PAGDTenno
Verified Warmind. Probably on fire.
- Location
- South Carolina
I would. Stealing the XO's stateroom door on subs is so common it's simply known as Stealing The Door.
Transposition, or: Ship Happens [Worm/Aoki Hagane no Arpeggio | Arpeggio of Blue Steel]
- Thread starter ensou
- Start date
- Crossover
I would. Stealing the XO's stateroom door on subs is so common it's simply known as Stealing The Door.
fallendruid
Tripped
- Location
- Southwestern US
...The funny part is that you think this is somehow unique to, variously, americans and sailors.
QuietlyObserving
The Railgun That Walks Like a Bear
- Location
- Here.
I never said that. But Taylor is going to be building American-cosplaying Fog ships. And, unfortunately, my countrymen and I have quite handily established certain...stereotypes.
Also, I'm familiar with Sailoricus Americanus, but not any other species.
MiracleGrow
Miracles for only $19.99 [They/Them]
- Location
- DOOR STUCK DOOR STUCK PLEASE I BEG U
The popcorn UFO is still one of the funniest things Ive read in a long time. I can't find the screencap of it though.
The Letter by GoodAntagonist
- Location
- Zurich
Damnit Datcord, now you've inspired this bout of insanity:
Citrine didn't dislike working for Accord. The pay is generous, the work interesting and having her own stylish office designed specifically for her was a nice perk too. Granted, she could do without the homicidal rage, that overcame Accord when something asymmetrical walked into his line of sight.
Though, ever since a few days ago Accord has been... happier, for a lack of a better word.
More mellow, as if he found a way to work out his frustrations, or something.
The best evidence for that, was the fact that yesterday, Noriega, one of the unpowered goons in Accords employ, survived despite having given his report to the boss with a rumpled left sleeve and a small mustard stain on his pants.
Well, whatever had Accord in such a good mood was none of her business and she was far from being stupid enough to stick her nose in- "Citrine. I have a task for you.", interrupted Accord her musings. Citrine rose fluidly from her office chair, her hands automatically running down her dress to smooth any crinkles. A survival instinct long ingrained into her.
"Yes, Sir. What is the task?" 'Stay professional and use short, grammatically correct sentences to ensure the encounter will be as short as possible', she cited rule 3 mentally to herself, as she always did when talking to accord. One of the survival techniques described in the survival guide "Working for Accord 101" that was written by HR to curb the enormous amount of "contract releases" among the newly hired.
"You are to go to Brockton Bay and deliver this letter to the armor of the independent Hero Relentless."
...
Citrine almost, almost didn't manage to suppress the reflex to ask for clarification in time. Instead she just nodded and responded dutifully with "Of course Sir. I will depart immediately after your meeting with the representative from Hardtford & Cramer in" -a glance to the clock- " 17 minutes and 23 seconds", though she was unable to keep the confused tone out of her answer.
Instead of acknowledging or correcting her suggestion, Accord hesitated. Accord. Hesitated. A few seconds passed, where Accord seemed twitchy and lost heavily in his thoughts, while Citrine felt the first drops of stress induced sweat building on her forehead. Suddenly, Accord's snapped out of whatever thoughts he was in. " Yes. Yes, that is acceptable." Without another word he handed her the letter and returned into his own office.
Still a bit shaken, Citrines eyes wandered over the unsealed(!) envelope that was, indeed, addressed to the armor of Relentless. Carefully, as if the letter was a volatile chemical and not shredded and compressed tree parts, putting down the letter on her desk, far away from her coffee cup. While informing Mr. Jones telephonically of her absence, as well as briefing him on the tasks and duties he has to do during her stay in Brockton Bay, her eyes strayed often to the pristine white unsealed (!) envelope. Citrine's Survival Instinct fought valiantly with her Curiosity, with Confusion occasionally butting in, resulting in a stalemate. That stalemate was broken as soon as Citrine was sitting in the Car, driving to Brockton Bay. Curiosity and Confusion suddenly started working together and beat Survival Instinct black and blue.
Citrine stopped at the next gas station and took out the envelope from her handbag. Survival Instinct roared and flung itself bodily at Confusion and Curiosity in a desperate attempt of a last minute save, but was too weakened to achieve anything, except getting another beating.
