- Location
- Rotting in port
Taylor is a mess, and decided to commit suicide by cop ...and it won't be Droidmaster who gets the worst of it if she does succeed, but her own friend, who she is forcing to watch.
Then again, Tay's just plain out of fucks.
The Light of Brockton Bay (Taylor Hebert Alt-Power)
- Thread starter Alexandra_Revoe
- Start date
- Crossover
Then again, Tay's just plain out of fucks.
We love our broken forsaken aurmor here (can't remember real name) as well as out teths in general showing off how dangerous they truly are. Does the weapon still do pale damage? because I can't imagine Glory Girl's shield protecting against that.
So far everything has been pretty confined, as far as the public could be concerned the PRT's PR team's word is the truth. And that'll probably be to make themselves and everyone but Da'at blameless.
It's what feds do when they fuck up and why people still blame the victims when it comes to Ruby Ridge and Waco where the feds went in guns blazing and didn't ask any questions until there was a mound of bodies.
It's what feds do when they fuck up and why people still blame the victims when it comes to Ruby Ridge and Waco where the feds went in guns blazing and didn't ask any questions until there was a mound of bodies.
I don't think they will want to do that though, da'at is extremely powerful as this shows and blatantly making an enemy out of her is basically asking for them to be fighting another side in their war in Brockton bay. It's an action that will just cause more problems. Far more likely I think they are just going to try to keep shadow stalker (Sophia) and Taylor separate as much as possible and cover the incident up entirely, maybe say it was a bad power reaction between wards. Heck they might even just send Sophia to another group of wards if need be, through I'm not sure piggot would want to do that
Teth 2.12
New
Note: Sorry for the big gap. Gonna be honest, writing block hits hard the first time around. Personally, I feel like the realization went on a bit longer than it should have, and I know some people agree it's getting a little boring. Again, this is my first real writing project, and at least from this, I have found long fight scenes to be particularly hard to keep fresh. It also hit around when I had finals and a trip to see family for Christmas, so when I got back, I just didn't feel like writing. But hey! I'm back! For now at least. Teth is almost done. It will go 2.12, then a big interlude, and finally 2.13 before heading into HE. I won't quit working on this fic. This is the last fight scene for this segment for those who don't know what realizations are.
- Victoria's POV
A wave of nausea hits me. I'm unsure what to call the act of shattering space, but it feels worse this time. It feels hot; I can feel my tears drying rapidly on my cheeks, but the blood from the cut on my stomach is still trickling. I can hear a sword sliding into its sheath as the rift in my vision seals itself.
A cold breeze gently caresses my face. I can see the air move slowly, carrying a mist that's light enough not to block my view. A forest of trees acts like stones in a river for the passing breeze. Leaves rustle and shift around me in the wind, paired with a distinct lack of crunching of footsteps. 'Wait. Isn't it a little too quiet right now?'
I glance in every direction and realize I'm alone. The six Protectorate heroes I was with are nowhere to be seen. Realizing this, I bring my fists up defensively. I'm in a forest in the middle of nowhere—or is this just another place made by Taylor? I look up at the almost perfect night sky. The stars are beautiful and vibrant; it's the clearest I have ever seen them. Can Taylor even make a place like this? Before we were always indoors, but this looks to be outside, unless this night sky is some sort of projection.
I fly up past the tree line until I end up hitting a ceiling of some kind. It's strange; I can see the night sky, and it still looks normal, but it's like an invisible barrier. I punch it. Nothing happens. I want out of this. This wasn't supposed to happen. I'm not prepared for this kind of fight. Normally I just thrash whatever needs to be thrashed. If Squealer makes a Killdozer, I break it in half. If Oni Lee is out terrorizing the docks, I fight him until he retreats.
What do I do against someone I know who's having a mental breakdown? Especially when said breakdown is most likely justified? I'm not a therapist. I hear something break from the spot I'm beating, and with a final slam, the sky cracks open slightly. What I can only describe as pure light seeps out of the crack I made. A lot of my family has powers that use hard light weapons, but those don't compare to what's in front of me.
I only get a fleeting glimpse before it seals itself. 'I guess there isn't an easy way out.' In the distance, I can see a clearing with a structure. It's hard to make out details when it's this far, but I can at least see some lights illuminating part of it. As I get closer, it gets clearer for me. The lights are lanterns with a flame flickering inside. The building has no walls; instead, it's held up by a large circle of pillars. The building has a Japanese look to it. The floor is made of wood, and I can see the... gashes in it. Training dummies lean against some of the support. 'Is this a training ground?'
As I step into the dojo, the flames of the lantern brighten considerably. In the center of the arena is a person who I'm assuming is Taylor. She's wearing a plated black samurai garb with a simple five-petal red flower painted in the middle. She wears a mask that reminds me of Oni Lee, although the horns on this one are bigger. Strapped to her side is a sword made of pitch-black metal that turns grey near its edge.
"You have arrived." The voice sounds like Taylor, a bit lower than normal.
"Where is everyone?" I ask while I look around without turning my head.
Taylor, still standing motionless, lets the question hang in the air. "They will not be joining this fight." Her voice rises in volume a touch. "Those cowards don't deserve a dignified fight."
I feel my heart sink. "What did you do to them?"
Taylor pulls starts to pull her katana out with her right arm. "I have done nothing." She abruptly stops the motion and says, "Yet," before pulling it out fully.
"The heroes have had years to clean out the bay, and yet they can't even clear up the Merchants. They have wards doing things I would expect from an Empire member. How deep does this go? How many people like me have been silenced? I may never know, but I do know one thing." Taylor changes her grip from a one-handed style to a two-handed style. "I refuse to take it lying down."
I digest her words before replying a little sheepishly. "Then why am I here?"
"Because you aren't them." Seeing my confusion, Taylor continues. "You charge headfirst into every fight. It doesn't matter if it's the smallest or the biggest villain; you always take up the role of a vanguard. People may mock you for the trait, but that is the kind of inspired bravery that this world needs."
"Even here you lead the charge against me. I can see the worry in your eyes... and..." Taylor shakes her head. "No. I can't blame you for this." She raises the sword at me. "However, you are still in my way. You still believe that there will be a happy ending. Do you truly believe that you have the strength to change the fate I know will come?"
This is the first time in a very long time that I feel weak, but I nod my head anyway. "I know you're in a bad spot, and it might look like you're going to go to jail." 'Or be Birdcaged.' I thought but left it out. "But if you just tell them your story, I'm sure they can see your side. They might look bad to you; at least I see them differently now, but I don't think they would blame you."
Again, there was a hanging silence. "Then show me. Face me in a fair and honourable fight. Show me you have the strength to see your words through. If you can beat me, then this battle ends, and the heroes can go home." Taylor throws the sword she was holding in such a way that it lands sticking in the ground in front of me. "I cannot start a duel against an opponent with no weapon."
That got me to smile and raise an eyebrow. "You do know I have no training in a sword, right? I only use my fists. We just fought; you should know this. Besides, don't you need a sword too?" I only notice it after I finish my sentence, but she somehow already has another identical sword in her hands.
"You need no training to wield this sword." That sounds... ominous. I slowly reach out my hand before quickly grasping the sword.
The feeling is almost indescribable. I feel... alive. The rush—the sword itself calls for me to rush in with no abandon. To inspire the charge against the oncoming tide. To inspire hope in a hopeless battle. The weapon feels almost made for me.
"Are you ready?"
I can barely contain myself. "YES!" I'm so distracted with this new-found feeling I don't even notice the blue flame that flickers above my head.
I launch myself forward, sword raised. I have to take the initiation. Steel clashes and sparks fly. The ground crunches under the weight of my blow. Taylor throws off my sword by arcing hers over her head before swiping at me.
A quick side step to the left and a parry from me left us both in a neutral position. From there, we continued to fight. I preferred heavy blows; while it might look sloppy, there was still technique behind the style. Taylor relied more on precision and deflects. Each swing was perfectly accurate, and each parry was followed by a swift counterattack.
Eventually, I gained the upper hand. I could feel the sweat run down my face, but it didn't distract me. 'THERE.' Taylor executed a parry incorrectly, and I struck. My sword hit her left arm and partially cleaved through the armour she was wearing. Blood dripped from the wound and my blade, but we both didn't stop.
It only spurred me to go faster. To hit harder. To feel the glory of battle. It was in my name, wasn't it? My movement starts to become erratic. I just need to fight harder. I purposefully leave a few spots on my body open so that I can find more aggressive angles.
Taylor takes advantage of my aggressiveness and lands another strike on my stomach. I barely even register that it goes straight through my shield.
My cross-cut breaks her guard and slashes her right shoulder. The air ripples with a quick flurry of blows. Our forms start to lose their edge as we both get tired. A few light cuts from her manage to slip through, followed by a wide strike into her abdomen by me.
I did not expect her to pommel strike my face, though. It briefly stuns me before searing pain hits my face and my left eye goes dark. I should be panicking. I lost my eye, but I can't bring myself to worry. It doesn't matter if I lost an eye. I have to be glorious in the fight. I have to inspire. I have to be—the flame turns red.
Reckless.
Before the swing finishes, I'm on her again.
She swings to my right. I ignore it
My lunge pierces through the very edge of her neck.
I rip my sword out to the side, which leaves me open.
I barely dodge. I can feel a part of my ear being sliced off, but it's okay.
My sword swings overhead, which Taylor dodges with a quick spin to the right.
She uses her momentum to do a spinning slash. I rush forward.
I grab her handle, even with the sword partially embedded in my hand, and headbutt her.
