The Rising of the Shield Heroine
- Thread starter Tale Swapper
- Start date
- Crossover
punster lv1
Killjoy - cheerful shitposter - ignorant pedant
Paying off
- Location
- Sweden
It would have been mechanically, but she doesn't want to lose the memento of her mother.
A magically converted replica isn't the same.
I'm so happy that you're back and writing. And I love the fate of the flute, sometimes, you need the feels over anything else.
Tale Swapper
(Unverified Madman)
- Location
- Lost Among a Sea of Imaginings and Dreams
More regular than one every six months. I found my motivation again, so if I can keep it going...
You have no obligation with us have fun with this story and write what you can
- Location
- Missouri
Very nice interaction.
I hope Trainwreck becomes an ally, or at the very least someone she can buy cruddy tinkertech off of.
If I was Danny, I'd have Taylor absorb everything in their bathroom medicine cabinet to unlock better HEAL-related bonuses: pain-reliever, antibiotics, Pepto-Bismol, iodine, cough syrup, antacid, vitamins, etc.
No reason to be cheap with over-the-counter drugs when it might save Taylor's life.
I'm not sure if absorbing both probiotics and antibiotics would unlock "Knowledge (Biology)" or if Taylor first needs to max-out the "First Aid" skill.
Other substances to absorb:
=Household chemicals: cleaning supplies, detergent, shampoo, soap, bug-spray, cosmetics, gasoline, WD-40 oil, bleach, windex, etc.
=Bio-matter: buying bone or blood from a butcher, bird seed, leftover coffee grounds, grass clippings, mulch, weeds from a garden, etc.
=Adhesives: glue, tape, ant-traps.
=Temperature-related: gel compress, antifreeze, thermometer, etc.
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Tutorial Interlude: Fog, Iron, and Wrath
Tale Swapper
(Unverified Madman)
- Location
- Lost Among a Sea of Imaginings and Dreams
Daniel Hebert could remember the day the fog rolled in.
He'd been at the office, working on some inconsequential paperwork, when he'd gotten a call from the hospital. He'd rushed over, but he'd already know the truth.
Annette was gone. His sun, the light of his life, was snuffed out.
And the clear skies, which let him see the storms, were blanketed with fog. It slowly crept in, filling his mind and his heart with a choking, gray numbness.
He'd known it wasn't right. Known it wasn't healthy. But all he could do was put one foot in front of the other, groping his way through a life which had become shrouded and bleak.
He'd grown distant from… everyone. He'd not seen Kurt or Lacey in months, barely spoke to Allen and Zoe, and stopped interacting with his family in Boston. His world had narrowed to the tiny space around him, all that he could see through the gray.
...he hadn't realized it when Taylor had gotten lost in the fog. Hadn't seen what was happening to her, for all that the signs were just outside his field of vision. He'd never bothered to even try to explore the fog around him, never bothered to try to beat it back. Too much effort, with everything he held dear gone.
Then he'd gotten another call.
Danny looked up from his magazine as he heard the door open. Looking up, he saw his daughter step in, closing the door behind her as she swung her superfluous backpack onto the hooks near the door.
"Have any more run-ins, Taylor?" Danny asked, surprising his daughter.
"Run-ins?" Taylor seemed confused, then shook her head as she made the connection. "No, nothing so far, though I've spotted a few Capes out there. I haven't seen Trainwreck since that one time." She paused. "I'll need to go find him again sometime."
Danny let a sigh escape his lips. "While I'm glad you parted peacefully with him, I'm not certain you should seek him out. If you can't give him what he wants, I'm not certain he'll stay his hand a second time."
As Taylor paused, a green window popped up in front of Danny, who tapped the accept button seconds after it formed. Allie's face appeared on the screen. "I think we need to help him, if at all possible. We could use a contact or two in the Cape scene, and I don't know of anyone else who could help us."
Danny frowned. "New Wave is- no, they're mostly retired. PRT is out for obvious reasons, and there aren't any independent heroes in the city." He sighed. "Two major gangs, an army of drug-addled loons and a host of little Villains, and we've only got two teams of heroes to fight back."
