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Goblin Queen [Worm/Exalted][CrossPost]



The massive steel alloyed door sealed itself shut with barely a sound. The only signs of its movement was the change in air pressure and the cessation of the sound of the torrential downpour mere meters away outside.

The soft but solid sounding thump from the walls and door as the inner wheel stopped turning was a good sign that the door was secure. While the materials that made up the Shelter were tinker fabricated materials, the basic design... wasn't.

Each and every Endbringer Shelter was designed by architects in the employ of Fortress Construction. True, the materials were created by Tinker designed and built factories, but the basic designed did not require actual tinkers or thinkers. No, that work fell to professional architects who were given details on the limitations of the materials available to them.

More than that, they were given a list of requirements. A challenge for the skilled, to squeeze as much shelter capacity in as little space available with the materials and equipment provided. There was also the understanding of the need for as much redundancy involved.

Thus were the Endbringer shelter vaults designed, by the mundane men and women who might one day seek refugee in them.

He had been one of the last to enter, knapsack resting against his back, head turned just so to see the police officers pull the vault door shut.

Once, he would have been standing on the side of that door. Putting his life on the line to protect the city from villains and monsters alike.

But that had been long ago. He had been young in those days. Been in better shape. All of that had been before that night, before that fight with the bastard Marquis.

Before he had been hospitalized, where his life had hung on a thin razor edge while surgeons in the pay of the Protectorate and PRT had operated on him.

Because of Marquis, he could never be an active hero again. Because of that bastard, he could never run as he had... and when the weather changed like it had been at the approach of Leviathan... he could feel it in his bones, the dull ache a sign of the grave injuries done to him and which had never healed properly.

As he walked stiffly into depths the shelter vault, he used his power to keep air around his body warm. The lighting was cold and harsh, almost incandescent that normal florescent light couldn't match. He could see sharp shadows cast against the concrete walls from the people as they moved deeper into the vault, from the upper level where the entrance had been, and down into the lower levels.

There was the mandated bi-yearly drills which had gotten people familiar with the shelter vaults that were near their homes, their workplaces, their schools, and even malls which meant he was familiar with the shelter.

In his case, it was near his home and restaurant. But from the clothing of some of those in the vault, it was clear that they were tourists from some of the hotels near the Boardwalk.

It was unheard of for there to be hours of warning to an Endbringer. To have a day and night to prepare, for the civilians to evacuate or to prepare and make their way to the shelters? That was nigh unthinkable,

And yet, the sirens had gone off yesterday. The warnings of what was coming had been announced on the radios and TVs.

Which was why he was in here, heading deeper into the shelter, towards the sound and scent of humanity.

"Al!" He blinked as he heard a familiar voice call out his name.

His response to Kelly was almost customary and somewhat loud as he walked stiffly to her. "What?"

"I'm glad to see you're not crazy enough to stay in Fugly Bob's to protect it." At her statement, he had to laugh.

"Nah, I'm not crazy enough for that, 'sides... that's what the insurance is for, Join me for a smoke?" He nodded at the smoking enclosure further into the shelter.

At his question and nod, there was only a frown. "Al, you know that stuff will kill you eventually, right?"

"Probably, but it being Brockton Bay, it's more likely I'll get killed in a gang fight than by my smokes." He waved her off and off to the smoke room.

...

...

...

The one issue about being stuck in an Endbringer shelter was that it got fairly boring fast. True, there were people to talk to, there were places to have a smoke or some privacy, but in the end, it was a confined space where people didn't have much to do.

That combined with the natural tension of knowing absolute disaster awaited them. That their family and friends, their homes, their livelihoods could all be lost.

It was an atmosphere that could result in a riot or murders inside a structure that had but one exit.

Which was why Al had brought his pack of cigarettes and the book he had been meaning to read with him. That was what gave him something else to focus on as he drifted from the shelter's main hall to the smoke room. The muted television screens located here and there in the shelter were meant to inform, to entertain... but they were filtered out as pointless background motion.

It was also why others had brought their own forms of entertainment given that there was a warning this time.

"Hey old man, you got a light?" The voice was far too young for someone to be asking for a lighter.

He turned to look at the speaker, and it definitely was someone who in his eyes was far too young to be asking for a lighter. But then, it wasn't as if kids from high school back when he was a kid in school didn't smoke.

"I do." He settled for looking at the cigarette in the kid's hand before he started to dig out his lighter from his pocket. "But aren't you a bit too young to be smoking?"

"Seriously, old man?" The girl in black with a red and green scarf just looked at him with a raised eyebrow as she accepted the lighter to light up her cigarette. Her gang alliance was easy to work out for him, given that he paid insurance for his restaurant to her gang.

He shrugged at her. "Suppose to say something like that to a high school kid smoking, right?"

"Right before lighting me up?" There was a skeptical snort from her as the fans in the room pulled the smoke up into the ceiling ventilation grills.

He stretched before shrugging as he pulled out one of his cigarettes. "Is how things are. Way the world is, best I can do is warn you and let you do what you decide to do."

"Huh... at least you're not a hypocrite. I guess you're alright, old man."

At that, he could only grunt in reply before enjoying the smoke in relative peace and quiet.

"The fuck?" The surprised exclamation from the ABB girl as she looked at the water cooler in the smoke room. A quick turn of his head showed the why. The cooler's water container was full of butterflies instead of water.

"Huh." Lightly tapping the container had the butterflies flying about in said container before landing once more. "I guess, someone just got powers or the fight is happening nearby and there's a cape out there that can no-sell Leviathan's water."

He looked up at the ceiling, imagining the fight that he once would have been a part of. "Most likely, the fight moved close to us."

That was before the rumbling started.

And the floor tilted.

Shifted and moved.

...

The falling motion was almost expected by the parahuman who had once called himself Fugly Bob.

Along with the screams.

And then, the inevitable... silence.

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Goblin Queen | Transient Structures
Worm / Exalted

- - -​

She pushed her body into solidity in the cabin that she was using as a launch pad.

"Hey, catch."

Her conditioned reflexes had her reach out and snag the thrown can out of the air without actually looking at it. The motion from her peripheral vision was enough to guide her hand in catching the can. That was one of the benefits of being a proper front line cape, one either had good physical coordination or one stopped being a front line cape. Sometimes, fatally.

There was a blink from the heroine as she looked down at the brightly colored can, water beading on the the aluminum casing from the difference in temperature of its content and the warm air in the dirigible cabin.

She turned to look at the PRT officer, who nodded at her before he popped the pull-tab on his can. "You looked like you could use a cold one."

"The day's been long." She sighed in acknowledgement even as she checked her armband to make sure that there was no one who needed saving before she opened her can and the lower half of her mask with a tap to the release just behind her left ear. "And it's not over yet."

The cold sugary and acidic taste of the coke was enough to get her to hiss out briefly given the momentary rush of energy. And yet, there was something different from the usual coke that she drank. "This tastes... different. Almost like root beer?"