She stumbles, and I slam my pommel into her face before using my flight to follow up with a heavy slash.
As Taylor tumbles backwards, I feel something click inside me.
The world seems too narrow. My hands become covered in gauntlets. "Even as I crumble, I stand glorious in battle." Time seems to dilate and stretch, and in an instant, I'm on the other side of Taylor, a fresh wound on her side that goes through more than half of her torso. Just as she turns around from the blow, I dash again and hit her with my second and final piercing attack.
It blows her entire right shoulder off. Taylor stumbles for a step and a half, then collapses on the ground in front of me. "I guess... you won." Her breathing is laboured and erratic. She starts to fade into light, and so does the rest of the scenery. Trees turn into wrecked furniture, and the training grounds fade into a concrete floor.
I can feel my vision starting to fade. Looking down with my right eye, I can see why. I'm covered in blood, and a lot of it is mine. I feel... faint, and... light. I think... I'm going to take... a nap now.
*Thunk*
-The Light of Brockton Bay-
- Victoria's POV
A wave of nausea hits me. I'm unsure what to call the act of shattering space, but it feels worse this time. It feels hot; I can feel my tears drying rapidly on my cheeks, but the blood from the cut on my stomach is still trickling. I can hear a sword sliding into its sheath as the rift in my vision seals itself.
A cold breeze gently caresses my face. I can see the air move slowly, carrying a mist that's light enough not to block my view. A forest of trees acts like stones in a river for the passing breeze. Leaves rustle and shift around me in the wind, paired with a distinct lack of crunching of footsteps. 'Wait. Isn't it a little too quiet right now?'
I glance in every direction and realize I'm alone. The six Protectorate heroes I was with are nowhere to be seen. Realizing this, I bring my fists up defensively. I'm in a forest in the middle of nowhere—or is this just another place made by Taylor? I look up at the almost perfect night sky. The stars are beautiful and vibrant; it's the clearest I have ever seen them. Can Taylor even make a place like this? Before we were always indoors, but this looks to be outside, unless this night sky is some sort of projection.
I fly up past the tree line until I end up hitting a ceiling of some kind. It's strange; I can see the night sky, and it still looks normal, but it's like an invisible barrier. I punch it. Nothing happens. I want out of this. This wasn't supposed to happen. I'm not prepared for this kind of fight. Normally I just thrash whatever needs to be thrashed. If Squealer makes a Killdozer, I break it in half. If Oni Lee is out terrorizing the docks, I fight him until he retreats.
What do I do against someone I know who's having a mental breakdown? Especially when said breakdown is most likely justified? I'm not a therapist. I hear something break from the spot I'm beating, and with a final slam, the sky cracks open slightly. What I can only describe as pure light seeps out of the crack I made. A lot of my family has powers that use hard light weapons, but those don't compare to what's in front of me.
I only get a fleeting glimpse before it seals itself. 'I guess there isn't an easy way out.' In the distance, I can see a clearing with a structure. It's hard to make out details when it's this far, but I can at least see some lights illuminating part of it. As I get closer, it gets clearer for me. The lights are lanterns with a flame flickering inside. The building has no walls; instead, it's held up by a large circle of pillars. The building has a Japanese look to it. The floor is made of wood, and I can see the... gashes in it. Training dummies lean against some of the support. 'Is this a training ground?'
As I step into the dojo, the flames of the lantern brighten considerably. In the center of the arena is a person who I'm assuming is Taylor. She's wearing a plated black samurai garb with a simple five-petal red flower painted in the middle. She wears a mask that reminds me of Oni Lee, although the horns on this one are bigger. Strapped to her side is a sword made of pitch-black metal that turns grey near its edge.
"You have arrived." The voice sounds like Taylor, a bit lower than normal.
"Where is everyone?" I ask while I look around without turning my head.
Taylor, still standing motionless, lets the question hang in the air. "They will not be joining this fight." Her voice rises in volume a touch. "Those cowards don't deserve a dignified fight."
I feel my heart sink. "What did you do to them?"
Taylor pulls starts to pull her katana out with her right arm. "I have done nothing." She abruptly stops the motion and says, "Yet," before pulling it out fully.
"The heroes have had years to clean out the bay, and yet they can't even clear up the Merchants. They have wards doing things I would expect from an Empire member. How deep does this go? How many people like me have been silenced? I may never know, but I do know one thing." Taylor changes her grip from a one-handed style to a two-handed style. "I refuse to take it lying down."
I digest her words before replying a little sheepishly. "Then why am I here?"
"Because you aren't them." Seeing my confusion, Taylor continues. "You charge headfirst into every fight. It doesn't matter if it's the smallest or the biggest villain; you always take up the role of a vanguard. People may mock you for the trait, but that is the kind of inspired bravery that this world needs."
"Even here you lead the charge against me. I can see the worry in your eyes... and..." Taylor shakes her head. "No. I can't blame you for this." She raises the sword at me. "However, you are still in my way. You still believe that there will be a happy ending. Do you truly believe that you have the strength to change the fate I know will come?"
This is the first time in a very long time that I feel weak, but I nod my head anyway. "I know you're in a bad spot, and it might look like you're going to go to jail." 'Or be Birdcaged.' I thought but left it out. "But if you just tell them your story, I'm sure they can see your side. They might look bad to you; at least I see them differently now, but I don't think they would blame you."
Again, there was a hanging silence. "Then show me. Face me in a fair and honourable fight. Show me you have the strength to see your words through. If you can beat me, then this battle ends, and the heroes can go home." Taylor throws the sword she was holding in such a way that it lands sticking in the ground in front of me. "I cannot start a duel against an opponent with no weapon."
That got me to smile and raise an eyebrow. "You do know I have no training in a sword, right? I only use my fists. We just fought; you should know this. Besides, don't you need a sword too?" I only notice it after I finish my sentence, but she somehow already has another identical sword in her hands.
"You need no training to wield this sword." That sounds... ominous. I slowly reach out my hand before quickly grasping the sword.
The feeling is almost indescribable. I feel... alive. The rush—the sword itself calls for me to rush in with no abandon. To inspire the charge against the oncoming tide. To inspire hope in a hopeless battle. The weapon feels almost made for me.
"Are you ready?"
I can barely contain myself. "YES!" I'm so distracted with this new-found feeling I don't even notice the blue flame that flickers above my head.
I launch myself forward, sword raised. I have to take the initiation. Steel clashes and sparks fly. The ground crunches under the weight of my blow. Taylor throws off my sword by arcing hers over her head before swiping at me.
A quick side step to the left and a parry from me left us both in a neutral position. From there, we continued to fight. I preferred heavy blows; while it might look sloppy, there was still technique behind the style. Taylor relied more on precision and deflects. Each swing was perfectly accurate, and each parry was followed by a swift counterattack.
Eventually, I gained the upper hand. I could feel the sweat run down my face, but it didn't distract me. 'THERE.' Taylor executed a parry incorrectly, and I struck. My sword hit her left arm and partially cleaved through the armour she was wearing. Blood dripped from the wound and my blade, but we both didn't stop.
It only spurred me to go faster. To hit harder. To feel the glory of battle. It was in my name, wasn't it? My movement starts to become erratic. I just need to fight harder. I purposefully leave a few spots on my body open so that I can find more aggressive angles.
Taylor takes advantage of my aggressiveness and lands another strike on my stomach. I barely even register that it goes straight through my shield.
My cross-cut breaks her guard and slashes her right shoulder. The air ripples with a quick flurry of blows. Our forms start to lose their edge as we both get tired. A few light cuts from her manage to slip through, followed by a wide strike into her abdomen by me.
I did not expect her to pommel strike my face, though. It briefly stuns me before searing pain hits my face and my left eye goes dark. I should be panicking. I lost my eye, but I can't bring myself to worry. It doesn't matter if I lost an eye. I have to be glorious in the fight. I have to inspire. I have to be—the flame turns red.
Reckless.
Before the swing finishes, I'm on her again.
She swings to my right. I ignore it
My lunge pierces through the very edge of her neck.
I rip my sword out to the side, which leaves me open.
I barely dodge. I can feel a part of my ear being sliced off, but it's okay.
My sword swings overhead, which Taylor dodges with a quick spin to the right.
She uses her momentum to do a spinning slash. I rush forward.
I grab her handle, even with the sword partially embedded in my hand, and headbutt her.
She stumbles, and I slam my pommel into her face before using my flight to follow up with a heavy slash.
As Taylor tumbles backwards, I feel something click inside me.
The world seems too narrow. My hands become covered in gauntlets. "Even as I crumble, I stand glorious in battle." Time seems to dilate and stretch, and in an instant, I'm on the other side of Taylor, a fresh wound on her side that goes through more than half of her torso. Just as she turns around from the blow, I dash again and hit her with my second and final piercing attack.
It blows her entire right shoulder off. Taylor stumbles for a step and a half, then collapses on the ground in front of me. "I guess... you won." Her breathing is laboured and erratic. She starts to fade into light, and so does the rest of the scenery. Trees turn into wrecked furniture, and the training grounds fade into a concrete floor.
I can feel my vision starting to fade. Looking down with my right eye, I can see why. I'm covered in blood, and a lot of it is mine. I feel... faint, and... light. I think... I'm going to take... a nap now.
*Thunk*
- Location
- Hot Springs
There are so many ways this could go long term It's INSANE.
