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Realignment [Worm]

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I have a feeling Taylor isn't the only one with the rumbling stomach. If this is what gives Lisa away/reveals her presence to Danny, that'll be hilarious.

Thank you for posting this chapter, it was a pleasure to read!
 
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I like to think I am not that bloodlusty person, but the sheer level of malice and cruelty that Shadow Stalker and company got away with makes reading something like this a bit cathartic. It is still a horrifying scene, someone losing an arm that way, but damn. It definitely sounds like it was not the plan, rather, I expect Taylor figured it would act like a nasty shock from an electric wire surrounding a herd of cows or something like that. A shock that makes her yank her hand back and possibly feel her fingers go numb for a bit, but no real permanent harm, just a nasty little zap to teach the power-abusing girl to stop stealing from Taylor.

Well, that proved way more effective than expected. I am also quite honestly happy to see that while Armsmaster and Miss Militia are serious about the matter, they're not holding the idiot ball about things and just trying to slap it all down as Taylor's fault without investigation, and charge her for everything that has happened. They're investigation how and why, and then expanding on that based on the evidence. It feels more real than a lot of attempts I have seen and read. Definitely liking this way of putting things, they feel more realistic for certain. The training and smarts being put to use.

I am not sure if there's going to be some fallout on Taylor as well, but figure the chances are they are evaluating everything that went on and she might get off as having caused way more harm than intended by accident, not intentional, and given the sheer level of damage done against her, her intended actions might not seem too out of place, especially with the cover-up hurting their own image a lot. I wouldn't be surprised if they're going to try and put any charges against Taylors down in turn of hoping to avoid her dragging their rep through the mud even worse than the initial revelation was, 'cause if the evidence of such blatant abuse of power being covered up by superiors got out... yeah, media would have a field-day.

I sincerely hope the principal Blackwell will get everything that's coming for her, same with Emma and her minions... Madison included. As for Sophia, I figure her situation is far worse, but not sure how far she got with that level of injury.
 
Funny thing is this probably kills her criminal career the PRT is going to be watching her like a hawk from now on. I wonder if Lisa is going to reconsider her living arrangements because of this?
 
jumboseafood said:
Funny thing is this probably kills her criminal career the PRT is going to be watching her like a hawk from now on. I wonder if Lisa is going to reconsider her living arrangements because of this?
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To be fair, Taylor's planning on being a vigilante, not a villain, and Lisa wouldn't mind being one as well if she gets to stay with her.

Though I do plan on them eventually going villain...
 
Shadelight said:
To be fair, Taylor's planning on being a vigilante, not a villain, and Lisa wouldn't mind being one as well if she gets to stay with her.

Though I do plan on them eventually going villain...
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The "villain" villain or the PRT designation of a villain? I can't help but think it's the second one.
 
QroGrotor said:
The "villain" villain or the PRT designation of a villain? I can't help but think it's the second one.
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Eh, they'll be skirting some rules during their vigilante period to deal with threats, then the PRT will give them an ultimatum to stop or something, they'll say no and thus get branded villains, and over time they'll just ease into villainy properly, embracing the status. So, 2 -> 1.

Also, villain Vista will be fun.
 
Shadelight said:
Eh, they'll be skirting some rules during their vigilante period to deal with threats, then the PRT will give them an ultimatum to stop or something, they'll say no and thus get branded villains, and over time they'll just ease into villainy properly, embracing the status. So, 2 -> 1.

Also, villain Vista will be fun.
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Huh. That does sound legitimately interesting. Looking forward to it with great anticipation!
 
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"Ever since she began fucking bullying me!" I yelled, switching glare targets. "That's more than a year ago, for your information! I have asked everyone for help, from classmates to teachers to the police, and nothing! My pleas were ignored just like always; even after I nearly died a few months ago! I did everything right, everything that I was supposed to, and still – still it came to this!"

I was running out of breath, and had just realized I was standing. My hands were balled into fists, Armsmaster looked more tense than usual and Miss Militia's knife turned into a Glock; her expression wary yet concerned. I slowly exhaled, getting my breathing under control, and sat back down to take another sip of my now-lukewarm tea with a shaking hand.
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Unfortunately for Taylor this is when they realized that she most likely triggered and is a cape.
 