Allie frowned from on-screen. "Why haven't the locals started arming up? I mean, parahuman powers or no, enough firepower would take down anyone short of Lung."
"But it would get a lot of people killed first." Taylor objected.
"You're both right, really." Both the girls stopped as Danny spoke up. "If every man in even the DWU armed up and went on a march, we could probably roll up anyone except Lung himself… if we didn't care about the damages done, or the number of us we'd lose." He shook his head. "Honestly, I think if people had known it was going to get this bad twenty years ago, they'd have done it, consequences be damned. Might have done it again after Marquis was caged. But things just gradually got worse, and a lot of the people with enough fight in them have either joined the Empire, lost their will, gotten out, or died. These days, the gangs are well entrenched."
"But not unbeatable." Allie said quietly.
"No. Never, really." Danny allowed.
Taylor looked lost in thought. "...a slow slip. I guess I could see how that might have happened." She blinked. "And I just gained a point in Wisdom. Weird."
Danny smiled back at his daughter. "Glad to hear you're growing up, dear. Soon you'll be drinking coffee and looking back at the 'good ol' days' just like the rest of us."
Taylor raised one eyebrow, and for a brief instant he could see a slightly taller figure with auburn hair in place of his daughter. But then the moment passed, and Danny could see his child instead of his wife. "Ha-ha, dad. If I'm old, what does that make you?"
"Ancient?" Allie quipped.
"Elderly?"
"Rickety?"
"Infirm?"
Danny's smile widened as the two girls took turns insulting him. It had taken a tragedy, but it usually does take a ship running aground to have a lighthouse set up. He could see again.
And how he hoped he could watch his light- his little owl- go forth into clear skies.
Never again. No more fog.
He hadn't told Taylor, but there was a pricey but necessary bottle of pills upstairs. The antidepressants were a crutch, one he hated- but if that's what it took to be here for his daughter...
Well. He'd do it, and damn the consequences. His daughter needed him, powers or not.
...although. Maybe it was daughters now?
Something to think about.
"...really quite impressive. Making power armor out of scrap is way outside my crafting abilities."
Trainwreck- no, you have a name, now use it- Gregor smiled, being careful to keep his lips pressed together. "Exciting it's not." He said softly, eyeing the girl standing to one side. "Shit, compared to Armsmaster."
"Maybe, but his entire shtick is making things as refined and compact as possible, which tends to make things look sleek." Heraldry inspected the larger combat armor Gregor had been working on. "...I wish I could build something this imposing."
Gregor watched as the newbie cape walked around the hulking, diesel-caked armor. He wasn't quite certain why he'd invited the little Cape back to his den out in the dockyards- she was a hero, after all. But he owed her something.
After his first encounter with Heraldry, Trainwreck had taken a bit of time to look up his name. Internet was easy to get, so long as you were willing to deal with those two idiots who played at being villains half the time, and hired themselves out for money during the rest. And the name- no one was missing that matched him, but it was distinctive… Russian.
And the language he'd looked up, the Cyrillic script- he'd recognized it. Putting emphasis on the first word, the mangled state of his English, it all fit. Within hours of beginning his research, he'd switched over from reading in English to Russian, pouring through things he'd half-known.
He wasn't broken. He wasn't just a product of some terrible mutation. He had a past.
It was wonderful.
It changed… nothing, really. He still had no home, no family, no allies. But the name, his name, had unlocked something he'd been forced to forget.
The girl hadn't been shitting him. She'd told him the truth, given him something precious, and even though she didn't appreciate his looks or his attitude- he could tell- but she respected his work.
So the second time they'd met- when she'd come looking for him, now armored from head to toe, the older cape had struggled to find a way to pay her back. He paid his debts, just as he'd hope others would pay him back, after all. So he'd eventually decided to invite her to his workshop, to give him a little more time to think. He hadn't realized that giving another Tinker (or whatever she really was) access to his shop would turn her focus off him and onto his works in progress.
He grunted, walking forward as he cleared his thoughts. "The armor, prefer if you would not touch it." He rasped out, stopping her as she moved to scale the back.