PRT/Protectorate are going to desperately want to bury this. And in the end it won't work. They have a girls capable of matching DAMN NEAR THEIR ENTIRE Protectorate roster here. SOMEONE is going to blow it open, if not Victoria and her mother, then someone else WILL. In the long term the damage done by acknowledging this and TRYING to make restitution will be far smaller and easier to swallow than going full on CYA mode. Because there's too many threads loose now for a true cover-up to make it.
And then there's Victoria and Amy. in terms of apparent influence, they 'seem' to be lightweights, but neither of the girls would tolerate THIS to get brushed aside. Granted, the 'grown-ups' might try, but in the end it'll blow up in their faces, and you can bet someone will note that. While normally they might go for a short-term cover-up, the damage it would do to their working relationship to Panacea will give Glenn nightmares just THINKING about it.
Now, regardless of what Taylor's future is, Piggot's going to want to MURDER Shadow Stalker, Emma and Madison for this nightmare. Hell, she might even tell Costa-Brown if she wants the girl for her 'useful' power she can stick her under Alexandria, but she'd rather shoot her in the head right the fuck now before she would tolerate her anywhere near Brockton, just in cases she manages to make this even WORSE.
PRT/Protectorate are going to desperately want to bury this. And in the end it won't work. They have a girls capable of matching DAMN NEAR THEIR ENTIRE Protectorate roster here. SOMEONE is going to blow it open, if not Victoria and her mother, then someone else WILL. In the long term the damage done by acknowledging this and TRYING to make restitution will be far smaller and easier to swallow than going full on CYA mode. Because there's too many threads loose now for a true cover-up to make it.
And then there's Victoria and Amy. in terms of apparent influence, they 'seem' to be lightweights, but neither of the girls would tolerate THIS to get brushed aside. Granted, the 'grown-ups' might try, but in the end it'll blow up in their faces, and you can bet someone will note that. While normally they might go for a short-term cover-up, the damage it would do to their working relationship to Panacea will give Glenn nightmares just THINKING about it.
Now, regardless of what Taylor's future is, Piggot's going to want to MURDER Shadow Stalker, Emma and Madison for this nightmare. Hell, she might even tell Costa-Brown if she wants the girl for her 'useful' power she can stick her under Alexandria, but she'd rather shoot her in the head right the fuck now before she would tolerate her anywhere near Brockton, just in cases she manages to make this even WORSE.
I hope this was only a simulation of a fight, otherwise Panacea is gonna want to absolutely destroy Taylor (can't remember if she has a defined cape name yet).
initiative
They actually don't want Shadow Stalker for her power, Piggot just wants villian number go down (she doesn't even care that much about hero number go up), yoinking Shadow Stalker was just another method of villian number go down
Piggot would probably tell Miss Milltia to kill all the villians had Boston not shown what happens if something similar is done (also because murder is bad or whatever)
ScreamyBirb
Here is Screaming
Place your bets whether Glory Girl won herself an upgrade in that sword (plus armour by the smell of it) along with the fight.
Interlude: Many
New
Note: Time for another interlude. I had thought about making this longer, but I felt that some POVs didn't provide much.
- Cauldron Headquarters, 3rd Person
Alexandria stepped through Doormaker's portal and arrived at the Cauldron meeting room. Doctor Mother, Eidolon, Legend, and Number Man were already seated. She noted that Contessa was missing, which was rare. Alexandria looked to Doctor Mother. "I have a meeting with the Boston PRT Director in 40 minutes, so let's make this quick. Why did you call an emergency meeting?"
Doctor Mother pressed her lips in a thin line. "It was actually Contessa who called it. We were about to have lunch, but it was interrupted when Contessa paused and seemingly had to take a moment to get her bearings. She then turned to me and told me to 'announce an emergency meeting in 30 minutes.'"
The room was quiet for only a moment before a Doormaker portal opened up and Contessa came through holding a bag containing some files and a book. "Another parahuman has been made into a blind spot," Contessa announced while placing the files on the table.
Eidolon perked up. "Like me?" To which Contessa shook her head.
"No. You are just invisible to me; it's like you don't even exist." Contessa pointed to a picture of a face on the table. "This girl is different. My passenger thinks that the girl should drop dead the moment the path starts. A future autopsy would reveal that a significant portion of her brain was missing. It should also be noted that the report would find an absence of a Corona Pollentia. Of course, this never happens because she doesn't drop dead."
Everyone started to scan their own copies of the documents she provided. A new hero that appeared in Brockton Bay 2 weeks ago named Da'at. Her file was nonstandard in that she had multiple separate sections for her power instead of just 1. She was labelled as a Trump 4, Breaker 2, and Changer 2, but there was a note that those ratings were out of date and were still being discussed.
"The girl's name is Taylor Hebert; I provided you with a file on her and her family. Before today, she hadn't done anything that was significant enough to cause a major deviation in my paths. Today she attacked the PRT ENE headquarters, which has caused some greater changes."
Legend looks up from his documents. "Why would she do that? A new trigger hero doesn't attack a PRT building randomly."
Contessa nodded and placed down a smaller document. "The ENE PRT has a Ward by the name of Shadow Stalker, also known as Sophia Hess; we've talked about her before. Her personality leaves some things to be desired, but we determined her ability was too useful to be wasted in jail. So Alexandria has been stopping her from being thrown in juvenile detention because of her actions out of costume."
Contessa produced a notebook that seemed to be a diary. "This is Taylor's diary, which recounts the actions taken by Sophia Hess and her friends, all of it being bullying in one form or another. My investigations lead me to believe that Taylor ended up triggering due to these actions. All of this leads us to today: Taylor found out Sophia was a Ward and had a breakdown in which she fought inside the ENE headquarters against the Protectorate heroes plus Glory Girl from New Wave."
Legend was looking mildly upset that they protected a Ward who bullied someone into triggering but ultimately didn't say anything about it. Alexandria sighed before speaking. "How bad is it?"
Contessa looked over to Alexandria. "It's hard for me to predict what will happen with a blind spot so close to the problem."
Number Man placed down his document. "We could always cover it up. Give her a silent trial like Canary and lock her away."
Again, Contessa just shook her head. "I wouldn't trust that without an exact path. There are too many chances that a cover-up would blow this even further out of proportion."
Legend looked uncomfortable with the idea. "Couldn't we launch an 'investigation' by the Protectorate and send Shadow Stalker to jail?"
Doctor Mother seemed to agree with this. "If these documents are to be believed, then Da'at would be an even greater asset than Shadow Stalker. We could temporarily put Da'at in jail while we launch an investigation. Later we could use the bit of goodwill from Shadow Stalker's arrest and some threats about jail time to get her into the Wards. It is inconvenient that we have to lose Shadow Stalker, but Da'at could more than make up for the loss."
Number Man nodded. "My calculations say that it's one of the best directions to take this."
Eidolon stared at the page in his hand that held the information on the Trump that seemed to grow over time and felt just a hint of jealousy.
While it was annoying that this situation hit them without warning, Alexandria was a little glad that she didn't have to send another kid to the Birdcage, although if the situation called for it, she would give the order in a heartbeat.
'Anything to save the world'
- Thomas Calvert's POV
I sat up from the chair placed in the deepest part of my base with a raging headache coming on. It took a lot of manipulation from me, but I ended up getting Da'at to meet with Shadow Stalker. It had been a long shot, but it should pay off.
My timelines had been messing up lately. At first, it was small things, but then they got bigger. Going from some people arriving a couple of seconds off schedule to the failed breakout of the Merchants. I had planned to let them go free; otherwise, the power balance would be disrupted. That would create more situations where I would be at odds with the ABB and the Empire 88.
Da'at had ruined that now. I had read her PRT file, and it had listed that they had a possible anti-thinker power, but this confirmed it for me at least. After that incident, I tried to have her removed from the picture entirely. However, I found that anytime something big happens to her, like an attempted assassination, my timeline abruptly closes and I suffer a backlash headache.
After quite a few of those, I tried some different methods. I found her identity in a separate timeline and dug into her past. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Shadow Stalker had been bullying her for a year now. After some bloody interrogations of school staff in a discarded timeline, I had pieced together a beautiful puzzle.
A Ward had bullied an innocent teenager into triggering. That would make Director Piggot reek of incompetence if the news story ever came out. I know the PRT has quieted some things in the past, so I need to blow this wide open. Not too big, or I might get too much backlash, but big enough that I could get Piggot either fired or make her step down. My promotion to director would cement my position in Brockton Bay.
It would most likely kick the blind spot out of Brockton Bay. It's not that I hate her, but it will be much harder to do things with her around. Even if it doesn't, with my position as director, I would be in a much better situation to manage her. It's either Wards or jail, and both are better for me.
In the end, it had gone just how I wanted it to. I had a few of my mercenaries perform a mugging in front of Shadow Stalker, which delayed her arrival back to the PRT long enough to meet with Da'at. They were still cleaning up the aftermath; with the fight happening in the afternoon, the cleanup team should be here until midnight for a few days.
They had found Da'at and Glory Girl unconscious next to each other. Panacea had freaked out when they were both carried out but calmed down slightly when both were revealed to be alive. Brandish had been furious that the PRT heroes looked to be in considerably better shape. Everyone ended up confused after it was revealed that they didn't know how Glory Girl got her injuries. After hearing their stories, it sounded like Da'at had a personal fight with Glory Girl and somehow managed to exclude the rest. 'Time manipulation? She did have tinkertech with that specialty. Or maybe they were put in stasis like Clockblocker?'
Well, I should stop with the needless speculation. I need to start manoeuvring my takeover as director. Just before I get up to leave, I decide to take one more precaution. Da'at's whole power is to get new power sets, and while unlikely, she may get something to escape from her imprisonment.