"The PRT got the new batch of coke for taste testing, see if the switch to cane sugar in a can is good or not before they start the bidding for a Protectorate cape, or so I've heard." The officer's co-pilot spoke up from where he was keeping an eye on Leviathan.

"What? Like Pepsi girl?" She replied with a frown, the nods from the two officers were answer enough.

"Chubster Down, DD-8. Strapping Lad Down, DD-8. Cevaliar Down, DD-8."

"Welp... time to go save people." With that, she turned towards the rear of the cabin as she finished off her drink. A light tap on the display of her armband brought up the relative location of the downed cape to her.

She pulled her body towards the endless darkness elsewhere and walked through the door, before pushing back towards the reality of Earth Bet.

There was a single moment of dizzy motion as she flipped down and over outside the cabin. All it took was a thought focusing on her boots, which was caught by the interface in her mask, and down became subjective for her as the tinkertech in her costume set gravity to her frame of reference.

Looking 'up', she focused on the sector indicated by the armband.

A breath in as she bent her knees and launched herself 'upwards' and away from the PRT dirigible. With her heart racing at how fast she was arrowing at the surface, she had to admit that this was invigorating even as she guided her trajectory towards the downed cape. The flash of color against the darkness of the roof was a good enough beacon and meant she could conserve her mask's battery power by not using the auto-locator.

There was only the omnipresence beating of her heart and nothing else. Despite the brilliant light show not too far away as the blasters engaged Leviathan with lasers and other more exotic attacks, there was only silence for her as she glided down at speeds that most would consider horrifying and terrifying.

In the distance, she could see a familiar crimson and green armored figure in the distance guiding the butterflies to drill at the Endbringer, transforming the butterflies that surrounded her into a lance of light.

[Danger. Enemy-Predator. Retreat?.]

She shook her head as she pulled and turned into a mass of shadows that impacted the roof before she pushed herself together as she stood up.

The heavy-set cape was everything that she wasn't. Fat, heavy, and likely slow. Still, he was here, and pinned by a broken display panel. "Hey. I can't feel my leg, can't blast it while pinned."

She nodded and reached her hand out to him. "Just close your eyes and mouth."

A quick pull, one that was further and had her and him engulfed in the liquid darkness. Followed by a push and the two were standing on the undamaged roof of the neighboring building. "Think you can fight on? Or do you want me to take you to Panacea?"

"If you hold me steady or can get me to a place where I can support myself?" He looked about. "I can keep going on."

"Navigator here, I can not maintain the hold on Leviathan for much longer. He likely will attempt to escape. Soon." The voice from the armband was that of the girl who had been keeping the Endbringer tied down all this time.

Both Shadow Stalker and Chubster turned to look at where Leviathan was. Where he was being held down by the giant octopus and being savaged by the silvery giant Lung and the Merchant robot.

There was a moment and the Merchant robot fell back even as the Endbringer's whip-like tail threshed about, and he launched himself and the giant octopus up into the air.

"Surtr Down, DD-8. Skidmark Deceased, DD-8. Bakuda Deceased, DD-8. Player One Down, DD-8. Player Two Down, DD-8..."

The female voice from the armband started to announce those fallen and deceased even as Leviathan started to descend, leaving behind a small silvery reflective orb where the PRT Manta had been as he used the falling wreckage from it as ammunition to deal with the blasters.

"Navigator disengaging." The voice of girl was the only warning before Leviathan was released by the fiery octopus.

The Endbringer slammed into the street. There was a brief moment of stillness before the street started to collapse from the impact point...

Followed by the buildings next to it... Shadow Stalker could only look in horror before she grasped Chubster with her arm tightly. "Close your eyes and mouth, and whatever you do. Don't let go."

It was almost reflex as she pushed and pulled.

Over and over.

Hopscotching from roof to roof, grabbing those she could. Darkness interspersed with light as she yelled at them to hold on and not let go.

Behind them, the crater grew as street after street cracked and collapsed, while buildings slid downwards or sideways.

An ever growing collapse as butterflies pulled free from the earth and made their way into the blue sky.
 


A wild Teaser~ shows up!​

For something of its size, Leviathan moved far too fast. Almost as if its bulk was thin air despite how durable it was. Frustratingly so.

It was galling that while her weapons were effective, she didn't have a good enough delivery system, not after Oni Lee had been taken out early in the battle by the Endbringer. Certainly, she could see the effects of her weapons. But only in conjunction to near misses and collateral damage.

She could learn to hate that beast much like Lung and his countrymen did.

The flare of light from Legend's 'lasers' as they careened about, the twisting of space-time warping the flow of rain and now butterflies before her eyes... the dull rumble of the PRT Tinker-craft that she stood in, the screaming fury of the jets piloted by the two man-child... they all gave her ideas even as she expanded shot after shot.

She could see it in her mind. It wouldn't take much... the connections glowed in her mind. The equations and patterns singing as form was derived from function...

Even as she drew up new plans mentally, she could continued firing the now useless obsolete bombs. They didn't matter.

What mattered was that she had a target.

What mattered was that she could SEE new technologies unfolding in her mind to deal with that target. New ways and techniques to express her wrath, new technologies to deliver said wrath.

She shivered in delight as she rained destruction upon the world like a goddess from on high, her blessings no different from her curses.
 
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So, the bii has a question for the readers.

The Bii has 1/2 of the next chapter done, but is struggling with second half... do you guys want to read the first part? Or wait?
 
So first half of next part is in the spoiler....

For something of its size, Leviathan moved far too fast. Almost as if its bulk was thin air despite how durable it was. Frustratingly so.

It was galling that while her weapons were effective, her current delivery system wasn't up to snuff. Not after Oni Lee had been taken out early in the battle by the Endbringer. Certainly, she could see the effects of her weapons. But only in conjunction to near misses and collateral damage.

She could learn to hate that beast much like Lung and his countrymen did.

The flare of light from Legend's 'lasers' as they careened about, the twisting of space-time warping the flow of rain and now butterflies before her eyes... the dull rumble of the PRT Tinker-craft that she stood in, the screaming fury of the jets piloted by the two man-child... they all gave her ideas even as she expanded shot after shot.

She could see it in her mind. It wouldn't take much... the connections glowed in her mind. The equations and patterns singing as form was derived from function...

Even as she drew up new plans mentally, she continued firing the now useless obsolete bombs. They didn't matter.

What mattered was that she had a target.

What mattered was that she could SEE new technologies unfolding in her mind to deal with said target. New ways and techniques to express her wrath, new technologies to deliver said wrath.

She shivered in delight as she rained destruction upon the world like a goddess from on high, her blessings no different from her curses.

As another of her toys was shot down at the world with her bazooka, Bakuda could dimly hear voices from her armband, the words stolen by the howling wind around her as they had been ever since she had the PRT grunts who piloted the manta-shaped Tinker-craft open the rear hatch.

