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Aetheron
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Yes.
Not on purpose, but by the time they do any caping in BB that'll probably be the sense people get anyway.
...this is true!
A bunch of tweens arguing about fanfic is surprisingly fun to write.
Thank you. I think I've fixed these now.
Don't be silly, it's clearly a Poison-type Pokemon and pronounced like any of the other Eevee evolutions.
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You know, I kind of want to see a reaction to the completed fic within the wards common room. Also, this fic is hilarious. Also, can't wait til the next update. Other people have caught the tehcnical errors, but form a stylistic perspective you might want to every so often spend a paragraph describing scenery. More-so for pacing than actual need, but I think it would improve the work.
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=I can't believe I let you talk me into this.= Taylor whines into my brain as we blip into the North End, becoming the us who were always wandering the city in search of deliciousness.
=Honestly?= I turn to look at her. =I can't either.=
No. Wait, Brain, no. We're in public, and sort of in 'costume,' so it's Weaver who was whining into my brain. And it's Weaver I'm looking at now.
Like me, she's wearing one of her hoodies with a 'Hi, my name is: Weaver/Lexicon' sticker added to it, a pair of jeans, and a domino mask that I stuck a shaped 'hostile visual disruption' [Ward] onto. Honestly, even if it isn't at all what I originally set out to do, having anyone that looks under our hoods see nothing but a staticky blue glow while still letting us see and eat normally is definitely… glowing on me. I might need to make way dimmer for any kind of stealthy field work, but if I never figure out a way to make everyone just magically see their own face staring back at them from under my hood– Or helmet,or… whatever I settle on– then I think I might just keep doing this.
Unlike me though, she's standing stock still in that way she does when she's uncomfortable. Which, looking around, I can kind of understand. For all that Veirdian [Teleport] is the quiet, non-air-displacing variety, two people suddenly appearing on a crowded street in a flash of midnight blue light draws a lot of stares.
Hmmm… Two unknown people at that, which probably explains why everyone looks suddenly almost as nervous as my cousin.
Welp! The only out is through and the best way to fix that reaction to seeing us is time and exposure. So, with a shrug, I force myself into motion. Gluing the[Scry] eye I used to find us an empty patch of sidewalk to the back of my head, I twirl around and beckon Weaver to follow me as I skip backwards down the street. "Come on, Weaver! I'm hungry!"
When she doesn't start moving immediately, I add, =If it helps, just remember they're way more afraid of you than you are of them.= For good measure, I tack on my [Scry] eye's view of people scrambling to get out of my way.
=Right.= Taylor starts forward and… I think she just nodded at me?
Hmmm… I didn't really think about how much they'd hide any sort of emoting when I set up the [Wards]. Something to consider for next time, I guess? For now I'll have to remember to really ham up my body language where possible. Then again… maybe I'll keep it? I mean, oh no, my costume forces me to be a Giant Ham? However shall I survive!?
…I wonder if 'the scenery' is tasty?
Ugh, I'm hungry. Why did getting ready have to take so… forever? Neither of us even wear makeup!
=Where are we going, anyway?= Weaver asks as she catches up.
=Nuh uh.= I twirl back around to face forward, [Scry] eye zipping off to peruse some menus. =You have to ask that out loud.=
=Seriously?=
=Yup!= I make a show of looking around. =Powers are like loaded guns.= I shove over a mental image of cartoon, chibi-fied, versions of us wandering down the same street waving Ak-47's at the crowd. =Caping is as much about reassuring the panicky villagers that you won't drown them in bees if they ask for help as it is convincing the villains that you absolutely will if they start shit.=
=...Fine.= Taylor huffs. "Where are we going anyway?"
=Try to be louder, but that was good.= I spread my arms and gesture at the myriad restaurants, shops, and such that are packed into both sides of the street. "I don't know yet! Right now we're just looking around at menus for anything that looks good." I let myself gawk like the tourist I guess I technically am, embracing the almost uncanny valley effect of being in the North End but also very much not. Like, I'm pretty sure that pizzeria right there should be a pastry shop.
...And now I want a cannoli! But no, Stomach, those are dessert not dinner. We need to find a-
"OH!" Reality intrudes upon my half-planned skit as I spot what I'm looking for way sooner than I expected to. I'd be upset but, you know, delicious food spotted! "Nevermind! We're eating there!"
Grabbing Weaver's arm, I drag her along behind me up to the hostess station of what the sign says is some place called 'Venetian Moon Ristorante.'
"Uh." The hostess's face flickers briefly through 'are we being robbed?' on its way to 'strained customer service smile' but that's fine. "...Welcome to the Venetian Moon."
"Hi." I wave. "Table for two please!"
"Right this way?" Her smile is still very strained and body language stiff as she turns to start leading us to a table.
Hmmm… I look down at myself and then over at Weaver.
Maybe… Maybe next time we do this we should buy some brighter color hoodies rather than just grabbing a few of Taylor's old ones and hastily [Mend]ing the shit out of them?
Or, you know, wear my actual costume when Tay- Weaver finishes making it.
Then again... Am I really gonna wanna get dressed all fancy and stuff up just to pick up food? If this place's Tortellini al Forno is any good then probably I'll be here often enough for them to just get used to me...
Hot hot hot!
Pulling my forkful of stuffed pasta, melted cheese, and port wine whatever-it-is goodness out of my mouth, I blow on it a few times before stuffing it back in.
=Mmmmm… so good! Are you sure you don't want to try any?=
=I'm fine.= Weaver shakes her head, slowly twisting up a forkful of her scampi and then putting it in her mouth without dripping anything on herself.
