Teacher was surprisingly difficult to kill. You're really not sure how he managed to cobble together a wearable force field in the Birdcage. It takes you a whole two blows to shatter it and snap his neck, letting your tendrils tear the flesh from his bones along with his power, form and memories.
You let the memories settle, sifting through them like files in a filing cabinet.
So... Teacher was in contact with someone called Saint. Someone who... had a way of controlling Dragon! Dragon was an AI, and Saint had access to her code. This was huge. You could just order Saint... no, he didn't have that level of access, not even Dragon could free you, not even if she wanted to.
You knew the codes to get in contact with Saint now, and you could use them when and if you needed them.
Excellent. You'll get on that as soon as you deal with the help Teacher summoned while you were breaking through his shield.
Your flesh shifts and twists as you take on Teachers form and powers, and a second later one of Teachers faster thralls is standing beside you, standing protectively between you and the blood stain that is all that is left of the real Teacher.
You switch to Teacher's powerset, and try to get a handle on it. You have a few instincts, guides from when you tore into Teachers mind, but it isn't perfect. You strain to remember the name of the parahuman who is now trying to protect you from a perceived threat.
"Why did you activate your distress signal sir?" The parahuman asked.
Rather than try to bluff your way out of the situation, you eat him as well.
Interesting, a localized ability to speed up time, limited to a sphere one meter from his body. He used it to fake being a speedster quite well. You didn't get whatever powers Teacher granted him, but you were able to pull a list of names and some basic information on how Teacher interacted with his subordinates from his mind.
Apparently more help is on the way. This man... Jason, simply got here first.
Hmm, maybe this time you will try bluffing.
You greet the collection of men wearing white several meters ahead of the bloodstains, wearing Teachers face and with Jason's memories to support you.
"Are you alright sir?" Their leader asks.
"Perfectly fine. A minor altercation. Although I fear Jason is no longer with us."
You move among them, touching each briefly with Teachers power, leaving them pliant and controllable.
"A false alarm, on the whole." You say, and follow them back to Teacher's cell block.
You start experimenting, and turn three people into drooling vegetables as you get the hang of Teacher's power. It was... difficult, choosing what you gave someone, the power was better at it than you were, selecting something that would not strain their minds. Every time you gave them something it... was like breaking a piece out of the puzzle that was your mind, and exposing a new layer underneath.
None of the members of Teacher's cell block object to being experimented on, even as they see what happened to the others that you worked on. They seemed to relish the opportunity.
You're happy to oblige.
You end up with fifteen actually useful Tinkers. You reveal yourself to the new Tinkers, shifting back into your own form, and you are forced to kill one of them as he attacks you.
So, you now have five powers you can use, temporal acceleration, minor power granting, Lung's threat scaling, alternate form, and long range acidic spit.
The remaining fourteen are more easily cowed into submission, and you confirm to them that you can still maintain their abilities, which seems to be enough to keep their loyalty for now.
There is no justice system in the birdcage, but the death of Teacher is enough for the other cell block leaders to call for a meeting. No one liked him, but his death disturbed an equilibrium that was always teetering on the edge of collapse.
Gavel wanted your head, as did Crane, but the others are swayed by the resources you are offering them.
Inevitably the details of your power get out, how you can absorb powers from the parahumans you kill.
You're fairly sure most of the other cell block leaders are planning to kill you now, while you are still relatively weak.
It truly doesn't matter. They are hesitant to act while the nature of your biological abilities is still... vague, and they are prepared to humor your attempt at escape.
Five of your new Tinkers are assigned to maintaining the birdcage facilities, and the other nine are given to String Theory, along with the parahuman Hugforcer, whose mind is reduced to a childish state of perpetual curiosity, but who's power handily violates conservation of mass in a way that lets you harvest all the resources you need from his spikes.
And so you find yourself at the entrance of the women's section of the prison, idly paying the guards a packet of cigarettes to enter as you find your way to the Faery Queen's block, two of Teacher's brain dead victims behind you.