I reach for my cellphone and make a call. "Hello, Tattletale. I have a job that may or may not happen. I need the Undersiders to be ready to strike at a moment's notice for three days, so I want you all to stay at your lair for that period of time. I'm sending you the number of a mercenary I have hired. If you need anything, call him instead of going out and getting it... Yes, I'll pay you each 1000 dollars just to sit around. Just remember, I need you all ready."
- ???'s POV
When I first noticed the connection between worlds open, I had given up a small seed of light to the girl who caused it. Hoping to save another world that, at the time, I thought would be much similar to The City. Maybe my influence would also expand to there as well, but that would be a bonus.
But when I could no longer feel a connection when the rift closed, I had assumed that it was a one-and-done thing. Instead, it happened again, caused by her light's reaction to her breakdown. I watched the fight continue and come to an end; the rift was a little more stable than last time. Though, once the fight was over, I began to have questions in my mind.
There was essentially no river of light in her world, which should be impossible. All singularities were missing, being replaced with some kind of powers that were born from trauma. I could attribute this all to just being a separate world or dimension, which would obey a different set of laws. But what really caught my attention was how the light was reacting to the new environment.
One could imagine the soul as fire burning logs of wood. Passion burned the logs slowly, but as long as it was lit, you could keep it going by adding more logs. The sickness that was ever prevalent in The City acted like a constant freezing gust, trying constantly to snuff out the flame. Once the wood went cold, it would be near impossible to light it again. That's where L Corp's project came in. The light would act like metaphorical gasoline. It wasn't meant to be a replacement; it was meant to kickstart things again, to give people the tools to change their lives.
What I didn't account for was the near absence of this in the other world. Sure, it was still there, but it was barely prevalent. This change was causing things that even I couldn't predict. Her seed of light was growing faster than what I thought to be possible. The whole world was like dry tinder. The light wouldn't spread without her letting it, but it would be much easier and faster than it would here.
I had thought about spreading the light if the connection ever grew big enough, but this world isn't The City. And honestly, I don't think that my methods would have a positive impact here. I made 'distortions' and pushed people to love themselves for who they are. The people in this new world already do; some don't, but so many more do compared to The City. This world isn't the same; no, I can't use the same methods there. There's still boundless amounts of hope here, but that hope is slowly dying. The City needs to be shaken up to break up the cycle; this other world needs a careful guiding hand to not be thrown into chaos.
I look at the unconscious girl I now know as Taylor. She's lived in that world; she would know better than me. She's still missing some required knowledge and skills. I can give her some guidance, but most of this will be left up to her learning.
"I guess that's a good plan. It might take her a while to be able to use light as well as I can, but I think she could do wonders." Taylor was still in a predicament, though. She would most likely take a deep dive with all that excess light she's gained through her breakdown. That would allow me to widen the connection just enough to have a talk with her. That still leaves her facing jail. I can't just leave my effective trainee in jail.
"Hm, what to do." Taylor needed something to help her immediately and something to help her later on. It took some thinking, but I finally got an idea. The river was a fickle thing, and while I couldn't force her to take something she didn't want, I could give her an option. It was incomplete, but I changed it just enough that it should mostly work for Taylor. That alone should solve her short-term problems.
For her long-term ones, I knew what to give her. I took that little multi-dimensional shard that I had blocked when I first saw this world. I had kept it with me in the light for a while now. It was surprising that a physical object could even stay here like this, but it was no ordinary object. The data that was on it held quite a few mysteries, but I could ascertain that it was the cause of parahuman powers. Taylor needed to be the one to open it up further, so I added the physical shard and its data to the previous gift.
Taking the gift, I sent it off through our connection. Hopefully, this star will be bright enough to stand out in the river.
- Spoiler for Teth finale
-Diagnostics complete-
-Some functions are operational-
-User Designation: Taylor-
-Playing welcoming message-
[Welcome, Agent Taylor, to ■ Corp]
-The Light of Brockton Bay-
- Cauldron Headquarters, 3rd Person
Alexandria stepped through Doormaker's portal and arrived at the Cauldron meeting room. Doctor Mother, Eidolon, Legend, and Number Man were already seated. She noted that Contessa was missing, which was rare. Alexandria looked to Doctor Mother. "I have a meeting with the Boston PRT Director in 40 minutes, so let's make this quick. Why did you call an emergency meeting?"
Doctor Mother pressed her lips in a thin line. "It was actually Contessa who called it. We were about to have lunch, but it was interrupted when Contessa paused and seemingly had to take a moment to get her bearings. She then turned to me and told me to 'announce an emergency meeting in 30 minutes.'"
The room was quiet for only a moment before a Doormaker portal opened up and Contessa came through holding a bag containing some files and a book. "Another parahuman has been made into a blind spot," Contessa announced while placing the files on the table.
Eidolon perked up. "Like me?" To which Contessa shook her head.
"No. You are just invisible to me; it's like you don't even exist." Contessa pointed to a picture of a face on the table. "This girl is different. My passenger thinks that the girl should drop dead the moment the path starts. A future autopsy would reveal that a significant portion of her brain was missing. It should also be noted that the report would find an absence of a Corona Pollentia. Of course, this never happens because she doesn't drop dead."
Everyone started to scan their own copies of the documents she provided. A new hero that appeared in Brockton Bay 2 weeks ago named Da'at. Her file was nonstandard in that she had multiple separate sections for her power instead of just 1. She was labelled as a Trump 4, Breaker 2, and Changer 2, but there was a note that those ratings were out of date and were still being discussed.
"The girl's name is Taylor Hebert; I provided you with a file on her and her family. Before today, she hadn't done anything that was significant enough to cause a major deviation in my paths. Today she attacked the PRT ENE headquarters, which has caused some greater changes."
Legend looks up from his documents. "Why would she do that? A new trigger hero doesn't attack a PRT building randomly."
Contessa nodded and placed down a smaller document. "The ENE PRT has a Ward by the name of Shadow Stalker, also known as Sophia Hess; we've talked about her before. Her personality leaves some things to be desired, but we determined her ability was too useful to be wasted in jail. So Alexandria has been stopping her from being thrown in juvenile detention because of her actions out of costume."
Contessa produced a notebook that seemed to be a diary. "This is Taylor's diary, which recounts the actions taken by Sophia Hess and her friends, all of it being bullying in one form or another. My investigations lead me to believe that Taylor ended up triggering due to these actions. All of this leads us to today: Taylor found out Sophia was a Ward and had a breakdown in which she fought inside the ENE headquarters against the Protectorate heroes plus Glory Girl from New Wave."
Legend was looking mildly upset that they protected a Ward who bullied someone into triggering but ultimately didn't say anything about it. Alexandria sighed before speaking. "How bad is it?"
Contessa looked over to Alexandria. "It's hard for me to predict what will happen with a blind spot so close to the problem."
Number Man placed down his document. "We could always cover it up. Give her a silent trial like Canary and lock her away."
Again, Contessa just shook her head. "I wouldn't trust that without an exact path. There are too many chances that a cover-up would blow this even further out of proportion."
Legend looked uncomfortable with the idea. "Couldn't we launch an 'investigation' by the Protectorate and send Shadow Stalker to jail?"
Doctor Mother seemed to agree with this. "If these documents are to be believed, then Da'at would be an even greater asset than Shadow Stalker. We could temporarily put Da'at in jail while we launch an investigation. Later we could use the bit of goodwill from Shadow Stalker's arrest and some threats about jail time to get her into the Wards. It is inconvenient that we have to lose Shadow Stalker, but Da'at could more than make up for the loss."
Number Man nodded. "My calculations say that it's one of the best directions to take this."
Eidolon stared at the page in his hand that held the information on the Trump that seemed to grow over time and felt just a hint of jealousy.
While it was annoying that this situation hit them without warning, Alexandria was a little glad that she didn't have to send another kid to the Birdcage, although if the situation called for it, she would give the order in a heartbeat.
'Anything to save the world'
-The Light of Brockton Bay-
- Thomas Calvert's POV
I sat up from the chair placed in the deepest part of my base with a raging headache coming on. It took a lot of manipulation from me, but I ended up getting Da'at to meet with Shadow Stalker. It had been a long shot, but it should pay off.
My timelines had been messing up lately. At first, it was small things, but then they got bigger. Going from some people arriving a couple of seconds off schedule to the failed breakout of the Merchants. I had planned to let them go free; otherwise, the power balance would be disrupted. That would create more situations where I would be at odds with the ABB and the Empire 88.
Da'at had ruined that now. I had read her PRT file, and it had listed that they had a possible anti-thinker power, but this confirmed it for me at least. After that incident, I tried to have her removed from the picture entirely. However, I found that anytime something big happens to her, like an attempted assassination, my timeline abruptly closes and I suffer a backlash headache.
After quite a few of those, I tried some different methods. I found her identity in a separate timeline and dug into her past. I was pleasantly surprised to find that Shadow Stalker had been bullying her for a year now. After some bloody interrogations of school staff in a discarded timeline, I had pieced together a beautiful puzzle.
A Ward had bullied an innocent teenager into triggering. That would make Director Piggot reek of incompetence if the news story ever came out. I know the PRT has quieted some things in the past, so I need to blow this wide open. Not too big, or I might get too much backlash, but big enough that I could get Piggot either fired or make her step down. My promotion to director would cement my position in Brockton Bay.
It would most likely kick the blind spot out of Brockton Bay. It's not that I hate her, but it will be much harder to do things with her around. Even if it doesn't, with my position as director, I would be in a much better situation to manage her. It's either Wards or jail, and both are better for me.