=More for me!= I shrug, only remembering to put more of my arms into than usual at the last moment. =Where were we?=
=You said you had some ideas about distancing our 'cape personas' from our civilian lives.=
=Right.= Taking a sip of water, I explain. =So, obviously the bit I said before we left about taking all those complaints I had about you needing to, like, at least pretend you need to look where you're going and yeeting them out the window while in costume will be a good start. Very Clark Kenting and whatnot.=
=...Who?=
Oh my god.
I stare at my cousin for a moment before remembering she can't actually see the face I'm making at her.
=He's…= Oh. Right. Alexandria kind of ate his whole shtick here. =Nevermind. Just… imagine some guy walks into a gay bar. He's good looking or whatever, and even has the same hair and face as, say… Legend. But… he slouches, and he's shy to the point of avoiding eye contact when he talks and… you get it, right? No one's going to think he's actually Legend even if plenty of people tell him the resemblance is uncanny.=
Weaver slumps forward, resting her face in her hands. =Did you just out Legend?=
=What? No. Taylor, everyone knows he's gay. It's, like, his thing.=
=Not that. I- Why do you know who Legend is?=
=Oh…= I laugh. =Yeah, no. I have no idea who Legend is.=
Which is kinda funny, really.
I mean, it might be fanon but I'm pretty sure Eidolon's name is David and obviously Alexandria is Becky. Hell, I'm even like… 90 percent-ish that Legend's husband is named Arthur. But Legend himself? I've never been able to remember his name. Mike? No, I'm pretty sure that's wrong.
And either way, none of that has anything to do with anything we were talking abou-
=He's not that 'Clark Kenting' guy you mentioned?=
=...No!= As much as I try not to outright laugh at my cousin, given the terrible associations that likely has for her from school, I can't help it. Fortunately, [Telepathy] means I don't need air to talk so even being nearly in tears from laughing too hard can't stop me from reassuring her. =I mean, he probably isbut, like… Clark Kent is Superman, from those old-timey comics and stuff?= I push across a mental image of the guy in question. The one I'm using is from the animated series which probably never existed here, but whatever. ='Clark Kenting' is just what people call the way he could like… hide in plain sight using just a pair of glasses and a lot of body language as a disguise.= I have the mental image of Superman do the spinning costume change thing, swapping his costume for glasses and business suit as he slouches into being Clark Kent.
=...Oh.=
=Yeah. Honestly, I'm probably the one that's going to have to work on that side of things the hardest given that I tend to be very… me… like all the time.=
=You don't say?=
"Pbbbbt!" I stick my tongue out at her as far as it will go and blow a raspberry. =Anyway…my next idea was that I think we should 'let slip' that we're sisters some time when we're out in costume.=
=I'm not saying no, but… Why?=
=Because it's both technically true-ish yet also not at all how we'd show up in any records if someone breaks the rules and goes looking.=
=You're… really concerned about that, aren't you?=
=Brockton Bay has Coil, who kidnaps Thinkers. Boston…= I wave my fork in a circle at the restaurant full of people watching, or in a few cases, aiming their phones at us. =...has Accord, who sells people that annoy him to the Yangban.=
=Seriously?=
=I'm fuzzy on the details but I'm pretty sure that's what happened to one of the Travelers.= I nod, bobbing my whole body up and down so she can see it even through the distortion ward. =I assume New York and etc all have their own less flashy but equally less savory sorts of villains even if the only ones I can name off the top of my head are, like, March and Butcher who are both more the 'murder the fuck out of your face' sort of dangerous.=
=Mmmm…= Weaver grunts in agreement. =Who's Mar…= Weaver trails off, suddenly sitting up and staring at… the wall?
=Something wrong?= I ask, stuffing another forkful of deliciousness into my face just in case we need to run.
=...Maybe?= I get an impression of a map with an arrow pointing at a fairly large section of a street a few blocks over. =A lot of people are moving towards their windows to stare at something and I think some of them are screaming?=
=Uh.= I set my fork back down on my plate. =Hang on.=
Putting a [Scry] a couple hundred meters above the buildings around us, I share the view with Weaver as I try to orient myself relative to her map. =Uh… Where?=
=Over this way.= She imagines an arrow into existence over the eye's field of vision and I send it careening off in the indicated direction.
Which quickly leads to us finding a… uh… =Is that a gorilla?=
=I think so?=
Okay then.
A large, as in twelve feet tall, leafy-green, gorilla-looking thing is absolutely booking it down Hanover street while a metallic teenager– Weld, presumably– sprints after it.
Welcome to Bizarro Boston, everyone.
=Honestly?= I turn to look at her. =I can't either.=
No. Wait, Brain, no. We're in public, and sort of in 'costume,' so it's Weaver who was whining into my brain. And it's Weaver I'm looking at now.
Like me, she's wearing one of her hoodies with a 'Hi, my name is: Weaver/Lexicon' sticker added to it, a pair of jeans, and a domino mask that I stuck a shaped 'hostile visual disruption' [Ward] onto. Honestly, even if it isn't at all what I originally set out to do, having anyone that looks under our hoods see nothing but a staticky blue glow while still letting us see and eat normally is definitely… glowing on me. I might need to make way dimmer for any kind of stealthy field work, but if I never figure out a way to make everyone just magically see their own face staring back at them from under my hood– Or helmet,or… whatever I settle on– then I think I might just keep doing this.
Unlike me though, she's standing stock still in that way she does when she's uncomfortable. Which, looking around, I can kind of understand. For all that Veirdian [Teleport] is the quiet, non-air-displacing variety, two people suddenly appearing on a crowded street in a flash of midnight blue light draws a lot of stares.