With slightly shaking fingers, she opened the envelope and unfolded the letter.
Dear Goddess of Symmetry.
From the moment i first saw you, my heart was captured, my mind entranced by your sublime perfection.
Not a day, hour or second goes by, in which my thoughts do not turn to the artistry that is your form.
The sheen of your plates and the sophistication of your joints, have entranced me thoroughly, stoked my passions to a blazing bonfire.
Your refined elegance haunts me in my dreams, drags my waking mind to the land of imagination.
Just your digital likeness, unable to fully capture your grace, is enough to soothe my rage at the inanity i'm surrounded with.
You are the only light i've seen in a bleak world full of Imbeciles and their vulgar asymmetry.
A pleasant shiver races down my spine if i just dare to even glimpse at the potential a union of our capabilities could achieve.
I beg of you, leave Relentless and join forces with me, in whatever way you desire.
My Ambassadors will be at your disposal, ready to fulfill any of your wishes.
Only the best armor polishes can even hope to sacrifice themselves to preserve your radiance.
Yours for eternity.
Accord
Leader of the Ambassodors,
Blank-faced, Citrine carefully folded the letter, cautiously put it back into the envelope and placed it back into her handbag.
Then, for at least ten minutes, hammered her fists onto the wheel, screaming in despair the whole time.
EDIT: My very first omake! And it even rates good enough for a threadmark!!
*Shakes Champagner Bottle and pops the kork*
EDIT2: removed several capitalizations that do not occur in english grammar.
My thanks for pointing these out @Czlyydwr Llrngwl
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- Location
- Barcelona, Catalunya, EU (for now)
I gave you a hugs rating because "poor Citrine". For all I know she might be a virgin, but man, she's sooo fucked right now.
Of course, there will be a second part, when Accord realizes his (!) mistake, as the armor is the reflection of the designer's mind, i.e. Relentless. So likely Citrine will have to make a second trip with a letter to... Ugh... this is so ugly I have to banhammer my own thoughts.
Of course, there will be a second part, when Accord realizes his (!) mistake, as the armor is the reflection of the designer's mind, i.e. Relentless. So likely Citrine will have to make a second trip with a letter to... Ugh... this is so ugly I have to banhammer my own thoughts.
PhDEevee
Mathematician and Questgiver
- Location
- Sydney
The designer? You mean Greg, obviously, when Taylor starts using his sketches.
- Location
- Zurich
Hehe, yes poor Citrine, for several reasons.
- She read a private (love)letter from her homicidal boss without being allowed too.
- In said Letter, her Boss courts an ARMOR, offering his employees (and judging from the remark about polish, he's not talking about the unpowered grunts) as personal servants. She did not study Business Management in [Name] University to polish armor, no matter how symmetrical.
- She, a known villain, has to somehow approach a known Hero and deliver the letter without being arrested by Relentless or anyone else.
Come to think of it, was there ever a fic where Citrine or some other canon character is a Big Sister figure for Taylor?
As to the Virgin!Citrine thing, i believe Citrine is far too old to still be a virgin. I think she's depicted in Canon as in the middle/end of her twenties?
Haha, yes. Imagine the Panic and Rumors that will float around if Citrine is seen regularely in Brockton Bay. All the local Gangs will believe Accord is scouting things out in preparation for expanding his Organisation beyond Boston. Escalating into a Gang War after a few more hilarious misunderstandings.
A less crack version of this Omake (my very, very first by the way) would have Accord trying to hire the Tinker that made the armor according to rumors/PRT-Intel. Then shift his offer over to Relentless if he finds out she made the armor herself, and probably tripling his efforts if he ever finds out she didn't make it, it is part of her.
The designer? You mean Greg, obviously, when Taylor starts using his sketches.
Funny as that might be (for us), Greg would probably think it's hell, especially after going through the first few chapters of "Working for Accord 101". Probably unable to concentrate, fearing one of his pimples (teenagers are still prone to have them, right?) will cause him to be killed.
