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Wormverse ideas, recs, and fic discussion thread 1

Coaxmetal said:
So, first snippet thing. Also it's really bad, but what the hell. Rune!Taylor (possibly with a snarky sidekick, at the end).


"I'm sorry Ms. Hebert, but you won't be allowed to make up the test." Mr. Gladly said, "If you want to skip class, try to make sure it's not on a test day next time."

I was unsure whether I wanted to scream, or cry. My freshman year wasn't even over yet, and it everything had gone wrong. "I wasn't skipping," I protested, trying to keep my voice even, "I got locked in the bathroom, and they wouldn't let me out!"

"Locked in a bathroom?" Mr. Gladly asked, his lips pursed nervously, "By who?"

"Sophia and Emma!" Only a hair beneath a shout, and those students who had yet to leave for their next hour looked up at us. Already I could tell, there was no point in this conversation. What I had seen for the past hundred times was already playing out again.

"Ah, well, that is a very serious accusation." Mr. Gladly awkwardly looked away from me, and the urge to shout only rose. At the first mention of their name, he's already prepared to overlook it! "Of course, you have to realize, it's just your word against theirs."

He spread his hands and tried to grin, but it just seemed forced. He kept talking, but I was already leaving. He wasn't going to do anything, he never did.

Halfway to my next class, I stopped.

Today was already ruined. What was the point of staying? As long as I was here with them, the Trio would just find a way to make it worse. It wouldn't even be hard to leave, skip for real.

As the bell rang, the hallways mostly emptied themselves. Mostly because if the gang kids started a fight, it would be between hours. Perhaps the only lucky thing about today was that no one else was around to see me as I walked through the halls, doing my best to keep in the tears.

It hadn't been so long ago that Emma had been my friend - my best friend. When Mom and I got in a car crash, Emma had been one to console me when Mom didn't make it. When Dad was falling apart, she got me to stay over at her house, and helped me learn to use my left hand, while my right was in a cast.

Now? She was practically my own personal demon.

"You're getting called out?" I was jarred out of my musings by the person I was thinking of. I had almost turned the corner blindly into Sophia and Emma.

"Yeah, they're outside waiting" Sophia said as she took a black duffel bag out of her locker. Gym clothes, maybe? "I mean, I don't even know why I have to go to these kind of things. They're such a waste of time."

"Hey, they're just trying to get back at you," Emma replied, "I mean, none of them have capture rates as high as Shadow Stalker."

Shadow Stalker? Why did Emma mention the new Ward?

"You know it. Not even the rest of the Wards combined." I could practically hear the grin on Sophia's face as she responded.

The idea that crept up on me made my stomach sink, and I couldn't help but feel sick. A metallic glint caught my eye as the two girls talked.

Nestled in Sophia's duffel bag was a mask. A stern faced woman that I recognized.

I fell to my knees, unable to believe.

Shadow Stalker was Sophia? That thug who had bullied me for the last eight months, who had stolen Emma and my mother's flute from me? I wanted to scream, yell at how unfair it was. My fists clenched at my side, I wanted to walk up next to her and pu-

My vision exploded, stretched into infinity and back.

I felt the ground beneath me, where the tiles were held together by grout, and where they touched the concrete below. It was like knowing where your hand was, even if it was too dark to see it.

"Sophia? What happened, did you trip or something?"

More by instinct than anything else I pulled at those tiles, yanked them towards me. As they tore themselves from the ground and floated in the air, my mind drifted dimly upon what had happened.

"Holy shit, Hebert?" Sophia yelled, fumbling for something in her duffel bag. "You're a fucking cape?"

I was a parahuman.

It didn't matter that Sophia fucking Hess was a Ward, and that everyone turned a blind eye to how she was nothing but a thug. I dragged myself to feet, and even more tiles burst upwards and floated around me. My power - I had a power - lifted them and I knew that with just a nudge I could send them flying in any direction I wanted.

"Hey, didn't you hear me!" When had Sophia gotten out a crossbow? "I said step back and put those on the ground!" She punctuated her demand with a shake of the weapon, already loaded with a bolt.

Fury rushed through me, who did she think she was? Her finger trailed towards the trigger and I threw a hand out towards her. My power responded, launching the suspended tiles at her.

Sophia - Shadow Stalker really, I supposed - fired a bolt and without really thinking about it I nudged one of the tiles into its path. The tile shattered as it knocked the bolt out of the way, leaving behind a handful of floating ceramic pieces.