Hmmm… Two unknown people at that, which probably explains why everyone looks suddenly almost as nervous as my cousin.
Welp! The only out is through and the best way to fix that reaction to seeing us is time and exposure. So, with a shrug, I force myself into motion. Gluing the[Scry] eye I used to find us an empty patch of sidewalk to the back of my head, I twirl around and beckon Weaver to follow me as I skip backwards down the street. "Come on, Weaver! I'm hungry!"
When she doesn't start moving immediately, I add, =If it helps, just remember they're way more afraid of you than you are of them.= For good measure, I tack on my [Scry] eye's view of people scrambling to get out of my way.
=Right.= Taylor starts forward and… I think she just nodded at me?
Hmmm… I didn't really think about how much they'd hide any sort of emoting when I set up the [Wards]. Something to consider for next time, I guess? For now I'll have to remember to really ham up my body language where possible. Then again… maybe I'll keep it? I mean, oh no, my costume forces me to be a Giant Ham? However shall I survive!?
…I wonder if 'the scenery' is tasty?
Ugh, I'm hungry. Why did getting ready have to take so… forever? Neither of us even wear makeup!
=Where are we going, anyway?= Weaver asks as she catches up.
=Nuh uh.= I twirl back around to face forward, [Scry] eye zipping off to peruse some menus. =You have to ask that out loud.=
=Seriously?=
=Yup!= I make a show of looking around. =Powers are like loaded guns.= I shove over a mental image of cartoon, chibi-fied, versions of us wandering down the same street waving Ak-47's at the crowd. =Caping is as much about reassuring the panicky villagers that you won't drown them in bees if they ask for help as it is convincing the villains that you absolutely will if they start shit.=
=...Fine.= Taylor huffs. "Where are we going anyway?"
=Try to be louder, but that was good.= I spread my arms and gesture at the myriad restaurants, shops, and such that are packed into both sides of the street. "I don't know yet! Right now we're just looking around at menus for anything that looks good." I let myself gawk like the tourist I guess I technically am, embracing the almost uncanny valley effect of being in the North End but also very much not. Like, I'm pretty sure that pizzeria right there should be a pastry shop.
...And now I want a cannoli! But no, Stomach, those are dessert not dinner. We need to find a-
"OH!" Reality intrudes upon my half-planned skit as I spot what I'm looking for way sooner than I expected to. I'd be upset but, you know, delicious food spotted! "Nevermind! We're eating there!"
Grabbing Weaver's arm, I drag her along behind me up to the hostess station of what the sign says is some place called 'Venetian Moon Ristorante.'
"Uh." The hostess's face flickers briefly through 'are we being robbed?' on its way to 'strained customer service smile' but that's fine. "...Welcome to the Venetian Moon."
"Hi." I wave. "Table for two please!"
"Right this way?" Her smile is still very strained and body language stiff as she turns to start leading us to a table.
Hmmm… I look down at myself and then over at Weaver.
Maybe… Maybe next time we do this we should buy some brighter color hoodies rather than just grabbing a few of Taylor's old ones and hastily [Mend]ing the shit out of them?
Or, you know, wear my actual costume when Tay- Weaver finishes making it.
Then again... Am I really gonna wanna get dressed all fancy and stuff up just to pick up food? If this place's Tortellini al Forno is any good then probably I'll be here often enough for them to just get used to me...
Hot hot hot!
Pulling my forkful of stuffed pasta, melted cheese, and port wine whatever-it-is goodness out of my mouth, I blow on it a few times before stuffing it back in.
=Mmmmm… so good! Are you sure you don't want to try any?=
=I'm fine.= Weaver shakes her head, slowly twisting up a forkful of her scampi and then putting it in her mouth without dripping anything on herself.
=More for me!= I shrug, only remembering to put more of my arms into than usual at the last moment. =Where were we?=
=You said you had some ideas about distancing our 'cape personas' from our civilian lives.=
=Right.= Taking a sip of water, I explain. =So, obviously the bit I said before we left about taking all those complaints I had about you needing to, like, at least pretend you need to look where you're going and yeeting them out the window while in costume will be a good start. Very Clark Kenting and whatnot.=
=...Who?=
Oh my god.
I stare at my cousin for a moment before remembering she can't actually see the face I'm making at her.
=He's…= Oh. Right. Alexandria kind of ate his whole shtick here. =Nevermind. Just… imagine some guy walks into a gay bar. He's good looking or whatever, and even has the same hair and face as, say… Legend. But… he slouches, and he's shy to the point of avoiding eye contact when he talks and… you get it, right? No one's going to think he's actually Legend even if plenty of people tell him the resemblance is uncanny.=
Weaver slumps forward, resting her face in her hands. =Did you just out Legend?=
=What? No. Taylor, everyone knows he's gay. It's, like, his thing.=
=Not that. I- Why do you know who Legend is?=
=Oh…= I laugh. =Yeah, no. I have no idea who Legend is.=
Which is kinda funny, really.
I mean, it might be fanon but I'm pretty sure Eidolon's name is David and obviously Alexandria is Becky. Hell, I'm even like… 90 percent-ish that Legend's husband is named Arthur. But Legend himself? I've never been able to remember his name. Mike? No, I'm pretty sure that's wrong.
