an; I looked, and could no find any Twilight/Worm crossovers. Needless to say I don't own either...
Twisted Masquerade (worm/twilight)
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A lazy morning.
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an; I looked, and could no find any Twilight/Worm crossovers. Needless to say I don't own either setting, and as this story might show, that might be a good thing.
A deep rumble rattled her awake, the glass vibrating at the higher pitch than the deep bassy rumble that was penetrating the single glazed pane.
She rolled to put her back towards the window in a childish attempt to escape back into the land of nod, but alas, the combination of low deep tones from the truck outside, and the higher, off beat rattle of her window conspired to prevent such a simple escape.
She swung her arm out, catching the fabric pulling double duty as insulation from the elements, as well as the oft broken streetlight just outside her window.
Light spilled from the gap she had opened in her fortress of darkness and warmth, a chill spread rapidly from the tiny opening in her defences.
.... She sighed, what was the point, Mom, Emma... She had no one to share her meandering thoughts with anymore, and she be damned before she allowed any of those bitches at school to steal her beloved early morning muses.
Danny's heavy footsteps tumbled down the stairs, uncoordinated and loud, light a herd of elephants that had tripped over their own trunks.
Taylor pulled herself upright, one arm clutching her blankets to her chest, the other gripping the icy cold windowsill for leverage.
The rumbling that had been steadily growing louder suddenly cut off, her shaking window winding down from it's frantic tone to a more sedate, wind influenced bumping.
She blinked, releasing her blankets to rub her eyes in honest disbelief.
Who the heck moves over Christmas?
Pain roused her from her slumber, a dull ache in her neck and shoulders, almost unnoticed past the sharp throbbing of her forehead.
She turned to look at her Dad, a slight grin on his face poorly hidden at her sour expression.
'Have a nice nap Bells'
'Are we there yet' She grumbled, rubbing sleep from her eyes, yuck. She felt guilty for leaving the final leg of the drive to Charlie, but she was too young to drive the rental van.
She'd still offered, and Charlie had overlooked her stealing the drivers seat after they got gas... Sometimes.. But he'd become more, more straight laced the closer they got to the city.
She suppressed a wistful sigh, she already missed her truck, her very first car, she hadn't even had it a full year. Sure it was slow, and the red 'paint' might have been more rust than lacquer. But it had been hers, a surprise gift from Charlie to go with her surprise moving in with him.
Now it was someone else's truck, no, if she was being realistic it was probably a set of spare parts at best, scrap metal at worst. Jake had promised to sell it on and send her whatever he could make off it.
Rosalie would have... Her chest felt like a heavy weight had been put upon it, grief battled anger and once again anger won out. They had left her, cast her aside, all their talk about turning her into a cape forgotten. She'd felt so foolish after they had gone, she'd actually looked up how cape got their powers.
Biting, blood, saliva, 'Venom', none of it was how Parahumans really got their powers, no, from what few bits of information she found never really spelled it out. But she half remembered a quote, buried in a article from the 90's..
'...It's like your family all died, and you just got told you have mega cancer and you've lost your job and then bam, suddenly you can fly, but you've still got cancer...'
'So, what do you think?'
Charlie probed gently, looking past her to the house they had parked in front of, a bright red SOLD sign sat overtop a sunbleached FOR SALE board.
'Bit cliche, but it does get the message across' She kept her tone as level as she could, mimicking some forgettable movie reviewer, or maybe a slightly stuffy teacher.
She held her laughter in only long enough to finish her sentence, her laughter setting her Dad off, it wasn't that funny, but it felt good to laugh.
Chuckling slightly they looked at their new home.
'Come on Bells, this lot isn't going to unload itself.'
'Tis this most magical time of the year, apparently, anything could happen, you never know.'
'Better to never know than never unpack'
It was slightly stilted, but father and daughter set about unpacking, laughing and joking as if the last seven months were far more distant.
Moving to Brockton Bay was looking good for the Swans. A new start, a new school, a no more crazy 'Vampire' capes anywhere in sight.
Twisted Masquerade
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A deep rumble rattled her awake, the glass vibrating at the higher pitch than the deep bassy rumble that was penetrating the single glazed pane.