Shadelight said:
To be fair, Taylor's planning on being a vigilante, not a villain, and Lisa wouldn't mind being one as well if she gets to stay with her.

Though I do plan on them eventually going villain...
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Eeh its better than Coil but anything other than white collar crime isn't going to give Lisa her desired life style. Lisa enjoys what she does but would rather do it without the sword of Damocles that is Coil over her head.
 
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What did I tell you? Sophia is gone, she never made it to the revolving door that is jail to get out. You can bet she's coming after Taylor. Taylor will probably have to put the bitch down herself since the "authorities" proved so incompetent. She'll have to go lethal from the very beginning, since Lisa is in her bed. After all you gotta protect the girlfriend. I fully expect at least one body to hit the ground, that's if Sophia doesn't drag Emma "The Survivor" with her to finish Taylor off.
 
Rhyasial said:
What did I tell you? Sophia is gone, she never made it to the revolving door that is jail to get out. You can bet she's coming after Taylor. Taylor will probably have to put the bitch down herself since the "authorities" proved so incompetent. She'll have to go lethal from the very beginning, since Lisa is in her bed. After all you gotta protect the girlfriend. I fully expect at least one body to hit the ground, that's if Sophia doesn't drag Emma "The Survivor" with her to finish Taylor off.
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Taylor isn't a killer nor are Lisa and her even involved yet. It's like some people never read the text Taylor was never okay with casual murder and went out of her way to avoid killing people. Taylor at this point in her life would be unable to kill somebody full stop.

Like guys read 12.5 even during the slaughter has nine arc she was still scared she didn't have it in her to deliberately kill some one.
 
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"May we come in?" Well, at least she asked.

"Uh, s-sure." What else was I gonna do, slam the door in their faces?
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No, Taylor, just no. Never let hostile and/or aggressive entity into your home, even if they are law enforcement they still need to get a warrant.
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"When I inspected your locker, I noticed something interesting," Armsmaster stated. "It wasn't meant for just anyone, but specifically Shadow Stalker.
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Bullshit. He's baiting.
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"Yes, as of two days ago." I answered, deciding to go with the truth. His jaw tensed somewhat. "I saw her in her shadow form reach into my locker and steal a pencil pouch." Still tense.
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Taylor... No. Just... No.
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"Whatever." I didn't really believe her. They'd probably just… sweep it under the rug or something. Right?
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Probably.
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"And, regarding what you've said about transfers…" I looked up at that. "We are willing to assist you with the transfer to Arcadia, if you still want it. Regardless of your current grades."
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Ah, bribery. But the problem is that they can promise all they want, but Colin and Hannah have no actual power to make that happen, they would need Piggot's approval of the bribe... And it's not going to happen. Especially when Taylor has handed them the only copy of her bullying journals which are now going to quietly disappear.
 
Taylor stirred in the middle of the night, something was wrong. She opened her eyes and saw Sophia hanging over her bed knife raised. She freaks out and sends a thorn at her. The thorn hits Sophia right under the chin and bursts out the top her skull. It was so fast she didn't have the chance to go shadow. She was dead before her body hit the ground. Even Lisa is freaking out at this point. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse.
Her dad rushes through the door awakened by the noise. As he comes in he sees the body and stops in shock. He and Taylor look at it, then each other. She opens her mouth and says, dad I need you to help me get rid of a body. Danny answers, don't worry little owl your old man got this, I'll make a call to the boys at the union and everything will be taken care of. Taylor stares at her dad in shock and stammers, the union knows how to take care of bodys? Danny looks proud, I'll have you know that we are premier disposal organization in Brockton Bay, we worked hard for our spot at the top.
But more importantly he says looking at Lisa, completely ignoring Sophia's dead body, what are you doing in my daughters bed?
It's not what it looks like, yells Taylor. Oh, really? You mean to tell me that you weren't barely clothed in bed with some girl when she came came to kill you he said while pointing at the body. Both Taylor and Lisa wracked their brains to find a good explanation but couldn't find anything that wasn't more damning.
 
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No, Taylor, just no. Never let hostile and/or aggressive entity into your home, even if they are law enforcement they still need to get a warrant.

