7.2
Grey Dragon
(Verified Squid God)
- Location
- Australia
7.2
Following at the heels of the fleeing Tinker in his wheelie suit leads us into an ambush, impressively hidden. I start laughing before they are even in sight. I get what some of these damn ornaments do!
The tiara... provides a wide band spatial awareness.
I wouldn't have even realized, if I hadn't spotted demolition charges below the floor... as I looked at the floor itself. It looks like they are spaced to demolish that entire section. I look around curious, and see more in the roof. Oh, tricky snake. Trying to crush me again.
I hold up a hand to Marquis.
"Just a moment. Go back to the stairs." I ordered.
I waited until he seemed far enough away. Then happily stepped into the trap with a perky smile. I looked for the bait. Hmm. Oh, hello. A monitor flickered to life.
"Hello Vermin." I responded, as his masked appearance appeared in view.
"Now that isn't nice, why don't you calm down and talk this out?" The reptile tempted.
"I don't know? Tempt me snake, show me the fruits of your wisdom of good and evil." I chuckled.
"We don't have to kill each other, I'm willing to leave you and Lung your piece of the city." He offered.
"Hmm. Not good enough. I already have that." I replied tapping my lips with a metal covered finger.
"Money, influence... capes and mercenaries." He added.
"You're sounding a touch desperate there." I pointed out. "Perhaps if you offered me something a bit more interesting."
"What do you demand...?" He asked, apprehensively.
"Oh, poor little sneaky Snakey. I don't want your treasures and riches, your soldiers or your land. What I want is more abstract." I explained. "I want this." I held my arms out and spun on steel heels. They are alarmingly second nature to the me who would never be caught dead in heels.
"What do you mean by 'this'." He asked trying to understand, using logic. No wonder he is so terrified and confused. Vampires don't work on logic.
"I want all of this, the experience of destroying your empire and all you scheme, taking from you the men, lands and treasures you possess just because it is there! To see you squirm and wet yourself in terror. To taste your blood on my tongue and your soul as it wails, one of countless others locked within me." I chuckled. "Tonight is my night, so dance for me snake! Dance as the city is reborn in flames and waves of blood!"
He pressed a button he held hidden in his fingers and then just stared in shock.
"Oh dear, you were expecting maybe an earth shattering kaboom?" I asked grinning. The bombs are in my shadows. I'm sure to find a use for them tonight.
Coil looked queasy.
I pulled out poor Hookwolf's bald head from the darkness. "But don't worry little Snakey! You will have so many friends inside me! Look at Hookwolf here, his smile says it all, he loves it! Everyday in my soul is your Ellisburg!" I smiled as he reCoiled. "I had such a good sample of your soul from your tricks I want the whole thing!" I said with all the glee of a child looking at a chocolate bar. "And not just you but everyone else here!" I laughed maniacally as he fumbled trying to cut the camera feed. "Hooky and Cricketbat were just appetisers!"
Now... how to do this... I know!
I skip back to Marquis, heels digging into floor tiles like ice-picks into well... ice. Hey, the puns can't all be funny. That would mean they weren't puns.
"Wait a few minutes and then follow me up. I'm going to clear the place quickly." I explained vaguely as he stared at me.
"You remind me more and more of that thing that called itself Alucard." He replied.
"I know, isn't it great?!" I asked with glee. "It took me digesting more than a thousand people to get this strong! Who knew there were so many evil people in the world for me to eat?!"
I spread out into a swarm of crawling venomous insects. I drew on Emma's powers and expanded to overflowing. Then I surged in all directions, endlessly generating more parts of me. I filled the R&D section and further up to the next floor, falling on soldiers and parahumans in my way. Scorpions, black widows and centipedes engulfing the human elements.
Existing as an amorphous shape, much like a larger mist form I slowly engulfed that floor sending humans fleeing to the higher floors. Those that tried to go down ran into Marquis and the ghouls, neither offering an escape.
