Transposition, or: Ship Happens [Worm/Aoki Hagane no Arpeggio | Arpeggio of Blue Steel]

The Moody Blues - The Balance said:
And he thought of those he angered,
For he was not a violent man,
And he thought of those he hurt
For he was not a cruel man
And he thought of those he frightened
For he was not a evil man,

And he understood.
He understood himself.
Upon this
He saw that when he was of anger
Or knew hurt
Or felt fear,
It was because he was not understanding.
And he learned, compassion.

And with his eye of compassion
He saw his enemies
Like unto himself,
And he learned love.
Then, he was answered.
 
I'd argue cruelty is simply inflicting suffering on others. Whether it is in pursuit of some "strength", or to satisfy some craving for the pain of others,of because one has the power to inflict it, or just out of plain ignorance.
 
This is not the philosophy discussion thread, please take this conversation somewhere else.
 
I have an idea, just throwing it out here because I don't want to step on ensou's toes. Taylor has classic locker trigger, trigger intercepted, yadda yadda. But it goes to work immediately on emergency mental model mode while she's unconscious and turns everything inorganic in a 300 meter radius into a great big cocoon ball of silver sand.

Yes? No? Like I said, just don't want to bum in on ensou, I like this story too much.
There is an ideas thread for purposes such as these.
 
New SV setup, new C&C! Yeah, that's the ticket! I was just biding my time, not drunkenly sobbing in the corner over massive stress or anything! Yeah, that's believable. They'll all buy that. They're so gullibl-WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'IT'S STILL ON'?! THIS PREAMBLE IS OVER.

'u did this didnt you?'
We're all mentally adding "...to me" to that, right? It's supposed to be 'u did this TO ME didn't you?'

...guys? G-guys? That's... that's what we're all thinking, right? ...r-right?

stop looking at me like that

Unfortunately, when text messages go directly to your head, rolling over doesn't exactly help with ignoring them.
Look, there's only one person to blame for THAT and it's... uh... obviously not you! Probably... um... Blackwell? Yeah, fuck it let's blame her, she's an authority figure, they're the source of all evil in Worm.

as much as I hated it, my dad wouldn't just let me blow it off. No matter how easy it got.
cheerful whistle
cheerful bottle of scotch and a glass set out
cheerful opening of the bottle and starting to pou-
'u said u were goin 2 do smthing last nite'
-r directly into my god damn mouth

I didn't want to lie.
:Citation Needed:

well, Dad deserved to know at least the basics,
"Now that I screwed up and couldn't hide the truth any more."

With Leah it was probably all going to come out sooner rather than later with her power, but I wasn't eager to make that go any faster than it had to and I didn't exactly have any control over it.
cough
I'll take "Sentences that sound like they're entirely euphemisms for $500, Alex!"

But Victoria…

Victoria didn't need to know. Not right now. Not… not when I still didn't know her enough to trust her with something like that.

Even if we were becoming friends.
I can understand why you'd be hesitant about coming out to Victoria. You're worried it might change her opinion about you or make her act weird around you if you told her the truth. ...about your powers. Just your powers.

...powers. Nothing else. ...certainly nothing related the girl you're now living with.

Friendships were built on trust, but this was just too big for right now.
checks Taylor's dictionary
trust
/trəst/

noun
noun: trust
  1. 1.
    When you have enough blackmail on someone that they can't betray you without being destroyed themselves.
    "relations have to be built on trust"

Maybe later, if things went well and when it wouldn't jeopardize things as much.
For the record, this is the exact same "maybe later" that your parents would tell you whenever you asked if you could get a pony.


I reabsorbed my 'clothes' and then stepped under the water.
Taylor. I'm going to give you an important tip here: NEVER, EVER tell Victoria your clothes are technically just more of you or she's going to make nudist and/or exhibitionist jokes until the end of days.

…Even if I was busy doing exactly what you're thinking.
What? I was figuring it'd be whOH GOD THE MODS HAVE A MACE

'Uber and Leet could have done something like this, right?' I sent back.
Sure, in theory. And, in theory, a lost civilization could be living in my buttcrack. ANYTHING is possible in THEORY.

Instead Leah just gave me a withering glare.