She could see Lung as he punched away at the Endbringer, using brute force and an aura of extreme heat to accomplish the impossible even as the Merchant trash fell to the side. It was amazing, she had to admit to herself just what some powers could do, and yet the way they were used... there was but one word she used for that.

"Disappointing." She breathed that word out as Lung was pushed back for the slightest bit, enough to allow the Endbringer to break free and... disappear as a burst of brilliance.

The howl of the moving wind was silenced for the lest of moment before Bakuda heard the shrieking sound of metal being stressed and torn apart. The bellowing flare of heat heralded the presence of the Endbringer. Even as she turned her head, she knew in the depths of her heart that it was too late.

Far too late. She could only look at the mass of darkness and incandescent white of the projection used by the girl in the gap that had once been part of the hull. There was a momentary glimpse of three emerald eyes in a column.

There was no one below to catch her, no mover in place to rescue her, and it was far to easy for the Endbringer to just end her. To terminate her with a casual reach of its hands.

"Better a death at my own hands than yours," she mouthed to it, even as she fumbled for an untested bomb on her bandoleer. "All glory to Asian Bad Boys!"

The clicking of the single button to arm and detonate the bomb was silent. The only sign that she had that it had worked was the ripple pulse of energy from it that she could feel as it passed over her body. Something that she could see as it moved away from her, the exterior growing darker as things moved faster even and in the distance, she could see a golden halo flare and drew closer.

Before her world became nothing more than darkness.

And absolute stillness.

Eternal.
 
If the second half of it is giving you some trouble, why not end the chapter here.
 


For something of its size, Leviathan moved far too fast. Almost as if its bulk was thin air despite how durable it was. Frustratingly so.

It was galling that while her weapons were effective, her current delivery system wasn't up to snuff. Not after Oni Lee had been taken out early in the battle by the Endbringer. Certainly, she could see the effects of her weapons. But only in conjunction to near misses and collateral damage.

She could learn to hate that beast much like Lung and his countrymen did.

The flare of light from Legend's 'lasers' as they careened about, the twisting of space-time warping the flow of rain and now butterflies before her eyes... the dull rumble of the PRT Tinker-craft that she stood in, the screaming fury of the jets piloted by the two man-child... they all gave her ideas even as she expanded shot after shot.

She could see it in her mind. It wouldn't take much... the connections glowed in her mind. The equations and patterns singing as form was derived from function...

Even as she drew up new plans mentally, she continued firing the now useless obsolete bombs. They didn't matter.

What mattered was that she had a target.

What mattered was that she could SEE new technologies unfolding in her mind to deal with said target. New ways and techniques to express her wrath, new technologies to deliver said wrath.

She shivered in delight as she rained destruction upon the world like a goddess from on high, her blessings no different from her curses.

As another of her toys was shot down at the world with her bazooka, Bakuda could dimly hear voices from her armband, the words stolen by the howling wind around her as they had been ever since she had the PRT grunts who piloted the manta-shaped Tinker-craft open the rear hatch.

She could see Lung as he punched away at the Endbringer, using brute force and an aura of extreme heat to accomplish the impossible even as the Merchant trash fell to the side. It was amazing, she had to admit to herself just what some powers could do, and yet the way they were used... there was but one word she used for that.

"Disappointing." She breathed that word out as Lung was pushed back for the slightest bit, enough to allow the Endbringer to break free and... disappear as a burst of brilliance.

The howl of the moving wind was silenced for the lest of moment before Bakuda heard the shrieking sound of metal being stressed and torn apart. The bellowing flare of heat heralded the presence of the Endbringer. Even as she turned her head, she knew in the depths of her heart that it was too late.

Far too late. She could only look at the mass of darkness and incandescent white of the projection used by the girl in the gap that had once been part of the hull. There was a momentary glimpse of three emerald eyes in a column.

There was no one below to catch her, no mover in place to rescue her, and it was far to easy for the Endbringer to just end her. To terminate her with a casual reach of its hands.

"Better a death at my own hands than yours," she mouthed to it, even as she fumbled for an untested bomb on her bandoleer. "All glory to Asian Bad Boys!"

The clicking of the single button to arm and detonate the bomb was silent. The only sign that she had that it had worked was the ripple pulse of energy from it that she could feel as it passed over her body. Something that she could see as it moved away from her, the exterior growing darker as things moved faster even and in the distance, she could see a golden halo flare and drew closer.

Before her world became nothing more than darkness.

And absolute stillness.

Eternal.

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Goblin Queen | Transient Glory
Worm / Exalted

- - -



The entity dreamt and in dreaming, remembered. Everything that ever had been was stored, archived, all the way to its primeval beginning on a single grey planet.

A singular creature, the many in one, whose body was comprised of cells, each one a shard of the whole, each with a function. Chance had resulted in this creature. There had been none like it before, and had it been devoured before maturation, there would have been none after.

But it survived. It was fruitful. And countless generations later, it was the predominant species on its world, with a cycle of endless war, breeding, with each space of peace growing shorter with each iteration as resources dwindled.

The entity remembered its distant ancestor, the proposal and solution, and what came after. Each and every memory that the entity possessed was encoded in every cell, in every shard. The one thing the entity couldn't help but do was remember. What it could do and did was choose when to remember.

Such as a moment ago when the entity reached out with its hands to a male creature stuck in the tree, a simple electromagnetic wave length pulsed at the brain of the creature had its fear neutralized and it now trusted the Entity.

The entity continued to hold its hands out to the creature. He leapt into the waiting hands with a soft cry.

Idly, the entity rubbed the creature's belly and descended to the ground. It knelt and held out the male creature in its hands to the juvenile female that had been standing by the tree.

"Thank you, mister Scion," the juvenile female stammered out as she cradled the male creature that rumbled softly in contentment. It could see within the female with its senses, observe her gratitude and worship as an increased heart rate, hormones and adrenaline churning through her system as she made eye contact with the entity.

The entity did not correct the juvenile female on the error of the assigned label for it, for that was the label that humanity had given it.

There was a corresponding response, one that the instructions from Kevin Norton mandated; to be polite, to be considerate.

And yet, words and the very action of speaking was a concept that was still unfamiliar to the entity. Once, it would not have known how to respond, it would have needed time to think on the proper answer based on the cultural and social mores of humanity.

While the entity understood the English words as it understood all languages. The scan and codification of languages was something that had been done prior to its arrival. It ran one final check of the language, accounted for any necessary cultural adjustments.

Thus, it spoke. "You. Are. Welcome."

With the mandated verbal response provided, the entity started to ascend. Its senses started to spread across the region that it was in, to locate another disaster.

"Mister Scion?" The juvenile female spoke up as she looked up at it. The entity paused to listen. "I... I've heard that Leviathan is attacking America, if.... you could help them."

The entity floated in the air and considered the request by the juvenile female. The autonomous weapon platforms were something that it dealt with. It folded in with the instructions from Kevin Norton, to clean up disasters.