The other eight tiles didn't get stopped. Sophia threw herself to the side and flickered into some kind of shadowy gas. It didn't matter. I put my hand on the brick wall of the school.

Sophia had come out of her shadow state and fired again. The wall flew apart, bricks tearing apart from the mortar they were set in, and one of them caught the bolt. Through the newly made hole in the wall, I could see outside. A dozen PRT officers raised containment foam launchers and fired.

Were they waiting for Sophia? Who warned them?

In the face of a dozen armed men, I panicked. All I could do was imagine Dad's face when they called him to see his daughter in jail.

My power reacted anyways.

The bricks floating around me pushed in front of me, and the containment foam splashed on them harmlessly. I tore at the ground beneath me, pulled frantically with my power.

I strained, and for a moment nothing happened. Then suddenly, violently, the block of concrete ripped itself from the ground and carried me upwards.

I didn't look back.

**

Some part of me wanted to go back and find Sophia, then finish our fight.

Every rational bone in my body screamed that was a terrible idea. The idea of braining Sophia, and possibly Emma and Madison too, with a brick or two was a nice one though.

When I fled, I hadn't really thought ahead. My first reaction was to head home, but that probably would've ended with a PRT squad knocking on my door. Or maybe with the Protectorate knocking my door down.

So instead of going home, or trying to find Dad, I just kind of… wandered. I ended up landing in one of the more abandoned parts of the Docks, I stuck to the more deserted alleys and side streets while I flexed my power.

Anything I could touch, I could lift and move around, and the time limit on it was at least a half hour long. I hadn't really tested range or weight limitations yet, although I did manage to move that dumpster.

Eventually though, I ended up tossing garbage at a wall, imagining that it was Sophia's face. I had checked the area earlier, and couldn't find anyone living around here anymore. As far as I could tell, it used to be an apartment complex, if a small one. Between the Dockworkers who would've lived here losing their jobs, and the ABB and Merchants struggling over territory, it really wasn't a wonder that an old building like this was abandoned.

"Hey there," a voice behind me called. I spun around, startled, and my floating array of old beer bottles and rocks swung around with me. Down the alley, having just come out of the stairwell exit of the apartment, was a boy. He didn't look much younger than me, although that might've been the fact I was pretty tall, He had that kind of pretty boy face, and curly black hair. "What have you got against my wall?" He asked.

I was split between just running and hoping he wouldn't remember my face, and sticking around to make sure he wouldn't tell anyone. Before I could really decide on either of them, he continued talking.

"Oh, my bad, I didn't introduce myself. Call me Alec-" He flourished a hand and my left arm spasmed at my side, "-Or Regent."


(Also, True Survivor is too beautiful for this world. "ERROR: HACKED TOO MUCH TIME")
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It turns out I wrote an (even worse) continuation of that snippet. I just really want someone (who can actually write) do a taylor/alec buddy cop fic.


"This… isn't a good idea." I mumbled, as I tried to pull down the hood of my sweatshirt, distinctly feeling the lack of my glasses. It wasn't like my vision was so bad that I couldn't do without them, but it was very hard to tell where I was going.

"It's a great idea," Alec protested, "After all, I came up with it. Now stop worrying, no one's going to recognize you."

He was hopefully right. We had taken my glasses off to try and keep anyone from recognizing me, and if everything went well all I would need to do is stand behind him and look shy. I did feel a little bad about it, though.

By the time we had arrived at the boarding house Alec had picked out - a Lisman's Boarding Home - I was convinced something would go wrong. The place was actually pretty nice looking, if in that homely, well loved sort of way. The foyer had some decorations, but what really drew my attention was the shelves of books. Most of them were classics, taught in school since the 80s, but not all of them. What was the 'Tanakh'?

While Alec walked up to the older lady sitting at the front, I followed behind him and faced my head down. Partly to play up the "awkward sister", but mostly because I didn't want to risk her seeing my face.

"Good morning, I'm Ruth," the woman said, offering a hand to Alec. "How may I help you?"

"Well, my sister and I were looking for a room to stay in," Alec began. "Our uncle is having some marital issues and… Well, you know how it goes."

He was surprisingly good at lying. I mean, he had assured me of his skill at it, although it had sounded a lot like bragging, but hearing it in person was pretty impressive. It wasn't just that his voice didn't waver at all, and that he looked her in the eye as he said it.

His body language was what really sold it, I think. Instead of his normal smug, self assured pose he looked like an embarrassed teenager.

Ruth walked Alec through the rules and pretty soon money was changing hands. She didn't give us a discount or anything like that, but that wasn't the plan. Alec had explained it pretty well, which was probably why I had even agreed to trying it in the first place.