…What the heck had I done to her?
Maybe it's what you didn't dOH GOD THE MACE IS BACK AND NOW MENACES WITH SPIKES

Breakfast was awkwardly quiet, Dad's eyes darting between Leah and I a couple times, though he never breached the silence that surrounded us.
Danny, currently trying to decide if he should be giving relationship advice to his daughter or...?

With a sigh, I led her into my room so we weren't just standing in the hall, closing the door behind us. This seemed like it was going to be a conversation.
Look, there's a lot of jokes I want to make here, but most of them revolve around the phrase "body language" and I can SEE the mods sharpening the spikes on that mace, so... TIME TO DRINK INSTEAD.

"Ohhhh. Can I see?" she asked.

"…The ship?"
"The ship that is actually me? The real body that I keep hidden from everyone because I feel like I can only share it with people I really trust? That ship?"
"...yes?"
"Sorry, no can do. Some skeleton-faced fella's covered it with empty scotch bottles while screaming about how it's not fair, it's just not fair."

I didn't really mind, and I did kind of want to show it off. I had a lot of pride in my ship-self.
And Taylor turns out to be a bit of an exhib-burbles into scotch glass

I ate in the lunchroom, even if it was by myself, but I did it, and did it with my back straight and head high.
I didn't know this was a Trailblazin' crossover! :D

Compared to the past week, school seemed ridiculous.

I'd fought Lung, Squealer, a dragon the size of a 747, and saved multiple people during a major crisis alongside a well-known hero group. I had a shipyard and over a hundred eighty thousand tons of nanomaterial, as well as a my first hull. I had twenty four fusion reactors and eighteen particle colliders for dark-matter synthesis, with enough power to supply the entire eastern half of the continental US without breaking a sweat.
...yeah, okay. When you put it THAT way, you have been a teensy bit busy the last week. Imagine what next week will hold! (Got my fingers crossed for romcom shenanigans!)

I was Relentless, what could I possibly have to worry about from high school?
Who you're gonna invite to prom? Which one of you is gonna wear the tux? Why your dad keeps starting conversations with "You're being safe, right?" and then devolving into incoherent mumbles as he eyeballs Leah? Why Leah keeps laughing to herself every time he does it?

"Hey," she said with a smile. "Can we go see it now?" The smile expanded into a grin. "I've kinda been waiting. …Unless you have something to do?"
choke
AND WE'RE BACK TO THE SCOTCH AGAIN.

I turned to see Leah eyeing the jacket.
It's just that it's a very... distinctive look that certainly doesn't imply anything at all, Taylor. Why not throw some Birkenstock boots on, too? Maybe a flannel shit?

"Can I get one?" she asked as we entered the garage, the motion-activated light clicking on.

"There's not really any point, but if you want, sure," I said,
Yeah, what's the point? Are you hoping to break the asphalt a little LESS if you hit it or what?

Unfortunately, helmets are required for under twenties, so…
"But it's okay, because we're not gonna be going under twenty!"

"Your frame right now is mostly plain steel from the ships that were in the graveyard. The next one is going to be closer to mine."
CHOKE
DON'T YOU TAUNT ME LIKE THIS, ENSOU, YOU MONSTER!

"Diamond and carbon nanotubes and a material casing that's stronger than it should be by existing in more than three dimensions.
So... to be clear... you're gonna give her a big damn diamond and some other junk attached so she can be "closer to you." Got it.

A helmet of my own formed around my head, and I walked over to the garage door button to open it.
...instead of just triggering it remotely? Good lord, Taylor. You were doing so well, too.

Steering something like this isn't exactly hard for me," I said, adjusting myself and then sinking in.
Hmm. Hmmm. My, that's certainly a large stack of jokes I won't be making. And, oh! the stack is right next to a bottle of scotch I WILL be drinking! What a coincidence!

"So…?"

"Will you show me?" she asked, looking at the dry dock where my ship-self was submerged.

I blinked. "Sure?"
I want you all to know that this entire "I want to see you it." thing is making it very difficult for my replacement livers to keep up.

It was beautiful.

I was beautiful.
I mean... at least she's starting to get a healthy self-image? More or less? ...kinda?

The only thing that would have given it away as something other than a normal, unremarkable Balao-class submarine was the coloring above the resting waterline: a light grey steel tone contrasting the dark matte-grey color below it.
And the neon lines. And the girl on the deck singing something about a carnival. ...and the missiles.

