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[Blue burrowing critter]

He froze, completely and utterly, below him, among the now waterlogged and ruined streets of Madrid, Leviathan did as well, before the beast began to retreat with Blasters and Shakers still pouring damage onto him, barely even cosmetic damage in truth.

He watched the creature flee, and dropped his powers, the building energy in his hands dissipated and-

Oh, he was falling, he couldn't even summon the will to care really, his mind felt broken, he raised both hands to his masked face and held in a scream of undiluted sorrow.

All of it, all of this, how many people had he killed?

And all of it over my own damned pride, ego or something even more pathetic?

He grit his teeth so hard they shattered, he hadn't noticed the Brute power taking the place of the Blaster…

The pain was there, but numbed to practically nothing, by his current power or just his mind he had no idea, didn't really care either.

I hit the ground hard, landing on rain slick stone, pain for just a moment and the inability to feel the lower half of his body before feeling returned and he was back to peak condition.

I just stared at the sky, I closed my eyes and tried feel my power, drain the power from the Shards of dead Capes to restore my own power and-

Like a switch being flipped I felt that fading fourth power slot revitalize and grow back to matching the other three main slots, I felt a block in my mind vanish into nothing and…

And even after all that I could only bring myself to think of myself and my personal power, my oh so important strength.

I hated it, all of it, I sagged even deeper into myself and slowly rose to my feet.

A pair of Thinker powers, one to let me think and calm down and the other to detect people, Telekinesis and a Blaster power that didn't work on anything living.

I whirled around and stared at the city, taking to the sky in an instant, powers ramping up to full potency faster than they ever had before.

I could never call myself a Hero, but right now the world needed Eidolon, and I sure as hell wasn't going to fail like this again.

And so, I got to work on search and rescue, going from broken building to broken building saving whoever I could, once my head was clear enough I swapped out that Thinker power, and swapped out the replacement power, a Shaker Stranger power, to get a decent Healing power which I held onto.

The Telekinesis was a pretty strong one, but with how much work I was putting in with it, lifting debris half a mile away without line of sight it made sense I was straining on this building.

One of the larger ones in Madrid, lower floors completely flooded and enough damage to limit the mobility of the people inside and I had to cut my way in with the laser, careful not to hurt anyone, it couldn't kill people directly but it obviously wouldn't be pleasant.

Getting people to safety so they could be taken to the shelters nearby, healing some of the more threatening injuries.

Finding a little girl with a piece of debris impaling her chest, collapsing a lung and breaking a rib, the girl's mother crying and screaming and he just barely prevented her death, the mother thanking him with everything she had in relief and joy.

He caused this, every thank's hurt more than the last, he caused this, he didn't deserve applause or praise he deserved to be thrown into the deepest hole the world could find and left to rot.

He moved on, saving more people from the catastrophe he caused, not stopping until every survivor had been rescued and the ruined city was left with only those he'd killed in his arrogance.

He met up with Alexandria, Legend and…

Hero, dated to die in a few shirt year to William Manton, the Siberian.

It wouldn't happen, he swore it, they would beat Zion and save the world, it wouldn't make right what he'd caused, but any amends was better than giving in to despair.

He would not give up, could not give up, never.

He barely registered their concerns, his fall from the sky when Leviathan fled, him prioritizing the people instead of attacking the fleeing Endbringer and more.

This was the shortest and least devastating Endbringer attack to date, only 6% casualties and that counted both killed and injured, their would be celebration for what was seen by almost everyone else as a great victory.

He felt it, deep in his soul, a promise, to the world, it would never have Eidolon the greatest hero, but it would have a protector, and just maybe.

A savior.

 

[Blue burrowing critter]

She fluttered her eyes open as she got up, shimmying out of the pile of sleeping bodies and making her way towards her bathroom to splash some water on her face when she walked face first into a wall.

It didn't hurt at all, in fact she cracked the stone, it jolted her awake and pushed down some of her morning grogginess.

A grogginess that disappeared quickly as a jolt went through her entire being, deeper even in a way she couldn't describe, a piece that was there suddenly remembering its purpose.

Quarrel, Butcher 14, the Teeth, my Teeth, WORM.

Thank god they have alcohol.

