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Sul Sul! (Worm/Sims/Sim City)

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lifeofgesture said:
"What." Dad rubbed his face and came up looking upset. "What?! What happened to you?!"

"I ... I was stuck in this dad." I dropped the disgusting mess out of my inventory in front of him. He stepped back in disgust and made a retching sound in his throat as he covered his mouth.

"Oh my god."

"I was trapped in my locker with this." I said quietly before swiping it back into my inventory. Dad splashed water on his face and cleaned himself off with the washcloth, but still looked a little sick.

"Who did that to you?" He demanded, looking furious.

"I ..."
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here is the thing trigger evens are not well known in that most people dont realise that it has to bethe worst day of your life tat gives you powers so there s no reason for danny to react like that unless taylor tells him how she got the powers first
 
Okay I haven't seen this Worm cross before. It looks amusing. Besides, who says she has to join anyone? With her power she can create All The Minions. Okay, they might be a little -- okay, maybe a lot -- derpy but in no time at all she'll have a crack crew of helpers!

...she's totally screwed, isn't she?
 
Miharu said:
Does she have the sims power?
Creating plant man, cloning, creating worm hole, teleporting, hypnotism (for vampires), and creating sims.

Well, none of them is combative... maybe accord is really better option here?
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she can make soldiers so maybe they can be of use.
 
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    • "No." I said strongly.

    "Why, Taylor?" Dad asked, confused.

    "I don't want to ... deal with teenage drama again." I said, sighing. Lacey nodded in understanding.

    "How about just talking to them? You don't agree to anything, but you get to see what your options are." She offered.

    "What are my options?" I asked, flopping back onto the couch.

    "Well, first one, join the Wards." Kurt started, before snorting at my face. "Alright not the most favored option, but its there. Secondly, be a independent hero unaffiliated with the Wards."

    "I'd like to mention I am not in favor of that one." Dad said, making me pout.

    "Then there are rogues, like Parian or Faultline's group. They can be neutral good, neutral neutral, or neutral evil." He explained. That was interesting idea, I thought. Lacey gave him a small punch to the shoulder.

    "My hubby, doing research." She smiled suggestively at Kurt and Dad coughed loudly.

    "Minors in the room." Jake looked as oblivious as ever as he watched the cooking channel.

    "Well last option, and this isn't on the table at all, being a villain." Kurt said, bringing the mood down. I thought about how I could hurt the city and winced at the possibilities, before noticing a new message.

    'Tired of your city? Bring disaster with the Disaster button using a tornado, alien invasion, tsunami, monster attack and more!'

    Did it mean ...

    I stared in horror at the power at my fingertips before Dad gently touched me on the shoulder and brought me out of my reverie. I quickly swiped the message away.

    "Sorry Dad, I read something really ... disconcerting."

    "What was it?" He asked concerned.

    "I don't really want to talk about that." I said, shuddering inwardly.

    "Well if you're sure." He said slowly

    "I'm sure, honestly, I'd rather talk about my debut." I grinned, if a bit weakly. I had been experimenting with my powers, and I had found a few cool options and tools, like one that put subtitles for Jake's language.

    "Do you even know your cape name?" Lacey asked skeptically.

    My grin grew wide and genuine.

    "Of course."

    ---

    Armsmaster eyed the pamphlet he was handed with suspicion while Miss Militia leafed through hers in good humor. They were reserved for people of the press and PRT, for good reason as they were all handmade. Someone had been a crafts fanatic in a past life because there was obviously handmade stamps and stickers and glitter. The masked woman who had handed them their pamphlet cartwheeled away to the stage that had magically appeared in run down Limrick Park. The park had seen better days, with only dead grass and dead trees with large rocks spotting the dirt.

    "She could be a Mover one." He whispered, making Miss Militia roll her eyes.

    "It was a cartwheel," She said. He grunted. He wasn't taking any chances, with a cape this powerful.

    They had announced themselves on PHO, using the online handle 'WhoAmI', saying they were the ones who had disappeared the Boat Graveyard and they were going to show up in Limrick Park a week from Tuesday. A huge crowd had shown up but the front row seats had been reserved for press and PRT only. Armsmaster would bet that a couple of these people in the crowd were ABB, E88, and merchant scum.

    The 'show' was about to start in a minute so Miss Militia took a seat while Armsmaster remained standing. The curtains parted revealing a woman in a black suit. She had black hair tied up in a bun in a hat and a simple white mask. Her glossy loafer hit the stage in a patter as she walked off and with a wave of her hand as she hit the ground, disappeared the stage. The crowd gasped. There was no doubt this was the cape.

    "Citizens of Brockton Bay!" It was clear she wasn't a practiced public speaker but what she lacked in delivery, she made up for in enthusiasm and terrifying power. "Are you tired of the ruin that this park has become?"

    There was some yeahs but generally there was just shuffling around. The cape coughed.

    "Uhm, well, here I go!" She started moving her hands in complex motions. With each movement, grass grew in the barren grass, flowers bloomed around dead trees that were replaced anew. In a half minute, the entire crowd was awed by the verdant scenery around them.

    "So you can landscape, big deal, my neighbor Jaime does that for a living!" Someone jeered in the crowd. Her shp0oulders tightened and she looked down for a moment before snapping back up.

    "Does anybody need to use the bathroom?" She asked loudly.

    A few hands rose up and she moved her hands again, producing a building behind her in thin air with the typical two signs. No one moved until a heavyset man pushed his way past the crowd, face red and in clear need of the facilities, ran towards the mens bathroom.