By the time I had chased all of the humans into the Penthouse/Boardroom/Executive Office of the top floor I had taken some twenty floors and covered them in my swarm. Where the insects failed to enter, shadows and telekinesis could.
I enjoyed tearing off the pressure sealed doors and engulfing the fools inside who thought it made them safe from my wrath.
The final floor was luxurious and festooned with Nazi paraphernalia.
I loitered outside blanketing the torn open doors in pitch black carapaces of crawling death. You know, the creatures I become are similar in diet to myself. The juices of our victims. To ensure that the trapped humans know how deadly serious I am, I spit out the remains of the dozen men who failed to escape being overwhelmed by the swarm. Bleached white bones, looking polished clatter from within the swarm to pave my entrance.
Walking out onto the bones, crushing them underfoot I look at the terror and laugh happily. "There is no escape. There is only death and me." Keep their focus. Make them stupid and reckless.
I feel good. Stronger than ever. My swarm still exists... the extra, generated parts anyway, holding the doorways with their dark bodies. They emit a faint thunderous sound as they rub and scrape against each other's carapaces.
"So turn over the parahumans, anyone in costume and you lackeys will live." I chuckled. "Or alternatively I make this room a mausoleum."
The big Tinker, in his steam powered-armour charged at me, with a screech of a whistle. Thudding footsteps shook the building as he came at me. But my feelings were confident. I tensed, then with a mighty leap crossed the distance between us in an instant, driving my gauntlet into his groin. The pock-marked face deformed in a scream as things metallic and other softer things broke under my fist.
The marvellous thing was, I was completely unharmed. As I moved to attack with full force the right gauntlet and my heels spread their steel along my limbs, reinforcing them at the key moments. All the joy of possessing a high level Brute rating without the maiming injuries! They aren't a defence, they're an exoskeleton!
The ugly Tinker slammed into a window and flew out, into the darkness to meet the streets face first.
Tiny Wheeled Tinker cowers in a corner as my gaze passes him.
Purity is there but more focused on the far corner, where a baby is held by a masked man.
A brief minute of normality adjustment gives me time to take the baby from Coil and place her with her mother. I escort the pair to the window and let my power lapse.
"Go on, take the kid and leave. I don't care about your opinions, but if you ever join a gang of criminals you might meet me again. I won't be impressed." I suggested, shoving the pair out the window. The glowing woman clutching her child disappearing into the night, a streak like a flare in the sky.
Still I counted a few parahumans in here.
A stick thin figure in a jester costume edged closer, trying to look harmless. He/she swung an inordinately large hammer at me, plucked from empty space. I blinked and laughed as I was hit for a homerun out the window.
Taking the form of a giant bat I swept back inside a moment later, hissing, crouched on my wing pinions. I screeched in a tone so high and loud humans could only feel it as it tore their eardrums apart. Dozens clutched their bleeding ears as I stalked inside and caught hold of the clown. It breathed fire at me, scorching my skin and face. I took flight and soared out the broken window, carrying my victim.
The soldiers and sundry looked confused as I winged away, until the clown returned, launched like a projectile through the open window to fly out the other side howling. I landed hard, laughing in the disturbing way only a six-foot tall vampire bat can.
"Watch that first step...!" I called out.
I shifted between various forms, noting the terror it brought on those who dared look at me. Stormtiger was so terrified when I found him he just begged me for mercy. Hookwolf's death was all it took to smash his confidence. I snapped his neck in a moment of mercy. Sappy of me, I know.
I looked for my main target. Here Snakey...
Taking only a moment to identify that the masked man was in fact a double, I peered around and found him.
Walking to a wall, I sensed his mind beyond it. Steel walls, a secure empty space. A panic room for Nazis. I casually walked through the wall.
"Tom, a pleasure to see you in the flesh for real." I stated as he jerked back, in surprise. I looked down, noting I was coming out a security monitor. "What do you know, the camera adds ten pounds... and the exercise equipment Ads remove it."
