Brightstone
Feral Goblin
I hope male characters get gender swapped. I would not wish two weeks of dysphoria hell on anyone.
Taylor's White Hair System
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So many strong white haired oh dear! So we have video games, anime, comics and movies? What about books?
I mean Gandalf is obviously out of place but could be hilarious, HxH netero, killua, Zeno, neferpitou(a high grade healer although not as fast as panacea…)
A lot of mages in books or anime are white haired old people, anyhow, is the list expanding or not because even without adding anything two weeks a name is about half a year for Taylor which is after leviathan…
I mean Gandalf is obviously out of place but could be hilarious, HxH netero, killua, Zeno, neferpitou(a high grade healer although not as fast as panacea…)
A lot of mages in books or anime are white haired old people, anyhow, is the list expanding or not because even without adding anything two weeks a name is about half a year for Taylor which is after leviathan…
1.3. System Enabled
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Captain_Saint
Observer Meddler Annihilator...totally not Evil
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Taylor would be lying if she said she didn't feel scared about going to school.
Even if it was said to be the best school in Brockton Bay as well as being the school where all the Wards go to, so that made the school itself a no-go to any gangs in the city less they incur the Wrath of the entire PRT and Protectorate down on them.
Taylor was more so worried about her time Arcadia being exactly the same as her time in Winslow, an irrational fear really, but she had trauma and past experiences to think that way.
Even after being led to the principal's office by a nice lady and being given assurances that her experience in Winslow would not be happening here did little to assure her, even as they walked through the halls she could already hear the whispers and see the glances and finger points that the other students were giving her.
Though what they said was the opposite of what the kids at Winslow would say to her, but they both made her feel embarrassed even if it was for two completely different reasons.
Her face flushed red as she heard them compliment her looks, the colour of her hair, and how her figure, it showed through her once baggy now tight clothing, it was a constant reminder to go shopping for clothing that would actually fit her.
Even when she contemplated it all through class, Taylor couldn't help but feel relief and happy that she wasn't being called such hideous names but instead being praised for just how she looked.
And that sadly further drove home how ugly she thought and believed she was before her Trigger, the old-looking Taylor equaled ugly while the new one equaled beautiful, it was a toxic mindset that she found difficult to dismiss.
No doubt her Father and late Mother would disagree with her.
Soon the bell rang, and her musing were thoroughly put aside by the call of lunch.
As she was thinking about possibly heading outside or to the roof to eat alone, her sight was impeded by the appearance of a nearly similar-sized blonde girl with a figure that nearly equaled her own.
"Hey there, I heard you were the new girl right, how would you like to come and sit with me and my friends," the blonde said in an incredibly friendly tone, also they were floating, so that meant they must be Glory Girl, a heroine of New Wave which was an independent hero family that did away with the masks.
"I.." Taylor was feeling rather apprehensive about accepting, which was irrational, but as she thought about it she realized that a hero like Glory Girl wouldn't degrade herself to be a petty bully.
"It's alright if you don't want to, I won't pressure you" Taylor shook her head at those words, she was trying to help her in a way, Taylor didn't want to reject that kindness from a hero as so far it was the heroes in the bay that got her out of her school, who dealt with her tormentors and the former faculty at Winslow, they were the ones who got her into this school so that she never go through that sort of hell ever again.
"Sorry, I... I like that, t-to join you that is" let it be known that Taylor's social abilities have been deeply hampered no thanks to those fucking bitches, she found it difficult to come up with the appropriate words to get her points across.
Thankfully the blond smiled and happily guided her through the halls towards the cafeteria where a table of teens were conversing at.
"Hey guys, hope you don't mind but I brought the new girl..uh" the blond looked at Taylor who in turn was wondering why she was looking at her.
It was only a moment later that Taylor flushed with embarrassment upon realising that the hero wanted her to introduce herself.
"oh, um, hey uh, I.. I'm T-Taylor, nice to meet you" Taylor gave a half-hearted wave while her eyes and head twitched while her feet shuffled as her nervousness bled through for all to see just how uncomfortable she was.
"Hello Taylor, nice to meet you I'm Dean" he had blond hair and broad shoulders and his voice, Taylor for some reason found it very familiar, and it was the same sort of feeling that the next boy gave her as he spoke next.
"Sup my names Dennis" he had red hair and bright blue eyes, he also seemed to be an average height for boys his age, but then there was that easy-going smile he had.
"Hi, I'm Carlos" he was about the same body type as Dennis though he had brown eyes and black long hair along with an accent in his voice that Taylor couldn't narrow done.
"I'm Chris" Chris had brown hair tired-looking eyes and was quite paler than the rest he also seemed a bit more reserved in his tone.
And was it for the boys, as for the girls Taylor immediately recognized one of them as Panacea, the sister to Glory Girl, the hero healer that healed Taylor the first time she was admitted to Brockton Bay General, and the second time when she changed.
Seeing her without her Cape outfit, Taylor found herself looking at a deeply tired girl with bags under her eyes as she was hunched over and barely giving anything more than small interested glances at Taylor and amusement and something else at her sister, other than that she paid no attention to anyone else at the table.