The entity felt the hint of an emotion at the thought of engaging one of the autonomous weapon platforms in combat, and dismissed it. The emulation of a host-creature's psychology was only that, an emulation. More than that, the entity knew how much the emulated psychology could hurt it mentally and cause it to behave inefficiently and... erratically.

"I. Will. Help." Once more, it spoke. For the sake of being polite and considerate. "Thank you. For. Informing me."

The entity took flight.

- - -​

It sensed the distortion first.

The warping of the essence that commanded the fabric of what should be and made it what could be. Reality at the dictates of an essence user was what caused exposed water to be turned into flying insects. Not an impossibility in and of itself, however, the scale achieved here was beyond what should be possible. Even with the charms available to the entity or the original host-creatures that taught the entities of the existence and manipulation of essence, such a thing should not be feasible.

The entity slowed down, wary. The dangers of essence users had been demonstrated to it and its counterpart in the past.

What made the situation here more dangerous was the scale involved.

The entity could sense the autonomous weapon platform departing, digging into the ground and moving away. As it flew into the city, the entity cataloged the damage done.

It also sensed the [alien] things disguised as building structures. It considered [them], cataloged and studied [them] with its senses at their highest fidelity.

The way they manipulated the environment brought back a label from the technology and knowledge database gained long ago from the essence using host-creatures.

Fair Folk.

Which triggered more notations from that ancient database and the knowledge gained from scans of this world prior to its arrival.

Faerie.

The knowledge of the current host-creatures held a significant match to the database of the [Terrestrial Exalted] from the [Gentes Iza Expedition] world.

That they were deemed enemies by the [Terrestrial Exalted] was a consideration point as was the fact that they could harness essence. As it looked down at the shattered city, it came to the realization that there was but a single word for what it was witnessing.

Infestation.

And yet, as it looked about, it could sense more than see numerous hosts with shards in varying states of maturation. Far more than there normally would be at this stage after an attack by one of the autonomous weapon platforms. They were not attacking or being attacked by the infestation of Fair Folk.

The conversion of water to insects was clearly of a benefit to the host-creatures. The entity could see the broadcast signals connecting the insects, networking them and giving them coordination. From there, it was a simply a moment's work to see the shard that was broadcasting the signals.

The shard was abnormally mature. It was not seasoned with conflict, but was heavy with information, lessons learned, of... communication. It had already fragmented once, heavy enough with information that it could afford to bud a fragment. The fragment would have a derivative ability, and given proximity, it would remain close enough to exchange information with the shard that it had split off from.

The younger shard was certainly close enough, and likely had provided the information that allowed the parent shard to utilize its point defense system on behalf of its host.

The entity recognized the shard. The last one that had split off before the entity took on this form.

Queen.

The was another hint of an emotion stirring within the entity that it had labeled joy along with something else, it discarded the emotions. Still, it was good that the shards were harvesting such good information, the proximity of the Fair Folk Infestation would provide additional data on essence usage.

The cycle was disrupted, but its navigational shard cluster reassured the entity that it would be resumed, that its counterpart still existed somewhere.

It just needed to wait, and it would find its counterpart.
 
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From IRC: Emma:
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This blindfold mask will surely protect her identity!
 
(7:44:18 PM) Bii: If Goblin Queen was a STRICTLY QQ fic... this is what Emma would be running around in - https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/4055828
(7:44:25 PM) Megaolix: what
(7:44:26 PM) Bii: Questionable pic
(7:44:54 PM) powerofvoid: But Bii! /secret identity/ !
(7:45:09 PM) powerofvoid: She needs a mask (blindfold)
(7:45:17 PM) Bii: They're looking at her costume/body and not her face ^_^
 
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Topic: Emily Barnabes and the Red Panda Gang
In: Boards ► Creative Writing
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Posted on May 13, 2011:

Well... things are kind of boring, and since I want to help make the forum be not all doom and gloom like it has been likely, I'm posting a story.

I cann this story Emily Barnabes and the Red Panda Gang.

Once upon a time, there was a girl. This is a totally normal thing, after all girls are a natural part of the world.

Her name was Emily Barnabes. She was a cute girl who lived in the city of Brocktonne with her mom and dad.

One day, while she was on her way to music lessons, she was ambushed by the Red Panda Gang!

The Red Panda Gang was a dangerous gang led by the dreaded cape Red Panda, whose power was to transform into an animal so cute and fluffy that none could withstand the cuteness, and they end up going dawwww and thus are defeated!

The Red Panda had told his gang that he wanted a cute red head because a cute red head posing with him in his animal form would make him even cuter and thus INVINCIBLE!

Which was why Emily was ambushed on her way to her music lessons.

While the gangers were leering at Emily and saying some really inappropriate things, a local superheroine showed up! Because this was also a natural thing in the world. Crimes happen, and heroes show up to thwart said crime.

She fell out of the sky. A black mass of shadows with a cape that was spread wide like razor sharp wings. She landed in a three point stance before slowly rising up with all the dignity and gravitas of a dark and edgy superheroine.

It was the Dark Huntress.

With nary a pause, the heroine leapt into action and beat up the gangers.

It was then that Emily fell in love with dark and edgy people, and why she befriended Sophita as she was a dark and edgy athletic at her school.

It was also because why she abandoned her friend Rose Taylor because Rose was a dorky girl who wasn't dark and edgy enough for her.

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Replied on May 13, 2011:
Auuuuuu! I gibe all my likes with mah fluffy paws!

Wait! Aren't you in Brockton Bay? How are you even posting? Are you okay? I heard that Leviathan is in your city!

► God Empress Rose (Awesomest Write-Tan)
Replied on May 13, 2011:
Nah, it's cool... the fight is pretty much over. Leviathan got beat up and ran. City is wrecked thou. Scion just showed up. So, I think it's fine for me to do some typing.

► GstringGirl
Replied on May 13, 2011:
It was very scary from what I could see out the window. I'm not in Brockton Bay, kind of outside... but the city is just gone. Like I can't see the skyline at all from my window. Just colorful things that move about in the sky...

► Bagrat (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Replied on May 13, 2011:
God Empress Rose, I'm going to have to ask that you not joke about this sort of thing.

► God Empress Rose (Awesomest Write-Tan)
Replied on May 13, 2011:
I'm not joking. Scion is doing the flying about thing he does after the Endbringers run off. They should have an announcement soon.

But seriously, I believe that the capes did an awesome job defending the city. Also, butterflies everywhere. I know that Rose Knight must be involved somehow.

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♦ Private Messages from Tin_Mother [Moderator]:
Tin_Mother:
Rose. What are you doing? You shouldn't post about Endbringer attacks being over until it's confirmed by an official.
God_Empress_Rose: But... but... it's true. Leviathan cut and ran. ;_;

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♦ Private Messages from Miss-Fortune (Verified Cape):
Miss-Fortune:
Are you and ... your father alright?
God_Empress_Rose: I'm fine... could stand a few hours healing or getting a panacea special. But I'm fine... I don't know about the shelter he's in. The city kind of collapsed into a giant sinkhole.
Miss-Fortune: Wait... how are you posting?