She rolled to put her back towards the window in a childish attempt to escape back into the land of nod, but alas, the combination of low deep tones from the truck outside, and the higher, off beat rattle of her window conspired to prevent such a simple escape.
She swung her arm out, catching the fabric pulling double duty as insulation from the elements, as well as the oft broken streetlight just outside her window.
Light spilled from the gap she had opened in her fortress of darkness and warmth, a chill spread rapidly from the tiny opening in her defences.
.... She sighed, what was the point, Mom, Emma... She had no one to share her meandering thoughts with anymore, and she be damned before she allowed any of those bitches at school to steal her beloved early morning muses.
Danny's heavy footsteps tumbled down the stairs, uncoordinated and loud, light a herd of elephants that had tripped over their own trunks.
Taylor pulled herself upright, one arm clutching her blankets to her chest, the other gripping the icy cold windowsill for leverage.
The rumbling that had been steadily growing louder suddenly cut off, her shaking window winding down from it's frantic tone to a more sedate, wind influenced bumping.
She blinked, releasing her blankets to rub her eyes in honest disbelief.
Who the heck moves over Christmas?
~~~~
Pain roused her from her slumber, a dull ache in her neck and shoulders, almost unnoticed past the sharp throbbing of her forehead.
She turned to look at her Dad, a slight grin on his face poorly hidden at her sour expression.
'Have a nice nap Bells'
'Are we there yet' She grumbled, rubbing sleep from her eyes, yuck. She felt guilty for leaving the final leg of the drive to Charlie, but she was too young to drive the rental van.
She'd still offered, and Charlie had overlooked her stealing the drivers seat after they got gas... Sometimes.. But he'd become more, more straight laced the closer they got to the city.
She suppressed a wistful sigh, she already missed her truck, her very first car, she hadn't even had it a full year. Sure it was slow, and the red 'paint' might have been more rust than lacquer. But it had been hers, a surprise gift from Charlie to go with her surprise moving in with him.
Now it was someone else's truck, no, if she was being realistic it was probably a set of spare parts at best, scrap metal at worst. Jake had promised to sell it on and send her whatever he could make off it.
Rosalie would have... Her chest felt like a heavy weight had been put upon it, grief battled anger and once again anger won out. They had left her, cast her aside, all their talk about turning her into a cape forgotten. She'd felt so foolish after they had gone, she'd actually looked up how cape got their powers.
Biting, blood, saliva, 'Venom', none of it was how Parahumans really got their powers, no, from what few bits of information she found never really spelled it out. But she half remembered a quote, buried in a article from the 90's..
'...It's like your family all died, and you just got told you have mega cancer and you've lost your job and then bam, suddenly you can fly, but you've still got cancer...'
'So, what do you think?'
Charlie probed gently, looking past her to the house they had parked in front of, a bright red SOLD sign sat overtop a sunbleached FOR SALE board.
'Bit cliche, but it does get the message across' She kept her tone as level as she could, mimicking some forgettable movie reviewer, or maybe a slightly stuffy teacher.
She held her laughter in only long enough to finish her sentence, her laughter setting her Dad off, it wasn't that funny, but it felt good to laugh.
Chuckling slightly they looked at their new home.
'Come on Bells, this lot isn't going to unload itself.'
'Tis this most magical time of the year, apparently, anything could happen, you never know.'
'Better to never know than never unpack'
It was slightly stilted, but father and daughter set about unpacking, laughing and joking as if the last seven months were far more distant.
Moving to Brockton Bay was looking good for the Swans. A new start, a new school, a no more crazy 'Vampire' capes anywhere in sight.
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Stevedore
Hoyden
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Twisted Masquerade
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The house was filled with laughter, laughter and suffering most dire. Four bodies squeazed onto a couch designed for two and a half, three faces peered over the object of terror for the forth.~~~~
'Daaaad, noooooooo!'
Taylor battled valiantly, but it was all for nought as the vile monster pretending to be her father turned the page once more. Her face burned as he began spinning a wild tale based on the book before him.
