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Hm. Pretty sure they didn't know her name. I'll check, then if necessary I'll fix that.How do they know about Taylor? I thought Piggot put the kibosh on any info leaking out? Did they figure out who it was because of the whole gathering Luck from Winslow?
I ain't 'fraid of no ghost.
You know... That is possibly one of the few places where I'd actually approve of a music link in the chapter. Those usually annoy me to no end.
*edit- imped... by 1/2 an hour? How the hell? I refreshed the page right before typing my post out...
Capitalize 'in'.Oh, shit. He came out of a Simurgh zone. in his opinion, the practice of tattooing a white bird on victims of the third Endbringer should never have happened; all it did was paint a target on their backs. Of course, in this circumstance, it did help to explain what was wrong with the man.
What, not even about the Jack Slash thing at the end?You know, like often is the case in this fic, I have no idea where this is going. As isn't often the case with this fic, it isn't funny. I'm not laughing.
I think I like it.
I had three elements I needed to work with.That's a really convoluted build-up. I'm wondering how you'll fit in Eidolon. I like Jamie's characterisation very much.
I'm pretty sure this is Butterfly butterflying the Endbringers via Eidolon's subconscious directions for them. If he doesn't think he can be 'the hero' just by beating back a superior enemy and thus doesn't need nigh overwhelming enemies anymore his subconscious might well assign them a new function (or even just send them into dormancy).I was wondering how you'll use Eidolon, not how you got him there
Maybe that was what got her put in the Asylum so Yamada could start helping her.
I'm pretty sure this is Butterfly butterflying the Endbringers via Eidolon's subconscious directions for them. If he doesn't think he can be 'the hero' just by beating back a superior enemy and thus doesn't need nigh overwhelming enemies anymore his subconscious might well assign them a new function (or even just send them into dormancy).
Wow. How...gracious (read: Ego centric asshole)."Put me down for the building opening," he told her. It wasn't even a decision, not really. The government knew not to needlessly waste his time past the obvious ceremonies. A seventh-grade drama class would have no such understanding. And then there would be the inevitable autograph requests, and the awkward platitudes from the teachers who would be gushingly grateful that he even deigned to show up. Up to half a day wasted where he could instead be out there, doing what he did best.
He was a hero, possibly the greatest one one on Earth Bet (he didn't count Scion for obvious reasons). Everyone knew it. He didn't need his fans (he assumed they were legion) to remind him of this fact every hour of every day.
Oh, Jack. Jackie boy... roflmaoSay, if that idiot Tinker, L33t, built something that could take down the Siberian, and teamed up with … um, say, members of the Empire Eighty-Eight to defeat them while dressing like the Ghostbusters or something. I mean, that's ridiculously stupid and could never happen.
QA: "Challenge accepted."Since Sveta came up in the latest chapter, what would happen if Taylor befriended her online? Would that be enough for QA to start helping her? Similarly, what would happen if Taylor tried to visit her in person?
And would QA start getting irritated if Taylor started making friends with people in bad situations just to get her power to help them, or would that just be playing in to one of QA's goals of getting Taylor more friends?
Brilliant.
Poor Jack, his shard is warning him with all his might and he's just too dumb to realize it. Sure his shard must love all the conflict but even it has to be exasperated about being blatantly ignored and relegated to subconscious manipulations."Say, if that idiot Tinker, L33t, built something that could take down the Siberian, and teamed up with … um, say, members of the Empire Eighty-Eight to defeat them while dressing like the Ghostbusters or something. I mean, that's ridiculously stupid and could never happen. What happened to Burnscar wasn't."
What is Svetta even doing there?As he stepped forward, he saw that Garotte had already used its multitudinous tentacles to engulf the rear of the car, which was even now creaking and groaning as it was steadily crushed to a fraction of its original size.
Yes.I am more curious as to how Garrote got out. My understanding is that her room in the asylum she is kept in is rather escape proof.
Unless this is before she was originally captured.
His shard is basically panicking and screaming in his ear. Remember those old horror movies in the darkened buildings where someone gets dragged backward into the shadows by their legs while they scream and flail and claw at the floorboards? That's Broadcast, right now.Brilliant.
Poor Jack, his shard is warning him with all his might and he's just too dumb to realize it. Sure his shard must love all the conflict but even it has to be exasperated about being blatantly ignored and relegated to subconscious manipulations.
What is Svetta even doing there?
Give that they knew her name already, they are familiar with her nature so this isn't when she first showed up... so why isn't she locked up in the Asylum?
Great chapter.
Given that the cite was from the McGraw-Hill Dictionary of American Idioms and Phrasal Verbs, I'm inclined to think that it's not very common in your part of the US.
Her shard does like to show off every now and again.
I have to wonder how much Jack's shard was screaming at him. He'd probably have more of a chance running away than he did right then and there.
Taylor's shard is just cackling in its own shardy way.
I love it. It's just so... cinematic.Bending forward with Jack Slash's knife in my hand—I had no idea how that even got there—I gave them a deep blow, hands out to the side. As I straightened up, a flock of blue-and-black butterflies settled down over me, perching on my hands, my arms and my head. One even landed on the tip of the knife I was holding. I held that pose for just a moment as the one on my forehead slowly opened and closed its wings, then the butterflies flitted away and vanished in the late afternoon sunlight.