If he went to get a room by himself, just as a teenager looking for somewhere cheap, it would draw a too much attention. In this city, people they were always on the lookout for trouble - whether it was theft, drugs, or gang related - and a prime suspect for all three of those were dumb teenage guys who didn't know any better.

Of course, I couldn't get a room either, although that's mostly because I was terrified of being recognized as "that Carrie from Winslow".

The two of us together though, a kid trying to look out for his sister, was a lot less worrisome. Throw in a hint of troubled family life and you'd start getting a lot of pity, sure, but no one would pry too deep. People had more than enough trouble without sticking their nose into someone else's problems.

Which left me feeling a little bitter - it was probably why none of the teachers ever helped me. If Sophia was Shadow Stalker then it wasn't just "my word against theirs", they just hadn't wanted to get involved in all that trouble.

Alec pulled on my arm, jolting me out of of my thoughts. "C'mon sis," he said, "Let's get to our room."

**

I watched the door nervously as I played with my power. Alec had left to get food, which meant that I ended up waiting by myself in our room. It wouldn't have been so bad if I had thought to grab a book from the foyer, but now it was too late and I didn't feel like risking someone recognizing my face, just because I was bored.

Which was why I was brainstorming cape names while my glasses spun lazy circles through the air.

I wasn't exactly rushing to go out and fight crime, what with my face and power plastered all over the news, but Alec had been bugging me about not having a name earlier. Or, well, not so much bugging me as making jokes about how I should call myself "Would Chuck".

It was slow going though, mostly because of my power distracting me. Any object that I touched - and it seemed to be directly touching, it didn't seem to work on the ground through my shoes - got 'tagged', and then I could move them.

It wasn't just that though, I had a kind of instinctive sense of where the object was. That sense had already proved pretty useful, it was why I could throw things with more or less perfect accuracy, or why I could block Sophia's bolts mid air. It was proving itself to be pretty annoying too, though.

The tags, and by extension my sense of them, only seemed to fade when I got far enough away. I couldn't feel the bricks I left back in the Docks where I met with Alec any more, but stuff like the door downstairs? Still well within my range. So whenever someone used it, I got to feel the door banging open and swinging shut again.

At least it kept me from zoning out. It would be pretty disastrous, and embarrassing, to out myself if some random person walked in and saw me.

**

Alec came back, arms full of those little chinese take out boxes, and my stomach took the chance to surprise me with loud growls. I hadn't eaten since lunch, had I?

I reached out to grab a container of dumplings when he stopped my hand with his chopsticks. "Uh uh, you need to say the magic word first."

I raised an eyebrow. "Do I, now?" Reaching out with my power, I yanked the chopsticks out of his hands and into the air, before turning them back towards him. He raised his hands up in the air, a mock surrender.

Grinning I reach out and claim my prize. Halfway to putting a dumpling in my mouth, my hand spasms and it drops to the ground.

I turn to Alec, ready to declare war, when I can feel the door downstairs, the entrance to the boarding house, shatters open. Did someone kick it open? Muffled as it is through the floor, the ensuing shout is clear enough to understand.

"Get on the ground, fuckin' kites!"

The two of us stand up and almost knock each other down. Instead I end up knocking a box of still steaming rice all over the ground. I raced out of the room.

The woman who ran the boarding house, Ruth, kneeled on the ground, face down. Standing just inside the doorway, next to the broken remains of the door, was a bulky white man, proudly displaying an E88 tattoo across his forehead. He was also displaying, rather openly, a pistol, pointed Ruth.

Reaching out, the shattered pieces of door on the ground reacted. As the thug swung around to point his gun at me, my power tore the door of its hinges and launched it.

The shards of door smashed into the thug's skull, and then the remaining door slammed him to the side. His gun went off, Perhaps it was luck, or maybe it was just Alec, but it fired into the ground instead of at me, or Ruth.

I felt a little self conscious, seeing as I was bare foot and covered in rice. Alec, on the other hand, seemed entirely unconcerned as he finished my dumplings.

(I really want Chinese food, goddamnit. Next)
 
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Coaxmetal said:
It turns out I wrote an (even worse) continuation of that snippet. I just really want someone (who can actually write) do a taylor/alec buddy cop fic.


"This… isn't a good idea." I mumbled, as I tried to pull down the hood of my sweatshirt, distinctly feeling the lack of my glasses. It wasn't like my vision was so bad that I couldn't do without them, but it was very hard to tell where I was going.