Shuffling out of the room and heading towards the kitchen I do my best to ignore the blood and other filth splattered around, along with the mountain of stress, fear and existential dread boiling in the back of my mind.

I stop in the hallway, knowing I forgot something, I look down at myself, my naked body fully exposed…

Well I'm not going back there, frowning I trudge onward, feeling a couple of niggling feelings in the back of my mind or some approximation of it, 14 separate niggling…

Things that felt like they wanted to be used, I didn't know exactly how to but I had the uncomfortable thought that I would just have to push the tiniest bit to activate one of the…

The power's, let's not sugarcoat that one, I'm Butcher 14 and have super powers.

Honest to God super powers that came from alien space whale parasites.

I'm gonna put a pin in that one I think with a grimace as a shudder runs through me.

Ignore that for now, first, food and something to drink.

I can get clothes later, once I'm far away from these lunatics.

Finally getting to the kitchen I have hold back from wretching at the smell alone, and the fucking meat, the Teeth are fucking cannibals and it's disgusting!

I run out of the kitchen, any appetite I might have had now thouraly gone I just stand there in the hallway feeling as dirty as the room around me looks.

Memories, thoughts and feelings slowly trickling into my mind, like remembering an old friend but in this case it's nothing but gore and other assorted horrors and…

And I'm shaking now, it's too much, to. Fucking. Much!

So I stand there for a few more moments and process that, then I decide to get away from the freak show.

Why not try and take out the Teeth while there asleep? why not kill these evil pieces of shit? Why…

I'm… not a killer, I don't have the nerve for this and I'll fuck it up if I try, I might have the powers, the element of surprise and more, but there all pychos and murders and god knows what else, just better to leave and I don't know, call the PRT?

No clothes, no phone, no identity, nothing but myself and my asenine morals that are more likely to get me killed in this cluster fuck shit hole of a world…

I freeze as I here a noise, could have been a scream, could have been a TV, could have been anything really.

'…Could have been the wind too' I think as I frantically look around, looking for a way out of this nightmare.

I have a lightbulb moment as I look from my hand to the wall beside me, a wall that I hope leads outside, it's still early morning and dark outside, so running naked should be that dangerous.

I would really rather not have to steal clothes but this is earth Bet, I can bet there's a closed shop somewhere that has clothes or something.

Even I can tell that pun was bad.

Pulling back my arm I close my eyes and punch the wall as hard as I can, completely shattering it into dust and fragments.

And I definitely just woke every single one of these lunatics up, I gotta run for it!

I breath a little sigh of relief when I get outside, it's pretty dark still and looks like it's starting to rain, which should make visibility even worse.

I start running, completely naked in the early morning as it's starting to rain, what a sight I must be right now…

I here a bit of ruckus just before I get beyond eyesight of the abandoned building the Teeth were living in and the rainfall grows in intensity, a roar and a light show, Animos and Vex.

I don't stop until I'm well away from them, I don't stop until I'm completely drenched and standing outside of a store with closed sign and a fairly run down look to it, how long did I run for?

I stopped trying to keep track by the what fiftieth turn?

It doesn't matter, I'm away from those monsters, pushing on the door shows it's locked, but a small push of my matter manipulation shuts down that resistance.

Fully realizing what I'd just done doesn't really set in until I've gotten in and locked it behind me and began making my way towards the clothes aisle, my body dripping wet as my feet met dust covered floors.

I glance at the door and stare for a brief moment and really let it sink in, with the super strength I guess there was a tiny bit of deniability but that was manipulating matter with my mind to unlock a door!

I really have super powers…

I turned back towards the clothes and look through them, it felt too convenient, but I deserved a little convenience in return for being dropped into WORM of all universe's, so I'd take it.

I settled on an oversized grey jacket, a black short sleeve shirt, some nice black sweatpants and kinda matching boxers that id probably wear even if they had panties of any kind, they had a single bra that fit my new larger one's bright fucken pink, but beggars can't be choosers so after waiting a bit to dry I put the clothes on and it felt so nice to finally have clothes on again.

It was getting pretty light out so after grabbing a few other miscellaneous bits and bobs like shoes and socks and so on, I did the lock trick again to get into the back room and sat down and frowned.