"Oh, right." She paused, inspecting it closely, and for an instant Gregor recognized the look she'd gotten right before she revealed his name. "...you know, most of this thing runs on real-world physics. Very little black-boxing at all."
"That is important?" He stopped, raising one metal hand as Heraldry moved to speak, his mind clicking over the possibilities. "No, I understand. Reverse-engineering? Patents be had from it?"
"Basically." The little armored cape took another look. "Too bad the power system is obscured. That part's what makes it run."
"Power supply easy to replace." Gregor interjected. "No much drive, but possible." He grimaced, noting his broken sentence structure again. Twisting his lips, he tried again. "If it didn't need as much armor, could use battery, or engine."
"That might be worth looking into. Not for capes though. We need all the power we can get."
Gregor let out a little chuckle, both at the comment and at the situation she posed. "Matters not. A fugitive, I am. I cannot walk into a patent office." He groaned.
"Not as Trainwreck, no." The smaller cape tilted her helmet, visor pointed up at the other Cape. "But maybe as Gregor, someday."
"...maybe as Gregor." The older cape gave a hesitant nod. He owed this girl so much.
A predator shouldn't be caged.
Sophia growled as she looked down at the bracelet clamped around one ankle, the humming device a constant reminder of her confinement.
Not that being stuck here isn't enough of a reminder.
Sophia hadn't seen it coming. After a full year of doing whatever she'd wanted in Winslow, getting called out by the principal for what happened to Hebert was a bit of a surprise. She'd lied to Blackwell's face, agreed to tone it down and let what happened to the weak bitch get forgotten. But it apparently hadn't been enough.
It had taken all of a week for Armsmaster to drag her in front of Piggot. A week for these damned lapdogs to grab her, collar her, and put her on a leash she couldn't slip out of.
Sophia didn't know all the details. She did know that Hebert's dad had called in someone from the school district board, and Blackwell hadn't been able to cover things up fast enough.
Now Blackwell was imprisoned, Emma was in the mental ward, and Sophia was leashed.
...having Emma collapse like that put things in perspective. Apparently her friend wasn't a good enough predator to stand on her own. What was worse, she'd heard that Madison, the little bottom-feeder, had handed over all the evidence she'd collected to avoid being tossed into a cell of her own. With Madison having turned on her betters and Emma down, she had no allies she could trust.
And then there was Hebert. On one patrol, she'd spotted the worm walking out of a self-defense dojo, one of the ones in the Lord's Port outside the solidified gang turfs. She'd looked… different. Not like a predator, no- but not quite like prey, either. Closer to some of the other Wards.
Too bad, Emma. You finally got Hebert to grow a bit of a spine, but it took us getting canned for her to show it. Well, at least what we did worked.
It was still galling, though. Hebert was free and clear, as was Clements. But Sophia, the hunter, the predator, was still locked up.
Sophia growled as she paced her room at the downtown headquarters. She needed out, needed to go do something; but until the bracelet came off she had nowhere to go. And she was just self-aware enough to know that being trapped like this would lead to her ruin sooner rather than later.
Piggy's had it in for me since the beginning. There's no way she'll let me out anytime soon- and it's only a matter of time before I snap and do something that'll give her the excuse to lock me away- especially since Barnes won't be able to bail me out again.
Sophia scowled as she eyed the bracelet for the umpteenth time that evening. She needed only a few seconds- a minute at most- out of the bracelet to get away. There were ways to slip the door lock, ways to flee the building- she had her escape mapped out, so long as the leash was gone.
And once it is- well. I've got a score to settle before I leave.
In a well-lit room on Captain's Hill, a thin man with a severe face sipped a cup of coffee as he poured over his paperwork. At the same/not the same time, the same man stood in a black outfit, looking at a whiteboard covered in ink, magnets holding in place a multitude of photos and reminders.
Thomas Calvert looked down at the dossier in front of him, and in his other timeline eyed the layout of his spies, taps, and backdoors within the ENE downtown headquarters.
"...now, how best to use a feral animal, I wonder… There's just so many possibilities…"
He'd been at the office, working on some inconsequential paperwork, when he'd gotten a call from the hospital. He'd rushed over, but he'd already know the truth.