"I'll give you anything you want! I'll turn myself in! Just let me live!" He begged.
I cocked my head. "But what I want is your life, that offer makes no sense."
He drew a pistol blathering on about funding and Cauldron and all that nonsense. Life is about living in the moment, you know? All his ridiculous plans and schemes simply didn't account for very much wriggle room. Without an army what is he really? Pitifully human.
The gun fire was accurate as any marksman I'd faced. It took out my eyes, struck the metal plates around my heart... but was futile. As he re-aimed, trying to put the next bullet in his own skull via the palate I snatched it away from him.
He finally used his power and I beat him bloody over and over, in simulation and reality. Each time he reached for the lost weapon, seeking a clean end. But I had a long memory. I remember all of those people he sacrificed to give himself opportunities. I hurled him around the room, from one steel wall to the next, painting the walls with his fluids as he gasped and begged.
I could forgive a lot of things, people try to kill me so much it is ordinary. Knowing he tried to kidnap kids, his plans for them and all the sick things he used the powers in his head for on his downtime... I took my time.
Several minutes later I emerged, floating like a wraith out a wall had quite an effect. No one had any doubts they were facing imminent death.
The Tinker kid squealed and tried desperately to hide as I found him cowering.
"Stupid child, playing with psychos and monsters. Go back to playing with toys in your mother's basement." I hissed, pointing for him to leave. He hesitated. Until the swarm parted at my orders. Then he flinched, turns out Marquis and my ghouls were already here. Time flies when you can too.
The soldiers were in a frenzy, terrified out of their wits. At gun point they herded the remaining parahumans out for me. "Good, good." I nodded at their submission.
I looked from one to the other. One was dressed like some idiotic edge-lord, black with black. His mind was all kinds of crazy, even by my standards. The next a girl with an exposed mouth and finally Coil #2.
I shrugged and pointed at the fake parahuman. "I just killed the real one, why do I need the cosplayer version? Get lost."
The female looked at me with a glimmer of fight left. "Who are all of you parahumans anyway? Do you even realize how many of you Coil has killed as bait? At least seven by my count." I pointed out. I sampled her thoughts and really... she wasn't worthy of death. Just a new trigger, needing money. Really just one more example of how the PRT fucks with the parahuman problem. Ironically she was actually hired by one of their Directors...
I shook my head. "Just leave with the rest. You're not cut out for this kind of life."
It took a moment to recognize the last one, with his hood and sunglasses.
"Greg Veder?" I asked, mind blown. "What the fuck?"
"Taylor my Taylor. NocTUrNe. JiaNgshi! BLOOD GODDESS." He mouthed in at least five voices. "Weaknesses: Sunlight, concentrated. Blood, contaminated, drained. Mind, destabilized. Articles of Faith and True Belief."
Oh, this explains so much.
"You're the one who told Coil everything, huh?" I flinch, looking at the tangled mess in his head. "What did he do to you? Drugs? Mind rape? Force you to watch the worst Adam Sandler movies of all time?"
"Actually... he cracked about a week ago and triggered." A soldier offered.
"Really? Tell me more." I said eagerly.
"He was rushed to a psychologist for an emergency session." The soldier said. "I was guarding him." He explained. "Apparently he triggered due to extreme internet addiction withdrawal symptoms. The funny thing is, the boss kidnapped him a week earlier as a precog and kept him in isolation!"
I burst out into hysterics, laughing insanely. Wiping tears of blood from my eyes I eventually choked out: "That's Greg. Never ceases to surprise in the most idiotic ways!" I clapped the soldier on the shoulder. "Okay, you can live for sure!"
The building rocked with an explosion like a grenade. I looked to my new best friend.
Unfortunately he exploded in a hail of gunfire. It came from the window.
The Butcher peered inside, with a smile as she levelled her minigun at the crowd. "I don't know what the flying fuck is going on here with all the gunfire, but all of you seem like wonderful targets!" The Butcher declared. "Look at all the fucking Nazis... and is that Coil I see?"