I was a regenerating Noctis cape, I was going to have to get used to not sleeping and not getting tired, I felt mentally drained though it wasn't as bad as I felt it should have been.

I'd run a dozen marathons out there and I didn't even feel winded, in fact I felt more energized then ever in my entire life.

But all I could bring myself to do with that energy was to sit down and think about how nice it would be to be sleepy right now…

A/N all criticism is welcome and appreciated, would be thankful for any comments about the fic!

 

[Blue burrowing critter]

Author note, had a few funny ideas in mind, so hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1 Why so glum chum?

Dalton Greyjoy…

Honestly? Could be worse, much worse.

The Red Kraken wasn't nearly as bogged down in hard point events that defined who they were like so many others, or as caught up in major events.

He was a side piece of the dance of dragons, the worst war in the history of Westeros until the war of the five Kings and the continuation of conflict directly after it.

In short, I had options!

Options that were pretty clearly outlined by my position as heir and soon to be Lord of the Iron Island's, and my ability to commit mass homicide.

Which is precisely where the problems began, I had to learn how to murder people, I had to be strong to do literally anything, if I was weak I'd just die and my little brother would become Lord, nothing against my brother, I really did like him and he was family but he was kinda stupid.

And learning how to sail and fight, to do all the evil pirate stuff and earn respect of my family and my future vassals.

There was a lot of pressure on me as the heir, and things didn't seem to want to go my way, and shit got significantly worse when I got the smartass idea to go steal the unsullied like Daenerys and fuck shit up in Essos, pretty sure I was drunk at the time, I blame the Dornish.

So no shit there I was, so and so speaking about the price of the unsullied and how much they would cost, now I was still pretty drunk at this point, so I'm pretty sure I said something along the lines of "dick less fucks can't fight for shit, like you!" So he was understandably pissed, and I'm pretty sure he would have ordered me murdered, customer or not if the other "good master" or whatever they called themselves wasn't incredibly amused by me insulting his fellow.

They promptly started arguing about it, and I was still not sober. Why would I drink before an important meeting like this, you might ask?

I plead the third, or whatever it is that justifies my right to get drunk whenever I feel like it.

I had to deal with iron born every day, sue me for needing a drink every once in a while.

My men also seemed highly amused and unconcerned by the situation, the bunch of pricks that they were, they'd grown used to my particular brand of insanity by this point, I'd have to try harder to surprise them at this rate…

Anyway, I, being the Pinnacle of masculine awesomeness and drunken fury that I am, proceeded to do the only thing that seemed reasonable to my alcohol-addled mind when a little bitch was threatening to murder me.

I murdered him first!

I straight played fruit ninja in real life with his limbs and Nightfall t'was awesome and glorious stuff I tell you.

Grabbing the whip thing to gain control of the unsullied or something as I screamed my voice horse yelling at them to murder all the good masters, and they seemed all too happy to comply.

I then just kinda wandered off to find some more booze, accompanied by my lads and drinking buddies from home. I didn't manage to find much strong stuff but there was plenty of exotic food and drinks and such.

I eventually blacked out and woke up back on the ship in my bedroom with my new army of eunuch soldiers, I had the men gather up all the gold and slaves in the city, anyone below twenty would be left free, the rest would be taken as thralls, any of the good masters above twenty would be sent to the wall, the block, hung or drowned or crucified and other assorted punishments.

I was now the owner of a whole free city, not free more like under new management, which was pretty funny I'll be honest, but was probably bound to cause problems with the Iron throne, meh I'll just bribe him with this ludicrous amount of gold I now have.

I'd have to visit Daemon and Corlys, see if we get something out to deal with the Triarchy, cause I have a feeling they might not be pleased with me taking Astapor, Bravos and Pentos could also be possibilities as allies.

Or I could just steal everything of value that wasn't nailed down, some of the stuff that was nailed down and burn the rest.


Author note, how is it so far?

 

[Blue burrowing critter]

S9 Job Applications


"So Rachel I'm looking at your application and I couldn't help but note the amount of vulgar language, now note that's the only problem I could find in your application, and with Sibby putting in such a good word for you I think your a shoe in for this position, what do ya say?"