In the end, it had gone just how I wanted it to. I had a few of my mercenaries perform a mugging in front of Shadow Stalker, which delayed her arrival back to the PRT long enough to meet with Da'at. They were still cleaning up the aftermath; with the fight happening in the afternoon, the cleanup team should be here until midnight for a few days.
They had found Da'at and Glory Girl unconscious next to each other. Panacea had freaked out when they were both carried out but calmed down slightly when both were revealed to be alive. Brandish had been furious that the PRT heroes looked to be in considerably better shape. Everyone ended up confused after it was revealed that they didn't know how Glory Girl got her injuries. After hearing their stories, it sounded like Da'at had a personal fight with Glory Girl and somehow managed to exclude the rest. 'Time manipulation? She did have tinkertech with that specialty. Or maybe they were put in stasis like Clockblocker?'
Well, I should stop with the needless speculation. I need to start manoeuvring my takeover as director. Just before I get up to leave, I decide to take one more precaution. Da'at's whole power is to get new power sets, and while unlikely, she may get something to escape from her imprisonment.
I reach for my cellphone and make a call. "Hello, Tattletale. I have a job that may or may not happen. I need the Undersiders to be ready to strike at a moment's notice for three days, so I want you all to stay at your lair for that period of time. I'm sending you the number of a mercenary I have hired. If you need anything, call him instead of going out and getting it... Yes, I'll pay you each 1000 dollars just to sit around. Just remember, I need you all ready."
-The Light of Brockton Bay-
- ???'s POV
When I first noticed the connection between worlds open, I had given up a small seed of light to the girl who caused it. Hoping to save another world that, at the time, I thought would be much similar to The City. Maybe my influence would also expand to there as well, but that would be a bonus.
But when I could no longer feel a connection when the rift closed, I had assumed that it was a one-and-done thing. Instead, it happened again, caused by her light's reaction to her breakdown. I watched the fight continue and come to an end; the rift was a little more stable than last time. Though, once the fight was over, I began to have questions in my mind.
There was essentially no river of light in her world, which should be impossible. All singularities were missing, being replaced with some kind of powers that were born from trauma. I could attribute this all to just being a separate world or dimension, which would obey a different set of laws. But what really caught my attention was how the light was reacting to the new environment.
One could imagine the soul as fire burning logs of wood. Passion burned the logs slowly, but as long as it was lit, you could keep it going by adding more logs. The sickness that was ever prevalent in The City acted like a constant freezing gust, trying constantly to snuff out the flame. Once the wood went cold, it would be near impossible to light it again. That's where L Corp's project came in. The light would act like metaphorical gasoline. It wasn't meant to be a replacement; it was meant to kickstart things again, to give people the tools to change their lives.
What I didn't account for was the near absence of this in the other world. Sure, it was still there, but it was barely prevalent. This change was causing things that even I couldn't predict. Her seed of light was growing faster than what I thought to be possible. The whole world was like dry tinder. The light wouldn't spread without her letting it, but it would be much easier and faster than it would here.
I had thought about spreading the light if the connection ever grew big enough, but this world isn't The City. And honestly, I don't think that my methods would have a positive impact here. I made 'distortions' and pushed people to love themselves for who they are. The people in this new world already do; some don't, but so many more do compared to The City. This world isn't the same; no, I can't use the same methods there. There's still boundless amounts of hope here, but that hope is slowly dying. The City needs to be shaken up to break up the cycle; this other world needs a careful guiding hand to not be thrown into chaos.
I look at the unconscious girl I now know as Taylor. She's lived in that world; she would know better than me. She's still missing some required knowledge and skills. I can give her some guidance, but most of this will be left up to her learning.
"I guess that's a good plan. It might take her a while to be able to use light as well as I can, but I think she could do wonders." Taylor was still in a predicament, though. She would most likely take a deep dive with all that excess light she's gained through her breakdown. That would allow me to widen the connection just enough to have a talk with her. That still leaves her facing jail. I can't just leave my effective trainee in jail.
"Hm, what to do." Taylor needed something to help her immediately and something to help her later on. It took some thinking, but I finally got an idea. The river was a fickle thing, and while I couldn't force her to take something she didn't want, I could give her an option. It was incomplete, but I changed it just enough that it should mostly work for Taylor. That alone should solve her short-term problems.
For her long-term ones, I knew what to give her. I took that little multi-dimensional shard that I had blocked when I first saw this world. I had kept it with me in the light for a while now. It was surprising that a physical object could even stay here like this, but it was no ordinary object. The data that was on it held quite a few mysteries, but I could ascertain that it was the cause of parahuman powers. Taylor needed to be the one to open it up further, so I added the physical shard and its data to the previous gift.
Taking the gift, I sent it off through our connection. Hopefully, this star will be bright enough to stand out in the river.
-The Light of Brockton Bay-
- Spoiler for Teth finale
-Diagnostics complete-
-Some functions are operational-
-User Designation: Taylor-
-Playing welcoming message-
[Welcome, Agent Taylor, to ■ Corp]
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Captain_Saint
Observer Meddler Annihilator...totally not Evil
A is the first letter on the Alphabet
No Arbiters... yet
- Location
- England
This seems like WAY too much effort for a mid-tier meat-head of a cape. I'm pretty sure her "phasing projectile" trick would be ineffective against Endbringers, nevermind Scion. Isn't BB supposed to be 'hands off' for the parahuman feudal state experiment?
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Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
On it's own yes, working next to Flechette shooting a tinker-tech super-nuke though?
- Location
- England
Flechette's missiles don't need to phase, and phasing is probably incompatible with the effect Flechette's power has. Phasing being a sort of "slip to the side, dimensionally" whereas Flechette's is a combination of "unstoppable while power is active" and "hits every dimension at once".
Shadow Stalker's power adds nothing.
Pretty sure Head's "A" stands for "Administration". We don't really know, of course, but that's what I headcanon it as.
You know what else has "Administration" in their name? =)
Shadow Stalker can phase a bolt back in while it is phasing through something to bypass armour. That could "in theory" be used against endbringers.
Unfortunately, it only bypasses normal dimensions. Sting is required to bypass/impact dimensional shenanigans like endbringers or shards. Unfortunately Cauldron doesn't know that, and never bothers to test capes to see if they can affect endbringer "flesh" because they're not all that swift.
Teth 2.13
New
Note: The final Teth chapter is here. Hope you like it.
- Taylor's POV
I haven't drunk alcohol before, but I believe this is what a hangover is like. I feel groggy, and my slowly returning rationality is telling me how stupid I am. I turn over onto my hands and knees as a wave of nausea hits me. I can feel my memories reorganizing and returning, my brain processing what I've done.
The first thing that hits me is panic. I just fought the PRT. I destroyed part of the PRT headquarters. My identity is out. I didn't just burn a bridge; I obliterated the Golden Gate Bridge. I... I don't think I can go back to a normal life. It's just not possible. All these years have essentially gone up in flames.
Then came the anger. How could they not know? I sincerely fucking doubt that she acted any differently as Shadow Stalker. Maybe she didn't directly bully a ward, but there's no way she wasn't known as the biggest asshole in the Wards. They portray her as an edgy anti-hero, and now that I think about it, I think the only reason they do is because she would refuse to be anything more.
How could literally every single adult fail me in every way possible? Why am I the one being punished? She should be the one to lose everything, not that I think anyone would love a bitch like her. I can already see it—her getting a slap on the wrist again. Maybe she goes to juvie for a year.
As my head finally clears, I take a look around. A black, nearly empty expanse. 'Ah, I'm in the Otherside.' If I'm here, that could only mean one thing. 'I'm still unconscious.' I guess I would be after my fight with Glory Gi-
'Oh Scion, I fought Glory Girl.' Back to panic.
I hurt her a lot. Is she okay? I didn't want to hurt her that badly, or at least I wouldn't want to right now. The fight was... strange. I was aware of my actions, and yet I wasn't. I wanted to do it, and yet I didn't. It was the most vivid representation of me while also being nothing like me. I wasn't in the right state of mind. Surely Victoria can forgive me. Right? She seemed to be the most understanding of what I was going through.
But what about Amy? Even in the small amount of time we've been friends, I can tell she cares a lot about her sister. Would she forgive this? Victoria was nearly dead when we were finished. I can only hope Amy heals her in time.
'Do I even deserve to be forgiven?' If I'm being honest with myself, I could have handled all of this better. I just felt so... much. I failed to reign in my emotions and now I've most likely ruined the first friendship I've had in over a year. I can feel my thoughts start to buzz and all im left with is a feeling of sorrow.
I hear a bell toll in the background, reminiscent of an old church bell. A slight pull shakes me out of my stupor. I can feel a pull from the light in me. I'm initially surprised because, holy hell, that's a lot of light. I follow the tug and get surprised again when I find that it's coming from One Sin.
I'm a little unsure of what's happening; my identities haven't done this before. Sure, Scorched Girl has influenced my thoughts while I didn't have it equipped, but that was different. This felt purposeful, like it was it that wanted something and not some passive escalation of my emotions.
'Eh, sure, why not? I don't have much to lose, especially not here where nothing is real.' I pull on One Sin, expecting something big to happen. The last time I did this, Scorched Girl had manifested some burning village and had turned up the emotional influence by a lot. One Sin pleasantly surprises me by not setting a portion of the Otherside on fire. Instead, I find there's an old church off to the side of the path. There's even an off shoot of the path that leads to its doors
I start to walk up to the front doors; they're made of dark wood and are sanded but unfinished. I open the doors and find One Sin sitting in the back where the priest would normally stand. Rows of church benches line the sides of the room, and a red carpet creates a path through the center of the room. 'Wait, One Sin is an actual thing?'