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Tanuki notes : This is while I battle with re-doing the Emma post.
 
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Topic: Emily Barnabes and the Red Panda Gang
In: Boards ► Creative Writing
God Empress Rose
(Original Poster) (Member) (Awesomest Write-tan)
Posted on May 13, 2011:

Well... things are kind of boring, and since I want to help make the forum be not all doom and gloom like it has been likely, I'm posting a story.

I cann this story Emily Barnabes and the Red Panda Gang.

Once upon a time, there was a girl. This is a totally normal thing, after all girls are a natural part of the world.

Her name was Emily Barnabes. She was a cute girl who lived in the city of Brocktonne with her mom and dad.

One day, while she was on her way to music lessons, she was ambushed by the Red Panda Gang!

The Red Panda Gang was a dangerous gang led by the dreaded cape Red Panda, whose power was to transform into an animal so cute and fluffy that none could withstand the cuteness, and they end up going dawwww and thus are defeated!

The Red Panda had told his gang that he wanted a cute red head because a cute red head posing with him in his animal form would make him even cuter and thus INVINCIBLE!

Which was why Emily was ambushed on her way to her music lessons.

While the gangers were leering at Emily and saying some really inappropriate things, a local superheroine showed up! Because this was also a natural thing in the world. Crimes happen, and heroes show up to thwart said crime.

She fell out of the sky. A black mass of shadows with a cape that was spread wide like razor sharp wings. She landed in a three point stance before slowly rising up with all the dignity and gravitas of a dark and edgy superheroine.

It was the Dark Huntress.

With nary a pause, the heroine leapt into action and beat up the gangers.

It was then that Emily fell in love with dark and edgy people, and why she befriended Sophita as she was a dark and edgy athletic at her school.

It was also because why she abandoned her friend Rose Taylor because Rose was a dorky girl who wasn't dark and edgy enough for her.

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To Be Continued

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► Stalking Tanuki

Replied on May 13, 2011:
Auuuuuu! I gibe all my likes with mah fluffy paws!

Wait! Aren't you in Brockton Bay? How are you even posting? Are you okay? I heard that Leviathan is in your city!

► God Empress Rose (Awesomest Write-Tan)
Replied on May 13, 2011:
Nah, it's cool... the fight is pretty much over. Leviathan got beat up and ran. City is wrecked thou. Scion just showed up. So, I think it's fine for me to do some typing.

► GstringGirl
Replied on May 13, 2011:
It was very scary from what I could see out the window. I'm not in Brockton Bay, kind of outside... but the city is just gone. Like I can't see the skyline at all from my window. Just colorful things that move about in the sky...

► Bagrat (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Replied on May 13, 2011:
God Empress Rose, I'm going to have to ask that you not joke about this sort of thing.

► God Empress Rose (Awesomest Write-Tan)
Replied on May 13, 2011:
I'm not joking. Scion is doing the flying about thing he does after the Endbringers run off. They should have an announcement soon.

But seriously, I believe that the capes did an awesome job defending the city. Also, butterflies everywhere. I know that Rose Knight must be involved somehow.

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♦ Private Messages from Tin_Mother [Moderator]:
Tin_Mother:
Rose. What are you doing? You shouldn't post about Endbringer attacks being over until it's confirmed by an official.
God_Empress_Rose: But... but... it's true. Leviathan cut and ran. ;_;

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♦ Private Messages from Miss-Fortune (Verified Cape):
Miss-Fortune:
Are you and ... your father alright?
God_Empress_Rose: I'm fine... could stand a few hours healing or getting a panacea special. But I'm fine... I don't know about the shelter he's in. The city kind of collapsed into a giant sinkhole.
Miss-Fortune: Wait... how are you posting?

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Tanuki notes : This is while I battle with re-doing the Emma post.

I really hope Taylor didn't just accidentally kill Danny, that would be heartbreaking.

As a side note why does the index link to chapters in SB when they are here on this thread?
 
Taylor: "Texting while driving is only dangerous if you're limited by something as silly as having only one consciousness in your body at a time."

Scion: "..."

Taylor: "Having zero consciousnesses in your body is also bad for your driving."

Scion: "...:("
 
A wandering fluffy creature with a leaf on its head stops and goes auuuuuuu! while wagging its tail before continuing its way.

A mob follows after with pitchforks and torches! Their cries of Nekomancer resounds loudly.

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Her heart pounded in her chest like a rapid drum, she could feel the heat from her essence flowing forth with her blood as she pushed off with her right leg and launched into the air with a trail of sparks from the bottom of her boots as the essence from within her body ignited on contact with the material world.

The low dull howl of the wind, the loud constant roar of the rain as it pounded on the rooftops and made them slippery were powerful enough that she could feel her trajectory being altered as she was pushed downwards from their impact on her marble hard body.

More than that, her anima flux was insufficient at stopping the rain and wind... which meant she was soaked and cold.

She could still feel the temperature as the wind sucked away at her body heat... stealing bit by bit her warmth with each and every moment she spent dashing and hopping from roof to roof. True, while her enhanced constitution allowed her to endure the temperature, it wasn't something that was what one would call comfortable.

Despite the howling wind, despite the rain that pushed down on her body, Emma landed as lightly as a spark of ember or perhaps as a mote of dust upon the slick wet antenna rod that rose out of the short office tower roof. The wind proved to be no consequence as she bent her knees before pushing off once more, the essence within her body triumphant over the laws of physics.

Behind her, she could hear the rooftop cracking and cratering beneath twin impacts.

In the distance, she could see the incandescent glow from the monster that Navigator was using to fight Leviathan one on one, while behind her the radiance of a pair of sisters who were close combat focused capes shone and spread like deranged rainbows.

There was a small part of her as she raced towards the Endbringer that felt fear and was gibbering in terror, but the far more immediate part of her mind felt only exhilaration, the flare of the shifting many-hued brilliance from behind her only felt... right. That there was purpose and righteousness here.

And yet, she found herself unable, unwilling, to lend her essence to aid them. She had seen their faces, their slant eyes, their hair which while glowing was still black on top. No, she wouldn't lend her essence to them, to empower them with her charms.

The sizzling of the rain boiling and steaming where they struck the incandescent squid creature and... Lung filled her ears.

The creatures, for such beings could not be called people, battled in the rain, haloed by rain, steam, and brilliant white flames. She leapt and reached out to tap and spin over one of the water echoes of Leviathan or rather fragment of its water echo. She released the held breath as the mass of water passed just under her head.

Another tap and inhalation as she landed on a ledge, before she pushed herself higher, bouncing from falling debris to ledges, to just the slightest of edges that she could land on and launch from.

The tinker created visor kept the water out of her eyes, and yet... in the face of the storm that poured from the heavens... it wasn't enough as she drifted high above the monstrous creatures that fought amongst themselves. She could see where the glowing sisters were slashing away at the ankles of Leviathan. But that wasn't enough... and so, she had ascended.