I. Can't. Wait.
Czlyydwr Llrngwl
"Sell ya a door Learn gull," Czly/Celly for short
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@GoodAntagonist The omake is funny, but I find it hard to believe Accord of all people would use "perfectness" rather than "perfection" -- I'm guessing American English may not be your first language from the way you use capitalization so I wouldn't normally bother with such a small detail, but it's Accord. (And checking your profile, it says you're from Zurich, so it seems my linguistic intuition is probably performing decently well. Despite being what one of my professors once described as "degenerate Latin with German grammar," English uses far less capitalization in the modern form, basically only proper names, (usually) titles attached to or in place of a proper name, and the first word of a sentence.) Anyway, it's a highly creditable first attempt and I'll look forward to seeing what else you come up with. (And I need to use less parenthetical asides if I'm going to be posting grammar lames, though this is far from what I'd call a 'flame' post of any kind.)
- Location
- Zurich
Corrected. I blame the online thesaurus i used.
Yeah, that's correct. I only started using english extensively for work about four years ago.
Since most of that is verbal communication over phone or video conferences, correct grammar and/or capitalization is not really something that was pointed out to me. Especially since most of those that i write in english to, are mostly from other european countries and their grammar is often as bad as mine or worse.
(Except Indians, there it's reversed. I can understand what they write perfectly, but my ears seem incapable of understanding their accent)
*Snerk* that was a far better lecture than an american work colleague gave to me a few weeks/months ago. He managed to stretch, what you conveyed into a single sentence, into a 15 minute lecture. To be fair, it was friday afternoon that had a remarkable drought of work needing to be done.
Errg... that might take a while.
Until now, i only posted short jokes or omakes in two of ensou's threads. (this one plus a few short scetches over in the little zizter thread)
None of the others have given me such a perfect idea for a short omake, yet. Though some threads have given me great inspiration for possible stories or quest.
(This thread in particular gave me an idea for an Arpeggio Crossover quest in the Star Wars universe, though it has far from enough meat on it for me to consider starting the quest any time soon)
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Hmmm...
I mostly like the chapter, but I have two pieces of feedback. First, I know this horse is half dead already, but unless you want to explicitly handwave the compression shock, there will need to be some kind of reaction to Relentless's test flight. I say this not so much because of Brockton Bay's PHQ radar, but more because of NORAD's ballistic missile detection systems. Radar is a part of it, but they also run a set of low-altitude infrared satellites to detect things like launches and reentry. A high speed reentry shockwave with no radar return might be significant enough to get the President wondering if he needs to give a launch order because the CUI has lobbed some Tinkertech nukes our direction.
Second, and this is more down to personal reading, is it felt like you had the wrong people in each section, specifically Relentless and Taylor. During the plane testing scene, there was enough non-human 'I am Fog' stuff going on that I felt like it was the ultimate badass that was with us through that segment.
In contrast, as soon as the battle with Deathwing started, it felt like... We were dealing with Taylor again. Not the harbinger of room with diamond bones and an antimatter heart. Even with her emotions being suppressed, it was a case of deadpan Taylor. I think part of it does fall into how the fight seemed underwhelming, having a Big Bad from another franchise get jobbed without Taylor having to reach past human to win.
I mean, she did have to, but it was more along the lines of using superhuman abilities instead of pushing past her humanity if that makes sense? Like, Alexandria could have bullshit punched her way out of that fight since she is beyond what a human can achieve, but she's still a human with powers in the end. Taylor can do the same thing, but in the end she's Fog instead of human so it feels odd that none of that came out.
I'm definitely looking forward to how this develops, though, either way it goes.
I mostly like the chapter, but I have two pieces of feedback. First, I know this horse is half dead already, but unless you want to explicitly handwave the compression shock, there will need to be some kind of reaction to Relentless's test flight. I say this not so much because of Brockton Bay's PHQ radar, but more because of NORAD's ballistic missile detection systems. Radar is a part of it, but they also run a set of low-altitude infrared satellites to detect things like launches and reentry. A high speed reentry shockwave with no radar return might be significant enough to get the President wondering if he needs to give a launch order because the CUI has lobbed some Tinkertech nukes our direction.
Second, and this is more down to personal reading, is it felt like you had the wrong people in each section, specifically Relentless and Taylor. During the plane testing scene, there was enough non-human 'I am Fog' stuff going on that I felt like it was the ultimate badass that was with us through that segment.