From it's pages a smaller Taylor was grinning outwards to the viewer, colourful sticking plasters dotted her face, and her grin was more gap than tooth. One of the tiny Taylor's arms was covered from palm to elbow in a thick white cast, dozens of messy signatures covered the supportive material.
'..and then she said...'
"Don't worry Mom, I'll do better next time"
She groaned long with the obviously misremembered quote from her younger self.
Mr Swan, Charlie, was chuckling along to the obviously tall tale. Bella, his daughter was grinning as she glanced between the book of lies and Taylor's glowing red face.
Strangely, it felt good, almost like having Emma back, or... She glanced towards the kitchen, a dull ache in her chest. It felt so much like christmas, before... From before, friends gathering round, sharing embarrasing stories about each other, Dad pulling out old photos, Mom in and out of the kitchen.
'Defying preconceptions about feminists'
Charlie was knee deep into a tale of Bella's childhood, no doubt it would be as horibly distorted as Danny had made her own misadventures in flight had been.
'.. and Jacobs cousin shrieked, "I don't wanna be a lesbanim!" and...'
The trio had finally backed off, or simply gotten bored, and her grades were steadily improving, and she had the whole winter break away from Winslow.
But it still had been off, the house too quiet, too empty... She might complain bitterly about being woken at such an aweful hour, at manual labour being foisted upon her.
But a bigger part of her swelled with joy as her Dad called her an honoury Dockworker after she stubbed her toe. Trading nonsensical 'Insults' with her Dad, as they helped the Swans unload the rental van.
Who knew that heavy lifting would cheer her up so much.
~~~~~~
Her breath steamed slightly in the frosty air as she huffed a box marked MISC out of the back of the moving truck, a dozen more similarly marked boxes sat waiting to be unloaded.
She blinked, peering overtop the box she was struggling to lift. No, she hadn't been seeing thins, every box she could see had the same MISC written on the side, some augmented it with STUFF, and THINGS, but they where equally descriptive on their contents.
'Ch... Dad! I think we've got a problem..'
She rested the box on the lip of the truck and waved a hand over the non-descriptive label. Swinging her arm to encompass the rest of the van's cargo area.
The world span slightly as she shifted her footing, the grippy road surface giving way to frictionless ice. A single thought spilled through her mind.
This is how I die?
'Not today kiddo'
Strong warm hands hoisted her up by her armpits, a steadying handon her shoulder remained only until she'd caught her footing properly.
Charlie had a small grin plastered on her face, nearly hidden by his mustache. She shot him an unamused glare, she could have died and all he does is grin. The small grin expanded and he started to chuckle lightly.
"Sorry Bells' He looked anything but. 'You might have had a nasty bump, but I'm pretty sure you'd have survived'
She turned to her saviour, away from her father. He towered over her, thick glasses and a head of hair that was in full retreat against some unseen foe. Limbs that looked more like they belonged to a teenager going through a growth spurt than a middle aged man.
If she wanted to describe him in one work it would be Stretched, or maybe Lanky.
'umm, Hi.' She waved a little, feeling more like a little kid than the near adult she was.
Charlie swooped in to the rescue.
'Charlie Swan, and the young lady whos life you heroically saved, my daughter Bella'
Or he was just using it as an excuse to tease her some more about her unintentional comment.
'Daaad'
She protested, a slight twist in her tone that was definatly a more childish whine.
'Danny Hebert, and the blanket bug watching from the door is Taylor.'
Sure enough a face was watching from the doorway of the house next door to Charlie's new home, a tall frame hidden underneath a fluffy looking comforter, glasses slightly askew over wide lips, a messy wave of dark hair escaping the makeshift hood her blanket formed.
They waved at each other, and shared an eyeroll at their chuckling fathers.
'Taylor'
'Isabella, but everyone calls me Bella'
'...'
'Is he always like this'
'N...Ye... He used to be... Before mom died...'
They sat on the steps upto the porch, awkward conversation, a sort of almost hug, it was felt sort of weird at first, and it took fa too long to place why. Taylor was warm, her breath misting in the air, her glasses slightly fogging up at the bottom.
She'd grown so used to cuddling upto what might as well have been statues, icy cold and unyeilding as stone. Her own breath being the only one to mist the air with fog. She shuddered slightly.