Before descending once more. She burned precious motes as she descended like a falling star, ablaze with power as the over-sized blade of her sword burned with the conviction in her heart.

She was strong.

She would show this horror the error of its way.

She would show everyone that she was strong.

She wasn't weak like Taylor was, she was stronger than the girl who erected a small mountain range to block the tidal waves. She was stronger than the girl who took to the air freely alongside Alexandria and Glory Girl.

She was strong. She wasn't prey, but a predator.

As her sword bit deep into the hide of the Endbringer, as she scour its thick hide, its burned its flesh, and boiled its blood with the puissant elemental essence in her body, she could hear and feel the vibrations of stone and metal scraping across exotic flesh.

There was a moment of shock and stillness from Leviathan as she pushed her sword free from its body with a push of her legs. The sensation of being in a steamy sauna vanished with distance. And as she pushed off, she knew that it had been a mistake.

The notion that she had erred was one that came upon her as a grey whip flicked at her from the Endbringer. Slender, with a watery echo trailing behind it. The crimson-haired Ward knew that this was the tail of Leviathan, a weapon that could and had cut apart other capes who had closed in with it.

She opened her hand and allowed her sword to spin freely in her hand before clenching with a strength that would have shocked her old self.

The flicker of darkness of the tail was met with swift certain motions, essence guiding her arm along with the sword that was more an extension, than a separate weapon or tool. Like an undulating whip or tentacle, the tail flickered back and forth, the watery echo following after its motion meant that she had to parry the same attack twice.

And so, she pushed herself further. She burned mote after mote, to gift herself with an excellency beyond human capability, the flare of her elemental aura only growing greater as shard after shard brilliant white crystals formed in the air around her, crimson lightning arcing between the crystals as they spun in a furious orbit around her.

Emma snarled as the fiery squid and bastard dragon-like criminal started to move the Endbringer away. She didn't need their help. She was strong. "Don't pity me! I can fight on!"

In her momentary rage, her attention lapsed, which resulted in her arm and sword being out of position as she slapped away the tail...

The thin whip of water that had trailed being the tail slammed into her body...

It is a known fact that water can cut stone, with time and repetition or if the water was simply moving fast enough. The thin layer of stone covering her skin simply shattered revealing the softer flesh and blood beneath...

Thus she fell, the coldness from where she had been struck devouring her essence and her inner fire.

"Scarlet Blade Down, ED-1."

"So fell Lord Perth and the countryside did shake with that thunder."

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There was a constant roar of rain on the thin sheet of metal that floated over Melissa's head, while a roll of clear plastic sheet formed a curtain and kept the wind and water out, as she rode on a matching sheet of metal.

Over endlessly floated streets and between empty buildings, it was in her opinion that she was stuck in a horror movie or game.

And yet, if there was one thing out of the whole Endbringer mess that Melissa found herself enjoying was that she could team up with capes that she normally wouldn't have. Be it for political reasons, due to the alliances or duties that her family had, or well... actually, she found it to be more political than anything.

And, right now, she was working with one of the Wards. Something that she normally wouldn't be able to do. She was wearing tinker build equipment she normally wouldn't be using, not unless she managed to impressed people like Kaiser.

"Scarlet Blade Down, ED-1." As tinker creations went, Dragon's armbands weren't particularly impressive. What they were, were useful. Durable, able to point her at those fallen, display maps of Brockton Bay, highlighting the Endbringer, and she could communicate using it.

"Rune to Vista, I need a bridge to Echo Delta one from Echo Delta three."

There was a moment of silence before Vista's voice came from the armband. "Just fly ahead."

The air in front of her twisted, the rain flowing around the area twisted by Vista high above the city in a zeppelin. It was a bridge, or more accurately, a tunnel, linking the two areas together.

All she had to do was simply head into it and things twisted around her, blending like water color with speed lines from the street lights and traffic lights.

The fallen cape was easy to fine. All Melissa had to do was... look for the giant Endbringer where it was fighting the silver dragon thing, and the lava squid.

With the absolute control that came with her powers, she guided her 'box' down to where a pair of rainbow capes were waving at her.

"Hey, she's hurt bad," the japanese capes strained with the injured redhead who held on to her... weapon with a tightdeath grip. The flare of pulsing energy and crystals around the fallen cape was enough that if the pair of asians weren't brutes with some degree of rapid regeneration, they wouldn't have been able to lift her up.

And yet, before her eyes, the blonde saw the arms of the pair of sisters shred where they held the redhead up, to reveal black flesh with glowing strings. She could see the skin reform momentarily before being shredded once more.

Melissa swallowed drily and eyed the size of her metal platform. "I'll need the two of you to carry her, I don't regenerate like you do."

"Rune to Vista, I'll need a lift to the hospital from Echo Delta one."

The voice that came from the armband was dry, but it was clear to Melissa that Vista was like her, a girl who wanted to be taken seriously. "I got you, just fly straight up."

The rumbling of an ongoing avalanche from the fallen cape as her aura of power ground everything around her was distracting, and yet... it only lend a certain urgency to what needed to be done. Her power was intertwined, flowing into and out of everything that she touched... all she needed to do was pull it up, while pushing from below.

A momentary amount of lifting and the world twisted around her once more...

The hospital, or rather, the hospital's central building floated serenely in the sky outside the city, the rain splashing harmlessly against the glowing bubble forcefield around it. Beneath it, Melissa could see where massive discs that spun and glowed with electricity that, every now and then, arced between the discs.

It was a clear artifice designed and built by Tinkers.

She exited Vista's tunnel, and guided her 'box' into the open bay doors with its brilliance and warmth. Peeling back the layer of plastic sheet, she was greeted by the nurses with gurneys for patients brought in. "I've got a cape who needs immediate attention, but you'll need to be a brute to be able to touch her."

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She clawed at the metal surface of the gurney with her hands, as she looked up at Panacea. "Please. I can still fight. You have to..."

The healer just looked down at ward lying on the gurney replying after a sigh. "I don't have to do anything. For one, if Rune hadn't brought you in, you likely would have died."

"That's bull. I'm strong, I can still-" She shook her head, the sweat covered crimson hair shook, even as the flare of elemental energy in the form of swirling brilliant white crystals that crackled with crimson lightning now and then pulsed with her heart beat.

Panacea didn't reply with her words, she simply looked at the missing half of the ward. The distinct lack of legs or lower half was something that would be normally covered up, but the fact that normal fabric kept being destroyed meant there was nothing to cover the wound.

"I'm... I'm not weak." The glare that she directed at Panacea held no conviction.

The healer held up her own bandaged hands. "And I can't heal you without getting my hands flayed. Besides, it's over. Leviathan was driven off."

At that, Emma found she had nothing to say, that she hadn't been strong enough to fight the Endbringer. That there were others who were stronger than she was. "I..."