In contrast, as soon as the battle with Deathwing started, it felt like... We were dealing with Taylor again. Not the harbinger of room with diamond bones and an antimatter heart. Even with her emotions being suppressed, it was a case of deadpan Taylor. I think part of it does fall into how the fight seemed underwhelming, having a Big Bad from another franchise get jobbed without Taylor having to reach past human to win.
I mean, she did have to, but it was more along the lines of using superhuman abilities instead of pushing past her humanity if that makes sense? Like, Alexandria could have bullshit punched her way out of that fight since she is beyond what a human can achieve, but she's still a human with powers in the end. Taylor can do the same thing, but in the end she's Fog instead of human so it feels odd that none of that came out.
I'm definitely looking forward to how this develops, though, either way it goes.
yttam50
Eu Sunt Dracul
- Location
- Scotland
Simple, just use the sword on the dragon Thousand Years Of Death style and look at it fly.
Just had a random thought (conspiracy theory)- Datcord has previously died of alcohol poisoning then come back to life because GOD (The Chart) decided that Datcord x Scotch-chan is OTP.
This is now my headcanon for Datcord.
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nullptr
Mostly Harmless
- Location
- The 906
It's covered in nano material, isn't it? It already has one, if she wants it. It can also be a flame thrower and makes julienne fries! Guaranteed to never break!
Now you've made me want to drag out a quote from Samurai Pizza Cats.
" It slices! It dices! It destroys bad devices! It's the Magical Ginzu Sword! "
Edit: I wonder if someone (like ClockBlocker) would give it that nickname?
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Czlyydwr Llrngwl
"Sell ya a door Learn gull," Czly/Celly for short
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To turn swording into rocket science, you put rockets on sword!
Less facetiously, include an M&M shaped power plant with turbine blades around the rim at the base of the blade, with a channel up the middle with a bunch of little vectoring flaps along the length looking like scales. The vectored thrust then lets the sword move and maneuver on its own, add power to movements when wielded, or even fly the wielder along if they have enough grip strength. It is recommended that the user be either immune to fire and heat or wearing fully-sealed armor that is, of course. As an added benefit, with adequate AI support or multitasking (See also: Fog and QA in a binary tree, P R O C E S S I N G) you can have a bunch of sword drones flying around to keep a clear zone around the user, attack from multiple angles, or to vault between them for a cool-looking combo like Cloud uses in the FF7:AC movie.
(All of this I came up with for a game character ten or so years ago, but never actually used. Sadly, the drawings were lost in a house fire, along with many others.)
Less facetiously, include an M&M shaped power plant with turbine blades around the rim at the base of the blade, with a channel up the middle with a bunch of little vectoring flaps along the length looking like scales. The vectored thrust then lets the sword move and maneuver on its own, add power to movements when wielded, or even fly the wielder along if they have enough grip strength. It is recommended that the user be either immune to fire and heat or wearing fully-sealed armor that is, of course. As an added benefit, with adequate AI support or multitasking (See also: Fog and QA in a binary tree, P R O C E S S I N G) you can have a bunch of sword drones flying around to keep a clear zone around the user, attack from multiple angles, or to vault between them for a cool-looking combo like Cloud uses in the FF7:AC movie.
(All of this I came up with for a game character ten or so years ago, but never actually used. Sadly, the drawings were lost in a house fire, along with many others.)
Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
Rocket hammer
Well, sword idea is new..
Given that Fog uses graviton thrusters and, in case of Hyuuga's egg, can fly without any visible trusters, Taylor can archive similar results while keeping all machinery internal.
Czlyydwr Llrngwl
"Sell ya a door Learn gull," Czly/Celly for short
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One of the original designs from Super Robot Wars has a big sword with maneuver rockets on it, but the way I did the vectored thrust flaps is unique as far as I know. That really only shows up on the now-lost art, though, at least without spending a couple of paragraphs on it.
Sure, but then you don't have the cool looking glowing exhaust trails from your fusion-powered rocket sword. Anyone who would not do that if they could has no soul, with the possible exception of being able to use a lightsaber instead. I dunno, a physical sword with added lightsaber effectiveness and glowy visuals thanks to vectored fusion-rocket thrust might even be cooler than a lightsaber. Things I never thought I'd hear for $500, Alex.