'Bella' 'Taylor'
And the somewhat somber moment ended as they both chivied into lifting and carrying boxes, Taylor in flannel pyjamas paired with dusty looking steel toed boots.
The mood had lightened as they bemoaned disorginised fathers, loudly, and in turn suffered... uggg, Dad jokes.
But, it was nice. She hadn't even unpacked and it felt like she had a friend already. Who knew heavy lifting would cheer her up so much.
Entangled
Hoyden
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Twisted Masquerade
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'Are they... Flirting..?'~~~~
'I.. I think so..?'
'I always thought it would feel weird but it's just..'
'..sort of cute'
'..Yeah'
~~~~
The sun had long finished it's journey across the sky, Charlie and Danny had both hit it off right away. Everyone was happy and getting along, so of course the universe had to step in to ruin everyone's good mood.
'Damn, it must had been leaking the whole way.'
It, being one corner of the moving truck the Swans had rented. It wasn't a big leak, more like a small finger sized hole, but it had gotten into Bella's bedding, her matress, sheets and blankets, all tucked away together for ease of reasembly into a bed, all rather damp and already going moldy.
'..get rid of the matress, but everything else should be ok after a run through the laundry..'
Danny and Charlie were well into their cups, and practically no where would be open to get a replacement at this hour. The solution was simple.
Movie night, a miniature welcome to the neighbourhood party. Maybe a housewarming, but they agreed it didn't really count, on account of it swiftly moving to the Hebert residence as most of the Swan household was still mostly packed away in MISC boxes, and the occasional MICS box.
Though a token attempt to cook at the Swan house turned into a very strange, and cold Barbarque, well the weather was cold, the food was pretty good, even if they didn't have buns for the burgers, or rolls for the hot dogs that had been lurking in the Hebert freazer.
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"They mostly come out at night... Mostly.."
Christmas broadcasting got a little weird late at night, though it was closer to sunrise than sunset. Taylor had built a nest of blankets and pillows at the foot of the couch, her eyes glued to the action horror romp on screen before her. She'd not had a chance to really watch anything like it before, and was enjoying the subtle aknowlegement that she was adult enough not to be sent to bed.
Bella on the other hand was flinching and squeaking at the action on screen, a steady stream of 'no, no no no no, not that way....' leaking from her lips as the characters made classic horror movie mistakes.
She had somehow gone from the single blanket she'd been offered, to practically sitting in Taylor's lap, she'd even somehow aquired one of her arms and was almost hiding behind the younger girl as the Marines numbers rapidly dropped.
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A soft metalic scraping drew her like an anchor from the depths, a heavy weight wrapped around her arm, the heavily rusted steel shutters playing pretend at being eyelids creaked open after monumental effort.
Ugggh, mouth hair, a gentle tug loosend the dark and slightly damp mass from where it was caught in her teeth. Bleh. She tucked the errant strand behind her ear and glanced to the snickering from the doorway.
Danny stood in the doorway, half hanging off a mustachoed man, or rather they were proping each other up as they failed to hold in an overabundence of mirth.
Ahh, Charlie, and so that makes the limpet upon her hull Bella, She sounded her fog horn to alert nearby ships to her presence. Her jaw stretching wide as she continued the transition from mighty steal hulled vessel to simple flesh, blood and bone.
She blamed reading too much for her overactive imagination, and thus her sometmes very odd dreams.
''G'mornin' She mumbled, wondering what hd set both of the supposidly responsible adults off. The limpet at her side finally roused as the parental gigglemonster continued it's rampage through the peaceful land of nod.
A slight tugging at her hair finally gave her the clue she needed to unlock the mysterious laughing adults. She glanced down at Bella, who had just finished spitting some of Taylor's hair out of her mouth... And tucking it behind her ear... Dread rose up in her chest, as she lifted a hand to her own skull, and traced a lock of hair looping up from the shorter, yet older girl that was still half cuddling her arm.
Bella, somewhat quicker on the uptake glanced up at Taylor, and then back to the now collapsed gigglemonster, now more gigglepuddle.
