ECL 1.2
- Location
- Australia
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Taylor Hebert and Her Rather Sad Life: ECL 1.2
Taylor soared through the air, her mind weighed down in stark contrast to her earthly form. She had to go home first, really. Her dad must be worried sick about her, and she needed her family more than ever. But she couldn't just go back to school like nothing had happened, and the only people who seemed to be able to help her when it came to her secret identity - or lack of one - were the PRT.
So she chose to deal with the immediate crisis first, and angled herself downwards again. Using the clouds and the setting sun for cover, Taylor sliced through the air on her way home. She sidestepped places where she could be seen, and was as stealthy as someone like her could be. She managed to land in her backyard without any commotion, folding her wings through the slits she'd been forced to cut into the shirt.
They were still very noticeable, but this way she fit through doors.
She walked into her home via the back door, only to see her dad sitting next to the phone in the living room, his entire body shaking as he waited.
"D-dad?" She half-asked, half greeted.
"Who; who the hell are you?" He shouted, and Taylor tried to harden my heart to the words.
"It's me, Taylor. Please, you need to believe me - I just got stuck like this!" She said, her voice lyrical even in distress.
"Then tell me something only Taylor would know." Danny asked.
"The third floorboard from the left makes a huge noise if you step on it just right and you've been meaning to fix it for years but never got around to it." Taylor replied. Danny laughed, the normality of the information catching him off guard.
"I guess it really is you. But what happened to you? Why - why do you look like that?" He asked. Taylor walked forward, sitting down on a worn couch. Even though her wings retracted, sitting down like this was awkward.
"I don't really know why, but I got powers. Something really bad happened to me, and then I became like this." She said, her outwards composure far outsripping her thoughts.
"Wait, what happened to you - are you gonna be okay." Danny asked frantically.
"People at school, they've been bullying me for a while now. It got... bad. But it's all better now." Taylor said.
"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier? I-" Danny began, but Taylor cut him off.
"I know it was stupid of me not too. But I didn't want to worry you, and you were always trying so hard at the union and -"
"Please, don't do something like that again, Taylor. Please." He said.
"I won't. I know it was stupid of me and I'm sorry that I just kept it to myself for so long."
"I just want you to be safe. What will you do now? I'd imagine that your, uh, body might present some difficulties with the whole secret identity thing." Danny said.
"I'm working on a solution for that. Right now, I need some coins for a payphone and a phonebook..."
Taylor hovered in the air above Winslow High School, her corvid wings barely adjusting their positions. She saw the PRT van and a motorcycle drive up to the deserted school, and watched as a pair of heros got out of the van, and an armoured man get off the bike. She recognised two of them - Miss Militia and Armsmaster, but the tall hero in the red outfit she couldn't place. The red-suited man leapt into the air, flying upwards to meet her. He was carrying what looked like recording equipment in his arms.
He floated in front of her, with no visible means of propulsion, and smiled.
"Hey. I'm Aegis, one of the Wards. They would've sent one of the protectorate, but well - none of them can fly so it became my job. What, uh, do I call you? You didn't leave a name with the PRT." Aegis said jovially.
[x] Write in Cape Name (can be changed later)
"Right, well let's get to it then." He said, and gestured towards the school. He was nervous, but Taylor realised he had every right to be. There were no indications that anything untoward was going on, but Taylor remained on guard. They descended gradually, and soon touched down onto the roof of the school. Aegis took a key from his belt, and unlocked the door. Taylor's wings folded back, and she stooped to fit through the door. It had been hard to tell before, but Taylor could definitely see how this building had been designed for people smaller than she was now.
They walked down the halls of the school in an awkward silence, but that allowed them to hear the voices as they closed with the locker room.
"Shit, shit hurry up and finish fucking vomiting. If Hebert's already out we are fucked." Sophia whispered hurriedly. Aegis seemed to suddenly float an inch or two off the ground, and I felt myself using skills I hadn't had before the locker to creep up on the Trio. Over the sounds of retching and entirely too-loud whispering, Aegis and I went unnoticed. He turned his camera on, and we turned into the locker room. There were the trio, standing around my locker. Madison was puking at the smell, and Emma who had supposedly been standing watch was looking over her friend. Sophia stared wide eyed at us.
[x] Attack her! It's time for payback, and in full.
[x] Confront her! You have her on video, maybe you can get even more evidence.
Taylor soared through the air, her mind weighed down in stark contrast to her earthly form. She had to go home first, really. Her dad must be worried sick about her, and she needed her family more than ever. But she couldn't just go back to school like nothing had happened, and the only people who seemed to be able to help her when it came to her secret identity - or lack of one - were the PRT.