And either way, none of that has anything to do with anything we were talking abou-
=He's not that 'Clark Kenting' guy you mentioned?=
=...No!= As much as I try not to outright laugh at my cousin, given the terrible associations that likely has for her from school, I can't help it. Fortunately, [Telepathy] means I don't need air to talk so even being nearly in tears from laughing too hard can't stop me from reassuring her. =I mean, he probably isbut, like… Clark Kent is Superman, from those old-timey comics and stuff?= I push across a mental image of the guy in question. The one I'm using is from the animated series which probably never existed here, but whatever. ='Clark Kenting' is just what people call the way he could like… hide in plain sight using just a pair of glasses and a lot of body language as a disguise.= I have the mental image of Superman do the spinning costume change thing, swapping his costume for glasses and business suit as he slouches into being Clark Kent.
=...Oh.=
=Yeah. Honestly, I'm probably the one that's going to have to work on that side of things the hardest given that I tend to be very… me… like all the time.=
=You don't say?=
"Pbbbbt!" I stick my tongue out at her as far as it will go and blow a raspberry. =Anyway…my next idea was that I think we should 'let slip' that we're sisters some time when we're out in costume.=
=I'm not saying no, but… Why?=
=Because it's both technically true-ish yet also not at all how we'd show up in any records if someone breaks the rules and goes looking.=
=You're… really concerned about that, aren't you?=
=Brockton Bay has Coil, who kidnaps Thinkers. Boston…= I wave my fork in a circle at the restaurant full of people watching, or in a few cases, aiming their phones at us. =...has Accord, who sells people that annoy him to the Yangban.=
=Seriously?=
=I'm fuzzy on the details but I'm pretty sure that's what happened to one of the Travelers.= I nod, bobbing my whole body up and down so she can see it even through the distortion ward. =I assume New York and etc all have their own less flashy but equally less savory sorts of villains even if the only ones I can name off the top of my head are, like, March and Butcher who are both more the 'murder the fuck out of your face' sort of dangerous.=
=Mmmm…= Weaver grunts in agreement. =Who's Mar…= Weaver trails off, suddenly sitting up and staring at… the wall?
=Something wrong?= I ask, stuffing another forkful of deliciousness into my face just in case we need to run.
=...Maybe?= I get an impression of a map with an arrow pointing at a fairly large section of a street a few blocks over. =A lot of people are moving towards their windows to stare at something and I think some of them are screaming?=
=Uh.= I set my fork back down on my plate. =Hang on.=
Putting a [Scry] a couple hundred meters above the buildings around us, I share the view with Weaver as I try to orient myself relative to her map. =Uh… Where?=
=Over this way.= She imagines an arrow into existence over the eye's field of vision and I send it careening off in the indicated direction.
Which quickly leads to us finding a… uh… =Is that a gorilla?=
=I think so?=
Okay then.
A large, as in twelve feet tall, leafy-green, gorilla-looking thing is absolutely booking it down Hanover street while a metallic teenager– Weld, presumably– sprints after it.
Welcome to Bizarro Boston, everyone.
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Leafy... green ... gorilla?
Dammit, Blasto! Why you gotta be like this?
Dammit, Blasto! Why you gotta be like this?
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imma be honest here? Totally thought it was a Rillaboom XD Blast never even crossed my mind
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Honestly, my first thought was Genesis from the travelers
With the big irony being that this is the job that the MC referenced (where failing cause perdition to be sold to the yangban)
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Jane is SOON!(TM) chapters away from letting Clockblocker know it exists so...
'Cause I got high, because I got high, because I got high (la-la-ta, ta-ta-ra-ra)
Also, in this specific case, because Blasto doesn't exist in a vacuum and... Weld will explain.
I didn't know that Pokemon existed, but yeah... Replace the browns with other shades of green and that's basically what I was picturing in my head.
So.... funny story. I, and thus Jane, was pretty sure the Travellers already happened back in January.
But in trying to look it up, the only thing I could find was a Timeline saying they arrive in Boston in March.
So, either way, they aren't in Boston anymore/yet because it's currently February, but also yes, Jane potentially talked about an event that hasn't happened yet without knowing it.
Hmmm.... Yeah, Jane is kind of on a perpetual AND THEN AND THEN AND THEN sugar high isn't she lol?
Some of that is intentional in that like, I assume everyone knows what schools look like and can pretend Jane is standing in whatever middle school they went to.
But... yeah, there's probably a lot of room for some additional descriptive bits, though I suspect I'd have to go back and fiddle with some earlier chapters and have Jane stop to look at the scenery every now and then to make it seem consistent.
Something to think about.
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My first thought was Gorilla Grod, honestly.
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My focus wavers between my [Scry] eye and my dinner plate.
From what I can see from on high, the 'gorilla' has already caused a couple car accidents as people hurry to pull over and get out of its way but otherwise doesn't really seem to be attacking anyone per se apart from that. So… honestly, it's not that much worse for the already stop and go traffic than an ambulance with its lights on would be.
We could just continue eat-
Weaver, of course, immediately stands up and starts toward the exit.
I sigh. =What are you.= I stop myself, pushing my view of how many of the other patrons' eyes are now locked on to her. "What are you doing?" I ask a little louder than necessary for their benefit.
Fortunately, Weaver seems to grok what I'm doing pretty quickly, turning back to look at me and answering just as loudly. "...Stopping it?"
Part of me wants to ask her how exactly she plans to do that with bugs– In the middle of winter no less– but on top of having spent a not inconsiderable amount of effort trying to build up her opinion of her power… bugs are probably way better equipped to handle a gorilla made of leaves than they are Lungand… yeah.
Also, Weaver doesn't seem like she's in a mood to appreciate a half-joking suggestion that we become snowbirds, so instead I go with my other legitimate concern. "I know it's probably one of Blasto's… whatever-they're-calleds, but I don't think we're supposed to call them an 'it' until we confirm that they're not a Case 53." Which, as much empathy as my current situation may give me for their plight, Weaver and I are not the right people to handle.
