Argidoll
And hast thou slain the Jabberwocky?
- Location
- Dreamland
Cruelty is the idolization of strength for the sake of being strong.
Cruelty is the idolization of strength for the sake of being strong.
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.
There is an ideas thread for purposes such as these.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.
We're all mentally adding "...to me" to that, right? It's supposed to be 'u did this TO ME didn't you?'
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.Unfortunately, when text messages go directly to your head, rolling over doesn't exactly help with ignoring them.
cheerful whistleas much as I hated it, my dad wouldn't just let me blow it off. No matter how easy it got.
-r directly into my god damn mouth
"Now that I screwed up and couldn't hide the truth any more."
coughWith 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.
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.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.
checks Taylor's dictionaryFriendships were built on trust, but this was just too big for right now.
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.Maybe later, if things went well and when it wouldn't jeopardize things as much.
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.
What? I was figuring it'd be whOH GOD THE MODS HAVE A MACE
Sure, in theory. And, in theory, a lost civilization could be living in my buttcrack. ANYTHING is possible in THEORY.'Uber and Leet could have done something like this, right?' I sent back.
Maybe it's what you didn't dOH GOD THE MACE IS BACK AND NOW MENACES WITH SPIKESInstead Leah just gave me a withering glare.
…What the heck had I done to her?
Danny, currently trying to decide if he should be giving relationship advice to his daughter or...?Breakfast was awkwardly quiet, Dad's eyes darting between Leah and I a couple times, though he never breached the silence that surrounded us.
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.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.
"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?"
And Taylor turns out to be a bit of an exhib-burbles into scotch glassI didn't really mind, and I did kind of want to show it off. I had a lot of pride in my ship-self.
I didn't know this was a Trailblazin' crossover!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.
...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!)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.
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?I was Relentless, what could I possibly have to worry about from high school?
choke"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?"
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?
Yeah, what's the point? Are you hoping to break the asphalt a little LESS if you hit it or what?"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,
"But it's okay, because we're not gonna be going under twenty!"
CHOKE"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."
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."Diamond and carbon nanotubes and a material casing that's stronger than it should be by existing in more than three dimensions.
...instead of just triggering it remotely? Good lord, Taylor. You were doing so well, too.A helmet of my own formed around my head, and I walked over to the garage door button to open it.
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!Steering something like this isn't exactly hard for me," I said, adjusting myself and then sinking in.
I want you all to know that this entire "I want to see"So…?"
"Will you show me?" she asked, looking at the dry dock where my ship-self was submerged.
I blinked. "Sure?"
I mean... at least she's starting to get a healthy self-image? More or less? ...kinda?
And the neon lines. And the girl on the deck singing something about a carnival. ...and the missiles.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.
CHOKEI 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?"
Taylor, seen here COMPLETELY NOT GETTING IT."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."
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.I already knew what it looked like. I was it, after all, but like Leah had said, seeing it was an experience.
(But if you gripped it the wrong way, you lost reception.)
Seen here: Taylor preening. Just a bit. Teensy tiny bit. Barely noticeable, really.
"Dibs! I call dibs! Dibs dibs dibbity dibs!"
something something "trust" something something "revealing yourself" something something "drinking heavily" something somethingthe overall statistics and current state of myself appearing in front of her as I let it access that information.
"Microseconds. Not picoseconds or even nanoseconds. God, they're just pathetic."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.
There are a million jokes I want to make about "satisfied curiosity" and Leah's current location, but I'm not going to. BecauseAfter about fifteen minutes she stopped looking around my systems, her curiosity apparently satisfied,
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!
"BRICK?!" Taylor exclaimed, grossly offended that Leah would compare her to something THAT easy to break."So I want to help you. Now could you please say something I feel like I've been talking to a brick wall."
Hahahahahaaaa... I always love the instant agreement that ruins the other person's preparations for an argument thing. Argumentus Interruptus, as it were.Leah deflated. "Oh. Well. That makes things easier. …I still have five points left in my argument if you want to hear them?"
I HAVE SUGGESTIONS... THAT I WILL HOLD OFF ON FOR SOME YEARS!
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..."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?"
Oooh, that's a good euphemism. I'm gonna make a note of that.Plus if Leah actually learned how the things I made worked, it would mean she could potentially maintain her own equipment.
Hahahaha, I still love that she managed to pull that off.especially the new armor I was making based on Greg's designs.
(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!)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".
"'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?!"Meanwhile, I was going to leave Leah with enough study materials about what was happening both with her body
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.this was all a science and anybody devoted enough could learn how it worked
Unlike stealing umpteen million tons of steel from the Graveyard. THAT was totally cool. Obviously.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?
Thanos: "I'm SOOO into you right now."
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.Being forced to accept charity from your fifteen-year-old daughter who was going out in costume?
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!it probably would in the long run anyways, all without Dad losing his drive and sense of purpose.
"I've been eating food and it turns out YOU GAVE ME A DIGESTIVE SYSTEM I DON'T KNOW HOW TO USE!"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."
SHIP HAS ALWAYS BEEN HAPPENING.
No, just the most important, Chart-related ones! :D
I think the "replacement liver" might just be a funnel and bucket.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.
You mean it doesn't just run straight back into the bottle ad infinitum until it all evaporates?I think the "replacement liver" might just be a funnel and bucket.
Fine, a funnel, a bucket, a hose, and a pump.You know, I've never actually gotten drunk myself... but every time I read one of your posts I think I receive insights into exactly what such a state of mind is like...
You mean it doesn't just run straight back into the bottle ad infinitum until it all evaporates?
Same.
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.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.
Same thing happening to me here.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?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?
As I said, I've unsubbed and gone to op only twice since the update happened.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.
As I said, I've unsubbed and gone to op only twice since the update happened.
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?Excuse me why and how have you managed to bloat this thread to 130 pages past the last chapter posted? rubs eyes
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.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.
Necromancy isn't against the rules of SV last I checked. So you should be fine.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?)
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?)