Annette was gone. His sun, the light of his life, was snuffed out.
And the clear skies, which let him see the storms, were blanketed with fog. It slowly crept in, filling his mind and his heart with a choking, gray numbness.
He'd known it wasn't right. Known it wasn't healthy. But all he could do was put one foot in front of the other, groping his way through a life which had become shrouded and bleak.
He'd grown distant from… everyone. He'd not seen Kurt or Lacey in months, barely spoke to Allen and Zoe, and stopped interacting with his family in Boston. His world had narrowed to the tiny space around him, all that he could see through the gray.
...he hadn't realized it when Taylor had gotten lost in the fog. Hadn't seen what was happening to her, for all that the signs were just outside his field of vision. He'd never bothered to even try to explore the fog around him, never bothered to try to beat it back. Too much effort, with everything he held dear gone.
Then he'd gotten another call.
Danny looked up from his magazine as he heard the door open. Looking up, he saw his daughter step in, closing the door behind her as she swung her superfluous backpack onto the hooks near the door.
"Have any more run-ins, Taylor?" Danny asked, surprising his daughter.
"Run-ins?" Taylor seemed confused, then shook her head as she made the connection. "No, nothing so far, though I've spotted a few Capes out there. I haven't seen Trainwreck since that one time." She paused. "I'll need to go find him again sometime."
Danny let a sigh escape his lips. "While I'm glad you parted peacefully with him, I'm not certain you should seek him out. If you can't give him what he wants, I'm not certain he'll stay his hand a second time."
As Taylor paused, a green window popped up in front of Danny, who tapped the accept button seconds after it formed. Allie's face appeared on the screen. "I think we need to help him, if at all possible. We could use a contact or two in the Cape scene, and I don't know of anyone else who could help us."
Danny frowned. "New Wave is- no, they're mostly retired. PRT is out for obvious reasons, and there aren't any independent heroes in the city." He sighed. "Two major gangs, an army of drug-addled loons and a host of little Villains, and we've only got two teams of heroes to fight back."
Allie frowned from on-screen. "Why haven't the locals started arming up? I mean, parahuman powers or no, enough firepower would take down anyone short of Lung."
"But it would get a lot of people killed first." Taylor objected.
"You're both right, really." Both the girls stopped as Danny spoke up. "If every man in even the DWU armed up and went on a march, we could probably roll up anyone except Lung himself… if we didn't care about the damages done, or the number of us we'd lose." He shook his head. "Honestly, I think if people had known it was going to get this bad twenty years ago, they'd have done it, consequences be damned. Might have done it again after Marquis was caged. But things just gradually got worse, and a lot of the people with enough fight in them have either joined the Empire, lost their will, gotten out, or died. These days, the gangs are well entrenched."
"But not unbeatable." Allie said quietly.
"No. Never, really." Danny allowed.
Taylor looked lost in thought. "...a slow slip. I guess I could see how that might have happened." She blinked. "And I just gained a point in Wisdom. Weird."
Danny smiled back at his daughter. "Glad to hear you're growing up, dear. Soon you'll be drinking coffee and looking back at the 'good ol' days' just like the rest of us."
Taylor raised one eyebrow, and for a brief instant he could see a slightly taller figure with auburn hair in place of his daughter. But then the moment passed, and Danny could see his child instead of his wife. "Ha-ha, dad. If I'm old, what does that make you?"
"Ancient?" Allie quipped.
"Elderly?"
"Rickety?"
"Infirm?"
Danny's smile widened as the two girls took turns insulting him. It had taken a tragedy, but it usually does take a ship running aground to have a lighthouse set up. He could see again.
And how he hoped he could watch his light- his little owl- go forth into clear skies.
Never again. No more fog.
He hadn't told Taylor, but there was a pricey but necessary bottle of pills upstairs. The antidepressants were a crutch, one he hated- but if that's what it took to be here for his daughter...
Well. He'd do it, and damn the consequences. His daughter needed him, powers or not.
...although. Maybe it was daughters now?