"It's a great idea," Alec protested, "After all, I came up with it. Now stop worrying, no one's going to recognize you."

He was hopefully right. We had taken my glasses off to try and keep anyone from recognizing me, and if everything went well all I would need to do is stand behind him and look shy. I did feel a little bad about it, though.

By the time we had arrived at the boarding house Alec had picked out - a Lisman's Boarding Home - I was convinced something would go wrong. The place was actually pretty nice looking, if in that homely, well loved sort of way. The foyer had some decorations, but what really drew my attention was the shelves of books. Most of them were classics, taught in school since the 80s, but not all of them. What was the 'Tanakh'?

While Alec walked up to the older lady sitting at the front, I followed behind him and faced my head down. Partly to play up the "awkward sister", but mostly because I didn't want to risk her seeing my face.

"Good morning, I'm Ruth," the woman said, offering a hand to Alec. "How may I help you?"

"Well, my sister and I were looking for a room to stay in," Alec began. "Our uncle is having some marital issues and… Well, you know how it goes."

He was surprisingly good at lying. I mean, he had assured me of his skill at it, although it had sounded a lot like bragging, but hearing it in person was pretty impressive. It wasn't just that his voice didn't waver at all, and that he looked her in the eye as he said it.

His body language was what really sold it, I think. Instead of his normal smug, self assured pose he looked like an embarrassed teenager.

Ruth walked Alec through the rules and pretty soon money was changing hands. She didn't give us a discount or anything like that, but that wasn't the plan. Alec had explained it pretty well, which was probably why I had even agreed to trying it in the first place.

If he went to get a room by himself, just as a teenager looking for somewhere cheap, it would draw a too much attention. In this city, people they were always on the lookout for trouble - whether it was theft, drugs, or gang related - and a prime suspect for all three of those were dumb teenage guys who didn't know any better.

Of course, I couldn't get a room either, although that's mostly because I was terrified of being recognized as "that Carrie from Winslow".

The two of us together though, a kid trying to look out for his sister, was a lot less worrisome. Throw in a hint of troubled family life and you'd start getting a lot of pity, sure, but no one would pry too deep. People had more than enough trouble without sticking their nose into someone else's problems.

Which left me feeling a little bitter - it was probably why none of the teachers ever helped me. If Sophia was Shadow Stalker then it wasn't just "my word against theirs", they just hadn't wanted to get involved in all that trouble.

Alec pulled on my arm, jolting me out of of my thoughts. "C'mon sis," he said, "Let's get to our room."

**

I watched the door nervously as I played with my power. Alec had left to get food, which meant that I ended up waiting by myself in our room. It wouldn't have been so bad if I had thought to grab a book from the foyer, but now it was too late and I didn't feel like risking someone recognizing my face, just because I was bored.

Which was why I was brainstorming cape names while my glasses spun lazy circles through the air.

I wasn't exactly rushing to go out and fight crime, what with my face and power plastered all over the news, but Alec had been bugging me about not having a name earlier. Or, well, not so much bugging me as making jokes about how I should call myself "Would Chuck".

It was slow going though, mostly because of my power distracting me. Any object that I touched - and it seemed to be directly touching, it didn't seem to work on the ground through my shoes - got 'tagged', and then I could move them.

It wasn't just that though, I had a kind of instinctive sense of where the object was. That sense had already proved pretty useful, it was why I could throw things with more or less perfect accuracy, or why I could block Sophia's bolts mid air. It was proving itself to be pretty annoying too, though.

The tags, and by extension my sense of them, only seemed to fade when I got far enough away. I couldn't feel the bricks I left back in the Docks where I met with Alec any more, but stuff like the door downstairs? Still well within my range. So whenever someone used it, I got to feel the door banging open and swinging shut again.

At least it kept me from zoning out. It would be pretty disastrous, and embarrassing, to out myself if some random person walked in and saw me.

**

Alec came back, arms full of those little chinese take out boxes, and my stomach took the chance to surprise me with loud growls. I hadn't eaten since lunch, had I?

I reached out to grab a container of dumplings when he stopped my hand with his chopsticks. "Uh uh, you need to say the magic word first."

I raised an eyebrow. "Do I, now?" Reaching out with my power, I yanked the chopsticks out of his hands and into the air, before turning them back towards him. He raised his hands up in the air, a mock surrender.

Grinning I reach out and claim my prize. Halfway to putting a dumpling in my mouth, my hand spasms and it drops to the ground.

I turn to Alec, ready to declare war, when I can feel the door downstairs, the entrance to the boarding house, shatters open. Did someone kick it open? Muffled as it is through the floor, the ensuing shout is clear enough to understand.