I knew that One Sin was sort of like Scorched Girl and Small Bird, in that they didn't seem to be real. Was I wrong? Were they real? Or is this some kind of manifestation of my power that can only happen in the Otherside? I continue to walk down the carpet towards One Sin. I can feel its gaze follow me even though there are no eyes within its empty sockets.
I take the final step so that I'm directly in front of it. It remains silent, but I get the feeling that I should do something, but I'm not sure what that something is. I remember the vision I had when I first slept after waking up in the locker with One Sin. A woman named Joelle confessing her sins to it. I'm not religious, but maybe it can give me the little boost I desperately need right now.
I open my mouth and start to talk about my issues. It's slow and awkward at first, but as I continue, I get into a rhythm of sorts. I talk about my problems at school and my anger at the injustice I've faced. The lies I tell my dad to keep my identity a secret and our strained relationship. I recount the fight I had with the PRT and the injuries I gave Victoria in our fight. It takes a while; I don't know how much time, but I'm pretty sure I have an almost endless amount of time when I'm in the Otherside.
As I finish, I can feel One Sin's judgement. Silent, but strong. Not harsh, but sturdy. After a few seconds of silence, a small amount of light surrounds me. I feel lighter as a weight is taken off of my chest. I don't exactly feel better about what happened; I more feel... content. It's not perfect, but I feel like I have a little more drive than before.
"Thanks, One Sin." It doesn't answer, but I didn't expect it to. I stand up from my kneeling position and walk out of the church. My steps are a little less laboured.
Once outside, I'm about to pull back One Sin, but do I really need to? They don't seem to influence my thoughts like the other unreal identities, so does it really matter if I leave them out here? 'Eh, probably not, What's the worst that could happen?' I had a feeling that the Otherside is eventually going to be filled with a bunch of random stuff as I practice here.
Now what should I do? I have no doubts that I'm in trouble. I did just fight the entire PRT ENE. I might be a little more accepting of what's happened, but I refuse to be judged by them. They probably have me in some kind of holding cell. I most likely will be unable to get out with my current identities. Maybe if I let go of control with Scorched Girl, I could break out. But I would most likely have to fight again. It's too risky.
If I could get out in the open, I could use T Corp Technician to escape. I have about 10 hours banked, and my max is 1200 hours per day, or 50 times regular speed. I would have 12 regular minutes to get as far away as possible. Not even Velocity is that fast. I still have the problem that I need to be out in the open and out of my cell.
I'm only drawing 1 option here. I have to pull something out of the river that helps me escape. It's a gamble, but it's the only option that I have. Otherwise I'm going to have to submit to whatever the PRT has planned, which is either the Wards or jail, and I don't want either. I also didn't get the new identities I used during my fight. Maybe I could somehow use my light to temporarily get a new identity. More testing for later.
I walk towards the river, passing by my bench, street lamp, and pile of wood cubes. No matter what happens, I'll still have this. Every time I pull another identity, the river beckons me just a little bit more, and I go just a little bit deeper. Whatever happened during that fight had left me with a large excess of light, so I can go deep this time.
I put my toes in the water and feel its warmth. Slowly I lower myself in until I'm fully submerged. It almost feels like I'm at home, that I belong here. The water no longer feels weird to breathe. Now it feels lighter than air. I can finally breathe normally. I almost want to stay here, but I have things to do.
I plunge into the depths. The motes of light passing by me seem brighter, and I hear more from them. I pass by one that sings of... soda? That's weird. Another sings a song of a city's happiness. One was forsaken, and one spoke of prophecies. I pass by the chorus and continue deeper. The motes of light get bigger as I go down.
Finally, I know I am soon to hit my limit, so I look for a nearby mote. Even if I can hear and feel them better now, I still don't truly know what's inside of them. The more in front of me is electrifying and predatory. A song that's more of a howl. I also get a sense of subjugation, not by it, but on it. It sings its song, but to the tune its told. It kind of reminds me of Sophia, at least the predatory part. I wonder if the subjugation part is too. Wouldn't that blow my mind?
I grab onto it and pull up. It's still a struggle, but now it doesn't feel like a chore. Even as I get tired, I feel exhilarated. I am way deeper than I have ever gone before, and it excites me. I breach the surface and reflexively gasp for air, even though I was breathing just fine under the water. I steel my shaky legs and pull my hands in front of me to look at my new identity.
Now that it's out of the water, I can see and hear it with clarity. An overgrown abomination stalks an alleyway. It's a wolf with three heads stitched together with telephone poles that seemingly grow out of its back. It feels aggressive, destructive, and cruel. The star begins to sink into my arm. Even now, it feels substantially more powerful than the previous identities.
Now it's... time... to go... to sleep.
I almost pass out like normal, but I am stopped. The Otherside quakes as something happens. 'Well, this is new.'
A moment later, I see it.
It sits near the surface of the river. The stars have winked out. The river is devoid of light. Except for one.
Right at the top, a few feet in, is another star, completely unlike the rest. It flickers randomly, going from barely shining to eclipsing my vision like I'm staring at the sun. I cautiously get in the water again. I'm still tired from the previous pull, but not enough to make me pass out now.
Static assaults my ears; there's no song here. The star doesn't feel wrong. It feels... degraded. It's not complete; some parts have been taken and some notes [Expunged]. It feels wrong—mangled. Nevertheless, I warily take it in my hand.
I shouldn't be able to move it, but something helps me. Even with the help, the star barely budges. Every inch is its own battle, and every foot its own war. I strain myself as hard as I can for what feels like an hour, or maybe its been hours. I nearly fly into the air as it breaches the surface tension.
My arm hurts, but it's over now. I stare at the flickering star. I see nothing. No, more like there's an absence of something. Somehow whatever I should see in it has been stripped away. 'How is that even possible?'
It doesn't sink into my arm; instead, I feel it attempt to draw in my light. I give it just a little, but apparently that's all it needs.
My vision brightens as white envelops everything. The star sinks into my arm as the Otherside fades out of view.
"Finally, we can have a chat."
I heard a voice. It was soft and alluring. A siren call made real. Most surprising of all was that I recognized it. I never forgot about what I saw and heard when I got my powers. I had shelved it for later in my head. I had thought that it was just some weird hallucination I got from blood loss and whatever was in the locker with me. But that voice. I know that voice.
I turn around in this luminous landscape and see a woman. She was tall and looked young. She had long grey hair in a ponytail and a set of bright red eyes. She wore an olive-green dress shirt underneath a lab coat. She was, by all metrics, beautiful.
"It is considered rude to stare." She said with a smile.
I blush a little. "S-Sorry!" I stammer out. It takes me a moment to think about what just happened, but once I do, I back up a step. "Who are you?"
Her smile widens just a bit. "I have had a lot of names, but you can call me Carmen."
That's surprisingly... normal. "How did I get here?"
Carmen waved her hand. "I gave a gift to you with a little piece of light attached to arrange this meeting. I wished to speak with you, Taylor."
Carmen knows my name. How is any of this possible? One question comes to mind. "Did you... give me my powers? Are you what gives people their powers?"
Carmen shakes her head. "Yes and no. I only gave you powers. Tell me, what is it that you want?"
That throws me for a loop. "What I want."
Carmen gives a singular nod. "Yes, what you want. I have seen into your world just enough to know your story. The PRT most likely won't take this lying down, and I don't think you will accept being a Ward, so what is it that you want? Your only options from here on out are going to jail or being a villain."
Even though I just went through this in my head, it still hurts my heart to hear it from someone else. "I just wanted to be a hero."
"And you still do?"
I lower my head. "Of course I do, but that isn't an option anymore."
Carmen gives the notion a small laugh. "Is that really true?"
I look back up at Carmen before she continues. "I find how black and white your world defines heroes to be laughable. I don't see why you can't still keep doing what your heart desires."
I shake my head. "Even if I do, I'll have to fight heroes every step of the way."
Carmen's rebuttal surprised me. "Wouldn't that make them the villains then?"
I wanted to play it off as a joke, but the idea resonated with me.
"A hero is someone who helps others, correct? While I think the idea of dedicating your life in service of others is a foolish endeavour, I do realise that our worlds are different."
Carmen's smile fades a touch. "I give people the power to express their true selves without restraint because it is the only way for anyone in the city to be truly happy in the City. But that is in the City."
Carmen shakes her head. "I have made enough falsely proclaimed 'monsters' to know what people see as 'evil,' and I know that you are nowhere close to being that. If they see what you do and still consider you to be 'on the other side,' then that is because they don't even realise what side they themselves are on."
That... is a different way to look at this situation. "So, what? Do I just continue on like normal with the only difference being the PRT trying to arrest me?"
Carmen's silky voice replies, "If that is really what you want to do, then yes. You could also take over your own territory and do what the PRT has failed to do. Why do you need to follow the footsteps of those you now know walk the wrong path?"
Carmen waved her hand, and a little circle of light appeared. In the middle of it was a picture of me in my One Sin identity. "Just two weeks ago I saw someone in dire need of help. Someone who had lost almost all hope in the world. I gave them a small seed of light in the hopes that they could be themselves."
The world shook a little, and Carmen frowned. "I can't maintain this connection for much longer. It's happened twice now, so maybe we will see each other again. Before I go, I need to tell you a few things."
Carmen closed the picture. "I do not have the time to explain everything about what you wield, but if you want to know more, then you should try and look for any connections to L Corp. Secondly, that gift I sent to you should be some answers to your own world's powers. I couldn't get anything out of it, but I feel like it might open up to you."