Something to think about.
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"...really quite impressive. Making power armor out of scrap is way outside my crafting abilities."
Trainwreck- no, you have a name, now use it- Gregor smiled, being careful to keep his lips pressed together. "Exciting it's not." He said softly, eyeing the girl standing to one side. "Shit, compared to Armsmaster."
"Maybe, but his entire shtick is making things as refined and compact as possible, which tends to make things look sleek." Heraldry inspected the larger combat armor Gregor had been working on. "...I wish I could build something this imposing."
Gregor watched as the newbie cape walked around the hulking, diesel-caked armor. He wasn't quite certain why he'd invited the little Cape back to his den out in the dockyards- she was a hero, after all. But he owed her something.
After his first encounter with Heraldry, Trainwreck had taken a bit of time to look up his name. Internet was easy to get, so long as you were willing to deal with those two idiots who played at being villains half the time, and hired themselves out for money during the rest. And the name- no one was missing that matched him, but it was distinctive… Russian.
And the language he'd looked up, the Cyrillic script- he'd recognized it. Putting emphasis on the first word, the mangled state of his English, it all fit. Within hours of beginning his research, he'd switched over from reading in English to Russian, pouring through things he'd half-known.
He wasn't broken. He wasn't just a product of some terrible mutation. He had a past.
It was wonderful.
It changed… nothing, really. He still had no home, no family, no allies. But the name, his name, had unlocked something he'd been forced to forget.
The girl hadn't been shitting him. She'd told him the truth, given him something precious, and even though she didn't appreciate his looks or his attitude- he could tell- but she respected his work.
So the second time they'd met- when she'd come looking for him, now armored from head to toe, the older cape had struggled to find a way to pay her back. He paid his debts, just as he'd hope others would pay him back, after all. So he'd eventually decided to invite her to his workshop, to give him a little more time to think. He hadn't realized that giving another Tinker (or whatever she really was) access to his shop would turn her focus off him and onto his works in progress.
He grunted, walking forward as he cleared his thoughts. "The armor, prefer if you would not touch it." He rasped out, stopping her as she moved to scale the back.
"Oh, right." She paused, inspecting it closely, and for an instant Gregor recognized the look she'd gotten right before she revealed his name. "...you know, most of this thing runs on real-world physics. Very little black-boxing at all."
"That is important?" He stopped, raising one metal hand as Heraldry moved to speak, his mind clicking over the possibilities. "No, I understand. Reverse-engineering? Patents be had from it?"
"Basically." The little armored cape took another look. "Too bad the power system is obscured. That part's what makes it run."
"Power supply easy to replace." Gregor interjected. "No much drive, but possible." He grimaced, noting his broken sentence structure again. Twisting his lips, he tried again. "If it didn't need as much armor, could use battery, or engine."
"That might be worth looking into. Not for capes though. We need all the power we can get."
Gregor let out a little chuckle, both at the comment and at the situation she posed. "Matters not. A fugitive, I am. I cannot walk into a patent office." He groaned.
"Not as Trainwreck, no." The smaller cape tilted her helmet, visor pointed up at the other Cape. "But maybe as Gregor, someday."
"...maybe as Gregor." The older cape gave a hesitant nod. He owed this girl so much.
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A predator shouldn't be caged.
Sophia growled as she looked down at the bracelet clamped around one ankle, the humming device a constant reminder of her confinement.
Not that being stuck here isn't enough of a reminder.
Sophia hadn't seen it coming. After a full year of doing whatever she'd wanted in Winslow, getting called out by the principal for what happened to Hebert was a bit of a surprise. She'd lied to Blackwell's face, agreed to tone it down and let what happened to the weak bitch get forgotten. But it apparently hadn't been enough.
It had taken all of a week for Armsmaster to drag her in front of Piggot. A week for these damned lapdogs to grab her, collar her, and put her on a leash she couldn't slip out of.
Sophia didn't know all the details. She did know that Hebert's dad had called in someone from the school district board, and Blackwell hadn't been able to cover things up fast enough.
Now Blackwell was imprisoned, Emma was in the mental ward, and Sophia was leashed.