Weld, on the other hand, is. Which is probably why a Ward is involved in this not-so-high speed chase to begin with?
…Or was the Brockton Bay wards being the only ones that saw combat regularly a fanon thing?
Weaver's head tilts to the side. "How do we tell the difference?"
I shrug, letting her question pull me from my tangent. "Probably by…" I groan. "…going out there and talking to them."
I can't see her face, obviously, but I don't need [Telepathy] to feel the impatience wafting off her as she makes an 'after you' gesture towards the door.
"Fiiine…" I sigh, glancing forlornly down at my delicious food before grabbing my napkin off my lap and tossing it on the table. "Let's go be heroes."
If nothing else, my statement seems to make our rapidly approaching waitress relax a little. Her smile even stops looking quite so forced as I dig my wad of cash out of my pocket and wave a bunch of it at her.
…Did she think we were going to just up and leave without paying? Are 'dine and dash villains' some kind of, like, thing here on Bet?
Whatever. Rounding up what I remember of the prices and then adding another twenty on top of that means I'm probably over paying by, like, a lot, but on the other hand… "Thanks…" I don't so much glance at her name badge as take full advantage of it being directly at eye level. "...Amanda. Can you box this up and set it aside for us?"
Halfway to the door already, Weaver whirls around and, I think, stares at me for a moment before remembering I can't see whatever face she's making at me. =Seriously!?=
"What?" I put my arms into shrugging at her. "I don't even know where you're going. It's not like we're walking there."
"...Right." Weaver doubletimes it back to me, holding out a hand.
=Get ready to run.= I grab her hand. =I'll drop us just behind Weld.=
I don't bother waiting for the blast of acknowledgement to become words before casting [Teleport].
The world flickers midnight blue and suddenly Weaver and I are the us that were already sprinting down the road after Weld.
Weaver stumbles the first step, not really having any way to actually be ready for the first step of suddenly-running! But she manages to use the hand I'm holding to catch herself and quickly finds her stride.
"Yo, Weld!" I yell, waving at him as his head whips around to stare at me. He doesn't stop running though, and only barely stumbles a little which is impressive, even if he immediately veers off to put some distance between us.
Ugh. Brighter color hoodies are moving from the maybe pile to the definitely pile. I'd roll my eyes at him, but it's not like he'd be able to tell, so I just ignore it and press on with the important question: "Is that a person?" I point, probably unnecessarily, at the leafy-gorilla-thing we're now all chasing. "Or one of Blasto's… whatchamacallits?"
Weld hesitates briefly, hand going to his ear, but then it drops back down as he veers back closer to us. "One of Blasto's!"
"You're sure?"
He nods. "The Teeth hit one of his labs and a bunch of these things came out to defend it before running off when the Protectorate showed up."
Ooooh… Yeah, 'everyone else is busy dealing with The Teeth,' does explain how a Ward might be let out on their own. "So… we're stopping it?"
Weld shakes his head. "Just keeping track of it until-" He cuts off, putting a hand to his ear and then looks our way. "If you can stop it, that'd be appreciated."
"Kay!" I try to nod, but putting my whole upper body into it to compensate for my current lack of face is… kinda hard… while sprinting down the road so I have no idea if he can tell.
Then I turn back to staring at the fleeing leaf-gorilla.
Damn. Can I stop it?
I eye my mana pool and run through my options.
…I should still be good to get us home? Well, as long as I don't fuck around any more than necessary.
That in mind, I use [Blink] rather than [Teleport] to become the me who's always been waiting in the middle of the road right where the cars have all already pulled out of the way.
=Jane!=
=What?= Aurifying [Stoneshape] and crossing my fingers, I pull a bunch of the road's underlayers out from under it, leaving the top centimeter or so in place, held up only by my will, while forming a low wall in between myself and the leaf-gorilla.
=You left me behind!=
=Bitch, I am not made of mana!=
Fortunately, the leaf-gorilla– Which, from the front, looks like it picked a fight with a wood chipper and somehow won.– decides to try and go over my deliberately insufficient barrier rather than around and I let the hollowed out road collapse right as it tries to put its weight on it.
=I don't even-= Weaver's response dissolves into a blast of irritated discontent. Or maybe I just lose focus on it, being too busy shoving the 'wall' forward as the gorilla's momentum forces it into my impromptu pit trap. Having the stone flow around its flailing limbs as it crashes down and re-solidify without letting it use that same stone as a handhold to grab onto to stop itself is a lot harder to do than describe.
I manage to get both legs and an arm, but the other arm slips free and takes a swing at me before I can grab it.
It misses, barely. A green blur just suddenly in my face before I can so much as blink, and then gone again as the wind of its passing buffets me, startles me into belatedly throwing myself backwards where I fall on my ass in an undignified heap.
Only 2?
…Hooray for landing squarely on the only part of me with any padding worth mentioning, I guess?
The leaf-gorilla continues struggling, even punching the ground to try and break free. Which, just in case I missed the green hand-shaped advert that whizzed past my face a moment ago, serves as a fairly stark reminder for future-Jane: Punch Wizards can cast [Fist] a lot faster than the one second global cooldown my spells work off of.
Fortunately, even at twelve feet tall, punching its way free from solid stone isn't really a viable solution in the short term. Just in case though, I crab walk backwards a bit and then stand up before letting…
…[Stoneshape] lapse.
Fucking now you level up? Whatever. More important things to worry about at the moment.
Like, for instance, watching to make sure the fused stone holding it doesn't immediately give out without my will backing it up.