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- Location
- Budapest, Hungary
Todoh is Code Geass also used thruster equipped sword is his KMF-s.
Stahor
BookWorm
- Location
- Russia, Moscow
Zankantou
The Zankantou (meaning "ship-cleaving sword") is a weapon in the Super Robot Wars franchise, first appearing in Super Robot Wars Alpha Gaiden. It's used by Sanger Zonvolt in all of his robots. In Original Generation 2 and Original Generations, Wodan Ymir also has his own Zankantou . In Original...
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Czlyydwr Llrngwl
"Sell ya a door Learn gull," Czly/Celly for short
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That's the SRW one I was thinking of, yes. Not at all how my version looks, though, nor the one from Code:Geas. Really, I'd have to draw it again or do a 3D model. I might, it was one of my favorite designs.You can see thrusters here.
Information: Official Staff Communication
WHOO-HOO! Let's do some- ...waiting for final revisions? Yes. Let's do THAT. >>
EDIT: Okay, it looks like it might take a bit. Let's Leeroy Jenkins this bad boy and we'll catch the revision later!
Cue Citrine being really REALLY weirded out at an Accord who's working to write the PERFECT love poem... to Relentess' armor.
Well, that's not ominous at all, no sir.
*reads chapter*
Oh, you fucker. XD
*cracks knuckles* And here we go!
It's okay, Taylor! The Fleet trusts you to find their special place!
...stop looking at me like that. I'm a shipper. I have NEEDS.
*sighs*
I'll go get the scotch.
Given that ensou's stated repeatedly this is a crossover, not a power theft... it means you're gonna meet some NEW friends soon enough! (And Leviathan is going to have a Very Bad Day.)
Just as long as you don't skip leg day, we're all right.
Adults say a LOT of hypocritical bullshit, usually revolving around their inexplicable amnesia about what THEY got up to when they were kids.
So this IS kind of a leg day! All right, Taylor! OATS AND SQUATS, Taylor! OATS AND SQUATS.
Relentless looks at your "Brute rating" and laughs. Laughs real mean like.
Oh, I like her. I like her a LOT.
AND HOW YOU USE IT.
(Bullshit Fogmagicscience.)
I... didn't think we were allowed to write that sort of story on this board?
*stares*
*gestures helplessly*
*goes for more scotch*
But this is Worm, so no worries there!
Meanwhile, in a dimension just slightly to the left, a big ol' chunk of Alien Space Whale is... looking a little concerned at the glowing ball of something that just showed up....
I appreciate how she has to state this to herself. As though reminding herself of that fact.
"Giant explosions are bad, Taylor. No wiping out continents, Taylor. Stop letting that Bakuda chick flirt with you, Taylor."
*coff*coff*foreshadowing*coff*coff*
It is! I've checked. It's named after Enrico Blurp. He was a coworker of Robert Whatchamacallit and Douglas Thingy. (He was NOT a fan of Edward Wossname. Something involving a bar bet, I believe.)
That depends on the city!
Ahhh! See? LOADS of technical terms being used here!
*twitches*
*sets out additional bottles of scotch*
Notice how no one at all bothers her on this run? That's because they all know the rules by now: Running TOWARDS the Graveyard + big grin = Obvious Cape.
I... uh... yeah.
Taylor's making a better body. By sticking fist-sized bits into her ribcage. I... there are no jokes I can make here. None whatsoever.
"Tell me, Mr. Rusty Wreck, have you ever heard the good news of the Fleet of Fog?"
Nanomachines,sondaughter! (Yes, I'm aware I have to dig up this joke to beat it. I'm okay with that.)
*chokes*
*mumbles into a glass of scotch*
....
*sob*
YOU'RE NOT MAKING THIS EASIER FOR ME, ENSOU.
Oh, god! I'm not going to have enough scotch!
*broken sobbing while clutching at the scotch bottle*
Which I'm pretty sure is a violation of maritime laws?
*choke* My god, it's full of innuendo!
...wait. Ships don't have canopies or cockpits.
For sitting in your cockpit, right. No jokes to be made there. None at all.
Atomic batteries to power! Turbines to speed!
...that joke was a lot funnier when I first thought of it.