Rachel grunt's what might be a vulgar insult or question for clarification.



"What was that?"



"I said were the fuck are my dogs!"




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"So, Alec Jean-Paul Vasil- wait, is that really your name?"



"Yep" Alec says, popping the P, just absently looking for a way out of this predicament.



"Needs work, now in all fairness I think you have some real potential here, but my main concern here is your working relationship with your previous teams and possibly friction in my organization, your relationship with Cherish in particular could cause problems-"



"That's certainly a way of putting it i suppose, she only chose me for shits and giggles you know?"



"Im aware yes, now onto my next point-




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"I love what you've done with the place, real classy like, just my style Labyrinth, Elle right?"



Burnscar Is seen positively burning with excitement in the background behind Jack, even the fire not numbing her excitement over getting to possibly recruit Elle.



Faultline, injured, tries to speak but can only grunt in pain over her injuries.



Elle just stared at Jack, tears and terror written large across her face.



A/N seems like something Jack would do, if for nothing else then the lols, all criticism is welcome and appreciated.

 

[Blue burrowing critter]

There are many things one might expect to experience in their life.

'oh shit, oh fuck, oh shit, oh fuck!' I recite to myself as I dodge a blast from Legend, send a blast of my own to keep Alexandria away.

This was certainly not one of them, I assure you.

'Wait where's Her-' my thoughts are interrupted as I'm forced to summon up a massive shield between myself and the massive explosion, probably Hero using a bomb on me or something.

Inserted into Eidolon, or David in whatever civilian life I barely had in this world, ROB had been 'generous' and… well I won't bore you with the details, but basically I got to be the strongest…

As long as I was the villain.

Pretty terrible deal In hindsight…

'Ugh, what am I doing, get your head in the game David!' I summon up a twister to send all the smoke and debris at them, thankfully it looks like the area is pretty clear of people.

'Finally' I mutter as I prepare to shatter the entire block, a shaker power that works kinda like the all spark in the Bayvers transformers, bringing machines to life.

A sniper shot pings on my forcefields, 'behind' I whirl, quickly spotting…

Miss Militia…?

Why the hell was she here?

I charge a blast to send her way, but she's already been teleported away.

'Annoying,' I launch the blast anyway, destroying the roof and a good portion of the building.

I roll my eyes as I shoot up into the sky and settle on the tallest skyscraper nearby.

"You sorry lot need children to do your losing for you now?" My dry comment is met with a laser blast, which is dodged easily enough.

"A scathing retort I assure you." Dry, sarcastic, unimpressed.

Make it look like I'm not practically constipated with terror and guilt and other unwanted emotions right now.

Confidence is king after all, real or imagined.

Alexandria rockets through the chaos with almost certainly murder in her eyes behind that visor.

I shift her momentum and the gravity around her towards the building itself, smashing her through the window glass and solid concrete.

Lightly and casually I step off the roof fall through a portal across the city, Alexandria blast through the roof and follows me.

I flip the portal as she enters and she's unable to stop her momentum in time, well I gave her a little push anyway, but semantics aside.

Giving her a little wave as I close the portal, slow and deliberate to piss her off.

The heat from her glare intensifies, that or the Sahara desert heat is leaking through the portal.

My bets on her rage in any case.

'That should give me two minutes or so without her…' I muse silently as I turn around to face the girl standing at the center of the roof.

Pale, trembling, a cigarette falling from between her fingers followed by a lighter.

"Those things kill you know…" I say matter of factly.

"...you may now flee in terror." I watch her go, scrambling to get as far as possible from me as possible in as little time as she can manage.

Being evil sucks.

I pulled out my handy dandy evil checklist for the day…

"Number 11 - Kick A Puppy"

A breath escapes me as I rub my mask where my nose would be in irritation.

At least I can check off number 12 early.

"Number 12 - Something 'Racist'"

Unintentional, but I'll take it, sending Alexandria to Africa counted for that one, and once I was done with number 11, that would be it for today!

Now we're the hell am I going to find a puppy?

 

[Thiccc Shaedy]

So... are all these stories set in Worm? If not, then you might wanna include the fandom/source material in the threadmark. Adding a little summary in an AN or a spoiler at the start of each chapter might be nice, too.