At that point in time, she vanished from most precognitive's foresight. Thinkers trying to analyze her report getting severe Thinker headaches.
"As many of you are aware, she caught the attention of the late Mr. Calvert," a slide of the unlamented man appearing on the monitor. "Within days he was found dead in his house, from a cerebral hemorrhage. Careful examination of the body showed that his Power somehow pushed much too hard, resulting in his death.
"Since that time, several Parahumans in the city have been taken out of play; the Tinker known as Squealer was captured without incident, and is currently on probation with the Protectorate. Ms. Hebert defeated Lung in single combat, somehow forcing him to submit to imprisonment without complaint. As a result, Parahumans in the city are cautious to the point of being conflict-averse.
"Shortly before the Simurgh's attack on Canberra, there was a rash of strange incidents in the city. A wild dragon had somehow taken up residence in the city and had provoked the Archer's Bridge Merchants, a gang of drug dealers, smugglers, and petty criminals into a violent response.
"The end result was Skidmark and Mush in Protectorate custody, several dozen dead normal gang members, and a critically injured Panacea. At this time, Panacea disappeared in the same fashion as Miss Hebert did, but otherwise made a full recovery. Major portions of Brockton Bay are now covered by a metaphorical fog which hinders the use of Thinker powers on the area. This goes from the Mistland's resort outside of the city, to cover most of the downtown area, the northern residential areas, and two of the five schools in the city."
Kurt Wynn, the Number Man, took a breath before continuing. "Whatever anti-Thinker effect Miss Hebert has, it is contagious, and moves with the person who has it, and then lingers there. The Thinker view of Canberra is still very spotty, probably brought there by Panacea. It is also strong enough to affect the Simurgh." He looked around the table at the people he was giving the report to; from his left, clockwise around the table, there was Alexandria, Doctor Mother, Contessa, Legend, Eidolon, and Nate. Here was the core of the shadowy conspiracy group called Cauldron met. Kurt continued his report. "Even more improbable, she appears to be able to grant a Changer power as well."
"I don't think anyone would want to undergo the procedure," Legend commented. "Considering how you have to be dead or dying for it to happen. Also, it can happen to non-Parahumans as well. Dragon and Emily Piggot have both had it happen to them." Everyone in the room knew Dragon's secret.
"And that last bit is causing the bureaucrats to throw a fit," Alexandria added. "Not that there is any hard and fast rule about Parahumans holding positions within the PRT, there isn't any precedence for it. The fact that Emily Piggot is not a Parahuman, but has powers, is what is causing the problem. For now, Michael Renick will assume the Directorship of the PRT ENE, until we can get the matter sorted out I'm arranging to go there in person to see if I can learn more."
"May I continue?"
"Certainly," Eidolon added, gesturing facetiously.
Kurt wondered what was going on in that hero's head. Hopefully, he wasn't going to suggest that a Ward would be a worthy opponent. He knew of the man's need to prove himself against the strongest opponents. Members of the Protectorate and other heroic Capes tended to be exempt to his desire to test himself against the strongest, but you never know...
"The end result in Brockton Bay is that three of the five major gangs are dismantled; the Undersiders disappeared quietly after Ms. Hebert defeated Lung. Coil and the Archer's Bridge Merchants have been dismantled by law enforcement, the Asian Bad Boys appears to be under Ms. Hebert's direction, and the Empire 88 is starting to get a little twitchy. Suffice to say the social experiment we were attempting has met with an unexpected complication..."
"That cannot be pathed directly or indirectly," Contessa interjected. "Paths that had Brockton Bay as one of the future steps have all become invalid. Indirectly pathing those involved does not work either."
"Most peculiar," muttered Dr. Mother. She made some notation on her pad. "No valid paths at all?"
"None." There was silence for a moment before she looked embarrassed. "All I get is a warning, about how I would go well with a good ale and barbecue sauce." There were raised eyebrows at that.
"It appears, then, that the presence of a dragon is either a strong factor for order and stability, or one that removes those who would act against it in a ruthless fashion." This had come from the other unpowered member of Cauldron, Nate. "It would fit with the mythology. Benevolent ruler, or ruthless predator."
"Brockton Bay has stabilized to remarkable degree in an impossibly short time," Kurt continued. "The numbers are pointing at a couple of big events in the next sixty days, but beyond that, the numbers for the entire US on Earth Bet go crazy. No pattern or system whatsoever."