'Daaaad' They echo'ed at the now outright laughing "grown ups"
~~~~
She dreamed of Edward, his cold hard skin slipping from her fingers has he pried her off him. The meadow, so lovely in full daylight, looked more like a scene from a horror movie. No where to run, surrounded by a treeline that could be hiding anything and anyone.
Her arms wrapped around one of his as she clung to her only way safely home, her feet as bare in the dream as they had been in reality. It was foolish, she could never hope to keep a hold of him.
He cut her heart to ribbons with his words again, calling her a puppy, a toy to be discarded when they were done with it.
But she held on, held on even as he ran, and ran and ran. Held on as he turned into a rubber ducky, held on as a salesman offered her a plate of cheese. As a used car salesman offered her a worm that twisted in seven dimensional space and a pink elephant marched past, giggling.
A ladybird landed on the duck-edward's head and whispered. 'G'mornin' before everything faded away. But she kept holding onto Edwards arm, even if he was a rubber ducky.
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The giggling elephant was still giggling, as she pulled herself awake, bleh, had she been chewing on her hair again. She absently tucked the damp strand behind her ear, she'd need a shower anyway.
The giggling was growing louder, and she drew her sleep addled gaze to Charlie and... Danny? Ahh the sleepover movie night thing... Something twigged at her mind, as she looked at the warm body she was cuddled up next to. A long lock of hair looping up from her head, and behind Taylor's ear, and a look of dawning horror from the younger girl was all she needed to confirm her suspision.
'Daaaad' She groaned at her father, who was taking far too much joy in her suffering.
Older-than-Time
[Eating My Muse]
- Location
- Somewhere in the Sol System
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- He/Him/ThatIdiot
Morbid curiousity brought me here.
Th basket of kittens kept me here.
I can't help but want to see where this goes.
Th basket of kittens kept me here.
I can't help but want to see where this goes.
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I keep thinking the sing quotes are thinking instead of dialogue, makes it a bit weird to read tbh. But other than that it's a good piece of writing so far.
I really liked your previous story, so I was confident this would be good. And then it was.
You have actually good writing. Like, on a sentence to sentence level it's just enjoyable to read. That is so rare in fanfics. Even most of the good ones are just bland.
That said, here are some complaints:
1) You switched the normal standard of double quotes " for talking and single quotes ' for thoughts around. That pulls me out every time, since I then have to carefully remember what they are supposed to be here. Please consider doing it the other way? Also, in one case you started on " and ended on '.
2) The scene order and perspectives were kinda confusing. It takes a bit to figure out who's talking, and when it's taking place. Like, the Stevedore: The first scene has them all together in the house, but the second is when Danny first comes out to help. That's super confusing. It makes the reader pull out of the story and wonder 'WTF is going on?'. In Taylison, that kind of confusion about perspective worked wonderfully, since the story was about confusion of perspective, but this one isn't and so it's just irritating.
You have actually good writing. Like, on a sentence to sentence level it's just enjoyable to read. That is so rare in fanfics. Even most of the good ones are just bland.
That said, here are some complaints:
1) You switched the normal standard of double quotes " for talking and single quotes ' for thoughts around. That pulls me out every time, since I then have to carefully remember what they are supposed to be here. Please consider doing it the other way? Also, in one case you started on " and ended on '.
2) The scene order and perspectives were kinda confusing. It takes a bit to figure out who's talking, and when it's taking place. Like, the Stevedore: The first scene has them all together in the house, but the second is when Danny first comes out to help. That's super confusing. It makes the reader pull out of the story and wonder 'WTF is going on?'. In Taylison, that kind of confusion about perspective worked wonderfully, since the story was about confusion of perspective, but this one isn't and so it's just irritating.
- Location
- All around you
I don't know what I was expecting but it certainly wasn't sleepover cuddles. Not that I'm complaining.
Is this a fusion where Twilight verse was walking along quite fine on it's own when sudden Space Whale interrupt in the 80s happened to send it down this new path? With the events of the first book generally the same except the Cullans calling themselves parahumans as a cover if their abilities ever get found. The Volturi probably freaked their shit when parahumans started showing up, let alone the Endbringers.
Or are 'Vampires' actually capes that think they're Vampires?