...having Emma collapse like that put things in perspective. Apparently her friend wasn't a good enough predator to stand on her own. What was worse, she'd heard that Madison, the little bottom-feeder, had handed over all the evidence she'd collected to avoid being tossed into a cell of her own. With Madison having turned on her betters and Emma down, she had no allies she could trust.
And then there was Hebert. On one patrol, she'd spotted the worm walking out of a self-defense dojo, one of the ones in the Lord's Port outside the solidified gang turfs. She'd looked… different. Not like a predator, no- but not quite like prey, either. Closer to some of the other Wards.
Too bad, Emma. You finally got Hebert to grow a bit of a spine, but it took us getting canned for her to show it. Well, at least what we did worked.
It was still galling, though. Hebert was free and clear, as was Clements. But Sophia, the hunter, the predator, was still locked up.
Sophia growled as she paced her room at the downtown headquarters. She needed out, needed to go do something; but until the bracelet came off she had nowhere to go. And she was just self-aware enough to know that being trapped like this would lead to her ruin sooner rather than later.
Piggy's had it in for me since the beginning. There's no way she'll let me out anytime soon- and it's only a matter of time before I snap and do something that'll give her the excuse to lock me away- especially since Barnes won't be able to bail me out again.
Sophia scowled as she eyed the bracelet for the umpteenth time that evening. She needed only a few seconds- a minute at most- out of the bracelet to get away. There were ways to slip the door lock, ways to flee the building- she had her escape mapped out, so long as the leash was gone.
And once it is- well. I've got a score to settle before I leave.
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In a well-lit room on Captain's Hill, a thin man with a severe face sipped a cup of coffee as he poured over his paperwork. At the same/not the same time, the same man stood in a black outfit, looking at a whiteboard covered in ink, magnets holding in place a multitude of photos and reminders.
Thomas Calvert looked down at the dossier in front of him, and in his other timeline eyed the layout of his spies, taps, and backdoors within the ENE downtown headquarters.
"...now, how best to use a feral animal, I wonder… There's just so many possibilities…"
Tale Swapper
(Unverified Madman)
- Location
- Lost Among a Sea of Imaginings and Dreams
Unlike traditional RotSH, Taylor has a set number of shields she can unlock in a set time, and she still needs to master a shield before she gets its effect permanently. So just absorbing all the random stuff in her house she can might get her something useful, but likely would just clutter her inventory, especially since she hasn't found a good place to grind weak mobs. In short, Taylor's going to prioritize crafting shields and ones derived from magic/drops.
Still, the adhesive shields might be worth throwing in at some point.
Leechblade
Orientation Nitpicking
- Pronouns
- He/Him/His
Two updates! I feel so utterly blessed!
Looking forward to Sophia getting smacked about though!
Looking forward to Sophia getting smacked about though!
Dr. Mercurious
Strangest Person You Know
- Location
- New England
Good man. GOOD MAN. You've learned -- not a lot of people do. Hate the pills all you want, but goddamnit TAKE them.
Also, Coil can go die in a fire.
Tale Swapper
(Unverified Madman)
- Location
- Lost Among a Sea of Imaginings and Dreams
Honestly, my plans for Coil are both slightly vague, and very thematic.
I mean, there are so many good video games which feature underground death traps filled with hideous monsters. But there are far less where child-murdering bastards take center stage.
Though we've got a ways to go before we see that.
- Pronouns
- Masculine
Excellent chapter. Very glad to see this updating.
I really love the bond Taylor is forming with Trainwreck. From my time helping out Projection Quest, Trainwreck has rapidly elevated in status in my head. And now I can only imagine the fun of having him in Taylor's party and the pair of them wrecking Dungeons together.
Trainwreck... Gregor... he is going to be a good friend. And I can only imagine what will happen once Taylor meets other Case 53s. Helping them out and sharing their origins. She can't heal them, not yet anyway, but maybe one day.
Who knows, considering the Shield Hero's iconic abilities... the Party System might become her real power. Especially with ally boosting and xp granting. Raphtalia was Naofumi's rock. And Taylor might be able to gather a party as strong and as dedicated as Naofumi. Especially when Gregor starts gaining EXP and improving himself and unlocking things.