"Get on the ground, fuckin' kites!"

The two of us stand up and almost knock each other down. Instead I end up knocking a box of still steaming rice all over the ground. I raced out of the room.

The woman who ran the boarding house, Ruth, kneeled on the ground, face down. Standing just inside the doorway, next to the broken remains of the door, was a bulky white man, proudly displaying an E88 tattoo across his forehead. He was also displaying, rather openly, a pistol, pointed Ruth.

Reaching out, the shattered pieces of door on the ground reacted. As the thug swung around to point his gun at me, my power tore the door of its hinges and launched it.

The shards of door smashed into the thug's skull, and then the remaining door slammed him to the side. His gun went off, Perhaps it was luck, or maybe it was just Alec, but it fired into the ground instead of at me, or Ruth.

I felt a little self conscious, seeing as I was bare foot and covered in rice. Alec, on the other hand, seemed entirely unconcerned as he finished my dumplings.

(I really want Chinese food, goddamnit)
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Orbit could work as a name.
 
So... I had an idea. again. Godamn it.

Naruto/Worm

Either Khepri ends up in the narutoverse at the start of canon and we get to see the Aburames reaction to suddenly being useless against her, as well as the fact that, well, there are supposed to be some really poisonous Kikai bugs that the Aburame just can't control. Taylor would be able to just LOLNOPE them... and then all was woe.
OR
Instead of triggering with the ability to just control bugs... she has the same symbiotic relationship as the Aburame. In other words, her bugs literally live inside of her. And they come on out to play through holes. that they dig. in her skin. Everytime. Eventually, like the people that stuck swords in themselves and built up a channel of scar tissue, the same happens. but... it takes her a while for that to happen.
 
einargs said:
Instead of triggering with the ability to just control bugs... she has the same symbiotic relationship as the Aburame. In other words, her bugs literally live inside of her. And they come on out to play through holes. that they dig. in her skin. Everytime. Eventually, like the people that stuck swords in themselves and built up a channel of scar tissue, the same happens. but... it takes her a while for that to happen.
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This was already done, but just in a short snip. I think it was the one where Taylor got addicted to drugs and joined the merchants?
 
sasahara17 said:
Anyway, I'm going to keep looking for more weird powers for Taylor.
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Taylor triggers with the Tinker power to build Star Wars droids. Yes, that includes mass producing massive armies like you see in the movies.
And yes, they have that weird funny attitude as well. Except for the Droidekas and Magna Guard. They be ice cold, yo.

....Honestly, I just want to see General Grievous Taylor. Her jumping around with four light sabers twirling and flashing against her foes....like Lung...
 
einargs said:
So... I had an idea. again. Godamn it.

Naruto/Worm

Either Khepri ends up in the narutoverse at the start of canon and we get to see the Aburames reaction to suddenly being useless against her, as well as the fact that, well, there are supposed to be some really poisonous Kikai bugs that the Aburame just can't control. Taylor would be able to just LOLNOPE them... and then all was woe.
OR
Instead of triggering with the ability to just control bugs... she has the same symbiotic relationship as the Aburame. In other words, her bugs literally live inside of her. And they come on out to play through holes. that they dig. in her skin. Everytime. Eventually, like the people that stuck swords in themselves and built up a channel of scar tissue, the same happens. but... it takes her a while for that to happen.
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Bonus if she has an emotional attachment to her bugs like Bitch does with her dogs.
 
Bad Idea?

"The madder Hulk gets, the stronger Hulk gets! Lizardman with bad breath is strong, but Hulk is the strongest there is!"
*Crash*
"Lizardman? I am Lung! I will not allow myself to be beaten! My will is unbreakable and my body answers my will. You are not Asian!"
*large crater created*
*another city block disappears*

"Now, Doormaker!"

Two portals appear, next to one another. Two massive shapes, one reptilian, one humanoid, pass through portals instead of striking one another.

The two beings reappear on either side of Behemoth, still moving towards one another. Behemoth is struck by both.

Looking down at the two beings that have foolishly entered melee attack range, Behemoth activates his radiation field. They are large beings, these two. The radiation field is maximized. Surely sufficient to kill the melee attackers.

Two beings scream in pain, immensely powerful lungs moving air so powerfully with their screams that dust clouds are raised.

Behemoth turns his back on the collapsed duo and advances on the other gnats.

A jade green head lifts itself, suddenly, madness raging in emerald green eyes, muscles and veins bulging almost obscenely.