This though, has me very interested.
Is this a fusion where Twilight verse was walking along quite fine on it's own when sudden Space Whale interrupt in the 80s happened to send it down this new path? With the events of the first book generally the same except the Cullans calling themselves parahumans as a cover if their abilities ever get found. The Volturi probably freaked their shit when parahumans started showing up, let alone the Endbringers.
Or are 'Vampires' actually capes that think they're Vampires?
Iarna
*indistinct crashing sounds*
- Location
- *points vaguely at the west coast of the US*
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Aaah, I've been wanting a Twilight/Worm fusion for so long, (and slowly, writing little snips of one)… and yet it hadn't occurred to me to actually cross the characters! This is good. So good! In retrospect, they're an interesting parallel and contrast in familial relationships. Also Charlie/Danny OTP!
Iarna
*indistinct crashing sounds*
- Location
- *points vaguely at the west coast of the US*
- Pronouns
- She/Her
I kind of like that this story is giving a pass to all the fusion-related world-building details, at least, thus far… But they are fascinating. I uh, may have thought bit too much about this, to be honest.
Personally, I would expect Aro in particular to be intrigued by capes, but not particularly upset. Probably kidnapping them to experiment on and see how their powers mix with Vampire supernatural abilities. The question of vampire capes is particularly important as either it's impossible (and folks with a corono pollentia would likely die when being turned), or all new vampires who are potential capes would likely get them while being turned (due to the unbelievable trauma of the process). Either way, I would expect the Voluturi guard to have capes in it by the time Worm takes place, even if some had to be human. Their power would be too much to not include. Chelsea eliminates any concerns about loyalty.
The vampires being crystalline is a interesting parallel with the endbringers, even if the vampires are vastly less durable…
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- Neptune
Even in Canon NOT all people experiencing such incredible trauma gain powers. It is quite possible that the entities preselect against people who are being turned.
Iarna
*indistinct crashing sounds*
- Location
- *points vaguely at the west coast of the US*
- Pronouns
- She/Her
Right, most people have no corona pollentia and thus no potential to get powers.
And yes, you can handwave it away by saying "eh, they decided not to" but "a shard decided" is the "a wizard did it" of Worm, and super unsatisfying.
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- Neptune
So give a reason. It's not hard to do. Too animalistic, too uncreative with the powers they already gain from a third-party source, too disengaged from their environment... there are lots of potential reasons the entities could use to preselect against them. And we DO know the entities preselected their targets.
Waffles
Hoyden
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A change is as good as a holiday, so what happens if there is a change over a holiday, does the effects stack, or cancel each other out, or?
Taylor had somehow found her life flipped upside down in less than week, something had changed Danny back into Dad, something that ryhmed with.... damnit...
'Something that ryhms with Swan... Something sort of positive.. I think'
'Taylor, your internal monolog is leaking....'
'oops?'
Somehow Taylor had ended up directing the Swans to a furniture outlet store, stuffed in the moving truck's cab between Bella and Charlie. A bundle of freshly washed hair, stuffed inside a rolled up knitted balaclava, and zipped up tightly in a slightly oversived coat. Both of which her father had mysteriously lost many years ago. No of course she had no idea how they ended up in her wardrobe, why do you ask?
'Taylor..?'
'oh hmm, left here'
'And the no left turn sign?'
'ahhh, ummm.... ignore it?'
Charlie snorted, chuckling at her sterling wit. She basked in the attention, and most asuridly did not blush at all.
Bella, sat between her and the door stared for a moment, overawed by her intelligence, before grinning at her quick and observant..
'...and from here?'
'Oh, three blocks over that way... I think'
'...'
'Or was it this way...'
An oversized coat hung off her shoulders, and had probably seen better days, but it looked warm enough for the chill that hung in the air.
Practically everything about Taylor's outfit was adorkable. Or that could have been just how she viewed Taylor colouring her perception, she'd started out a little quiet, but as soon as she discovered a shared love for reading. Well she felt like she had a better understanding of the term Chatterbox now.