Suddenly, I'd really like to see the conversation between Dragon and Taylor about what it feels like to have things like engines. (And not just because I want Saint's head to pop like he's in Scanners. ...but that WOULD be a nice side benefit.)
Taylor, seen here being upset about the size of her... engines.
I want to say that it was right about HERE that I started to get a little twitch of "Wait, she didn't build a ship, did she.", but.... It seriously took me a bit longer to realize that Taylor had built herself a PLANE, not just a flying submarine or something. Because Fleet of Fog, that's why. (Also, because I was remembering the Aeromarine, so.)
Minutes? Well... I got some bad news for you about that "faster than anything" claim, Taylor.....
And that's when the manic cackling began....
*eyes the next paragraph and gets a Neal Stephenson vibe*
(To be clear, this is a compliment.)
Just don't mention this fact to anyone named Jack and we'll be fine.
Except, of course, a really good surface-to-air missile. (Also, I'm, like... 110% certain we're not allowed to write stories involving fucking fighter jets on this board? Not even if it's a Transformers story?)
Taylor Hebert, seen here trying to weasel TGWP's Jaune out of his "Master of Understatement" title....
She's REALLY enjoying flying.
Oh, lord. She's gone full YF-21. ...I seem to recall that not ending well?
On the other hand, this has led me to discovering that Maboroshi redid his Information High AMV and that's awesome.
(I mean, if you want to measure yourself against THOSE pikers....)
*narrows eyes*
I'm getting a vague flashback to something....
It is entirely appropriate at this point to shriek "WHEEEEE!", Taylor.
You know, if it takes that much effort to "keep yourself straight".... Well, I got news for you.
Scaring the shit out of a school of mackerel in the process. Oh, and a Navy destroyer, but fuck those guys, amirite?
My new mental image for Taylor:
Can't stop, won't stop, right?
HORSESHIT. You have a great reason: PASSING THE Kármán line! Get those wings, Taylor!
Yes, thank you, Daedalus.
Yeah, the Simurgh is REALLY shit at flirting.
...wait, wasn't it Simurgh in Canberra in February in canon?
Glory Girl?
...what? What?! You were all thinking it!
There's no innuendo to be made here. None at all. </deadpan>
Well. You're fifteen. I mean... not a lot of experience, there. For example: Have you ever tried a true steakhouse's prime rib?
"Where the fuck did you go, Steve?"
"IT WAS SO AWESOME, YOU GUYS."
I'm sure that's not important. Just ignore it!
Except for the low hum. You know, the one that you just mentioned. That hum.
And, thusly, obtained true knowledge!
*narrows eyes*
I see "co-processor" in there and, thusly, put QA and all of Taylor's nano-bits on The Chart!
Oh, no! You teleported in a Merchant storehouse!
Did... did Machiavelli do a lot of hellscapes? Well, as long as it's not something by Bosch, you're okay, Taylor.
And then they were horribly pathetic!
*opens mouth*
*pauses*
*slowly closes mouth*
*goes to drink... heavily*
Is the scourge lame-ass cosplaying capes? Please say it is.
...and then he threw Taylor a spoon.
A bunny?
...oh. Should have gone for the bunny.
...wait.
Never mind, I can get behind this! ...probably best to do that on a different board, though. >>
All those fools at theUniversityInternet? He'll show them, he'll show them ALL?
Well... in THAT sketchbook, he did. Less so in his... other sketchbook. I mean, there was still armor! Just... slightly less of it. ...significantly less of it, actually.
Even moreso now that you've built a new skeleton and musculature!
The Tinker-glass more than the steel, really. Steel's not as hard as you'd think, when you get right down to it.
OH GOD NO, NOT THAT FUCKING SONG AGAIN IT'S IN MY HEAD
Cut to Uber, currently laying on the ground bitching about his back.
Just stick the pointy end into the dragon, Taylor! It's not rocket science.
...if you DO figure out a way to turn it into rocket science, let me know. I'd pay to see that.
Well, I'm checking its SAT scores and it's very weak on English....
"Fuck off huge" has always worked for me.
I got ya, Elmer.
Someone's very proud of you right now, Taylor.
Through the building or through the furniture? I mean, they're all about the same level of difficulty for someone who's built their skeleton out of diamond from scratch, but....