Legend cleared his throat. "Next item is the removal of several S-class threats in the North America region…"
//\\//\\//\\
Max Anders stood outside his latest acquisition: a set of grubby, soon to be renovated warehouses in the Docks. His press release had said something along the lines of branching out into other related fields, trying to reduce some costs and logistics issues. "An investment in the city's future, one that would provide needed jobs for several hundred people." Inwardly, Max laughed. He'd have to be careful, but those several hundred people would all have ties to the Empire that would be so obfuscated you'd need several parahuman Thinkers to figure out where to start.
The location in question was on the western edge of the Docks and downtown, near one of the better-repaired roads that led off to I-95 and US-4, allowing easy access for commercial trucking.
Unfortunately, he would have to go through the local Unions for his initial manpower requirements. Hopefully, the people he would have in charge during the initial phases of things would be more circumspect about their beliefs, so the work can get done. That meant dealing with the DWU, an amalgamation of Union locals that handled most of the work in the Docks area of the city. That meant dealing with Danny Hebert and their team of negotiators and lawyers, all of whom, he grudgingly admitted, were very good at their jobs.
Still, after the area was cleaned up and the buildings renovated, he would slowly replace them with his own people, possibly even leveraging some of them into the unions, and his plans could proceed further, hopefully without drawing the ire of any of the large flying reptiles that seemed to be taking over Brockton Bay.
He sat back in the meeting area of the trailer on site. Not only was there the Ward Naurelin, but there was also this Mizuchi – it wasn't hard to figure out whose daughter she was. Then, there was this sleek, steel gray one that appeared to be Dragon. He smirked to himself; if she had always been one, she'd been hiding in plain sight, behind a screen of digital avatars and electronic communications. And finally, there was the bronze one, currently only known as Andraste. That file was locked down at a much higher security level than their moles could access.
He had drawn some conclusions from just the name and the few abilities the beast had been seen using. The ability to project lightning was problematic, and its armor was rumored to be substantial. It had been seen in the water around the PRT's headquarters, apparently able to stay underwater for extended periods. There may very well be more abilities it had, but those hadn't been observed, and he wasn't going to waste time on needless speculation.
A man walked into the trailer and sat down across the table from him. "Well, Mr. Anders," his personal assistant stated, "it appears everything is ready to start. The initial contracts are ready, and work can get underway soon."
"Excellent news, James," Max replied, smirking. "Anything else?"
"Those two Tinkertech warships in the bay are being quiet," Krieg added. "There was a cookout on the battleship a couple of days ago. The things make me nervous."
"They make everyone nervous," Max answered. "They hit Eagleton, Tennessee from here, and turned the entire quarantine zone into rubble. They also have enough control to pick off individual vehicles on the street."
James Fleischer nodded. "Firepower like that is frightening. Firepower coupled to that level of precision is terrifying. If we could get Kayden back," he mused, "she might be effective against them."
"I might be able to persuade her."
\\//\\//\\//
Natalie had noticed the increased presence of the skinheads around the homeless shelter she was helping at. They were beginning to harass some of the people using the shelter; just about everyone who wasn't white and didn't have blonde hair and blue eyes. Unfortunately, that included herself, because she had a slight Russian accent when she spoke.
Her mother had taught her a few things about how to make yourself look tougher without relying on obvious things; how you carried yourself, the expression on your face, your body language. All of it very subtle, yet very effective. She'd had a lot of practice, and for the most part, the various gang members thought she would be too much trouble.
Now, however, the dynamics had changed. There were no other gangs of note in the area, simply the Empire 88 and a few gangs of normal people. "And," she grumbled to herself, "I'm walking straight towards a bunch of them, who are hanging around outside the shelter." She squared her shoulders, made sure her wallet was someplace they'd have a hard time getting at it, then walked forward.
"Hey, hey, hey," the one in charge of this group said, casually blocking the way into the shelter. "You don't want to be going in there. Might be bad for your health."
"If I don't go in there, it will be bad for my grades, which will be bad for my health when my parents find out."
"Ohoh, we got ourselves a rich bitch, bought herself a fancy education with Daddy's money," the skinhead sneered. The unwashed E88 gang member still hadn't budged from her path, and his minions – though calling them that would be doing a disservice to minions around the world – had surrounded her, still maintaining a bit of distance.