Other than that, TOTALLY NORMAL.

I looked over at Leah, and saw her staring at my hull, eyes wide. She was completely silent, unmoving, and didn't even react until I snapped my fingers in front of her to get her attention. "Are you coming?"
CHOKE
SCOTCH! I NEED SCOTCH! FUCK THE GLASSES, INJECT IT INTO MY BRAIN!

"I just can't…"

I looked back at her as I opened the port fairwater door. "What?"

"This is part of you, isn't it? This is you. Just like that stuff on the wall yesterday."

I stared at her. "…Yeah. All of my nanomaterial is, really."
Taylor, seen here COMPLETELY NOT GETTING IT.

I already knew what it looked like. I was it, after all, but like Leah had said, seeing it was an experience.
Yeah, is this Scotland? I'm gonna need you to ship me some... look, just find Tim and tell him I need double my usual order shipped NOW. Yes. All of it. Twice. NOW.

Everything was sleek metal and white surfaces,
(But if you gripped it the wrong way, you lost reception.)

I was the most advanced vessel in the world, and it showed.
Seen here: Taylor preening. Just a bit. Teensy tiny bit. Barely noticeable, really.

She trailed towards the XO station on my right,
"Dibs! I call dibs! Dibs dibs dibbity dibs!"

the overall statistics and current state of myself appearing in front of her as I let it access that information.
something something "trust" something something "revealing yourself" something something "drinking heavily" something something

I wasn't even a destroyer or anything, so my weapons weren't particularly impressive, but they still weren't anything to scoff at. My photon cannons could melt through and destroy steel in microseconds.
"Microseconds. Not picoseconds or even nanoseconds. God, they're just pathetic."

After about fifteen minutes she stopped looking around my systems, her curiosity apparently satisfied,
There are a million jokes I want to make about "satisfied curiosity" and Leah's current location, but I'm not going to. Because the mods still have that mace I HAVE "STANDARDS."

"I'm in," she said.

What?

"In what?"
YOU ARE TESTING ME, ENSOU. But I won't fall for such an obvious ploy to make me make the obvious joke! I won't, because I still have... sha-... sham-... dammit it was just on the tip of my tongue... no, don't help me.... shammmmisen? I have a shamisen? Yeah, I think that's what it was!

I have a shamisen and THAT'S why I won't make the joke about what Leah's currently in!

...wait FUCK

"So I want to help you. Now could you please say something I feel like I've been talking to a brick wall."
"BRICK?!" Taylor exclaimed, grossly offended that Leah would compare her to something THAT easy to break.

Leah deflated. "Oh. Well. That makes things easier. …I still have five points left in my argument if you want to hear them?"
Hahahahahaaaa... I always love the instant agreement that ruins the other person's preparations for an argument thing. Argumentus Interruptus, as it were.

I shook my head, smiling. "So how do we do this?"
I HAVE SUGGESTIONS... THAT I WILL HOLD OFF ON FOR SOME YEARS!

"And well. If you're trying to keep people from figuring out you're a Tinker, what better way than to give them one where they expect it?"
So... basically... you want to pretend to be something you're not so no one figures out Taylor's secret. You want to be her... beard cover story?

Plus if Leah actually learned how the things I made worked, it would mean she could potentially maintain her own equipment.
Oooh, that's a good euphemism. I'm gonna make a note of that.

especially the new armor I was making based on Greg's designs.
Hahahaha, I still love that she managed to pull that off.

I was still working on Leah's second frame, the differences in the fact that she still had an actual brain and the requirements that necessitated making enough changes that it wasn't simply "buy lots of charcoal and sheet metal, construct copy of my body".
(This wasn't helped at ALL by Leah's constant suggestions to, among other things, "just kinda... take it in a bit here and out a bit there, you know?" She spent NINETY MINUTES explaining EXACTLY how her toes should look, for cryin' out loud!)