My vision is slowly getting blurry now. "Lastly, your powers will continue to grow, and while you have been fine up to this point, just know this. The bottom of the river houses monsters that, if unleashed, could destroy your world. Be careful when you dive deep."
The world itself seems to retreat around me.
"Hopefully I get to see you again, Taylor."
- Piggot's POV
This whole situation is a mess. 'I fucking knew that Shadow Stalker was going to create a scandal; what do you know? I was right once again.'
Preliminary investigations into Shadow Stalker's caseworker and the school are already underway. New Wave is threatening to sue, even though Glory Girl willingly joined the fight. The gangs have been acting up ever since the Merchant leadership has been arrested.
The fight had left everyone in a panic, and they had a major scandal that had to be quickly suppressed lest a Ward's identity get out. Even if that Ward was the reason for said scandal. Morale is at an all-time low, and there have been arguments on what should be done with Da'at.
'Speaking of her.' She's been comatose for a full two days now. Glory Girl woke up a couple hours after the fight, but Da'at has remained unconscious. The doctors we brought into her cell couldn't find a reason why. There were some questions as to why she wasn't being kept in a hospital, but that would be stupid. If she wakes up and is still unstable, it's much better for her to be contained before another freakout happens.
Rebecca Costa-Brown has ordered for her to be temporarily jailed while investigations are ongoing, and if the claims are true, then we can negotiate Da'at's release in return for her becoming a Ward. Some would see this as some kind of goodwill, but I know better. That woman would do anything if it meant getting what she wants.
But it's not my place to question her orders. Hopefully, things can quiet down a bit while everything cools. At least I thought that was the case. Of course, when dealing with parahumans, everything will always find a way to go wrong.
A man rushes into my office. "Director, Da'at woke up, or, at least we think she did."
I raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"
The man hands me a tablet with a live feed of Da'at's containment cell. In the middle of the room should be Da'at. Instead, its something that doesn't even vaguely look human. "Is that... Tinkertech?"
-Initializing startup sequence-
-Checking A Corp authorization-
-Authorization not found-
-Rechecking A Corp Authorization-
-Authorization found-
=Authorization change detected=
=Initializing subroutine=
=Commencing Eclipse Protocol as data is compromised=
=ERROR: Eclipse Protocol partially successful=
=Subroutine compromised=
=Subroutine shutting down=
-Location beacon activated-
-ERROR: location not recognized-
-Contacting [Expunged]-
-ERROR: contact failed-
-Initializing Diagnostics-
-[Expunged] data has been [Expunged]-
-W Corp singularity damaged-
-[Redacted] singularity operational-
-[Expunged] singularity damaged-
-Other singularities missing-
-Failsafe subroutine missing-
-Sending diagnostic information to [Expunged]-
-ERROR: contact failed-
-Diagnostics complete-
-Some functions are operational-
-User Designation: Taylor-
-Playing welcoming message-
[Welcome, Agent Taylor, to B Corp]
-The Light of Brockton Bay-
- Taylor's POV
I haven't drunk alcohol before, but I believe this is what a hangover is like. I feel groggy, and my slowly returning rationality is telling me how stupid I am. I turn over onto my hands and knees as a wave of nausea hits me. I can feel my memories reorganizing and returning, my brain processing what I've done.
The first thing that hits me is panic. I just fought the PRT. I destroyed part of the PRT headquarters. My identity is out. I didn't just burn a bridge; I obliterated the Golden Gate Bridge. I... I don't think I can go back to a normal life. It's just not possible. All these years have essentially gone up in flames.
Then came the anger. How could they not know? I sincerely fucking doubt that she acted any differently as Shadow Stalker. Maybe she didn't directly bully a ward, but there's no way she wasn't known as the biggest asshole in the Wards. They portray her as an edgy anti-hero, and now that I think about it, I think the only reason they do is because she would refuse to be anything more.
How could literally every single adult fail me in every way possible? Why am I the one being punished? She should be the one to lose everything, not that I think anyone would love a bitch like her. I can already see it—her getting a slap on the wrist again. Maybe she goes to juvie for a year.
As my head finally clears, I take a look around. A black, nearly empty expanse. 'Ah, I'm in the Otherside.' If I'm here, that could only mean one thing. 'I'm still unconscious.' I guess I would be after my fight with Glory Gi-
'Oh Scion, I fought Glory Girl.' Back to panic.
I hurt her a lot. Is she okay? I didn't want to hurt her that badly, or at least I wouldn't want to right now. The fight was... strange. I was aware of my actions, and yet I wasn't. I wanted to do it, and yet I didn't. It was the most vivid representation of me while also being nothing like me. I wasn't in the right state of mind. Surely Victoria can forgive me. Right? She seemed to be the most understanding of what I was going through.
But what about Amy? Even in the small amount of time we've been friends, I can tell she cares a lot about her sister. Would she forgive this? Victoria was nearly dead when we were finished. I can only hope Amy heals her in time.
'Do I even deserve to be forgiven?' If I'm being honest with myself, I could have handled all of this better. I just felt so... much. I failed to reign in my emotions and now I've most likely ruined the first friendship I've had in over a year. I can feel my thoughts start to buzz and all im left with is a feeling of sorrow.
I hear a bell toll in the background, reminiscent of an old church bell. A slight pull shakes me out of my stupor. I can feel a pull from the light in me. I'm initially surprised because, holy hell, that's a lot of light. I follow the tug and get surprised again when I find that it's coming from One Sin.
I'm a little unsure of what's happening; my identities haven't done this before. Sure, Scorched Girl has influenced my thoughts while I didn't have it equipped, but that was different. This felt purposeful, like it was it that wanted something and not some passive escalation of my emotions.
'Eh, sure, why not? I don't have much to lose, especially not here where nothing is real.' I pull on One Sin, expecting something big to happen. The last time I did this, Scorched Girl had manifested some burning village and had turned up the emotional influence by a lot. One Sin pleasantly surprises me by not setting a portion of the Otherside on fire. Instead, I find there's an old church off to the side of the path. There's even an off shoot of the path that leads to its doors
I start to walk up to the front doors; they're made of dark wood and are sanded but unfinished. I open the doors and find One Sin sitting in the back where the priest would normally stand. Rows of church benches line the sides of the room, and a red carpet creates a path through the center of the room. 'Wait, One Sin is an actual thing?'
I knew that One Sin was sort of like Scorched Girl and Small Bird, in that they didn't seem to be real. Was I wrong? Were they real? Or is this some kind of manifestation of my power that can only happen in the Otherside? I continue to walk down the carpet towards One Sin. I can feel its gaze follow me even though there are no eyes within its empty sockets.
I take the final step so that I'm directly in front of it. It remains silent, but I get the feeling that I should do something, but I'm not sure what that something is. I remember the vision I had when I first slept after waking up in the locker with One Sin. A woman named Joelle confessing her sins to it. I'm not religious, but maybe it can give me the little boost I desperately need right now.
I open my mouth and start to talk about my issues. It's slow and awkward at first, but as I continue, I get into a rhythm of sorts. I talk about my problems at school and my anger at the injustice I've faced. The lies I tell my dad to keep my identity a secret and our strained relationship. I recount the fight I had with the PRT and the injuries I gave Victoria in our fight. It takes a while; I don't know how much time, but I'm pretty sure I have an almost endless amount of time when I'm in the Otherside.
As I finish, I can feel One Sin's judgement. Silent, but strong. Not harsh, but sturdy. After a few seconds of silence, a small amount of light surrounds me. I feel lighter as a weight is taken off of my chest. I don't exactly feel better about what happened; I more feel... content. It's not perfect, but I feel like I have a little more drive than before.
"Thanks, One Sin." It doesn't answer, but I didn't expect it to. I stand up from my kneeling position and walk out of the church. My steps are a little less laboured.
Once outside, I'm about to pull back One Sin, but do I really need to? They don't seem to influence my thoughts like the other unreal identities, so does it really matter if I leave them out here? 'Eh, probably not, What's the worst that could happen?' I had a feeling that the Otherside is eventually going to be filled with a bunch of random stuff as I practice here.
Now what should I do? I have no doubts that I'm in trouble. I did just fight the entire PRT ENE. I might be a little more accepting of what's happened, but I refuse to be judged by them. They probably have me in some kind of holding cell. I most likely will be unable to get out with my current identities. Maybe if I let go of control with Scorched Girl, I could break out. But I would most likely have to fight again. It's too risky.
If I could get out in the open, I could use T Corp Technician to escape. I have about 10 hours banked, and my max is 1200 hours per day, or 50 times regular speed. I would have 12 regular minutes to get as far away as possible. Not even Velocity is that fast. I still have the problem that I need to be out in the open and out of my cell.
I'm only drawing 1 option here. I have to pull something out of the river that helps me escape. It's a gamble, but it's the only option that I have. Otherwise I'm going to have to submit to whatever the PRT has planned, which is either the Wards or jail, and I don't want either. I also didn't get the new identities I used during my fight. Maybe I could somehow use my light to temporarily get a new identity. More testing for later.
I walk towards the river, passing by my bench, street lamp, and pile of wood cubes. No matter what happens, I'll still have this. Every time I pull another identity, the river beckons me just a little bit more, and I go just a little bit deeper. Whatever happened during that fight had left me with a large excess of light, so I can go deep this time.