But NOT Istanbul.
Leet's Shard: "Please, PLEASE, let this kill him! PLEASE."
You know, randomly... I can't help but notice the potty mouth Taylor's developing in this story. I mean, it makes sense. She's (kinda) a sailor, but... still. Good lord, I can't wait until she meets the other ships. Their horrified silences should be AMAZING.
Now, Taylor, this is important: The NEXT time you see Lung... be sure to mention he was a good warmup for fighting a REAL dragon.
Up next: A Canadian Dragon! (You win against one of those by apologizing faster than they can!)
QA/Union Core: "Mainline calm? Bitch, I just might!"
Plenty of stabbin' room, Taylor!
There are no possible jokes revolving around Taylor not trying to take the front entrance. </deadpan>
There are no possible jokes and I'm just going to go get more scotch, okay? *whimper*
Well. ...at least it's better than "Leap, THEN scream" right?
It does have the joy of simplicity!
*shifty eyes*
*slowly edges towards The Chart*
Leet's Shard: "FUCKING TELL ME ABOUT IT."
Coil? (Coil.)
Besides, those were more... booby traps, really. I mean, how long until they all just exploded and/or literally melted down? No one knows!
Good lord, Taylor. You kiss your Union Core with that mouth?
Oooh, no, sorry. "Scream and leap" was NOT the right answer.
Leet's Shard: "It wasn't for you! IT WAS NEVER FOR YOU! PLEASE, PLEASE, SET ME FREE!"
Ah, yes. The first step is always making your own tools.
(Of course, if Uber and Leet were here, she'd already have a pair of tools.)
Oh, for fuck's sake. And you JUST made that diamond skeleton, too!
Yeah, hunting down Uber and Leet and shoving your foot up their asses will take a bit.
Meanwhile, somewhere on the Rig, Armsmaster suddenly feels really, really pissed and he's not sure why....
"Razor sharp" *derisive laugh* Oh, you're ADORABLE.
Oh, it WON'T be a fight, chum.
Hey! At least now you know what your shield can stand up to, right? That's... that's good data.
*slowly turns to eyeball Coil*
You'll get yours. Oh, you'll SO get yours....
Ha! Please. Relentless is what Alexandria wants to be when she grows up.
No, no. I insist you complain to her. In person. Immediately after she finishes julienning your little dragon.
QA/Union Core: "HALPING!"
Taylor is the President of Tautology Club because she is the Tautology Club's President.
Taylor, from my extensive research into things like this, I can assure you that ANY time you see "weird tendrils", you should pay them mind.
When in doubt: OFF WITH THE HEAD!
Giant rage dragons of the gangster kind....
Great! Now I have that song stuck in my head!
Well... a hero that just cut their way out of a dragon, more like. You know, like this guy:
*wild, hysterical laughter*
*slowly lifts eyebrow*
Week? JUST a week? I wonder what's going to happen in that week that they know about that we don't?
*sobs*
*goes for more scotch*
Glug glug glug goes the scotch....
Oh, you tease, ensou!
I've... read a few stories with this premise, yes.
We have always been at war with Deathwing!
Fingers crossed! (The Chart hungers.)
Any time I'm involved in Worm, I'm reminded of something I read once: "Never let the author of a story ruin the story for you."
I haven't always been able to do that, but I actively try to.
Senpai noticed me! *waves*
You better not be casting shade on Tilda Swinton! Motherfucker, I will CUT YOU.
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Would you mind putting these in a spoiler from now on? There's clearly people who enjoy these reaction pots and we have no desire to spoil that, but there are also people who find the wall of quotes kind of obtrusive. A spoiler kind of helps everyone get what they want. I've edited one into this post (feel free to amend the title), but if you could please keep it in mind for the future, I'd appreciate it.
Thanks for your time.
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Cergor
Fun fun fun in the sun sun sun
- Location
- Earth or at least close enough
Damn you ensou! How dare you write such fucking awesome stories!? Here i go an think 'lets give this a chance' and next thing i know, sleep is not worth it anymore cause i have to freaking shower and leave home in half an hour! Thanks for messing up my day and making me this awesomely mad.
MOOOAAAAAAAAAAAR!
MOOOAAAAAAAAAAAR!