I collapsed sobbing, cradling the leaking body of my soulmate... "Funny guy! Nooooo!" I screamed. "He only had one week 'til retirement!"
"How long you got, Red Bitch?" The Butcher sneered.
I smiled back. "Longer than all of you do, crammed in that head, fit to burst."
I moved through shadows to reach for the Butcher's arms, but she reacted instantly avoiding me by leaning and as she did so turned the gun in my direction, as her gun barrels spun up to the required speed whining. I took a face and chest full of bullets in those few moments, blasted out the building and as I was still regenerating, fell all the way to the ground. Then I had to regenerate that damage too. Annoying.
I shook off the impact that pulped me and blinked at the shadow looming over me. However it resolved into a puzzled looking Gavel.
"Hey there. Needed a breath of fresh air." I said. "Ignore how this looks." I am currently a human spider, with all my limbs broken oddly.
He rubbed his bald head confused.
"Just go back to watching the doors. Some soldiers and parahumans will come down in a few minutes." I added.
He wandered back ten yards to the doorway muttering about shit jobs.
Aleks landed softly on her snowboard at my side. "What happened? Base-jumping without a parachute?" She joked.
I spat out several dozen bullets. "Nope. Minigun."
"Ow!" She joked. "That had to hurt."
"You'd think so, but still better than that time I tried waxing my legs. Far less burning." I replied.
Coil's Powers...
Timeline A
I hug Aleks, because she's cute.
Timeline B
I pull Aleks into a hug because she's adorable.
Timeline A
I cancel this timeline to pursue another line of inquiry.
Timeline C
Hug Aleks. Soft and tiny.
Timeline B
This timeline is now rendered useless, I cancel it too.
…
Timeline Z
Aleks cute. Hug. Cavewoman Tay-Lor like!
Aleks: Why are you just standing there with a goofy smile?
Taylor: Just running through the millions of ways I love you.
Following at the heels of the fleeing Tinker in his wheelie suit leads us into an ambush, impressively hidden. I start laughing before they are even in sight. I get what some of these damn ornaments do!
The tiara... provides a wide band spatial awareness.
I wouldn't have even realized, if I hadn't spotted demolition charges below the floor... as I looked at the floor itself. It looks like they are spaced to demolish that entire section. I look around curious, and see more in the roof. Oh, tricky snake. Trying to crush me again.
I hold up a hand to Marquis.
"Just a moment. Go back to the stairs." I ordered.
I waited until he seemed far enough away. Then happily stepped into the trap with a perky smile. I looked for the bait. Hmm. Oh, hello. A monitor flickered to life.
"Hello Vermin." I responded, as his masked appearance appeared in view.
"Now that isn't nice, why don't you calm down and talk this out?" The reptile tempted.
"I don't know? Tempt me snake, show me the fruits of your wisdom of good and evil." I chuckled.
"We don't have to kill each other, I'm willing to leave you and Lung your piece of the city." He offered.
"Hmm. Not good enough. I already have that." I replied tapping my lips with a metal covered finger.
"Money, influence... capes and mercenaries." He added.
"You're sounding a touch desperate there." I pointed out. "Perhaps if you offered me something a bit more interesting."
"What do you demand...?" He asked, apprehensively.
"Oh, poor little sneaky Snakey. I don't want your treasures and riches, your soldiers or your land. What I want is more abstract." I explained. "I want this." I held my arms out and spun on steel heels. They are alarmingly second nature to the me who would never be caught dead in heels.
"What do you mean by 'this'." He asked trying to understand, using logic. No wonder he is so terrified and confused. Vampires don't work on logic.
"I want all of this, the experience of destroying your empire and all you scheme, taking from you the men, lands and treasures you possess just because it is there! To see you squirm and wet yourself in terror. To taste your blood on my tongue and your soul as it wails, one of countless others locked within me." I chuckled. "Tonight is my night, so dance for me snake! Dance as the city is reborn in flames and waves of blood!"