"If you would excuse me, please?" Natalie asked politely. Inwardly, she wanted to transform and turn their unwashed jeans into brown pants. However, that would make things complicated. How was she going to get out of this?
"Nah, I got a better idea. Let's have some fun instead." He reached out to grab her.
With a deft sidestep from the girl, he missed and stumbled past. However, the skinhead was quick on his feet and managed to get his trailing hand on Natalie's shoulder.
"Please, let go," Natalie asked, looking at the hand on her shoulder.
"Make me."
"If you insist." With that, she grabbed the man's wrist, and with a hold and a twist taught to her by her mother, had removed the offending appendage. The skinhead was doing his best not to scream in pain. Natalie hauled him up to his feet and pushed him towards his fellows, releasing him in the process.
"Uppity cunt," the man snarled. "Looks like we need to teach you a lesson!"
On cue, several sawed-off baseball bats, clubs, batons, and brass knuckles came out. One of the men with a baseball bat swung.
With a dull thunk, the baseball bat had struck… something.
A glowing hexagon had stopped the baseball bat cold. "I don't think you want to be doing that." The speaker was a dark-skinned, black-haired woman, wearing casual clothes. Her expression appeared to be amused disapproval.
The leader looked up at the young woman. "Fucking cape," he muttered before lurching to his feet. "You'll pay for that," he growled as he started to walk away, his men following, giving the pair dark looks.
Natalie looked at the young woman who'd intervened. "Thank you. My name's Natalya, though most people call me Natalie. Unless I'm in trouble." She offered her hand for a handshake.
The dark-skinned woman took the hand and gave it a firm handshake. "You're welcome. Name's Arunta, and it was a good thing I decided to volunteer some time at this shelter. And before you ask, I'm as much a cape as you are. Let's get inside and find out what they've got for us today, eh?"
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Kryslin
[Has Delusions of Authorship]
- Location
- Mythic Iowa
Eh, have a post!
Some words of warning about the Empire arc :
1) Titles are in German, or auf Deutsch, if they don't refer to a time period or specific Event.
2) If you haven't already figured it out, We left Worm canon behind a long time ago. References being made to certain events as they happen in this story's AU, not in canon Worm.
Thank you.
Also, thanks for the responses to the inquiries, I've taken a look through the Commisionable Artists registry I might be getting in contact with a couple of them.
Some words of warning about the Empire arc :
1) Titles are in German, or auf Deutsch, if they don't refer to a time period or specific Event.
2) If you haven't already figured it out, We left Worm canon behind a long time ago. References being made to certain events as they happen in this story's AU, not in canon Worm.
Thank you.
Also, thanks for the responses to the inquiries, I've taken a look through the Commisionable Artists registry I might be getting in contact with a couple of them.
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Jonn Wolfe
(Verified Sarcastic) (Not a Wolf)
- Location
- Beyond Sanity Since 1971
Ale and BBQ sauce... LOL!
Translation: Butt. Out.
I have a feeling that Andraste is going to have a ball dismantling the E88.
Translation: Butt. Out.
I have a feeling that Andraste is going to have a ball dismantling the E88.
- Location
- UK
You know, even as stupid as she can be, I dont think Kayden would be stupid enough to go back to the Empire at this point. Not with, what, five known DRAGONS who would quite happily turn the Empire into lunch if/when they decide to do something stupid. Or at least, I hope she wont be that stupid.
- Location
- Deathland (Australia)
It was a little amusing the first time but you've used this whole dragon-ketchup thing so often (it feels like it gets rehashed every couple of chapters?) that it's getting annoying. Especially that one a couple of chapters ago where it was used on Dennis - if I had a work colleague who implied/threatened me with being eaten, even as a joke, I'd be calling HR to make a formal complaint.
- Location
- Wonderland
not conflict-averse?
Been running into this substitution a lot lately, especially in context of more-traditional "not averse to"…
- Location
- usa
Always good to see more, the setup of the Empire scurrying about and thinking they have a chance begins
But, forgive me if he's popped up before in the story, Nate? new mystery cauldron "normal" member?
I know from a POV standpoint he'd probably register not much more than that but, he seems to be a mystery?
But, forgive me if he's popped up before in the story, Nate? new mystery cauldron "normal" member?
I know from a POV standpoint he'd probably register not much more than that but, he seems to be a mystery?