You find Uaine sipping tea in a clear section of her cell block. She's somehow grown grass and flowers over the ground, giving her cell an open, outdoors feeling.
"Faery Queen." You say in greeting, bowing slightly.
"You may enter Prince." Uaine says, waving her hand regally. You do so, and sit on the grass. "What brings you to visit me?"
"Courtesy. I do not wish to take what is yours by right, and I want to know if we can share."
"Share?" Uaine says curiously. "No, a fey in service to two masters is a weak and petty thing. There will be no sharing."
"A shame. I am new my position, and would not like to impinge upon yours."
"It would be unwise of you to do so, but my servants are plentiful, and while I will gain yours in time, my own suffice for now." Uaine said, then she gestured to the two braindead men you had brought with you.
"Gifts? Small gifts, and weak fairies. Kill one, take his power, and we shall see who has a stronger command of the Fey."
You nod, and Uaine doesn't even look away as you consume one of the men.
You get nothing from him, not shape, not memories, and not his power. A second later Uaine manifests a new ghost. The costume is different. It isn't prison cloathes he wears, but a cape and a mask, but the shape of the face... the height...
"They heed the call of their Queen," Uaine paused, as if to savor the word, "Prince. That I allow some to serve you is out of respect for what you can become, not out of your own power. Leave your other gift, I will free his fey at my leisure."
"Thank you for your generosity." You say, getting up.
"It is not generosity. You are the Prince, your role is to lead, to inspire, train your fey. Strengthen them."
You pause and consider...
"I will."
You visit String Theory next, checking in to see how she is doing with the new Tinkers.
"It's not a matter of not being able to build it. I had the design in my head years ago, it's a matter of not being able to build the tools I need to build it. This is a month long project at least, and I've never managed to make my timers last more than seventy two hours. If I build a tool it will detonate while I still need it, if I build a fabricator it's going to be dust in three days time, and it takes two days to build a fabricator."
"So you need someone else to build you a laboratory, or tools."
"Yes, a tinkertech lab and tools. The Tinker's you've given me are a start, but they simply aren't strong enough to build what I need."
"And who is?"
"I don't know... everyone. If every Tinker in this prison was working on this, then we might be able to get somewhere. I'd bring it up at the next meeting, but... there's something else."
"Oh."
"We've definitely been shrunk. We're tiny, this whole prison is roughly the size of a baseball. I can undo it but... we're in a prison the size of a baseball."
"Can you undo it gradually, the elevator shafts... they seem to keep the change gradual."
"Yes, with the right tools I could make a device that would slowly grow you and anyone else within it's radius back to normal size, but the change would happen at a set rate. You'd need to ascend the shafts at a steady pace, despite the vacuum, the mines and Dragon's defensive drones. If you got stuck at any point.... squish."
"I see, please continue."
Finally you head back to Teachers cell block and look at the televisions, then you turn the TV on and off in the signal that will call Saint.
You've talked with him before, but he often needs reassurance. He was worried the first time he called, because Dragon had noted that Teacher was dead. You convinced him otherwise, you were focusing on Teachers escape method while you killed him, so you knew Saint, knew his passwords and phrases that would make him trust you. You wove a story about needing to fake your death to escape from another angry inmate, and pretended the issue had been dealt with.
It was not a perfect deception, but Saint had access to Dragon's reports, not to video of every event in the Birdcage. He could get access, but it required effort, skill. Saint may see through your lies soon, it was only desperation that kept him believing you now. An addict who believed that the only source of his drug was gone might happily chew on a leaf that looked similar, and that was in many ways what Saint was.
You had a signal prepared, a set sequence that would trigger Saint's assault on Dragon.
Now you just needed a way to get out while that happened.
Dragon was prepared for this. Her drones would be less coordinated without her, certain security measures would go offline. Some would not. Pressure sensors tied to explosives still sat in a solid wall around the cavern, beyond the vacuum that held the prison at it's center. Most of the drones were autonomous, and thick concrete and steel slabs would stay firmly slammed into place along the elevator shaft.
But nothing would keep you from your daughter.
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