He pressed a button he held hidden in his fingers and then just stared in shock.
"Oh dear, you were expecting maybe an earth shattering kaboom?" I asked grinning. The bombs are in my shadows. I'm sure to find a use for them tonight.
Coil looked queasy.
I pulled out poor Hookwolf's bald head from the darkness. "But don't worry little Snakey! You will have so many friends inside me! Look at Hookwolf here, his smile says it all, he loves it! Everyday in my soul is your Ellisburg!" I smiled as he reCoiled. "I had such a good sample of your soul from your tricks I want the whole thing!" I said with all the glee of a child looking at a chocolate bar. "And not just you but everyone else here!" I laughed maniacally as he fumbled trying to cut the camera feed. "Hooky and Cricketbat were just appetisers!"
Now... how to do this... I know!
I skip back to Marquis, heels digging into floor tiles like ice-picks into well... ice. Hey, the puns can't all be funny. That would mean they weren't puns.
"Wait a few minutes and then follow me up. I'm going to clear the place quickly." I explained vaguely as he stared at me.
"You remind me more and more of that thing that called itself Alucard." He replied.
"I know, isn't it great?!" I asked with glee. "It took me digesting more than a thousand people to get this strong! Who knew there were so many evil people in the world for me to eat?!"
I spread out into a swarm of crawling venomous insects. I drew on Emma's powers and expanded to overflowing. Then I surged in all directions, endlessly generating more parts of me. I filled the R&D section and further up to the next floor, falling on soldiers and parahumans in my way. Scorpions, black widows and centipedes engulfing the human elements.
Existing as an amorphous shape, much like a larger mist form I slowly engulfed that floor sending humans fleeing to the higher floors. Those that tried to go down ran into Marquis and the ghouls, neither offering an escape.
By the time I had chased all of the humans into the Penthouse/Boardroom/Executive Office of the top floor I had taken some twenty floors and covered them in my swarm. Where the insects failed to enter, shadows and telekinesis could.
I enjoyed tearing off the pressure sealed doors and engulfing the fools inside who thought it made them safe from my wrath.
The final floor was luxurious and festooned with Nazi paraphernalia.
I loitered outside blanketing the torn open doors in pitch black carapaces of crawling death. You know, the creatures I become are similar in diet to myself. The juices of our victims. To ensure that the trapped humans know how deadly serious I am, I spit out the remains of the dozen men who failed to escape being overwhelmed by the swarm. Bleached white bones, looking polished clatter from within the swarm to pave my entrance.
Walking out onto the bones, crushing them underfoot I look at the terror and laugh happily. "There is no escape. There is only death and me." Keep their focus. Make them stupid and reckless.
I feel good. Stronger than ever. My swarm still exists... the extra, generated parts anyway, holding the doorways with their dark bodies. They emit a faint thunderous sound as they rub and scrape against each other's carapaces.
"So turn over the parahumans, anyone in costume and you lackeys will live." I chuckled. "Or alternatively I make this room a mausoleum."
The big Tinker, in his steam powered-armour charged at me, with a screech of a whistle. Thudding footsteps shook the building as he came at me. But my feelings were confident. I tensed, then with a mighty leap crossed the distance between us in an instant, driving my gauntlet into his groin. The pock-marked face deformed in a scream as things metallic and other softer things broke under my fist.
The marvellous thing was, I was completely unharmed. As I moved to attack with full force the right gauntlet and my heels spread their steel along my limbs, reinforcing them at the key moments. All the joy of possessing a high level Brute rating without the maiming injuries! They aren't a defence, they're an exoskeleton!
The ugly Tinker slammed into a window and flew out, into the darkness to meet the streets face first.
Tiny Wheeled Tinker cowers in a corner as my gaze passes him.