Bullshit. He's baiting.

Taylor... No. Just... No.

Probably.

Ah, bribery. But the problem is that they can promise all they want, but Colin and Hannah have no actual power to make that happen, they would need Piggot's approval of the bribe... And it's not going to happen. Especially when Taylor has handed them the only copy of her bullying journals which are now going to quietly disappear.
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Ah but your missing the main point, at this point its bribery to get a probable cape more inclined to join the wards. The hard ball comes later once they are more certain/ if she refuses.

You need to fatten the pig and bait it before you trap it. Canonically Piggott knows this well and is actually rather smart and competent at getting capes to do what she wants for the most part. Shes just petty with punishments once she has capes trapped where they have no option but to take asinine punishments.

Edit: also piggott only hates parahumans, Taylor may actually be someone she can empathize with. A lone high school girl getting screwed over by a parahuman and getting revenge by being smart? That's exactly what she does, if piggott thinks Taylor isnt a parahuman she will love her... and or may just reward Taylor with that transfer solely because in her words she "gave a bitch what she deserved"
 
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Taylor stirred in the middle of the night, something was wrong. She opened her eyes and saw Sophia hanging over her bed knife raised. She freaks out and sends a thorn at her. The thorn hits Sophia right under the chin and bursts out the top her skull. It was so fast she didn't have the chance to go shadow. She was dead before her body hit the ground. Even Lisa is freaking out at this point. Just when she thought things couldn't get worse.
Her dad rushes through the door awakened by the noise. As he comes in he sees the body and stops in shock. He and Taylor look at it, then each other. She opens her mouth and says, dad I need you to help me get rid of a body. Danny answers, don't worry little owl your old man got this, I'll make a call to the boys at the union and everything will be taken care of. Taylor stares at her dad in shock and stammers, the union knows how to take care of bodys? Danny looks proud, I'll have you know that we are premier disposal organization in Brockton Bay, we worked hard for our spot at the top.
But more importantly he says looking at Lisa, completely ignoring Sophia's dead body, what are you doing in my daughters bed?
It's not what it looks like, yells Taylor. Oh, really? You mean to tell me that you weren't barely clothed in bed with some girl when she came came to kill you he said while pointing at the body. Both Taylor and Lisa wracked their brains to find a good explanation but couldn't find anything that wasn't more damning.
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I don't think you have any understanding of the characters. Taylor would lose her shit killing somebody at that point. She also refused to use her powers on her bullies and straight up told the the others to leave them alone.
 
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I don't think you have any understanding of the characters. Taylor would lose her shit killing somebody at that point. She also refused to use her powers on her bullies and straight up told the the others to leave them alone.
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Don't worry, I know. This was just a fun snip to write that's all.
 
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Unfortunately for Taylor this is when they realized that she most likely triggered and is a cape.
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Canonically, they performed a crisis check while she was in the hospital (at least, only by WoG), but being catatonic, gave up or something and apparently filed it under 'non-issue', and thus led to Miss Militia telling her that they figured her trigger event was her mom dying.

Granted, they apparently didn't do much different here or they wouldn't have had to admit that they basically missed everything because her handler was a corrupt twat.

Maybe that's why they had Armsmaster and Miss Militia show up instead of PRT troopers. They have no clue whether or not she's a cape, so let's bring some heroes to ameliorate things even if their choices are kind of bad because Colin is a doofus and MM is a goose-stepper.
 
Refraction 1.7
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    Lisa​

    Thursday went by in a blur. Between our sessions of lazing about and decompressing from recent events, Taylor had to visit Arcadia with her dad to finish her transfer, so I, bored out of my mind, stuck with the ol' reliable — internet browsing. Freaking out about Shadow Stalker being loose didn't feel productive enough to me.

    Yes, I was a hypocrite.

    After some fussing and a few less-than-legal website visits, I managed to arrange for two discreet deliveries for the coming days, expediting our plans somewhat. The first one was a debit card for one of my accounts so we could actually do some in-person shopping, while the second one contained some fancy Tinker cosmetics for our costumes. The former would be especially useful…

    …Which was why, the day after, I was walking next to Taylor on our way to the Boardwalk. I was obviously still nervous about Coil and his spies, but we both needed to destress and I had things I needed to buy to ensure our safety. Thanks to Taylor's post-Arcadia supply run though, we actually had the means to 'defend' ourselves.