It… doesn't seem to be? So, dusting off my pants, I try talking to it. "Yo!" I wave. "Are you a person in there? Can you talk or anything?"
Apart from continuing to try and break free, there's no reaction. Nor, as far as I can tell, are any of the noises it's making any kind of attempt to communicate with me. Not even to, like, flip me off or whatever.
Right. So… Person vs Thing hopefully settled, I guess it's time to… uh…
Huh.
I have no idea what I'm supposed to do next here.
Should I even be doing anything more here?
Shuffling sideways, I keep an eye on the leaf-gorilla as I make my way around it towards where Weld and Weaver seem to have been joined by some out of breath looking lady in purple spandex a short ways off.
No one's been covered in bees, which I assume is a good sign, even if they're both keeping their distance and Weld has his hand to his ear again.
"Hey!" I wave at them. "Old people!" I give the two teens and maybe-teen/maybe-twenty-something a moment to have their confused 'wait, does she mean me?' moment before I Vanna White at the leaf-gorilla. "What do we do with it now?"
Purple-lady looks up from her hands on knees catching-my-breath position but all she 'says' is a wheezing noise before flailing an arm at Weld who gamely picks up the slack. "Do with it?"
"Yeah." I smack a fist into my palm. "Does Console just want us to squish it so it stops trying to escape?" I point at where it's continuing to try and do just that. "Or are these things, like, a hazmat issue now?"
"Ah." Weld gestures at his earpiece. "That's what we've been discussing."
Purple-lady loudly sucks in a deep breath and then tries talking again. "Can you even 'squish' it? They've proven surprisingly durable in the past."
"Really?" I ask. "The thing's front half is kinda shredded."
"This one ran through one of Vex's fields and kept going."
Vex… Vex… "Oh. That's the razor glitter force field… uh… dude-lady-person, right?"
"I don't think anyone would call her a Lady, but yes."
"Fair enough and in that case…" I call up [Stoneshape]'s new box.
Oof. Now there's a transition level if I ever saw one. Very promising implications for what level 10 will look like, but still, oooooof.
"...Maybe?"
Purple-lady nods. "We have the go ahead for you to try then."
I make a point of looking to Weaver.
=What?=
=Pretty sure she means 'my boss wants to know more about what you can do without actually asking you about what you can do' so… I'm being equally obvious about saying she's not the boss of me it's your call without actually saying I care more about your opinion than theirs.=
=That's...= Weaver more huffs than laughs, but it's a start. =They've already seen you do the rocks thing, and…= Weaver shrugs. "It's not like we can just leave it there."
"Fair enough." Cracking my knuckles I turn back toward the gorilla thing. "I would feel kinda bad about adding to the city's pothole collection, let alone something like, well… that." I gesture broadly at the huge mess I made out of the road.
I get three steps forward before pausing and turning back around as I realize I never actually got an answer on the hazmat thing. "And we're sure it's not, like, toxic or anything?"
Purple-lady shakes her head. "None of the others have been."
"Kay." I nod, skipping back over to my leafy opponent and watching it for a moment.
Hmmm… I was originally going to hit it with a big rock or maybe a stone spike but if it can run through Vex's razor field with only cosmetic damage then…
Aurifying [Stoneshape] I- Woah…
…I get distracted briefly by the much larger radius of my stonesense aura. I guess this might be doable after all.
Double checking there's nothing that feels like a pipe under or between the gorilla and I, I start slowly lifting up another section of road a short distance away. I try to keep the asphalt and it's supporting sand and gravel layers together a single chunk as best I can as I expose the base dirt buried way down there, setting it all down all out of the way for later. Then, I start shifting said dirt and random rocks out from under the gorilla by pulling it all down, over, and then up though the new hole in the road until I have a large pit beneath the gorilla and an equally large blob of dirt floating next to me.
Lowering the gorilla into the pit by the fused stone wrapped around three of it's limbs, I dump the dirt on top of it until its filled in enough that I can grab the other arm and force that down too as I add even more dirt on top and level the top off. That done, I put the slab of road, sand, and gravel from the new hold back into place, re-fusing the asphalt together.
Now what do I do with the left over dirt?
…Oh, right, duh,
Keeping hold of the dirt in the pit and pressing it down so the gorilla can't escape, I-
…Oh.
From what I can see from on high, the 'gorilla' has already caused a couple car accidents as people hurry to pull over and get out of its way but otherwise doesn't really seem to be attacking anyone per se apart from that. So… honestly, it's not that much worse for the already stop and go traffic than an ambulance with its lights on would be.
We could just continue eat-
Weaver, of course, immediately stands up and starts toward the exit.
I sigh. =What are you.= I stop myself, pushing my view of how many of the other patrons' eyes are now locked on to her. "What are you doing?" I ask a little louder than necessary for their benefit.
Fortunately, Weaver seems to grok what I'm doing pretty quickly, turning back to look at me and answering just as loudly. "...Stopping it?"
Part of me wants to ask her how exactly she plans to do that with bugs– In the middle of winter no less– but on top of having spent a not inconsiderable amount of effort trying to build up her opinion of her power… bugs are probably way better equipped to handle a gorilla made of leaves than they are Lungand… yeah.
Also, Weaver doesn't seem like she's in a mood to appreciate a half-joking suggestion that we become snowbirds, so instead I go with my other legitimate concern. "I know it's probably one of Blasto's… whatever-they're-calleds, but I don't think we're supposed to call them an 'it' until we confirm that they're not a Case 53." Which, as much empathy as my current situation may give me for their plight, Weaver and I are not the right people to handle.
Weld, on the other hand, is. Which is probably why a Ward is involved in this not-so-high speed chase to begin with?