"Okay that's my sister Amy there, don't mind too much if she doesn't acknowledge you, she's like that with most people" The blond then went over to the other three girls sitting with them.
"That's Tracy" She pointed to another blond who Taylor could see had brown hair roots meaning it must have been dyed, and she had a petite figure.
"Next to her is Jade" She had black hair in the form of a pixie cut, and she also cut an athletic form.
"And finally Helen." Helen had brown hair tied up in a ponytail and was similar in stature to Tracy, along with a smidge of jealousy in her eyes when she eyed Taylor.
…in fact, all the girls here were looking at her with jealousy, and that made Taylor rub her arms, the movement caused the boys (and girl?) to 'stare' which made the looks the girls sent even more intense.
"And my name is Victoria, but you probably already know that" 'Not really' that's what Taylor thought to herself, though it was nice to have a name to the hero's face other than calling her Glory Girl all the time.
After the introductions were done Taylor took a seat which was in-between the Dallon sisters and explained a bit about herself, how she was born and raised here in the Bay, her family to a small extent, and a very brief history of her time in Winslow before being transferred to Arcadia, everyone at the table did not push on the subjects and that was something Taylor liked.
Now she just would sit there listening to the conversations mostly driven by Victoria and the other girls aside from Amy, with the boys occasionally pitching in about school life and the Cape scene.
Taylor would perk up upon hearing how the teens spoke about her upcoming Wards reveal ceremony, the boys looked bemused about it as if knowing something no one else knew and the girls gossiped about what the Ward (Taylor) would look like and theory crafting on what powers they (Taylor) had.
Also, Taylor could have sworn Amy had a creeping smirk coming on as they continued to talk about her basically, it was in a way embarrassing having people talk about you without them actually knowing that you're the subject of the conversation but you can't reveal that you are.
Once the lunch bell rang and the girls and boys departed, Taylor followed by the smirking Amy moaned about being talked about in such a positive light but not being able to say anything.
"Cheer up ship girl, that's just the charm of being a hero, well if you outed yourself who to say it might be even worse" Taylor didn't know how to respond to that, however, she did raise an eyebrow at the nickname the healer gave her.
"Ship girl?" Amy snorted before replying.
"That is what you are, isn't it, what with all those big guns and stuff, plus your biology is weird" That was the last thing she said before ducking into a classroom.
Taylor made a dejected hum as she continued onwards to her own class which for some reason was on the other side of the school's football field.
As the day progressed to the end of school, she said her goodbyes to her new…'friends'…it was strange to consider them as such, perhaps acquaintances would be better until she got to know them better or when they go and have sleepover or something, Taylor had no idea what teen friends did with one another outside of the obvious.
Once she got home and changed out of her clothes and into something which covered her features better, she and her dad headed over to the PRT HQ where she'd meet with Glenn Chambers head of PR where they would discuss on what her Cape outfit would look like.
As they arrived, they were shown the way toward an area that could only be described as a fashion shows backstage area, there were many hangers and racks of clothing, masks, ribbons, everything a fashion designer would need to make something presentable.
Then there were the people who looked extremely presentable with perfectly ironed out clothing and clean swept-back hair, an overall appearance of elegance.
The rather rotund man with messy hair and a fuzzy beard did not look like he belonged here, but he had a name showing his name as 'Glenn Chambers'.
"Ah, most excellent you're here, please take off your shirt Miss as we are going to need precise measurements" Taylor briefly wondered if this was really the man who was going to be helping her decide what her hero costume would look like.
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Taylor would be lying if she said she didn't feel scared about going to school.
Even if it was said to be the best school in Brockton Bay as well as being the school where all the Wards go to, so that made the school itself a no-go to any gangs in the city less they incur the Wrath of the entire PRT and Protectorate down on them.
Taylor was more so worried about her time Arcadia being exactly the same as her time in Winslow, an irrational fear really, but she had trauma and past experiences to think that way.
Even after being led to the principal's office by a nice lady and being given assurances that her experience in Winslow would not be happening here did little to assure her, even as they walked through the halls she could already hear the whispers and see the glances and finger points that the other students were giving her.
Though what they said was the opposite of what the kids at Winslow would say to her, but they both made her feel embarrassed even if it was for two completely different reasons.
Her face flushed red as she heard them compliment her looks, the colour of her hair, and how her figure, it showed through her once baggy now tight clothing, it was a constant reminder to go shopping for clothing that would actually fit her.
Even when she contemplated it all through class, Taylor couldn't help but feel relief and happy that she wasn't being called such hideous names but instead being praised for just how she looked.
And that sadly further drove home how ugly she thought and believed she was before her Trigger, the old-looking Taylor equaled ugly while the new one equaled beautiful, it was a toxic mindset that she found difficult to dismiss.
No doubt her Father and late Mother would disagree with her.
Soon the bell rang, and her musing were thoroughly put aside by the call of lunch.