"You did good there, but you reached your limit. Next time, you get in a fight, try not to get cut in half." With those words, Panacea walked away from her.

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Worm / Exalted

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Writer's notes : I'm sorry for not posting lately, but I got distracted by RL and other more Questionable stuff online. Also, have some charms that Emma knows and used in this update. ^_^;

Flawless Balance Discipline (adapted from Exalted : Aspect Book Fire, Page 74)
Cost: 3m; Mins: Athletics 3, Essence 2;
Type: Simple
Keywords: Combo-Ok
Duration: One scene
Prerequisite Charms: Effortlessly Rising Flame
Use of this Charm grants the Dragon-Blood the ability to maintain his footing and move gracefully regardless of adverse conditions. By becoming intensely attuned to his sense of balance, the Exalt can keep his footing at all times and never need worry about falling. Anything he could normally do on flat ground, he can do on slick ice, on a slanted roof, on a lurching ship's deck or on a wire suspended between two towers (while being buffeted by winds), without penalties of any sort.

Falling Star Maneuver (Manual of Exalted Powers : Dragon-blooded, page 151)
Cost: 1 per 2 dice of damage; Mins: Athletics 2, Essence 1;
Type: Supplemental
Keywords: Combo-OK, Leader
Duration: Instant
Prerequisite Charms: Effortlessly Rising Flame
A Dragon-Blood with this Charm can move with the grace of a flickering flame, using his speed and agility to flank his opponent and gain the advantage in combat. Each mote spent (up to the maximum of the Exalt's permanent Essence) adds two dice of damage to a successful hand-to-hand attack. This damage is added before soak is applied. Normally, this Charm can be used only in hand-to-hand combat, but with a stunt, it may be applied to a Thrown or Archery attack. If applying this Charm to a ranged attack with a stunt, all that is required is for the target to lack cover. One can do so only if the target has no cover and has left himself open to a flanking maneuver, though. This Charm is explicitly allowed in Combos with Charms of other Abilities.

Effortless Jumping of Sparks (custom charm created by Bii way back in 2007 on Exalted Compendium Redux)
Cost : 4m; Mins: Athletics 4, Essence 2;
Type : Simple
Keywords : Combo-Basic, Obvious
Duration : Scene
Prerequisite Charms : Flawless Balance Discipline, Bellows Pumping Stride
Like sparks that jump effortless from leaf to leaf, tree to tree in a forest fire, a dragonblooded can call upon that innate essence of fire to lighten his weight as he jumps. Leaving a tiny trail of sparks from where he jumps off of, the dragonblooded can jump to and from any surface within his reach. In any tick, the dragonblooded may freely jump to and from any surface as a reflexive miscellaneous action that is speed 1. This includes walls, and ceilings. The dragonblooded's jumps are all considered to be horizontal for maximum distance. The dragonblooded will still need to flurry if they wish to do anything else while jumping.
 
Emma needs help. Also, Amy is showing some of her bitchy side.

And yes... Rune needs more love.
 
I wonder how she's gonna feel when she finds out Taylor just up and nerfed Levi by removing all of his water simply because it annoyed her.

Emma may have gotten potent on a 1v1 basis but like most Taylor's, Rose Knight is best when working on a city-sized scale.
 
I wonder how she's gonna feel when she finds out Taylor just up and nerfed Levi by removing all of his water simply because it annoyed her.

Emma may have gotten potent on a 1v1 basis but like most Taylor's, Rose Knight is best when working on a city-sized scale.
Oh... Taylor is catching up....

I might even showcase the Gun kata style I made for a RL game I'm running. :3

And yes... Taylor is better with the large scale stuff.
 


"Mayor Christner, just the man I wanted to see." The first impression that the Mayor of Brockton Bay had of his guest was that he was preppy. Skinny beyond belief, but dressed in a light polo shirt and khaki trousers combo, he gave the impression of being a businessman who was out enjoying himself on the golf course. "Thomas Calvert of Fortress Construction."

"You and a good number of people, I suppose." He sighed and sipped at the canned coffee.

The smile from the Fortress Construction executive was tight, almost skeletal. "Have you given thought as to what will happen now?"

He turned to look at the crater where most of the city of Brockton Bay used to be. At the mouth of the bay, a combination of force fields re-purposed from the Protectorate base and a massive purple crystal wall kept the sea out. "Happen now? With the city the way it is, there's nothing left."

"That's true, I suppose a better question is... what do you want?" Calvert nodded as he looked at the fallen city, while high above in the sky, sea-gulls wheeled about.

He gestured at the city and continued to speak. Here and there, could be seen houses and buildings emerging from the wreckage, giant crabs and squid-like tentacles emerging from beneath certain buildings to lift them up and walk off. The pair studiously paid them no attention. "Yes, Brockton Bay has fallen. But what if it could be restored to what it was?"

"That's..." The older heavy-set mayor shook his head. "Even if it's possible, the costs involved would be far greater than what Washington would be willing to foot."

"That's not what we at Fortress Construction believe," Calvert shook his head. "I've been running the numbers. More importantly, I've been in contact with a pre-cog Thinker and a number of Tinkers."

The mayor simply looked at the standing Calvert from where he sat on the stone bench. "Go on."

"We can rebuild the city and upgrade it with the amount of money that Washington would normally provide for resettling citizens from a disaster of this magnitude and not just at cost, but with a hefty profit margin." The smile from Calvert indicated that this was what had drawn him here.

At that, the mayor had to snort. "Profit from disaster."

"For you, me, the citizens who who would be employed in helping put the homes back up," The thin blond shrugged. "More than that, rebuilding the city would give you a certain good-will you could use in parleying into votes. The decisive mayor who revived his city."

"I... I will think about what you've said."

There was another smile from Calvert as he nodded before turning to walk away. "That is all that I ask for."

"Everything transitory is but an image."

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Worm / Exalted

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"Ninety two point eight five three percent chance." The child's voice spoke into his ear from the headset as he walked away from the mayor of Brockton Bay.

In the background of Dinah's voice, he could hear the sound of sounds and laughter. It appeared that the Undersiders played as hard as they fought.

"I do hope you're not upside that I'm using you and your answers against your uncle," Calvert murmured, the vibrations as he spoke caught by the Sega glasses and transmitted.

There was the sound from her phone as if she was shrugging. "Seventy eight point six five five percent chance that he'll get reelected. I don't think he'll be too upset if he ever finds out."

"Fair enough, I'll leave you be to your games, then. End Call."

On the other side of the mirror divide, Calvert smiled as he bite down on his fried potato wedge.

Perfectly fried twice to give a moist soft inside, while the outside was crunchy with a dash of salt and pepper. He sighed and breathed out the warmth from the potato after chewing it and swallowing.

It was perfection in itself... needing no condiment.

For such a creation, there were no words. Calling what he had savored something plebeian like french fries was but the most base of insults and mockery.