…Or was the Brockton Bay wards being the only ones that saw combat regularly a fanon thing?
Weaver's head tilts to the side. "How do we tell the difference?"
I shrug, letting her question pull me from my tangent. "Probably by…" I groan. "…going out there and talking to them."
I can't see her face, obviously, but I don't need [Telepathy] to feel the impatience wafting off her as she makes an 'after you' gesture towards the door.
"Fiiine…" I sigh, glancing forlornly down at my delicious food before grabbing my napkin off my lap and tossing it on the table. "Let's go be heroes."
If nothing else, my statement seems to make our rapidly approaching waitress relax a little. Her smile even stops looking quite so forced as I dig my wad of cash out of my pocket and wave a bunch of it at her.
…Did she think we were going to just up and leave without paying? Are 'dine and dash villains' some kind of, like, thing here on Bet?
Whatever. Rounding up what I remember of the prices and then adding another twenty on top of that means I'm probably over paying by, like, a lot, but on the other hand… "Thanks…" I don't so much glance at her name badge as take full advantage of it being directly at eye level. "...Amanda. Can you box this up and set it aside for us?"
Halfway to the door already, Weaver whirls around and, I think, stares at me for a moment before remembering I can't see whatever face she's making at me. =Seriously!?=
"What?" I put my arms into shrugging at her. "I don't even know where you're going. It's not like we're walking there."
"...Right." Weaver doubletimes it back to me, holding out a hand.
=Get ready to run.= I grab her hand. =I'll drop us just behind Weld.=
I don't bother waiting for the blast of acknowledgement to become words before casting [Teleport].
The world flickers midnight blue and suddenly Weaver and I are the us that were already sprinting down the road after Weld.
Weaver stumbles the first step, not really having any way to actually be ready for the first step of suddenly-running! But she manages to use the hand I'm holding to catch herself and quickly finds her stride.
"Yo, Weld!" I yell, waving at him as his head whips around to stare at me. He doesn't stop running though, and only barely stumbles a little which is impressive, even if he immediately veers off to put some distance between us.
Ugh. Brighter color hoodies are moving from the maybe pile to the definitely pile. I'd roll my eyes at him, but it's not like he'd be able to tell, so I just ignore it and press on with the important question: "Is that a person?" I point, probably unnecessarily, at the leafy-gorilla-thing we're now all chasing. "Or one of Blasto's… whatchamacallits?"
Weld hesitates briefly, hand going to his ear, but then it drops back down as he veers back closer to us. "One of Blasto's!"
"You're sure?"
He nods. "The Teeth hit one of his labs and a bunch of these things came out to defend it before running off when the Protectorate showed up."
Ooooh… Yeah, 'everyone else is busy dealing with The Teeth,' does explain how a Ward might be let out on their own. "So… we're stopping it?"
Weld shakes his head. "Just keeping track of it until-" He cuts off, putting a hand to his ear and then looks our way. "If you can stop it, that'd be appreciated."
"Kay!" I try to nod, but putting my whole upper body into it to compensate for my current lack of face is… kinda hard… while sprinting down the road so I have no idea if he can tell.
Then I turn back to staring at the fleeing leaf-gorilla.
Damn. Can I stop it?
I eye my mana pool and run through my options.
…I should still be good to get us home? Well, as long as I don't fuck around any more than necessary.
That in mind, I use [Blink] rather than [Teleport] to become the me who's always been waiting in the middle of the road right where the cars have all already pulled out of the way.
=Jane!=
=What?= Aurifying [Stoneshape] and crossing my fingers, I pull a bunch of the road's underlayers out from under it, leaving the top centimeter or so in place, held up only by my will, while forming a low wall in between myself and the leaf-gorilla.
=You left me behind!=
=Bitch, I am not made of mana!=
Fortunately, the leaf-gorilla– Which, from the front, looks like it picked a fight with a wood chipper and somehow won.– decides to try and go over my deliberately insufficient barrier rather than around and I let the hollowed out road collapse right as it tries to put its weight on it.
=I don't even-= Weaver's response dissolves into a blast of irritated discontent. Or maybe I just lose focus on it, being too busy shoving the 'wall' forward as the gorilla's momentum forces it into my impromptu pit trap. Having the stone flow around its flailing limbs as it crashes down and re-solidify without letting it use that same stone as a handhold to grab onto to stop itself is a lot harder to do than describe.
I manage to get both legs and an arm, but the other arm slips free and takes a swing at me before I can grab it.
It misses, barely. A green blur just suddenly in my face before I can so much as blink, and then gone again as the wind of its passing buffets me, startles me into belatedly throwing myself backwards where I fall on my ass in an undignified heap.
| Fell for 2 HP damage! |
Only 2?
…Hooray for landing squarely on the only part of me with any padding worth mentioning, I guess?
The leaf-gorilla continues struggling, even punching the ground to try and break free. Which, just in case I missed the green hand-shaped advert that whizzed past my face a moment ago, serves as a fairly stark reminder for future-Jane: Punch Wizards can cast [Fist] a lot faster than the one second global cooldown my spells work off of.
Fortunately, even at twelve feet tall, punching its way free from solid stone isn't really a viable solution in the short term. Just in case though, I crab walk backwards a bit and then stand up before letting…
| Stoneshape level up! |
…[Stoneshape] lapse.
Fucking now you level up? Whatever. More important things to worry about at the moment.
Like, for instance, watching to make sure the fused stone holding it doesn't immediately give out without my will backing it up.
It… doesn't seem to be? So, dusting off my pants, I try talking to it. "Yo!" I wave. "Are you a person in there? Can you talk or anything?"