As she was thinking about possibly heading outside or to the roof to eat alone, her sight was impeded by the appearance of a nearly similar-sized blonde girl with a figure that nearly equaled her own.
"Hey there, I heard you were the new girl right, how would you like to come and sit with me and my friends," the blonde said in an incredibly friendly tone, also they were floating, so that meant they must be Glory Girl, a heroine of New Wave which was an independent hero family that did away with the masks.
"I.." Taylor was feeling rather apprehensive about accepting, which was irrational, but as she thought about it she realized that a hero like Glory Girl wouldn't degrade herself to be a petty bully.
"It's alright if you don't want to, I won't pressure you" Taylor shook her head at those words, she was trying to help her in a way, Taylor didn't want to reject that kindness from a hero as so far it was the heroes in the bay that got her out of her school, who dealt with her tormentors and the former faculty at Winslow, they were the ones who got her into this school so that she never go through that sort of hell ever again.
"Sorry, I... I like that, t-to join you that is" let it be known that Taylor's social abilities have been deeply hampered no thanks to those fucking bitches, she found it difficult to come up with the appropriate words to get her points across.
Thankfully the blond smiled and happily guided her through the halls towards the cafeteria where a table of teens were conversing at.
"Hey guys, hope you don't mind but I brought the new girl..uh" the blond looked at Taylor who in turn was wondering why she was looking at her.
It was only a moment later that Taylor flushed with embarrassment upon realising that the hero wanted her to introduce herself.
"oh, um, hey uh, I.. I'm T-Taylor, nice to meet you" Taylor gave a half-hearted wave while her eyes and head twitched while her feet shuffled as her nervousness bled through for all to see just how uncomfortable she was.
"Hello Taylor, nice to meet you I'm Dean" he had blond hair and broad shoulders and his voice, Taylor for some reason found it very familiar, and it was the same sort of feeling that the next boy gave her as he spoke next.
"Sup my names Dennis" he had red hair and bright blue eyes, he also seemed to be an average height for boys his age, but then there was that easy-going smile he had.
"Hi, I'm Carlos" he was about the same body type as Dennis though he had brown eyes and black long hair along with an accent in his voice that Taylor couldn't narrow done.
"I'm Chris" Chris had brown hair tired-looking eyes and was quite paler than the rest he also seemed a bit more reserved in his tone.
And was it for the boys, as for the girls Taylor immediately recognized one of them as Panacea, the sister to Glory Girl, the hero healer that healed Taylor the first time she was admitted to Brockton Bay General, and the second time when she changed.
Seeing her without her Cape outfit, Taylor found herself looking at a deeply tired girl with bags under her eyes as she was hunched over and barely giving anything more than small interested glances at Taylor and amusement and something else at her sister, other than that she paid no attention to anyone else at the table.
"Okay that's my sister Amy there, don't mind too much if she doesn't acknowledge you, she's like that with most people" The blond then went over to the other three girls sitting with them.
"That's Tracy" She pointed to another blond who Taylor could see had brown hair roots meaning it must have been dyed, and she had a petite figure.
"Next to her is Jade" She had black hair in the form of a pixie cut, and she also cut an athletic form.
"And finally Helen." Helen had brown hair tied up in a ponytail and was similar in stature to Tracy, along with a smidge of jealousy in her eyes when she eyed Taylor.
…in fact, all the girls here were looking at her with jealousy, and that made Taylor rub her arms, the movement caused the boys (and girl?) to 'stare' which made the looks the girls sent even more intense.
"And my name is Victoria, but you probably already know that" 'Not really' that's what Taylor thought to herself, though it was nice to have a name to the hero's face other than calling her Glory Girl all the time.
After the introductions were done Taylor took a seat which was in-between the Dallon sisters and explained a bit about herself, how she was born and raised here in the Bay, her family to a small extent, and a very brief history of her time in Winslow before being transferred to Arcadia, everyone at the table did not push on the subjects and that was something Taylor liked.
Now she just would sit there listening to the conversations mostly driven by Victoria and the other girls aside from Amy, with the boys occasionally pitching in about school life and the Cape scene.
Taylor would perk up upon hearing how the teens spoke about her upcoming Wards reveal ceremony, the boys looked bemused about it as if knowing something no one else knew and the girls gossiped about what the Ward (Taylor) would look like and theory crafting on what powers they (Taylor) had.
Also, Taylor could have sworn Amy had a creeping smirk coming on as they continued to talk about her basically, it was in a way embarrassing having people talk about you without them actually knowing that you're the subject of the conversation but you can't reveal that you are.
Once the lunch bell rang and the girls and boys departed, Taylor followed by the smirking Amy moaned about being talked about in such a positive light but not being able to say anything.
"Cheer up ship girl, that's just the charm of being a hero, well if you outed yourself who to say it might be even worse" Taylor didn't know how to respond to that, however, she did raise an eyebrow at the nickname the healer gave her.
"Ship girl?" Amy snorted before replying.