I put my toes in the water and feel its warmth. Slowly I lower myself in until I'm fully submerged. It almost feels like I'm at home, that I belong here. The water no longer feels weird to breathe. Now it feels lighter than air. I can finally breathe normally. I almost want to stay here, but I have things to do.
I plunge into the depths. The motes of light passing by me seem brighter, and I hear more from them. I pass by one that sings of... soda? That's weird. Another sings a song of a city's happiness. One was forsaken, and one spoke of prophecies. I pass by the chorus and continue deeper. The motes of light get bigger as I go down.
Finally, I know I am soon to hit my limit, so I look for a nearby mote. Even if I can hear and feel them better now, I still don't truly know what's inside of them. The more in front of me is electrifying and predatory. A song that's more of a howl. I also get a sense of subjugation, not by it, but on it. It sings its song, but to the tune its told. It kind of reminds me of Sophia, at least the predatory part. I wonder if the subjugation part is too. Wouldn't that blow my mind?
I grab onto it and pull up. It's still a struggle, but now it doesn't feel like a chore. Even as I get tired, I feel exhilarated. I am way deeper than I have ever gone before, and it excites me. I breach the surface and reflexively gasp for air, even though I was breathing just fine under the water. I steel my shaky legs and pull my hands in front of me to look at my new identity.
Now that it's out of the water, I can see and hear it with clarity. An overgrown abomination stalks an alleyway. It's a wolf with three heads stitched together with telephone poles that seemingly grow out of its back. It feels aggressive, destructive, and cruel. The star begins to sink into my arm. Even now, it feels substantially more powerful than the previous identities.
Now it's... time... to go... to sleep.
I almost pass out like normal, but I am stopped. The Otherside quakes as something happens. 'Well, this is new.'
A moment later, I see it.
It sits near the surface of the river. The stars have winked out. The river is devoid of light. Except for one.
Right at the top, a few feet in, is another star, completely unlike the rest. It flickers randomly, going from barely shining to eclipsing my vision like I'm staring at the sun. I cautiously get in the water again. I'm still tired from the previous pull, but not enough to make me pass out now.
Static assaults my ears; there's no song here. The star doesn't feel wrong. It feels... degraded. It's not complete; some parts have been taken and some notes [Expunged]. It feels wrong—mangled. Nevertheless, I warily take it in my hand.
I shouldn't be able to move it, but something helps me. Even with the help, the star barely budges. Every inch is its own battle, and every foot its own war. I strain myself as hard as I can for what feels like an hour, or maybe its been hours. I nearly fly into the air as it breaches the surface tension.
My arm hurts, but it's over now. I stare at the flickering star. I see nothing. No, more like there's an absence of something. Somehow whatever I should see in it has been stripped away. 'How is that even possible?'
It doesn't sink into my arm; instead, I feel it attempt to draw in my light. I give it just a little, but apparently that's all it needs.
My vision brightens as white envelops everything. The star sinks into my arm as the Otherside fades out of view.
"Finally, we can have a chat."
I heard a voice. It was soft and alluring. A siren call made real. Most surprising of all was that I recognized it. I never forgot about what I saw and heard when I got my powers. I had shelved it for later in my head. I had thought that it was just some weird hallucination I got from blood loss and whatever was in the locker with me. But that voice. I know that voice.
I turn around in this luminous landscape and see a woman. She was tall and looked young. She had long grey hair in a ponytail and a set of bright red eyes. She wore an olive-green dress shirt underneath a lab coat. She was, by all metrics, beautiful.
"It is considered rude to stare." She said with a smile.
I blush a little. "S-Sorry!" I stammer out. It takes me a moment to think about what just happened, but once I do, I back up a step. "Who are you?"
Her smile widens just a bit. "I have had a lot of names, but you can call me Carmen."
That's surprisingly... normal. "How did I get here?"
Carmen waved her hand. "I gave a gift to you with a little piece of light attached to arrange this meeting. I wished to speak with you, Taylor."
Carmen knows my name. How is any of this possible? One question comes to mind. "Did you... give me my powers? Are you what gives people their powers?"
Carmen shakes her head. "Yes and no. I only gave you powers. Tell me, what is it that you want?"
That throws me for a loop. "What I want."
Carmen gives a singular nod. "Yes, what you want. I have seen into your world just enough to know your story. The PRT most likely won't take this lying down, and I don't think you will accept being a Ward, so what is it that you want? Your only options from here on out are going to jail or being a villain."
Even though I just went through this in my head, it still hurts my heart to hear it from someone else. "I just wanted to be a hero."
"And you still do?"
I lower my head. "Of course I do, but that isn't an option anymore."
Carmen gives the notion a small laugh. "Is that really true?"
I look back up at Carmen before she continues. "I find how black and white your world defines heroes to be laughable. I don't see why you can't still keep doing what your heart desires."
I shake my head. "Even if I do, I'll have to fight heroes every step of the way."
Carmen's rebuttal surprised me. "Wouldn't that make them the villains then?"
I wanted to play it off as a joke, but the idea resonated with me.
"A hero is someone who helps others, correct? While I think the idea of dedicating your life in service of others is a foolish endeavour, I do realise that our worlds are different."
Carmen's smile fades a touch. "I give people the power to express their true selves without restraint because it is the only way for anyone in the city to be truly happy in the City. But that is in the City."
Carmen shakes her head. "I have made enough falsely proclaimed 'monsters' to know what people see as 'evil,' and I know that you are nowhere close to being that. If they see what you do and still consider you to be 'on the other side,' then that is because they don't even realise what side they themselves are on."
That... is a different way to look at this situation. "So, what? Do I just continue on like normal with the only difference being the PRT trying to arrest me?"
Carmen's silky voice replies, "If that is really what you want to do, then yes. You could also take over your own territory and do what the PRT has failed to do. Why do you need to follow the footsteps of those you now know walk the wrong path?"
Carmen waved her hand, and a little circle of light appeared. In the middle of it was a picture of me in my One Sin identity. "Just two weeks ago I saw someone in dire need of help. Someone who had lost almost all hope in the world. I gave them a small seed of light in the hopes that they could be themselves."
The world shook a little, and Carmen frowned. "I can't maintain this connection for much longer. It's happened twice now, so maybe we will see each other again. Before I go, I need to tell you a few things."
Carmen closed the picture. "I do not have the time to explain everything about what you wield, but if you want to know more, then you should try and look for any connections to L Corp. Secondly, that gift I sent to you should be some answers to your own world's powers. I couldn't get anything out of it, but I feel like it might open up to you."
My vision is slowly getting blurry now. "Lastly, your powers will continue to grow, and while you have been fine up to this point, just know this. The bottom of the river houses monsters that, if unleashed, could destroy your world. Be careful when you dive deep."
The world itself seems to retreat around me.
"Hopefully I get to see you again, Taylor."
-The Light of Brockton Bay-
- Piggot's POV
This whole situation is a mess. 'I fucking knew that Shadow Stalker was going to create a scandal; what do you know? I was right once again.'
Preliminary investigations into Shadow Stalker's caseworker and the school are already underway. New Wave is threatening to sue, even though Glory Girl willingly joined the fight. The gangs have been acting up ever since the Merchant leadership has been arrested.
The fight had left everyone in a panic, and they had a major scandal that had to be quickly suppressed lest a Ward's identity get out. Even if that Ward was the reason for said scandal. Morale is at an all-time low, and there have been arguments on what should be done with Da'at.
'Speaking of her.' She's been comatose for a full two days now. Glory Girl woke up a couple hours after the fight, but Da'at has remained unconscious. The doctors we brought into her cell couldn't find a reason why. There were some questions as to why she wasn't being kept in a hospital, but that would be stupid. If she wakes up and is still unstable, it's much better for her to be contained before another freakout happens.
Rebecca Costa-Brown has ordered for her to be temporarily jailed while investigations are ongoing, and if the claims are true, then we can negotiate Da'at's release in return for her becoming a Ward. Some would see this as some kind of goodwill, but I know better. That woman would do anything if it meant getting what she wants.
But it's not my place to question her orders. Hopefully, things can quiet down a bit while everything cools. At least I thought that was the case. Of course, when dealing with parahumans, everything will always find a way to go wrong.
A man rushes into my office. "Director, Da'at woke up, or, at least we think she did."
I raise an eyebrow. "What do you mean by that?"
The man hands me a tablet with a live feed of Da'at's containment cell. In the middle of the room should be Da'at. Instead, its something that doesn't even vaguely look human. "Is that... Tinkertech?"
-The Light of Brockton Bay-
-Initializing startup sequence-
-Checking A Corp authorization-
-Authorization not found-
-Rechecking A Corp Authorization-
-Authorization found-
=Authorization change detected=
=Initializing subroutine=
=Commencing Eclipse Protocol as data is compromised=
=ERROR: Eclipse Protocol partially successful=
=Subroutine compromised=
=Subroutine shutting down=
-Location beacon activated-
-ERROR: location not recognized-
-Contacting [Expunged]-
-ERROR: contact failed-
-Initializing Diagnostics-
-[Expunged] data has been [Expunged]-
-W Corp singularity damaged-
-[Redacted] singularity operational-
-[Expunged] singularity damaged-
-Other singularities missing-
-Failsafe subroutine missing-
-Sending diagnostic information to [Expunged]-
-ERROR: contact failed-
-Diagnostics complete-
-Some functions are operational-
-User Designation: Taylor-
-Playing welcoming message-
[Welcome, Agent Taylor, to B Corp]
Tisaku
Head Chief Thinkomancer
Ah, pulling out the Big guns, huh? I really wonder how all will resolve with such a political identity at the forfront.
DoSomething
Trash in trash can
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