At the same time, vast wings shake themselves, and the ground shudders as massive draconian limbs lift a fallen shape.

Two unimaginably powerful bodies hurl themselves at Behemoth.

meanwhile, viewing from a portal miles away through binoculars.

Doctor Mother turns to Contessa. "Are you really sure about this? This just screams Bad Idea to me."
 
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Bonus if she has an emotional attachment to her bugs like Bitch does with her dogs.
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I like your style. A lot.

"YOU MONSTER!" Taylor screamed, as she felt thousands of her bugs die to Kid Win's artillery piece. "I'm going to rip you to pieces and feed upon your corpse." she said in a strange, accented whisper. She took a step forward even as more bugs swarmed out from her skin, blood dripping from the exit wounds. "I'm going to feed you your entrails." She took another step, slowly speeding up even as the ever growing cloud of bugs began to twist and twirl. "My children will tear through your skin and eat you from inside." She said, this time with her point reinforced by a venturing tendril. "They'll start by burrowing deep within your body, getting far beneath your epidermis. then they'll start hollowing you out like they did to me when I first had them. It was the worst pain in my life... they carved channels throughout me, slowly expanding a network everywhere under your skin. Then they'll begin to eat channels to your inner organs, some even burrowing into them. A few will follow your spine to your brain and begin to make room for them up there as well. And do you want to know what the worst part about this is for you now?" She asked softly, slowly beginning to slow as she had just reached below his floating gun.

"W-- What?" He managed to choke out, clearly horrified at the thought.

"They're going to do it all at once... not over three months like they did for me." A tendril slowly reached up and swarmed its way into his armor.

"What do you me- OH GOD NO MY EYES!" He yelled, frantically trying to get the bugs away from him even as Taylor softly chuckled in most disturbing manner.
 
Farmerbob1 said:
Bad Idea?

"The madder Hulk gets, the stronger Hulk gets! Lizardman with bad breath is strong, but Hulk is the strongest there is!"
*Crash*
"Lizardman? I am Lung! I will not allow myself to be beaten! My will is unbreakable and my body answers my will. You are not Asian!"
*large crater created*
*another city block disappears*

"Now, Doormaker!"

Two portals appear, next to one another. Two massive shapes, one reptilian, one humanoid, pass through portals instead of striking one another.

The two beings reappear on either side of Behemoth, still moving towards one another. Behemoth is struck by both.

Looking down at the two beings that have foolishly entered melee attack range, Behemoth activates his radiation field. They are large beings, these two. The radiation field is maximized. Surely sufficient to atomize the melee attackers.

Two beings scream in pain, immensely powerful lungs moving air so powerfully with their screams that dust clouds are raised.

Behemoth turns his back on the collapsed duo and advances on the other gnats.

A jade green head lifts itself, suddenly, madness raging in emerald green eyes, muscles and veins bulging almost obscenely.

At the same time, vast wings shake themselves, and the ground shudders as massive draconian limbs lift a fallen shape.

Two unimaginably powerful bodies hurl themselves at Behemoth.

meanwhile, viewing from a portal miles away through binoculars.

Doctor Mother turns to Contessa. "Are you really sure about this? This just screams Bad Idea to me."
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I'm with Dr.Mom here...

Given the WoG on durability... they are going to deal more damage to the planet than they would to Behemoth... and assuming they scale infinitely... you do not want to know the effects of a south american chilli gordita propelled by that much force through the hulks digestive tract.

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Hulk - *Stomach Gurgles obscenely*
Behemoth - *Takes advantage and sucker punches Hulk in the abdomen*
Hulk - ...

No. -Swordomatic
 
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I'm with Dr.Mom here...

Given the WoG on durability... they are going to deal more damage to the planet than they would to Behemoth... and assuming they scale infinitely... you do not want to know the effects of a south american chilli gordita propelled by that much force through the hulks digestive tract.

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Hulk - *Stomach Gurgles obscenely*
Behemoth - *Takes advantage and sucker punches Hulk in the abdomen*
Hulk - ...
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I figure that eventually Lung and Hulk will each grab a leg and rip Behemoth in half like a wishbone. There might be a second asteroid belt before that happens, but... That's only one Earth, right?
 
thefluffyone said:
Taylor triggers with the Tinker power to build Star Wars droids. Yes, that includes mass producing massive armies like you see in the movies.
And yes, they have that weird funny attitude as well. Except for the Droidekas and Magna Guard. They be ice cold, yo.