Purity is there but more focused on the far corner, where a baby is held by a masked man.
A brief minute of normality adjustment gives me time to take the baby from Coil and place her with her mother. I escort the pair to the window and let my power lapse.
"Go on, take the kid and leave. I don't care about your opinions, but if you ever join a gang of criminals you might meet me again. I won't be impressed." I suggested, shoving the pair out the window. The glowing woman clutching her child disappearing into the night, a streak like a flare in the sky.
Still I counted a few parahumans in here.
A stick thin figure in a jester costume edged closer, trying to look harmless. He/she swung an inordinately large hammer at me, plucked from empty space. I blinked and laughed as I was hit for a homerun out the window.
Taking the form of a giant bat I swept back inside a moment later, hissing, crouched on my wing pinions. I screeched in a tone so high and loud humans could only feel it as it tore their eardrums apart. Dozens clutched their bleeding ears as I stalked inside and caught hold of the clown. It breathed fire at me, scorching my skin and face. I took flight and soared out the broken window, carrying my victim.
The soldiers and sundry looked confused as I winged away, until the clown returned, launched like a projectile through the open window to fly out the other side howling. I landed hard, laughing in the disturbing way only a six-foot tall vampire bat can.
"Watch that first step...!" I called out.
I shifted between various forms, noting the terror it brought on those who dared look at me. Stormtiger was so terrified when I found him he just begged me for mercy. Hookwolf's death was all it took to smash his confidence. I snapped his neck in a moment of mercy. Sappy of me, I know.
I looked for my main target. Here Snakey...
Taking only a moment to identify that the masked man was in fact a double, I peered around and found him.
Walking to a wall, I sensed his mind beyond it. Steel walls, a secure empty space. A panic room for Nazis. I casually walked through the wall.
"Tom, a pleasure to see you in the flesh for real." I stated as he jerked back, in surprise. I looked down, noting I was coming out a security monitor. "What do you know, the camera adds ten pounds... and the exercise equipment Ads remove it."
"I'll give you anything you want! I'll turn myself in! Just let me live!" He begged.
I cocked my head. "But what I want is your life, that offer makes no sense."
He drew a pistol blathering on about funding and Cauldron and all that nonsense. Life is about living in the moment, you know? All his ridiculous plans and schemes simply didn't account for very much wriggle room. Without an army what is he really? Pitifully human.
The gun fire was accurate as any marksman I'd faced. It took out my eyes, struck the metal plates around my heart... but was futile. As he re-aimed, trying to put the next bullet in his own skull via the palate I snatched it away from him.
He finally used his power and I beat him bloody over and over, in simulation and reality. Each time he reached for the lost weapon, seeking a clean end. But I had a long memory. I remember all of those people he sacrificed to give himself opportunities. I hurled him around the room, from one steel wall to the next, painting the walls with his fluids as he gasped and begged.
I could forgive a lot of things, people try to kill me so much it is ordinary. Knowing he tried to kidnap kids, his plans for them and all the sick things he used the powers in his head for on his downtime... I took my time.
Several minutes later I emerged, floating like a wraith out a wall had quite an effect. No one had any doubts they were facing imminent death.
The Tinker kid squealed and tried desperately to hide as I found him cowering.
"Stupid child, playing with psychos and monsters. Go back to playing with toys in your mother's basement." I hissed, pointing for him to leave. He hesitated. Until the swarm parted at my orders. Then he flinched, turns out Marquis and my ghouls were already here. Time flies when you can too.
The soldiers were in a frenzy, terrified out of their wits. At gun point they herded the remaining parahumans out for me. "Good, good." I nodded at their submission.
I looked from one to the other. One was dressed like some idiotic edge-lord, black with black. His mind was all kinds of crazy, even by my standards. The next a girl with an exposed mouth and finally Coil #2.
I shrugged and pointed at the fake parahuman. "I just killed the real one, why do I need the cosplayer version? Get lost."