It was kind of nice, not being the focus of a group of va... Crazy capes, of having a conversation that wasn't about deep and dangerous things. It was normal. Well normal'ish, Taylor had a... Weird sense of humor. She'd giggled during Aliens, and Bella still couldn't quite work out why.
Or what it had to do with Jazz Hands.
It felt like in no time at all they had become friends, though it also took no time at all for them to become ever so slightly lost whilst driving around looking for the furniture store.
'Are we there yet'
She snorted back a laugh at the exaggerated tone.
'Nearly Mr Swan, five more minutes'
She wiped tears of mirth from her eyes, struggling to keep her amusement silent, as Taylor and Charlie started mock arguing like kid and parent, with Charlie taking the role of annoying kid.
It had been rushed, and maybe a little extreme, going from one side of the country to the opposite, but... Right at that moment, she regreted nothing.
'Hey'
DC, Taylor was sure she'd know if her new neighbours were secretly evil cultists or something. Unless, that's what they wanted her to think.
She stealthily glanced at Bella, but was caught in her dread gaze almost instantly. She felt her feas abating... no, she had to resist, somehow had to warn the Protectorate, the President, Pete the paperboy.
The battle of wills was an epic struggle, but Bella's evil was too strong, and soon Taylor felt her traitorous lips curl upwards.
'nooooooooo'
Bella's expression twisted into an amused grin, obviously pleased her evil powers of evil had corrupted such pure innocence.
'Pure innocence? Really?'
Charlie chuckled as he offered to buy them Waffles for lunch. The cunning fiend, how had he discovered her weakness so soon.
'YES!.. Please Mr Charlie'
Taylor demurely accepted the subtle bribe, sealing her fate with the promise of waffly rewards.
'Sure dad, sounds good'
'Taylor, do you want to call Danny, and see if he wants anything picking up'
'Ahh, I... don't have a phone....'
'Here, use mine'
The words echoed to each side of Taylor as Father and Daughter both reached for the dread devices.
'No! look out!'
Taylor had somehow found her life flipped upside down in less than week, something had changed Danny back into Dad, something that ryhmed with.... damnit...
'Something that ryhms with Swan... Something sort of positive.. I think'
'Taylor, your internal monolog is leaking....'
'oops?'
~~~~
Danny had been called into work shortly after the great hair incident, a cape fight had torn up several buildings, which had collapsed into the street. Clearing rubble might not be traditional dockworker fare, but with the shipping channel blocked and the docks practically abandoned, at least it was some paying work. Disturbingly steady work at that.
Somehow Taylor had ended up directing the Swans to a furniture outlet store, stuffed in the moving truck's cab between Bella and Charlie. A bundle of freshly washed hair, stuffed inside a rolled up knitted balaclava, and zipped up tightly in a slightly oversived coat. Both of which her father had mysteriously lost many years ago. No of course she had no idea how they ended up in her wardrobe, why do you ask?
'Taylor..?'
'oh hmm, left here'
'And the no left turn sign?'
'ahhh, ummm.... ignore it?'
Charlie snorted, chuckling at her sterling wit. She basked in the attention, and most asuridly did not blush at all.
Bella, sat between her and the door stared for a moment, overawed by her intelligence, before grinning at her quick and observant..
'...and from here?'
'Oh, three blocks over that way... I think'
'...'
'Or was it this way...'
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Bella buried her head in her hands as Taylor came out of the Hebert house, freshly washed hair stuffed under a lumpy knit hat. A green finger of wool poking out from the fold.
An oversized coat hung off her shoulders, and had probably seen better days, but it looked warm enough for the chill that hung in the air.
Practically everything about Taylor's outfit was adorkable. Or that could have been just how she viewed Taylor colouring her perception, she'd started out a little quiet, but as soon as she discovered a shared love for reading. Well she felt like she had a better understanding of the term Chatterbox now.
It was kind of nice, not being the focus of a group of va... Crazy capes, of having a conversation that wasn't about deep and dangerous things. It was normal. Well normal'ish, Taylor had a... Weird sense of humor. She'd giggled during Aliens, and Bella still couldn't quite work out why.
Or what it had to do with Jazz Hands.
It felt like in no time at all they had become friends, though it also took no time at all for them to become ever so slightly lost whilst driving around looking for the furniture store.