    Enter: disguises!

    At the moment, I was sporting more freckles than was normal for me, with many spilling out onto my cheeks and nose, had a fake mole on my left jaw, and my eyes were housing brown-colored contacts. I was, of course, wearing more borrowed clothes — a light blue blouse this time, and a dark skirt. Most of my hair was in a bun, hidden in a pretty yellow sun hat plundered from the brunette's wardrobe.

    Speaking of whom, the raven-haired girl's mane was currently pulled back in a ponytail. To my annoyance, she didn't want to go outside without a hoodie, but at least she agreed to keep the hood down and show the world those magnificent legs of hers via an old pair of jeans that weren't of the baggy variety. Progress!

    Anyways, once we were nearing our destination I led Taylor on a detour into an alley to pick up today's delivery. Just as described, a small unmarked letter was hidden away in the crook between a crumbling brick wall and some random metal garbage. I grabbed the letter and shot a thumbs up at my bemused companion, grinning.

    "What's that?" She asked with an eyebrow raised.

    I held up a finger while I ripped the letter apart, and took out the glorious card within. "Money." I winked.

    "Ah," Taylor supplied. "I was wondering why you didn't want me to take any cash." She paused. "Uh, how much is that, anyway?"

    "Don't remember the exact amount, but it had a bunch of zeros so we'll prooobably be fine," I answered, leading us back out towards the street.

    Taylor snorted and shook her head. "Yeah, probably. I wonder if…" She looked around, clearly wary of being overheard. "...your 'former employer' knows about that."

    It was, indeed, a good question. Theoretically, he could've just been ignoring my thefts to make me think that I was fooling him; this wasn't a difficult thing for a person like him to do. I was most certainly not going to get sucked into another recursive spiral of 'he knew that she knew' and the like — that way lay madness. Paranoia was one hell of a drug.

    "Probably not," I answered after a moment, "but I doubt it would matter much if he did. Hopefully…" Hopefully.

    Ugh. Even now, Coil was spoiling my mood. Could I not have a single day of peace without having to think about him? He reminded me of that one Fallen chick at this point, this was ridiculous.

    Oh well.

    I felt Taylor hesitantly take my hand, a quick glance telling me that she was still looking straight ahead. "He won't take you again."

    Will protect you. Won't betray you. Is comforted by the feel of your hand.​

    I smiled at that. It was definitely still new for me to have someone I could show weakness to without being judged. It was soothing, and something I had missed out on for a long time, just like Taylor herself. This was nice.

    I sighed quietly, feeling a bit calmer.

    A few more silent but comfortable minutes of walking and I finally had my first target in sight: a neat little clothing store I visited sometimes. It was time to upgrade that wardrobe...

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    Clothes shopping went relatively well.

    Sure, Taylor was difficult to coax into garments that showed any of her skin and/or figure, but I managed to get her to try out a sundress or three; she even let me buy one of them! Still, she was noticeably uncomfortable during most of the time we were there, and that irritated me. The poor girl truly believed her tormentors' lies about her appearance, subconsciously acting in ways that made her more invisible to the public; hiding away and nervously scanning her surroundings.

    I would need to break that habit.

    "Lisa?" I heard Taylor say, drawing me out of my thoughts. She was looking at me with an adorable worried frown, fidgeting with her shopping bag's handle.

    "Hm?" I managed.

    "You didn't hear what I just said, did you?" She sighed, shaking her head. "Want to go get ice cream? I know a place nearby…"

    Well, it was warm outside for once.

    Family tradition. Stopped visiting after her mother's death. Is hoping you will go with her.​

    Oh dear. How could I say no to that?

    "Sure, Tay. Lead the way!" I rhymed with a grin. Clearly, it was the right answer, because Taylor perked up with a smile of her own and dragged me by my hand to an old ice cream shop.