....Honestly, I just want to see General Grievous Taylor. Her jumping around with four light sabers twirling and flashing against her foes....like Lung...
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Shhhhh... Stay out of my notes...
 
Coaxmetal said:
It turns out I wrote an (even worse) continuation of that snippet. I just really want someone (who can actually write) do a taylor/alec buddy cop fic.
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I don't see anything 'worse' here. I see a very solid pair of snippets that appear to be the beginning of a Taylor/Alec buddy cop fic!

You can actually write. You've made that clear to us, even if you aren't so sure of it yourself.

Now, *cracks whip* write me another snippet to continue this fic!
 
I have a random idea, not inspired by another form of media! I think...

Taylor triggers with control over entropy.

Why would Scion and Eden even bother dealing with the one thing they are trying to prevent (or is that just fanon)?
Well, they're not. It's not one of their shards, it's one of Abbadon's; his 'madness' was the realization that their attempts to stop heat death is futile. So he decides to make the most is pretty much eternal life...by having fun. Ironically, one could say his realization at the futility of their efforts and deciding to go off on his own is probably the biggest advancement the entities ever had. Too bad the rest are too stuck in their ways, and thus label it as insanity.

My handwave reasoning to make my idea valid in universe is longer than my actual idea....
 
Farmerbob1 said:
I figure that eventually Lung and Hulk will each grab a leg and rip Behemoth in half like a wishbone. There might be a second asteroid belt before that happens, but... That's only one Earth, right?
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Hulk's best has been in onslaught saga and world war hulk. The finale of world war had hulk capable of destroying the eastern seaboard by just taking a step. While onslaught saga had him beating the reality warper by sheer strength from no cap on his rage.
 
Coaxmetal said:
It turns out I wrote an (even worse) continuation of that snippet. I just really want someone (who can actually write) do a taylor/alec buddy cop fic.


"This… isn't a good idea." I mumbled, as I tried to pull down the hood of my sweatshirt, distinctly feeling the lack of my glasses. It wasn't like my vision was so bad that I couldn't do without them, but it was very hard to tell where I was going.

"It's a great idea," Alec protested, "After all, I came up with it. Now stop worrying, no one's going to recognize you."

He was hopefully right. We had taken my glasses off to try and keep anyone from recognizing me, and if everything went well all I would need to do is stand behind him and look shy. I did feel a little bad about it, though.

By the time we had arrived at the boarding house Alec had picked out - a Lisman's Boarding Home - I was convinced something would go wrong. The place was actually pretty nice looking, if in that homely, well loved sort of way. The foyer had some decorations, but what really drew my attention was the shelves of books. Most of them were classics, taught in school since the 80s, but not all of them. What was the 'Tanakh'?

While Alec walked up to the older lady sitting at the front, I followed behind him and faced my head down. Partly to play up the "awkward sister", but mostly because I didn't want to risk her seeing my face.

"Good morning, I'm Ruth," the woman said, offering a hand to Alec. "How may I help you?"

"Well, my sister and I were looking for a room to stay in," Alec began. "Our uncle is having some marital issues and… Well, you know how it goes."

He was surprisingly good at lying. I mean, he had assured me of his skill at it, although it had sounded a lot like bragging, but hearing it in person was pretty impressive. It wasn't just that his voice didn't waver at all, and that he looked her in the eye as he said it.

His body language was what really sold it, I think. Instead of his normal smug, self assured pose he looked like an embarrassed teenager.

Ruth walked Alec through the rules and pretty soon money was changing hands. She didn't give us a discount or anything like that, but that wasn't the plan. Alec had explained it pretty well, which was probably why I had even agreed to trying it in the first place.

If he went to get a room by himself, just as a teenager looking for somewhere cheap, it would draw a too much attention. In this city, people they were always on the lookout for trouble - whether it was theft, drugs, or gang related - and a prime suspect for all three of those were dumb teenage guys who didn't know any better.

Of course, I couldn't get a room either, although that's mostly because I was terrified of being recognized as "that Carrie from Winslow".

The two of us together though, a kid trying to look out for his sister, was a lot less worrisome. Throw in a hint of troubled family life and you'd start getting a lot of pity, sure, but no one would pry too deep. People had more than enough trouble without sticking their nose into someone else's problems.

Which left me feeling a little bitter - it was probably why none of the teachers ever helped me. If Sophia was Shadow Stalker then it wasn't just "my word against theirs", they just hadn't wanted to get involved in all that trouble.

Alec pulled on my arm, jolting me out of of my thoughts. "C'mon sis," he said, "Let's get to our room."