I can't wait to see the progress in the future. With the Shield Hero unleashed... there is a lot of possibility. Including standing in the way of the true horrors in the dark blocking them from ever harming anyone.
Taylor is going to become the Tank the world needs.
I really love the bond Taylor is forming with Trainwreck. From my time helping out Projection Quest, Trainwreck has rapidly elevated in status in my head. And now I can only imagine the fun of having him in Taylor's party and the pair of them wrecking Dungeons together.
Trainwreck... Gregor... he is going to be a good friend. And I can only imagine what will happen once Taylor meets other Case 53s. Helping them out and sharing their origins. She can't heal them, not yet anyway, but maybe one day.
Who knows, considering the Shield Hero's iconic abilities... the Party System might become her real power. Especially with ally boosting and xp granting. Raphtalia was Naofumi's rock. And Taylor might be able to gather a party as strong and as dedicated as Naofumi. Especially when Gregor starts gaining EXP and improving himself and unlocking things.
I can't wait to see the progress in the future. With the Shield Hero unleashed... there is a lot of possibility. Including standing in the way of the true horrors in the dark blocking them from ever harming anyone.
Taylor is going to become the Tank the world needs.
So, Danny's working to be there for Taylor.
Gregor might not be in the Merchants much longer.
Sophia's caged, and even she can tell she's about to snap.
And Calvert is planning how best to make use of Sophia.
What I want to know is, are there any plans for Dinah? I'd like to see this be one of those stories where Tommy's plans to capture her end up failing hard.
Gregor might not be in the Merchants much longer.
Sophia's caged, and even she can tell she's about to snap.
And Calvert is planning how best to make use of Sophia.
What I want to know is, are there any plans for Dinah? I'd like to see this be one of those stories where Tommy's plans to capture her end up failing hard.
- Location
- America
Gonna be going a bit off-topic with this comment, but that is because it still involves Shields.
And thus it is, that Taylor Hebert shall become, in this timeline, "The Greatest Titan who ever lived." maybe she'll learn that shield bashing is a valid tactic, as shields, while primarily a defensive tool, is still very much a weapon that one can hurt opponents quite severely with. "Bring the Sky down upon them." Because of course, I'd reference the Destiny 2 season of Dawn, because of the mighty Saint-14 and his great Shield! Naofumi and Taylor could both use lessons from that glorious Exo.
And thus it is, that Taylor Hebert shall become, in this timeline, "The Greatest Titan who ever lived." maybe she'll learn that shield bashing is a valid tactic, as shields, while primarily a defensive tool, is still very much a weapon that one can hurt opponents quite severely with. "Bring the Sky down upon them." Because of course, I'd reference the Destiny 2 season of Dawn, because of the mighty Saint-14 and his great Shield! Naofumi and Taylor could both use lessons from that glorious Exo.
Tale Swapper
(Unverified Madman)
- Location
- Lost Among a Sea of Imaginings and Dreams
He's not even in the Merchants yet; Coil has yet to approach him, so he's still alone out in the Trainyards.
That's spoilers. Are you sure you want those right now?
- Location
- Louisville, KY
Pretty sure he's independent right now. As he hasn't accepted Coil's offer to infiltrate the Merchants.
Edit: Imp'd by Author.
Tale Swapper
(Unverified Madman)
- Location
- Lost Among a Sea of Imaginings and Dreams
I'm not as stupid as the majority of the Tophat clan. Try again.
Maybe you should use the teleporter next?
- Location
- Mt. Holly, North Carolina
I imagine Taylor is going to wind up being two capes. Heraldry the shield bearer and another cape who acts as a stupid high end group combat thinker possibly using a pun for a name.
I don't know about others, but Amitriptyline is pretty cheap and has been generic for decades. It's only about 25% more than a bottle of Tylenol.
Granted, I haven't taken it since 1996, but it was cheap even without insurance.
I'm surprised he wasn't able to get a cheap generic anti-depressant prescribed to try first before going for the expensive stuff.