And yet, for all of the perfection that the potato wedges were, they were but a side dish that surrounded a pair of crisp fried fish fillet in a golden brown batter. All caringly wrapped in a paper cone, and garnished with a single lemon slice.

He could scarcely dare to lift up that lemon slice and squeeze it over his fish and chips, and yet... he had to, why else would the lemon slice have being provided?

The fresh lemon scent mixed with that of the deep fried haddock.

He found himself nearly moved to tears.

"You know, boss, it's times like this that I can sort of let my annoyance of having to work with you be," the blonde said after her own sigh of delight at the texture of the fish.

He shook his head. "Is working for me truly that onerous?"

"You make me read God Empress Rose's... stories." Lisa replied coolly and evenly. "There are no words for how much I hate you for making me do that."

"And yet, you read them of your own volition before, did you not?" He smiled at her and cut at the fish fillet with his plastic fork, revealing the white flaky flesh of the haddock to the air, and allowed the steam to rise. "Miss Wilbourn?"

The tch and turning of her head as she looked away was all that Calvert needed. And there was only silence as he bit down on battered and deep fried fish.

For a single moment, it was as if the world around him had stopped and he was surrounded by the endless ocean while around him a school of fishes swam.

Time resumed as he chewed slowly. "Still, I have to admit that this is good food."
 
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So, using his power to indulge in unhealthy but oh-so-satisfying food in the safe timeline he's planning to drop? Seems legit.
 
A wild Teaser~ shows up!​

Memories.

One word. Three syllables. The plural of memory.

Thoughts and experiences chained together by the mind. The human mind does not normally provide perfect recollection in chronological order, rather, each memory was linked to another by emotional context and some sort of sensory reference.

In the darkness, all he had were his memories.
 
This is one of the reasons why Kill Six Billion Demons is awesome and totally excellent material to study for Exalted. http://killsixbilliondemons.com/

If I was playing a Solar Swording Master, I would use something like this as a manual... or a sword-based martial arts manual... because it just works. :3

Meti's Sword Manual

Mastering the sword

1. YISUN's glory is great, and you may know this by two paths, the sanctioned words, and the sanctioned action

2. The sanctioned words are YS ATN VARAMA PRESH. The meaning of these words is YISUN and their attainment is Royalty.

3. The sanctioned action is to Cut.

4. To Cut means division by the blade of Want, that parer of potentials that excises infinities.

5. To train with the sword, first master sweeping. When you have mastered sweeping, you must master the way of drawing water. Once you have learned how to draw water, you must split wood. Once you have split wood, you must learn the arts of finding the fine herbs in the forest, the arts of writing, the arts of paper making, and poetry writing. You must become familiar with the awl and the pen in equal measure. When you have mastered all these things you must master building a house. Once your house is built, you have no further need for a sword, since it is an ugly piece of metal and its adherents idiots.

The 18 Precepts

1. Consider: there is no such thing as a sword.

2. Your stance must be wide. You must not be spare with the fluidity of your wrists or shoulders. You must have grip on the handle that is loose and unstrained. I heard it said you must be tender with your sword grip, as though with a lover. This is patently false. A sword is not your lover. It is a hideous tool for separating men from their vital fluids.

3. Going onwards, you must adjust hands as needed, do not keep the blade close to your body, keep your breathing steady. This is the life cut. You must watch your footwork. Your feet must be controlled whether planted on fire, air, water, or earth in equal measure.

4. Breathing is very important! Is the violent breath of life in you not hot? Exhale! Exult!

5. You must strive for attachment-non-attachment when cutting. Your cut must be sticky and resolute. A weak, listless cut is a despicable thing. But you must also not cling to your action, or its result. Clinging is the great error of men. A man who strikes without thought of his action can cut God.

6. To cut properly, you must continually self-annihilate when cutting. Your hand must become a hand that is cutting, your body a body that is cutting, your mind, a mind that is cutting. You must instantaneously destroy your fake pre-present self. It is a useless hanger on.

7. A brain is useful only up until the point when you are faced with your enemy. Then it is useless. The only truly useful thing in this cursed world is will. You must suffuse your worthless body with its terrible heat. You must be so hot that even if your enemy should strike your head off, you shall continue to decapitate ten more men. Your boiling blood must spring forth from your neck and mutilate the survivors!

8. You must never make 'multiple' cuts. Each must be singular in its beauty, no matter how many precede it. You must make your enemies weep with admiration, and likewise should your head be shorn off by such an object of beauty, you must do your best to shed tears of respect.

9. When decapitating an enemy, it is severe impoliteness to use more than one blow.

10. A man who finds pleasure in the result of cutting is the most hateful, crawling creature there is. A man who finds pleasure in the act of cutting is an artisan.

11. Man always strives to cut man. Therefore he who draws his sword the fastest is the survivor. To pre-empt this, you must live, eat, and shit as a person who has their sword drawn. It doesn't matter whether your blade, in actuality, is always out of its sheathe, though you will look like an idiot if it is.

12. Consider: The undefeated swordsman must be exceptionally poor.

13. The weak swordsman reserves his sword strokes. He clings excessively to his blade. His footwork is unsteady. His grip is too hard and he is afraid to crack the earth with his step. He has a shallow and wandering gaze, his tongue is sluggish and pale. He refuses to exhale the hot breath of the Flame Immortal.

14. The weak swordsman clings to victory. He thinks of his life, his obligations, the outcome of the battle, his hatred for his opponent, his training, his pride in his mastery. By doing so, he is an imperfect vessel for the terrible fires of Will. He will surely crack. He will not laugh uproariously if he is cleft in two by his opponent's blade. When his sword is shattered, his hands will be too reserved to tear his enemies' flesh.

15. The weak swordsman strikes his enemy down and thinks his task done. He relishes in victory. He casts away his sword and returns to his lover. Little does he know his single cut will encircle the world five times and strike him down fifty-fold.

16. The weak swordsman clings to his instrument. It is better you have a sword, but death must lie under your fingernails, if need be. Learn death with your elbows, death with your knees, and death with your thumbs and fingertips. It is said death with the tongue is useful, but I find words too soft an instrument to smash a man's skull.

17. In manners of terrain, you must learn to cut yourself from it. You must cut even your footprints from it, if need be. Have complete awareness of each crawling thing and each precious flower, each blade of sweet grass and each clod of bitter earth, each beating heart and each being that thrums with love, hope, and admiration. Only then are you qualified to be their annihilator.

18. Excess heat and excess coldness are undesirable. Learn to read the weather.

Closing

1. It is said the greatest warrior-kings may sublime violence and forget all they learn about the sword. This is true. But the only true path to kingship lies through regicide.
2. Moreover, only the worst kind of idiot strives to be king.
3. My extreme hope is that some measure of wisdom will penetrate the thick skull of my apprentice. If not, may reading this manual demonstrate your powerful disinterest in it, and may its true value die with me.
4. Reach heaven by violence.
 
Ok, someone was reading Kirkbride when they wrote that.
 

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