**

I watched the door nervously as I played with my power. Alec had left to get food, which meant that I ended up waiting by myself in our room. It wouldn't have been so bad if I had thought to grab a book from the foyer, but now it was too late and I didn't feel like risking someone recognizing my face, just because I was bored.

Which was why I was brainstorming cape names while my glasses spun lazy circles through the air.

I wasn't exactly rushing to go out and fight crime, what with my face and power plastered all over the news, but Alec had been bugging me about not having a name earlier. Or, well, not so much bugging me as making jokes about how I should call myself "Would Chuck".

It was slow going though, mostly because of my power distracting me. Any object that I touched - and it seemed to be directly touching, it didn't seem to work on the ground through my shoes - got 'tagged', and then I could move them.

It wasn't just that though, I had a kind of instinctive sense of where the object was. That sense had already proved pretty useful, it was why I could throw things with more or less perfect accuracy, or why I could block Sophia's bolts mid air. It was proving itself to be pretty annoying too, though.

The tags, and by extension my sense of them, only seemed to fade when I got far enough away. I couldn't feel the bricks I left back in the Docks where I met with Alec any more, but stuff like the door downstairs? Still well within my range. So whenever someone used it, I got to feel the door banging open and swinging shut again.

At least it kept me from zoning out. It would be pretty disastrous, and embarrassing, to out myself if some random person walked in and saw me.

**

Alec came back, arms full of those little chinese take out boxes, and my stomach took the chance to surprise me with loud growls. I hadn't eaten since lunch, had I?

I reached out to grab a container of dumplings when he stopped my hand with his chopsticks. "Uh uh, you need to say the magic word first."

I raised an eyebrow. "Do I, now?" Reaching out with my power, I yanked the chopsticks out of his hands and into the air, before turning them back towards him. He raised his hands up in the air, a mock surrender.

Grinning I reach out and claim my prize. Halfway to putting a dumpling in my mouth, my hand spasms and it drops to the ground.

I turn to Alec, ready to declare war, when I can feel the door downstairs, the entrance to the boarding house, shatters open. Did someone kick it open? Muffled as it is through the floor, the ensuing shout is clear enough to understand.

"Get on the ground, fuckin' kites!"

The two of us stand up and almost knock each other down. Instead I end up knocking a box of still steaming rice all over the ground. I raced out of the room.

The woman who ran the boarding house, Ruth, kneeled on the ground, face down. Standing just inside the doorway, next to the broken remains of the door, was a bulky white man, proudly displaying an E88 tattoo across his forehead. He was also displaying, rather openly, a pistol, pointed Ruth.

Reaching out, the shattered pieces of door on the ground reacted. As the thug swung around to point his gun at me, my power tore the door of its hinges and launched it.

The shards of door smashed into the thug's skull, and then the remaining door slammed him to the side. His gun went off, Perhaps it was luck, or maybe it was just Alec, but it fired into the ground instead of at me, or Ruth.

I felt a little self conscious, seeing as I was bare foot and covered in rice. Alec, on the other hand, seemed entirely unconcerned as he finished my dumplings.

(I really want Chinese food, goddamnit)
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MOAR!!!!
 
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    • Seclorum said:
    I'm with Dr.Mom here...

    Given the WoG on durability... they are going to deal more damage to the planet than they would to Behemoth... and assuming they scale infinitely... you do not want to know the effects of a south american chilli gordita propelled by that much force through the hulks digestive tract.

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    Hulk - *Stomach Gurgles obscenely*
    Behemoth - *Takes advantage and sucker punches Hulk in the abdomen*
    Hulk - ...
    No.
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    alert I would ask that you not, because that adds nothing and is disruptive as hell. The video has been deleted. Do not post it, or anything like it, again. Consider this your only warning.
     
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    • Imagine this power in Worm:
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    (For those who didn't watch, the power to zap objects into an amount of Oreos of roughly equivalent mass.)
    Actually, it would probably turn out pretty muchnexactly like that video. Especially if I tried to write it.
     
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    Imagine this power in Worm:
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    (For those who didn't watch, the power to zap objects into an amount of Oreos of roughly equivalent mass.)
    Actually, it would probably turn out pretty muchnexactly like that video. Especially if I tried to write it.
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    So, basically it's a less well known version of the Skittle-guy.
     
    Taylor: *pokes Armsmaster's armour*
    Armsy: EEEEK *squeals and tries to hide himself*
    Taylor: OH DEAR GOD WHY DO YOU NEED TO GO COMMADNO *covers eyes*
    Armsy: It's efficient that way! Less chafing!
     
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