The female looked at me with a glimmer of fight left. "Who are all of you parahumans anyway? Do you even realize how many of you Coil has killed as bait? At least seven by my count." I pointed out. I sampled her thoughts and really... she wasn't worthy of death. Just a new trigger, needing money. Really just one more example of how the PRT fucks with the parahuman problem. Ironically she was actually hired by one of their Directors...
I shook my head. "Just leave with the rest. You're not cut out for this kind of life."
It took a moment to recognize the last one, with his hood and sunglasses.
"Greg Veder?" I asked, mind blown. "What the fuck?"
"Taylor my Taylor. NocTUrNe. JiaNgshi! BLOOD GODDESS." He mouthed in at least five voices. "Weaknesses: Sunlight, concentrated. Blood, contaminated, drained. Mind, destabilized. Articles of Faith and True Belief."
Oh, this explains so much.
"You're the one who told Coil everything, huh?" I flinch, looking at the tangled mess in his head. "What did he do to you? Drugs? Mind rape? Force you to watch the worst Adam Sandler movies of all time?"
"Actually... he cracked about a week ago and triggered." A soldier offered.
"Really? Tell me more." I said eagerly.
"He was rushed to a psychologist for an emergency session." The soldier said. "I was guarding him." He explained. "Apparently he triggered due to extreme internet addiction withdrawal symptoms. The funny thing is, the boss kidnapped him a week earlier as a precog and kept him in isolation!"
I burst out into hysterics, laughing insanely. Wiping tears of blood from my eyes I eventually choked out: "That's Greg. Never ceases to surprise in the most idiotic ways!" I clapped the soldier on the shoulder. "Okay, you can live for sure!"
The building rocked with an explosion like a grenade. I looked to my new best friend.
Unfortunately he exploded in a hail of gunfire. It came from the window.
The Butcher peered inside, with a smile as she levelled her minigun at the crowd. "I don't know what the flying fuck is going on here with all the gunfire, but all of you seem like wonderful targets!" The Butcher declared. "Look at all the fucking Nazis... and is that Coil I see?"
I collapsed sobbing, cradling the leaking body of my soulmate... "Funny guy! Nooooo!" I screamed. "He only had one week 'til retirement!"
"How long you got, Red Bitch?" The Butcher sneered.
I smiled back. "Longer than all of you do, crammed in that head, fit to burst."
I moved through shadows to reach for the Butcher's arms, but she reacted instantly avoiding me by leaning and as she did so turned the gun in my direction, as her gun barrels spun up to the required speed whining. I took a face and chest full of bullets in those few moments, blasted out the building and as I was still regenerating, fell all the way to the ground. Then I had to regenerate that damage too. Annoying.
I shook off the impact that pulped me and blinked at the shadow looming over me. However it resolved into a puzzled looking Gavel.
"Hey there. Needed a breath of fresh air." I said. "Ignore how this looks." I am currently a human spider, with all my limbs broken oddly.
He rubbed his bald head confused.
"Just go back to watching the doors. Some soldiers and parahumans will come down in a few minutes." I added.
He wandered back ten yards to the doorway muttering about shit jobs.
Aleks landed softly on her snowboard at my side. "What happened? Base-jumping without a parachute?" She joked.
I spat out several dozen bullets. "Nope. Minigun."
"Ow!" She joked. "That had to hurt."
"You'd think so, but still better than that time I tried waxing my legs. Far less burning." I replied.
Coil's Powers...
Timeline A
I hug Aleks, because she's cute.
Timeline B
I pull Aleks into a hug because she's adorable.
Timeline A
I cancel this timeline to pursue another line of inquiry.
Timeline C
Hug Aleks. Soft and tiny.
Timeline B
This timeline is now rendered useless, I cancel it too.
…
Timeline Z
Aleks cute. Hug. Cavewoman Tay-Lor like!
Aleks: Why are you just standing there with a goofy smile?
Taylor: Just running through the millions of ways I love you.