Apart from continuing to try and break free, there's no reaction. Nor, as far as I can tell, are any of the noises it's making any kind of attempt to communicate with me. Not even to, like, flip me off or whatever.
Right. So… Person vs Thing hopefully settled, I guess it's time to… uh…
Huh.
I have no idea what I'm supposed to do next here.
Should I even be doing anything more here?
Shuffling sideways, I keep an eye on the leaf-gorilla as I make my way around it towards where Weld and Weaver seem to have been joined by some out of breath looking lady in purple spandex a short ways off.
No one's been covered in bees, which I assume is a good sign, even if they're both keeping their distance and Weld has his hand to his ear again.
"Hey!" I wave at them. "Old people!" I give the two teens and maybe-teen/maybe-twenty-something a moment to have their confused 'wait, does she mean me?' moment before I Vanna White at the leaf-gorilla. "What do we do with it now?"
Purple-lady looks up from her hands on knees catching-my-breath position but all she 'says' is a wheezing noise before flailing an arm at Weld who gamely picks up the slack. "Do with it?"
"Yeah." I smack a fist into my palm. "Does Console just want us to squish it so it stops trying to escape?" I point at where it's continuing to try and do just that. "Or are these things, like, a hazmat issue now?"
"Ah." Weld gestures at his earpiece. "That's what we've been discussing."
Purple-lady loudly sucks in a deep breath and then tries talking again. "Can you even 'squish' it? They've proven surprisingly durable in the past."
"Really?" I ask. "The thing's front half is kinda shredded."
"This one ran through one of Vex's fields and kept going."
Vex… Vex… "Oh. That's the razor glitter force field… uh… dude-lady-person, right?"
"I don't think anyone would call her a Lady, but yes."
"Fair enough and in that case…" I call up [Stoneshape]'s new box.
| Stoneshape 7, 1 minute per level, medium range. Slowly move large amounts of stone and sand OR gain fine control over medium amounts of stone and sand for 2 minute per level of Stoneshape. 55 MP Quickly move minor amounts of stone and sand around you for 1 minute per level of the spell. Fine control. 50 MP |
Oof. Now there's a transition level if I ever saw one. Very promising implications for what level 10 will look like, but still, oooooof.
"...Maybe?"
Purple-lady nods. "We have the go ahead for you to try then."
I make a point of looking to Weaver.
=What?=
=Pretty sure she means 'my boss wants to know more about what you can do without actually asking you about what you can do' so… I'm being equally obvious about saying she's not the boss of me it's your call without actually saying I care more about your opinion than theirs.=
=That's...= Weaver more huffs than laughs, but it's a start. =They've already seen you do the rocks thing, and…= Weaver shrugs. "It's not like we can just leave it there."
"Fair enough." Cracking my knuckles I turn back toward the gorilla thing. "I would feel kinda bad about adding to the city's pothole collection, let alone something like, well… that." I gesture broadly at the huge mess I made out of the road.
I get three steps forward before pausing and turning back around as I realize I never actually got an answer on the hazmat thing. "And we're sure it's not, like, toxic or anything?"
Purple-lady shakes her head. "None of the others have been."
"Kay." I nod, skipping back over to my leafy opponent and watching it for a moment.
Hmmm… I was originally going to hit it with a big rock or maybe a stone spike but if it can run through Vex's razor field with only cosmetic damage then…
Aurifying [Stoneshape] I- Woah…
…I get distracted briefly by the much larger radius of my stonesense aura. I guess this might be doable after all.
Double checking there's nothing that feels like a pipe under or between the gorilla and I, I start slowly lifting up another section of road a short distance away. I try to keep the asphalt and it's supporting sand and gravel layers together a single chunk as best I can as I expose the base dirt buried way down there, setting it all down all out of the way for later. Then, I start shifting said dirt and random rocks out from under the gorilla by pulling it all down, over, and then up though the new hole in the road until I have a large pit beneath the gorilla and an equally large blob of dirt floating next to me.
Lowering the gorilla into the pit by the fused stone wrapped around three of it's limbs, I dump the dirt on top of it until its filled in enough that I can grab the other arm and force that down too as I add even more dirt on top and level the top off. That done, I put the slab of road, sand, and gravel from the new hold back into place, re-fusing the asphalt together.
Now what do I do with the left over dirt?
…Oh, right, duh,
Keeping hold of the dirt in the pit and pressing it down so the gorilla can't escape, I-
| You have slain Leaf-Gorilla D! 40% Participation +39480 exp |
Level up! +2 Ability Points |
…Oh.
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only works for those that visited american middle schools, pretty much the eintre rest of the world has a different school system...
i guess jane will be an eager participant for culling any (bio-)tinker creations eg popping over to eagleton or ellisburg
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since you beat me to the plagueon joke, i'm gonna praise the chapters as well as joke about this universe's GM giving out more XP/Unlocks for combat wins rhyming with the Worm "conflict drive" thing.
and Jane can look at the scenery as she chews it extra hard to make up for the Biblical Plague that walks (but doesn't emote )
and Jane can look at the scenery as she chews it extra hard to make up for the Biblical Plague that walks (but doesn't emote )
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I'm pretty sure beating and capturing someone would provide experience as well, but regardless, between most (all?) people not providing significant experience, the way you can get points from leveling skills and creating spells(even ineffective ones), and the fact that Thinker powers aren't conceptual magic, I doubt any Thinker would produce that as a result, certainly not as anything close to a first result.
Speaking of getting points from making spells @Aetheron how does making new spells not covered by the script work here? Can Rozeta sense what is going on and affect things in Worm?
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