"That is what you are, isn't it, what with all those big guns and stuff, plus your biology is weird" That was the last thing she said before ducking into a classroom.
Taylor made a dejected hum as she continued onwards to her own class which for some reason was on the other side of the school's football field.
As the day progressed to the end of school, she said her goodbyes to her new…'friends'…it was strange to consider them as such, perhaps acquaintances would be better until she got to know them better or when they go and have sleepover or something, Taylor had no idea what teen friends did with one another outside of the obvious.
Once she got home and changed out of her clothes and into something which covered her features better, she and her dad headed over to the PRT HQ where she'd meet with Glenn Chambers head of PR where they would discuss on what her Cape outfit would look like.
As they arrived, they were shown the way toward an area that could only be described as a fashion shows backstage area, there were many hangers and racks of clothing, masks, ribbons, everything a fashion designer would need to make something presentable.
Then there were the people who looked extremely presentable with perfectly ironed out clothing and clean swept-back hair, an overall appearance of elegance.
The rather rotund man with messy hair and a fuzzy beard did not look like he belonged here, but he had a name showing his name as 'Glenn Chambers'.
"Ah, most excellent you're here, please take off your shirt Miss as we are going to need precise measurements" Taylor briefly wondered if this was really the man who was going to be helping her decide what her hero costume would look like.
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new characters to the list...maybe?
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Captain_Saint
Observer Meddler Annihilator...totally not Evil
I was thinking about adding in some more characters to the WHS, however, I remain undecided for some.
Ken Kaneki - Tokyo Goul
Shoto Todoroki - MHA (not sure about this one)
Tengen Uzui - Demon Slayer
Orgami Tobiichi - Date A Live
Haijme Nagumo - Arifureta: From Commonplace To Worlds Strongest
Sesshomaru - Inuyasha
Kiana Kaslana Herrscher of the Void - Honkai Impact 3rd
KMS Fritz Rumey - Azur Lane
Ken Kaneki - Tokyo Goul
Shoto Todoroki - MHA (not sure about this one)
Tengen Uzui - Demon Slayer
Orgami Tobiichi - Date A Live
Haijme Nagumo - Arifureta: From Commonplace To Worlds Strongest
Sesshomaru - Inuyasha
Kiana Kaslana Herrscher of the Void - Honkai Impact 3rd
KMS Fritz Rumey - Azur Lane
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And that was how Glen Chambers died, from the slap of an embarrassed girl after speaking without thinking.
Sylent-M
Be Trans, Take to Heresy
- Pronouns
- Was/Were
Should Kaneki or Hajime count? Their hair ends up white, but it's not their natural color. Emiya too, now that I'm thinking about it.
You could do Eri instead of Todoroki
And Yue from ATLA should be able to waterbend if you want to add a hydrokinetic to the mix, and I'm 100% sure there's some pyrokinetic white haired character somewhere.
I'd say draw the line at making sure that the characters have pure white hair, regardless of what their hair color was at birth.
Edit: Fujiwara no Mokou from the touhou games for a pyrokinetic white haired character is an option
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Brightstone
Feral Goblin
Taylor: "My powers suck! For two damn weeks, I was stuck being the freaking moon!"
Amy: "That's rough, buddy."
Raiden from metal gear has white hair ciri from the Witcher does too although compared to being a warship or being able to just erase the endbringers as gojo they is a bit lacking but it would be kinda funny for her to pick ciri and accidentally jump to the ship girl anime or something
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is her current character replaced when she gets a new one or do they merge until she becomes the ultimate white haired being? I don't think it was clarified anywhere so far and we're still a while out before she gets another
To make things more balanced, yet also making her powerful for the time being, Shoto, Origami, Kaneki and Fritz could be your starters.
1.4. System Enabled
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Captain_Saint
Observer Meddler Annihilator...totally not Evil
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"Absolutely Not"
Another article of clothing was thrown into the pile of an ever-increasing mound of clothes.
They suggested a pink frilly dress, PINK, Taylor wanted to be heroic and iconic not a bloody children's tea party doll.
"Okay, we'll tick off the fairy themes" Glenn says as he runs his pen across his notepad.
So far in the last ten minutes or so, they've been going through clothing, themes, and ideas and none have even remotely filled Taylor with anything but disappointment.
Princess styles, Barbie Esq models, and even a Japanese sailor uniform have all been thrown into the pile of rejects.
"Look, I just want a suit that's both practical and iconic" Glenn just looked at her with an unamused look.
"That's all you kids want these days, I read your file and I know you have power-related armor so we didn't need to go with any knightly themes, the guns don't give the best impression to some girls even more so the regular American parent, but boys especially teen boys will like it, but to put it all together.." he trailed off as he both sighed and scratched his chin in trying to figure out a good costume for Taylor.
"We could go straight to the aquatic choices sir," one of the attendees said to Glenn who was handed over a binder with different pictures of swimsuits and naval uniforms.
Flipping through them Glenn nodded to some while taking out some that looked too risqué.
After some shuffling, he took three pages before giving them to Taylor.