So she chose to deal with the immediate crisis first, and angled herself downwards again. Using the clouds and the setting sun for cover, Taylor sliced through the air on her way home. She sidestepped places where she could be seen, and was as stealthy as someone like her could be. She managed to land in her backyard without any commotion, folding her wings through the slits she'd been forced to cut into the shirt.
They were still very noticeable, but this way she fit through doors.
She walked into her home via the back door, only to see her dad sitting next to the phone in the living room, his entire body shaking as he waited.
"D-dad?" She half-asked, half greeted.
"Who; who the hell are you?" He shouted, and Taylor tried to harden my heart to the words.
"It's me, Taylor. Please, you need to believe me - I just got stuck like this!" She said, her voice lyrical even in distress.
"Then tell me something only Taylor would know." Danny asked.
"The third floorboard from the left makes a huge noise if you step on it just right and you've been meaning to fix it for years but never got around to it." Taylor replied. Danny laughed, the normality of the information catching him off guard.
"I guess it really is you. But what happened to you? Why - why do you look like that?" He asked. Taylor walked forward, sitting down on a worn couch. Even though her wings retracted, sitting down like this was awkward.
"I don't really know why, but I got powers. Something really bad happened to me, and then I became like this." She said, her outwards composure far outsripping her thoughts.
"Wait, what happened to you - are you gonna be okay." Danny asked frantically.
"People at school, they've been bullying me for a while now. It got... bad. But it's all better now." Taylor said.
"Why didn't you tell me about this earlier? I-" Danny began, but Taylor cut him off.
"I know it was stupid of me not too. But I didn't want to worry you, and you were always trying so hard at the union and -"
"Please, don't do something like that again, Taylor. Please." He said.
"I won't. I know it was stupid of me and I'm sorry that I just kept it to myself for so long."
"I just want you to be safe. What will you do now? I'd imagine that your, uh, body might present some difficulties with the whole secret identity thing." Danny said.
"I'm working on a solution for that. Right now, I need some coins for a payphone and a phonebook..."
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It turned out that the PRT had a hotline for new capes to call printed in the phonebook. Which was certainly convenient. Taylor had made her way to a disused payphone in a bad part of town under the cover of darkness. She could see perfectly fine, even though the street light was broken, aside from the absence of what she would normally recognise as colour. Objects certainly had something like a colour, but it couldn't be mapped to any normal colour that she knew of. In the light, everything seemed more colourful to her, and she could pick out fine details far easier. Pulling herself from her thoughts, she slid the last coin into the graffiti covered machine. The call went through, and Taylor heard a cool, pre-recorded female voice on the other end
"Hello. You have called the Parahuman Response Team hotline for new parahumans. Please wait to be transferred to your local branch." The pre-recorded message went, and then an entirely less robotic sounding man picked up the phone.
"Hello. You have called the Parahuman Response Team hotline for new parahumans. Please wait to be transferred to your local branch." The pre-recorded message went, and then an entirely less robotic sounding man picked up the phone.
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Taylor hovered in the air above Winslow High School, her corvid wings barely adjusting their positions. She saw the PRT van and a motorcycle drive up to the deserted school, and watched as a pair of heros got out of the van, and an armoured man get off the bike. She recognised two of them - Miss Militia and Armsmaster, but the tall hero in the red outfit she couldn't place. The red-suited man leapt into the air, flying upwards to meet her. He was carrying what looked like recording equipment in his arms.
He floated in front of her, with no visible means of propulsion, and smiled.
"Hey. I'm Aegis, one of the Wards. They would've sent one of the protectorate, but well - none of them can fly so it became my job. What, uh, do I call you? You didn't leave a name with the PRT." Aegis said jovially.
[x] Write in Cape Name (can be changed later)
"Right, well let's get to it then." He said, and gestured towards the school. He was nervous, but Taylor realised he had every right to be. There were no indications that anything untoward was going on, but Taylor remained on guard. They descended gradually, and soon touched down onto the roof of the school. Aegis took a key from his belt, and unlocked the door. Taylor's wings folded back, and she stooped to fit through the door. It had been hard to tell before, but Taylor could definitely see how this building had been designed for people smaller than she was now.
They walked down the halls of the school in an awkward silence, but that allowed them to hear the voices as they closed with the locker room.
"Shit, shit hurry up and finish fucking vomiting. If Hebert's already out we are fucked." Sophia whispered hurriedly. Aegis seemed to suddenly float an inch or two off the ground, and I felt myself using skills I hadn't had before the locker to creep up on the Trio. Over the sounds of retching and entirely too-loud whispering, Aegis and I went unnoticed. He turned his camera on, and we turned into the locker room. There were the trio, standing around my locker. Madison was puking at the smell, and Emma who had supposedly been standing watch was looking over her friend. Sophia stared wide eyed at us.
[x] Attack her! It's time for payback, and in full.
[x] Confront her! You have her on video, maybe you can get even more evidence.
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