    "Holy shit it works!" He yelled a moment later, causing a tidal surge of people to push towards the bathroom with their cameras out. The cape looked at them, arms crossed, before a reporter approached her cautiously.

    "Uh, ma'am? I was wondering what's your name?" You got the sense she was grinning as she put her hands on her hips.

    "The Mayor!"
     
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    • Mayor... I am guessing Danny has some issues with Brockton Bays mayor right now cause this is not a slap in the cheek this is a gut punch with a groin stomp that implying something
     
    lifeofgesture said:
    "No." I said strongly.

    "Why, Taylor?" Dad asked, confused.

    "I don't want to ... deal with teenage drama again." I said, sighing. Lacey nodded in understanding.

    "How about just talking to them? You don't agree to anything, but you get to see what your options are." She offered.

    "What are my options?" I asked, flopping back onto the couch.

    "Well, first one, join the Wards." Kurt started, before snorting at my face. "Alright not the most favored option, but its there. Secondly, be a independent hero unaffiliated with the Wards."

    "I'd like to mention I am not in favor of that one." Dad said, making me pout.

    "Then there are rogues, like Parian or Faultline's group. They can be neutral good, neutral neutral, or neutral evil." He explained. That was interesting idea, I thought. Lacey gave him a small punch to the shoulder.

    "My hubby, doing research." She smiled suggestively at Kurt and Dad coughed loudly.

    "Minors in the room." Jake looked as oblivious as ever as he watched the cooking channel.

    "Well last option, and this isn't on the table at all, being a villain." Kurt said, bringing the mood down. I thought about how I could hurt the city and winced at the possibilities, before noticing a new message.

    'Tired of your city? Bring disaster with the Disaster button using a tornado, alien invasion, tsunami, monster attack and more!'

    Did it mean ...

    I stared in horror at the power at my fingertips before Dad gently touched me on the shoulder and brought me out of my reverie. I quickly swiped the message away.

    "Sorry Dad, I read something really ... disconcerting."

    "What was it?" He asked concerned.

    "I don't really want to talk about that." I said, shuddering inwardly.

    "Well if you're sure." He said slowly

    "I'm sure, honestly, I'd rather talk about my debut." I grinned, if a bit weakly. I had been experimenting with my powers, and I had found a few cool options and tools, like one that put subtitles for Jake's language.

    "Do you even know your cape name?" Lacey asked skeptically.

    My grin grew wide and genuine.

    "Of course."

    ---

    Armsmaster eyed the pamphlet he was handed with suspicion while Miss Militia leafed through hers in good humor. They were reserved for people of the press and PRT, for good reason as they were all handmade. Someone had been a crafts fanatic in a past life because there was obviously handmade stamps and stickers and glitter. The masked woman who had handed them their pamphlet cartwheeled away to the stage that had magically appeared in run down Limrick Park. The park had seen better days, with only dead grass and dead trees with large rocks spotting the dirt.

    "She could be a Mover one." He whispered, making Miss Militia roll her eyes.

    "It was a cartwheel," She said. He grunted. He wasn't taking any chances, with a cape this powerful.

    They had announced themselves on PHO, using the online handle 'WhoAmI', saying they were the ones who had disappeared the Boat Graveyard and they were going to show up in Limrick Park a week from Tuesday. A huge crowd had shown up but the front row seats had been reserved for press and PRT only. Armsmaster would bet that a couple of these people in the crowd were ABB, E88, and merchant scum.

    The 'show' was about to start in a minute so Miss Militia took a seat while Armsmaster remained standing. The curtains parted revealing a woman in a black suit. She had black hair tied up in a bun in a hat and a simple white mask. Her glossy loafer hit the stage in a patter as she walked off and with a wave of her hand as she hit the ground, disappeared the stage. The crowd gasped. There was no doubt this was the cape.

    "Citizens of Brockton Bay!" It was clear she wasn't a practiced public speaker but what she lacked in delivery, she made up for in enthusiasm and terrifying power. "Are you tired of the ruin that this park has become?"

    There was some yeahs but generally there was just shuffling around. The cape coughed.

    "Uhm, well, here I go!" She started moving her hands in complex motions. With each movement, grass grew in the barren grass, flowers bloomed around dead trees that were replaced anew. In a half minute, the entire crowd was awed by the verdant scenery around them.

    "So you can landscape, big deal, my neighbor Jaime does that for a living!" Someone jeered in the crowd. Her shp0oulders tightened and she looked down for a moment before snapping back up.

    "Does anybody need to use the bathroom?" She asked loudly.

    A few hands rose up and she moved her hands again, producing a building behind her in thin air with the typical two signs. No one moved until a heavyset man pushed his way past the crowd, face red and in clear need of the facilities, ran towards the mens bathroom.

    "Holy shit it works!" He yelled a moment later, causing a tidal surge of people to push towards the bathroom with their cameras out. The cape looked at them, arms crossed, before a reporter approached her cautiously.

    "Uh, ma'am? I was wondering what's your name?" You got the sense she was grinning as she put her hands on her hips.

    "The Mayor!"
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    ...Pffffffft... Hehehe... Just, Taylor... Just, pfttttttttt. I can imagine what her cape name would be if she was a S9 member: Playground, Poolmaker, or Casketeer.
     
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    I can imagine something like this happen in the near future.

    Drt Piggot: Miss Mayor, I know you're not officially a member of the PRT, but can you cooperate with us on your classification? It's procedure, you see.

    The Mayor: Sure! *Spams the disaster button, then immediately rebuild everything* What did I get?

    Drt Piggot: Well, all of our experts died of heart attack from that, but I think I know enough to give you a Shaker rating of...
     
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