"How about a combination of these three." He said, Taylor took the three pages and placed them down on a white folding table which was draped over with more colorful clothing.
One photo had a one-piece wetsuit with a diving tank and mask along with flippers and a sash bag that held a red and white medical cross on it.
The second had a figure covered by a large near oversized overcoat that took inspiration from a white captain cloak along with a traditional navy uniform with stars and stripes.
The last was a Lifeguard or even a Surf Lifesaving outfit with short swimmers and a cap, the image also contained a foam floater and flippers on the feet.
Taylor gave back the third image, but the first and second seemed to give Taylor a feeling, it wasn't something she understood but it was a kind of feeling of when something just clicked and everything else would fall into place.
"This coat seems good along with the naval-like symbols plus the shoes, as for the wetsuit I'd like it to look not too bulky, I don't want to be restricted on my movement," Taylor said what she wanted to say, Mr Chambers had a small smile as he nodded along to what Taylor wanted.
"And we have a winner, right we'll get this sorted for the Tailors, we should have something available two days before your debut" With that all sorted the PR team started to clean up and place all the clothing they brought with them into several boxes which they began carting out of the room with the help of some PRT troopers.
"Well, thank you for your time Washington, I'll be sure to inform the Director of what we've concluded with, and I will see you in a couple of days alright," Glenn says as he waved goodbye to Taylor who returned the gesture.
Once they were gone Taylor let out a tired breath before making her way to the lobby where her Dad was at, but before that, she made sure to change into her civilian wear and stow away her bandana mouth mask.
Once that was done she met up with Danny who gave a wave and a hug before they began heading out to the truck.
"So how did it go" Her Father asked as they opened the doors of the building and walked out onto the streets.
"It was exhausting and it wasn't even for that long, they wanted me to dress up as a pink princess" Danny snorted as he looked far too amused with the idea of his little girl dressed in what said.
"Well, you'll always be my princess little owl" he smirked as Taylor looked away.
"Stooop" Taylor moaned and then pouted when her father just laughed at her.
Both father and daughter chattered a bit more as they got in Danny's truck and headed home. It was a very positive thing for them to be doing, as usually, both of them wouldn't even be talking at length. If Taylor didn't trigger, or perhaps in another universe where she did but her father never found out, it would have been the same old awkward silence between the two.
But in this universe, Taylor's Father found out about his daughter's troubles, and with the help of both PRT and Protectorate, they managed to gain justice, not only that, it forced the duo to talk about their grievances and finally heal from the shadow of Annette Hebert's passing.
Despite the trauma being forced out into the open and much crying it ultimately allowed the remaining family members to feel as though a massive weight had been lifted off of their shoulders.
Now after two years, father and daughter could talk to one another without the grief and torment, they could now look towards the future and not just go through the motions as it were.
But that's just the thing though.
Even though the Hebert's now had a near-positive future ahead of them, even though there was still much uncertainty and fear to be had, they knew that they could in a small but reassuring way, face it with confidence.
All they need now is a test, to see how that confidence stacks up to what living in Brockton Bay is really all about.
"Uh, dad what's happening over there" At an intersection whilst they were stopped at a red light, Taylor pointed towards the front of them as she saw objects of sorts flying up in the air.
Both squinted their eyes to see if they could make it out.
What they could tell was that it was getting closer as more objects were either flung to the side or up above.
A horrible dread engulfed both of them as they quickly realized that those objects were bits and pieces of wrecked cars being ruthlessly tossed aside as if a massive thing was plowing them aside.
As the front cars on the opposite side of the road were now brutally thrown aside or crushed under some invisible weight, Danny didn't have the time nor reaction to move the truck they were in safety to the side as whatever had hit the cars in front had now hit them.
The old family truck's front caved in as some invisible force had cut into it and before long it quickly ran all the way up to the passenger side.
Danny watched in muted horror as he saw his daughter taken away by the invisible force of carnage, and right after his truck twisted and was yanked and tossed into the side pavement as though a petulant child were tossing away a broken toy.
His seatbelt did its job to keep him in his palace as the truck tumbled with windows shattering and metal scraping with a horrendous screeches.
Soon, what was left of his truck came to a stop right side up, dazed and in shock, Danny could feel his body stun him with pain, muscles were strained from violent back-and-forth movement in his neck and joints, and he felt blood leak from the cuts in his skin as glass and metal fragments tore at him, but he was lucky, as it all could have been worse, much worse, if he had been in the passenger seat…
"TAYLOR!" his mind snapped back to focus as his heart began to rapidly pump his blood, frantically he tore off his seatbelt and nearly fell onto the road filled with debris from whatever had hit all those other cars.
None of that mattered as his eyes swept around until…There!
He found his Daughter, but the site of her position and condition gave him pause.
He found Taylor underneath a mound of METAL, there was blood covering her and OIL.
[DESTINATION]
she wasn't moving, he couldn't see her move, he willed his body forward, but it felt too slow, too slow, his heart, he could here its pounding and his breathing hitching.
A familiar site, all that METAL, crushed cars, bodies lying about.