'Are we there yet'
She snorted back a laugh at the exaggerated tone.
'Nearly Mr Swan, five more minutes'
She wiped tears of mirth from her eyes, struggling to keep her amusement silent, as Taylor and Charlie started mock arguing like kid and parent, with Charlie taking the role of annoying kid.
It had been rushed, and maybe a little extreme, going from one side of the country to the opposite, but... Right at that moment, she regreted nothing.
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Brockton Bay, no greater hiver of scum and villany exsisted anywhere in north america, save possibly Washington.
'Hey'
DC, Taylor was sure she'd know if her new neighbours were secretly evil cultists or something. Unless, that's what they wanted her to think.
She stealthily glanced at Bella, but was caught in her dread gaze almost instantly. She felt her feas abating... no, she had to resist, somehow had to warn the Protectorate, the President, Pete the paperboy.
The battle of wills was an epic struggle, but Bella's evil was too strong, and soon Taylor felt her traitorous lips curl upwards.
'nooooooooo'
Bella's expression twisted into an amused grin, obviously pleased her evil powers of evil had corrupted such pure innocence.
'Pure innocence? Really?'
Charlie chuckled as he offered to buy them Waffles for lunch. The cunning fiend, how had he discovered her weakness so soon.
'YES!.. Please Mr Charlie'
Taylor demurely accepted the subtle bribe, sealing her fate with the promise of waffly rewards.
'Sure dad, sounds good'
'Taylor, do you want to call Danny, and see if he wants anything picking up'
'Ahh, I... don't have a phone....'
'Here, use mine'
The words echoed to each side of Taylor as Father and Daughter both reached for the dread devices.
'No! look out!'
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Iarna
*indistinct crashing sounds*
- Location
- *points vaguely at the west coast of the US*
- Pronouns
- She/Her
lol!
Ok, Taylor is seriously a giant dork, but in the best way. Also nicely capturing that weird-sense humor. I get Glassmaker vibes from this (and that's the highest praise).
Also, kind of out of character because isn't the whole POINT of the cycle gathering data? Here's this anomalous mutation or something likely unique to this world which will be blown up at the end of the cycle and they just devide NOT to investigate its interaction with shards properly? That just doesn't make sense.
Alex Prior
We are Many
- Location
- A charming, foreign port
Got some typos for ya.
Hoyden
Hugbot v0.28
- Location
- UK
Wow, weird ideas about Entities and Vampires. It doesn't make sense because you have assumed some things to be true that are actually false.
Vampire/Shard interactions are not a thing. A vampire with a shard would have the same powers as a human with same shard.
Thanks, fixed.
But if the entities haven't already met vampires before, how do they know that? AND, wouldn't they also be interested in pitting shard powers against vampire powers? And also bind shards to them to investigate them, because vampirism seems like a thing that would be worth adapting as a shard if possible. Toughness, miscellaneous power effects including precog, and energy (for super strength and stuff) pulled from somewhere.
My basic point is that since a planet of vampires would appear to be far more interesting to investigate than a planet of humans, there would have to be a significant reason for the entities to refrain from binding shards to vampire hosts. If such a reason exists, like "vampirism aggressively terminates shard connections and the entities disn't find a workaround before Eden crashed" for example, then that's that.
PS: I should mention that I am enjoying the story so far, and was positively surprised by the premise.
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Hoyden
Hugbot v0.28
- Location
- UK
The main planner/researcher of the pair of Entities involved is dead, the other is mentally unstable.
Zion isn't really paying the world much attention, just going through the motions and occasionally attempting to ping the dead entity. He could stumble over ex nihilo energy generation and probably not notice.
If he was human he'd be on suicide watch 24/7.
I don't want to say much more, it might spoil some plot bunnies that might make it into the story.
Zion isn't really paying the world much attention, just going through the motions and occasionally attempting to ping the dead entity. He could stumble over ex nihilo energy generation and probably not notice.
If he was human he'd be on suicide watch 24/7.
I don't want to say much more, it might spoil some plot bunnies that might make it into the story.
- Location
- Neptune
The same way they knew which humans to send the shards to before meeting any.