Meanwhile, I was going to leave Leah with enough study materials about what was happening both with her body
"'Your Bullshit Nanotech Puberty And You.', 'Your Body, Your Oil Change.', 'Are You There, Mr. Tyrell? It's Me, Pris.', 'Fuel Filter Change Manual for the 1972 Chevy Vega'?! What the FUCK?!"
"I needed something to replace your kidneys!"

this was all a science and anybody devoted enough could learn how it worked
Assuming they weren't lazy slackers who weren't too busy "not dying from kaiiju attacks" or "trying not to have your face stapled to your dog and then eaten by the Slaughterhouse Nine." Pffft, no time management skills is the problem.

And then I realized I didn't have an account for my cape identity.

I could have just edited the servers and added it myself, along with all the relevant tags, but doing that felt… wrong?
Unlike stealing umpteen million tons of steel from the Graveyard. THAT was totally cool. Obviously.

I could theoretically fix all our problems in a snap.
Thanos: "I'm SOOO into you right now."

Being forced to accept charity from your fifteen-year-old daughter who was going out in costume?
Yeah, money can't buy happiness. But it can sure as SHIT make it easier to get said happiness. It's a LOT easier to become a fulfilled individual when you don't have to worry about where your groceries are gonna come from next week, Taylor.

...also, money can buy a jet ski. Which is, basically, happiness.

it probably would in the long run anyways, all without Dad losing his drive and sense of purpose.
Taylor. Taylor, Taylor, Taylor. Those are just... brain thingies. You can fix THEM with just a wire and some electricity in the right place! Now, go down to the basement, get a drill, and let's improve your dad's mental state with SCIENCE!

That feeling was gone when Leah woke me at three in the morning, her face grim as she stood in the door.

"Taylor, we have a problem."
"I've been eating food and it turns out YOU GAVE ME A DIGESTIVE SYSTEM I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE!"

As people have noted, ship is finally happening.
SHIP HAS ALWAYS BEEN HAPPENING.

In all senses of the word.
No, just the most important, Chart-related ones! :D
 

Yanno, what with you being a LIch and all, I've been wondering where the scotch goes? I mean, it all just sorta goes kinda eldrich in your chest cavity and I haven't been able to figure out exactly what the replacement liver is standing in for, yanno? I mean, it's not as if someone of your ....expertise... actually -needs- one. I guess it's just for show? Or maybe scotch-reclamation?

ponders in a vaguely left-ish direction and falls over. Excuse me, I think I may have gotten a bit too much of your second-hand scotch.
 
Yanno, what with you being a LIch and all, I've been wondering where the scotch goes? I mean, it all just sorta goes kinda eldrich in your chest cavity and I haven't been able to figure out exactly what the replacement liver is standing in for, yanno? I mean, it's not as if someone of your ....expertise... actually -needs- one. I guess it's just for show? Or maybe scotch-reclamation?

ponders in a vaguely left-ish direction and falls over. Excuse me, I think I may have gotten a bit too much of your second-hand scotch.
I think the "replacement liver" might just be a funnel and bucket.
 
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(Got my fingers crossed for romcom shenanigans!)
Same.

Yeah, money can't buy happiness. But it can sure as SHIT make it easier to get said happiness. It's a LOT easier to become a fulfilled individual when you don't have to worry about where your groceries are gonna come from next week, Taylor.

...also, money can buy a jet ski. Which is, basically, happiness.
Money can also buy scotch. Not needing to fear the mods' spiky mace because you're too busy drinking is also a form of happiness.
 
Ok, why am I getting Email notifications every time one of yall posts when I specifially set it to "OP only" twice since the update?
New site setup?

Has something changed on that side of things, cause unless you've inadvertently changed the settings it's the only thing that I can think of that might cause issues like that.

Probably best to double check your watch settings for the thread.
 
Erm... The last chapter was on page 266. It wasn´t even an omake or a sidestory, it´s a full main story chapter. Where the hell are you looking?
They likely clicked on the threadmark button and then looked at the last one listed, which ends up being on page 151, since the threadmarks on that button are listed in reverse order.
 
They likely clicked on the threadmark button and then looked at the last one listed, which ends up being on page 151, since the threadmarks on that button are listed in reverse order.

Distressingly true.

E: And the worst thing is, I read it, liked it, then promptly buried any memory of having done so under a mountain of other fics I'm following.
 
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this story is Amazing

(and before any moderators methaporicly or however it's spelled fuck my ass with warnings this author does update slow so this is probably not dead yet ok?)
 
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