A familiar scene, too much, it resembled that one singular horrible day too well.
[AGREEMENT]
his eyes betrayed him, the site was blurry damnable FLESH, he wiped his eyes but too slow, his limbs, too slow.
He was nearing her prone body, was she whole or torn in two under that METAL, her beautiful white hair stained with blood and OIL.
He tripped and his face met the site of a torn hand and mangled FLESH.
[TRAJECTORY]
He could not hear anymore, he could not hear the sound of sirens, the echo of screams, and tearing METAL.
He should count himself lucky not to hear it, right now he could only repeat one singular thing, one name.
"Taylor" if he could hear his own voice, what would it sound like, the sound of a wounded animal mewling out as it cradled its young.
The overwhelming feeling of sorrow and loss, memories provided hateful comparisons to that day, the day he lost his light.
And now under METAL, covered in blood and OIL, his last light, his last hope, his greatest CREATION, his own FLESH and blood lay motionless.
[AGREEMENT]
A spike of pain laced through his skull and how it burned, but not as much as that deep all too familiar pit of darkness that threatened to pull him back into the abyss.
He was about to beg, to scream his lungs out and cry to the heavens above to take it back, he didn't want this pain.
He was just a single father who wanted his daughter back, he wanted to see her smile again, he wanted to be there when she showed him her boyfriend or girlfriend and to threaten them with his shotgun.
He wanted to see the day she graduated and the day she moved out and the day she got married before then having children of her own where he could tell tales to them about how the bay used to be.
And as if by divine intervention his prayer was answered.
He froze still as he saw the twitches run up and down his daughter's fingers before then her opened.
Seeing those two beautiful blue orbs where the greatest thing he would ever see outside of holding her when she was born.
"Taylor" his hearing was coming back to him, he could hear her breathing and when he managed to hug her he could feel the beat of her own heart.
"D-dad" tears were now freely flowing from his eyes as he let his heart take over.
Danny didn't care how long it was that he cried for while hugging his daughter, he thanked god and any else remotely similar.
He began to realise that his daughter was unharmed, there was not even a scratch on her as she pulled herself out from the METAL.
He also regrettably, began to realise that he and his daughter were among the few lucky ones to escape the carnage that was all around them.
Both heard the screaming, smelt the blood, and FLESH.
Quickly the police and the PRT arrived, and both swept the area as they helped those who they could and provided comfort to those who they couldn't, the fire brigade and paramedics then came to ferry the injured and dead to the nearest hospitals.
It didn't take long for a local hero by the name of Velocity to zoom in and see them, they saw how alarmed he looked as his hand snapped to his right ear and began talking in a hurried way before making his way over to ascertain their conditions.
What happened next was a blur of activity to Danny, he and Taylor were both questioned by the hero who then had them take an armored van back to the PRT HQ where once they arrived would be sent towards the infirmary where they treated their own troopers and the occasional Ward or hero.
Danny didn't care though, he didn't care about himself at that moment, all he cared about was his daughter and that she was okay, she was here with him safe and sound, and he could find comfort in that truth.
And because she was okay he could now finally rest his eyes for a bit as sleep would likely get rid of his bone-shivering worry, and that nasty headache at the back of his head.
However, he really should have paid more attention to the fact that he was dismantling a defibrillator and turning it into a hovering heartbeat-monitoring drone.
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"Absolutely Not"
Another article of clothing was thrown into the pile of an ever-increasing mound of clothes.
They suggested a pink frilly dress, PINK, Taylor wanted to be heroic and iconic not a bloody children's tea party doll.
"Okay, we'll tick off the fairy themes" Glenn says as he runs his pen across his notepad.
So far in the last ten minutes or so, they've been going through clothing, themes, and ideas and none have even remotely filled Taylor with anything but disappointment.
Princess styles, Barbie Esq models, and even a Japanese sailor uniform have all been thrown into the pile of rejects.
"Look, I just want a suit that's both practical and iconic" Glenn just looked at her with an unamused look.
"That's all you kids want these days, I read your file and I know you have power-related armor so we didn't need to go with any knightly themes, the guns don't give the best impression to some girls even more so the regular American parent, but boys especially teen boys will like it, but to put it all together.." he trailed off as he both sighed and scratched his chin in trying to figure out a good costume for Taylor.
"We could go straight to the aquatic choices sir," one of the attendees said to Glenn who was handed over a binder with different pictures of swimsuits and naval uniforms.
Flipping through them Glenn nodded to some while taking out some that looked too risqué.
After some shuffling, he took three pages before giving them to Taylor.
"How about a combination of these three." He said, Taylor took the three pages and placed them down on a white folding table which was draped over with more colorful clothing.
One photo had a one-piece wetsuit with a diving tank and mask along with flippers and a sash bag that held a red and white medical cross on it.
The second had a figure covered by a large near oversized overcoat that took inspiration from a white captain cloak along with a traditional navy uniform with stars and stripes.
The last was a Lifeguard or even a Surf Lifesaving outfit with short swimmers and a cap, the image also contained a foam floater and flippers on the feet.
Taylor gave back the third image, but the first and second seemed to give Taylor a feeling, it wasn't something she understood but it was a kind of feeling of when something just clicked and everything else would fall into place.
"This coat seems good along with the naval-like symbols plus the shoes, as for the wetsuit I'd like it to look not too bulky, I don't want to be restricted on my movement," Taylor said what she wanted to say, Mr Chambers had a small smile as he nodded along to what Taylor wanted.
"And we have a winner, right we'll get this sorted for the Tailors, we should have something available two days before your debut" With that all sorted the PR team started to clean up and place all the clothing they brought with them into several boxes which they began carting out of the room with the help of some PRT troopers.
"Well, thank you for your time Washington, I'll be sure to inform the Director of what we've concluded with, and I will see you in a couple of days alright," Glenn says as he waved goodbye to Taylor who returned the gesture.
Once they were gone Taylor let out a tired breath before making her way to the lobby where her Dad was at, but before that, she made sure to change into her civilian wear and stow away her bandana mouth mask.
Once that was done she met up with Danny who gave a wave and a hug before they began heading out to the truck.
"So how did it go" Her Father asked as they opened the doors of the building and walked out onto the streets.
"It was exhausting and it wasn't even for that long, they wanted me to dress up as a pink princess" Danny snorted as he looked far too amused with the idea of his little girl dressed in what said.
"Well, you'll always be my princess little owl" he smirked as Taylor looked away.
"Stooop" Taylor moaned and then pouted when her father just laughed at her.
Both father and daughter chattered a bit more as they got in Danny's truck and headed home. It was a very positive thing for them to be doing, as usually, both of them wouldn't even be talking at length. If Taylor didn't trigger, or perhaps in another universe where she did but her father never found out, it would have been the same old awkward silence between the two.
But in this universe, Taylor's Father found out about his daughter's troubles, and with the help of both PRT and Protectorate, they managed to gain justice, not only that, it forced the duo to talk about their grievances and finally heal from the shadow of Annette Hebert's passing.
Despite the trauma being forced out into the open and much crying it ultimately allowed the remaining family members to feel as though a massive weight had been lifted off of their shoulders.
Now after two years, father and daughter could talk to one another without the grief and torment, they could now look towards the future and not just go through the motions as it were.
But that's just the thing though.
Even though the Hebert's now had a near-positive future ahead of them, even though there was still much uncertainty and fear to be had, they knew that they could in a small but reassuring way, face it with confidence.
All they need now is a test, to see how that confidence stacks up to what living in Brockton Bay is really all about.
"Uh, dad what's happening over there" At an intersection whilst they were stopped at a red light, Taylor pointed towards the front of them as she saw objects of sorts flying up in the air.
Both squinted their eyes to see if they could make it out.
What they could tell was that it was getting closer as more objects were either flung to the side or up above.
A horrible dread engulfed both of them as they quickly realized that those objects were bits and pieces of wrecked cars being ruthlessly tossed aside as if a massive thing was plowing them aside.
As the front cars on the opposite side of the road were now brutally thrown aside or crushed under some invisible weight, Danny didn't have the time nor reaction to move the truck they were in safety to the side as whatever had hit the cars in front had now hit them.
The old family truck's front caved in as some invisible force had cut into it and before long it quickly ran all the way up to the passenger side.
Danny watched in muted horror as he saw his daughter taken away by the invisible force of carnage, and right after his truck twisted and was yanked and tossed into the side pavement as though a petulant child were tossing away a broken toy.
His seatbelt did its job to keep him in his palace as the truck tumbled with windows shattering and metal scraping with a horrendous screeches.
Soon, what was left of his truck came to a stop right side up, dazed and in shock, Danny could feel his body stun him with pain, muscles were strained from violent back-and-forth movement in his neck and joints, and he felt blood leak from the cuts in his skin as glass and metal fragments tore at him, but he was lucky, as it all could have been worse, much worse, if he had been in the passenger seat…
"TAYLOR!" his mind snapped back to focus as his heart began to rapidly pump his blood, frantically he tore off his seatbelt and nearly fell onto the road filled with debris from whatever had hit all those other cars.
None of that mattered as his eyes swept around until…There!
He found his Daughter, but the site of her position and condition gave him pause.
He found Taylor underneath a mound of METAL, there was blood covering her and OIL.
[DESTINATION]
she wasn't moving, he couldn't see her move, he willed his body forward, but it felt too slow, too slow, his heart, he could here its pounding and his breathing hitching.
A familiar site, all that METAL, crushed cars, bodies lying about.
A familiar scene, too much, it resembled that one singular horrible day too well.
[AGREEMENT]
his eyes betrayed him, the site was blurry damnable FLESH, he wiped his eyes but too slow, his limbs, too slow.
He was nearing her prone body, was she whole or torn in two under that METAL, her beautiful white hair stained with blood and OIL.
He tripped and his face met the site of a torn hand and mangled FLESH.
[TRAJECTORY]
He could not hear anymore, he could not hear the sound of sirens, the echo of screams, and tearing METAL.
He should count himself lucky not to hear it, right now he could only repeat one singular thing, one name.
"Taylor" if he could hear his own voice, what would it sound like, the sound of a wounded animal mewling out as it cradled its young.
The overwhelming feeling of sorrow and loss, memories provided hateful comparisons to that day, the day he lost his light.
And now under METAL, covered in blood and OIL, his last light, his last hope, his greatest CREATION, his own FLESH and blood lay motionless.
[AGREEMENT]
A spike of pain laced through his skull and how it burned, but not as much as that deep all too familiar pit of darkness that threatened to pull him back into the abyss.
He was about to beg, to scream his lungs out and cry to the heavens above to take it back, he didn't want this pain.
He was just a single father who wanted his daughter back, he wanted to see her smile again, he wanted to be there when she showed him her boyfriend or girlfriend and to threaten them with his shotgun.
He wanted to see the day she graduated and the day she moved out and the day she got married before then having children of her own where he could tell tales to them about how the bay used to be.
And as if by divine intervention his prayer was answered.
He froze still as he saw the twitches run up and down his daughter's fingers before then her opened.
Seeing those two beautiful blue orbs where the greatest thing he would ever see outside of holding her when she was born.
"Taylor" his hearing was coming back to him, he could hear her breathing and when he managed to hug her he could feel the beat of her own heart.
"D-dad" tears were now freely flowing from his eyes as he let his heart take over.
Danny didn't care how long it was that he cried for while hugging his daughter, he thanked god and any else remotely similar.
He began to realise that his daughter was unharmed, there was not even a scratch on her as she pulled herself out from the METAL.
He also regrettably, began to realise that he and his daughter were among the few lucky ones to escape the carnage that was all around them.
Both heard the screaming, smelt the blood, and FLESH.
Quickly the police and the PRT arrived, and both swept the area as they helped those who they could and provided comfort to those who they couldn't, the fire brigade and paramedics then came to ferry the injured and dead to the nearest hospitals.
It didn't take long for a local hero by the name of Velocity to zoom in and see them, they saw how alarmed he looked as his hand snapped to his right ear and began talking in a hurried way before making his way over to ascertain their conditions.
What happened next was a blur of activity to Danny, he and Taylor were both questioned by the hero who then had them take an armored van back to the PRT HQ where once they arrived would be sent towards the infirmary where they treated their own troopers and the occasional Ward or hero.
Danny didn't care though, he didn't care about himself at that moment, all he cared about was his daughter and that she was okay, she was here with him safe and sound, and he could find comfort in that truth.
And because she was okay he could now finally rest his eyes for a bit as sleep would likely get rid of his bone-shivering worry, and that nasty headache at the back of his head.
However, he really should have paid more attention to the fact that he was dismantling a defibrillator and turning it into a hovering heartbeat-monitoring drone.
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Hmmm... Is Danny a medical equipment based tinker now?
Until now, the story has been a good read—nothing special, but a good read. You decide to escalate it (fitting since it is a Worm fic) to the point where it either goes off like a fusion bomb or becomes a dud. I hope you have the skill and plan to make it go off.
I'm a bit confused about this part here.
So, they were hit by an invisible vehicle that crumpled their truck, then that thing ran into Taylor "taking her away". I'm not sure how that happened or whether we are being confused because we're looking at it from Danny's point of view?
From what we know, and the PRT tests show, Taylor shouldn't be bothered by being hit with the invisible vehicle. Hell, if she is surprised and not "going with it" she is the effective immovable object with her mass vs. the vehicles.
So, is what we're reading when Danny sees Taylor being "taken away" as Taylor remaining unmoving while the truck and Danny is flung away? The sentence isn't exactly clear and could be cleaned up.
Then there is the whole bit with Taylor just laying there? On the ground? Unmoving for awhile with her eyes closed (she opens them later so they had to be closed the entire time). I'm honestly confused about what is going on with her in this scene. Was she just in shock? It's not like she could have been hurt and you even later say she easily pulled herself out of the wreckage. If she closed her eyes when she got hit, did she not open them at all? Reflectively wipe at herself as the oil got all over her? Look around at the noise of the incident and her father screaming her name? She just seemed to be playing possum which is a damn strange reaction especially with her position and the crap on her.
Sorry, and thank you for the chapter, but this scene to me doesn't come across very well. Maybe other people will get it better, but and I'm just not groking it. I realize a lot of it is to literally trigger Danny, but that should still mesh with the story and abilities you've granted Taylor and it doesn't seem to based on what you've described.
Maybe have her completely buried in the vehicle with only her shoe near the scene and Danny freaks out thinking she's dead that way. Bonus points if there is FLESH around Taylor's shoe and he assumes it is hers in the moment. The scene ends when Taylor tears her way free of the metal that had positively entombed her, unhurt and mostly startled, having been unable to hear or respond to Danny due to being encased in the wrecked vehicle.
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