    We soon emerged from it with a large ice cream cone each — mine was vanilla-flavored, while hers had strawberry and creme brulee; we both wanted to sit down and relax inside, but we still had places to visit before heading back home so we decided against it; another time, perhaps? Regardless, we ended up quietly discussing the failings of the PRT on our way to a nearby tech store, the final errand-esque location for today, with me describing just how easy it is to escape their custody with proper preparation, planning and outside support. I wasn't in the mood to go there anytime soon, but theory is important!

    "Lisa." Taylor was glaring at the violet Dragon-branded phone in my hand. "Why are you getting a second one?"

    "You need one as well, y'know." I smiled at her with a small tilt of my head, only to see her wince slightly and look away.

    Right, mom trauma. Fuck.

    I sighed, stepped closer and lowered my voice to a whisper. "Taylor, listen to me. I know about your family's issue with phones, I do, but we really need to stay in contact, just in case. Please?"

    She looked into my eyes, unblinking, for a few more seconds before nodding. "Alright, yeah. Just… feels wrong, I guess."

    I returned the nod, clearly relieved, but after another moment of hesitation Taylor snatched the phone I was holding away and put it back on the shelf.

    "I want mine in black," she clarified with an awkward half-smile.

    I rolled my eyes and got what she asked, moving on.

    "More?" She soon commented. "Is two not enough?"I could hear a bit of exasperation in her voice, probably because I was eyeing the burner phone section for too long.

    "Don't knock burners, they're useful!" I said defensively, which prompted her own eye roll. "They are!"

    No, I wasn't whining. Shut up.

    "Whatever you say," she replied playfully.

    I was originally planning on just four, but I got six just to spite her.

    Beyond our odd array of phones, we also bought a spool of fairy lights for our stalker-shaped problems, as well as a decent laptop and modem for yours truly. A quick visit to the bathroom later, we concealed our technological treasures within the ones made of cloth and returned outside. It was then that Taylor had another idea.

    "Oh, how about we check out Lord's Market?" Tay actually looked less guarded than earlier, so I assumed that our outing was serving its purpose. Good. "I haven't been there in a while."

    "We are rather close." I shrugged. "Sure, why not."

    Shopping bags in hand, we set off, enjoying each other's company.

    Of course, right as we got near the jewelry & miscellaneous knickknacks part of the market, the hand of fate finally decided to flip us off.

    "Hey, hey, people!" An odd voice split through the crowd, coming from somewhere higher. "Who's ready for a show? I know I am!~"

    Me and Taylor both spun our heads around to face the source of the voice, only to find a masked jester standing atop one of the stalls, arms apart, looking into the crowds around them.

    Circus.

    Employed by Coil. Paid to look for you. Planning to cause chaos for cover. Is entertained.​

    "Shit," I whispered, close enough for Taylor to hear, the blood draining from my face. "They're actually searching for me."

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    Taylor​

    Lisa's words were full of terror, and the feeling quickly subsumed me as well. We were outside, far from home, not in costume and in danger due to an androgynous clown. All I knew from my wiki searches was that they were a solo villain and had a literal hammerspace power. If only I could steal it…

    I felt Lisa grab my wrist and push through the panicking crowd towards one of the stalls. I assumed this was for cover, because she instantly hid behind it as we got there. She set her bags next to the flimsy wall and I did the same, still panicking.

    "Lie down, or take a beating!~" I watched the carnie say before dropping down from their perch and absolutely decimating one of the stalls with their enormous, ridiculous hammer. "Yeah, there we go. Come on, come on!"

    I looked at Lisa and she silently tugged me down, both of us lying down on the uncomfortable concrete, just like the rest of the people unlucky enough to be here. Except… there was a pair that was still standing, a dozen feet away from us.

    A girl with long, platinum blonde hair was glaring at Circus, her hands curled into fists and disdain clearly written on her strangely familiar face. A shorter girl, her hair frizzy, curly and brown, was standing next to her, hiding slightly behind the older one's arm and staring daggers at the threat. Oddly enough I recognized her face too, though I couldn't quite figure out where I knew her from…

    "Oho, the Dallon sisters?~" I heard the clown say. Wait. Dallon, as in the New Wave kind? "Well, now, this is about to get interesting!"

    Before the brunette — who was, apparently, Panacea — could say anything, the blonde took off towards Circus, her right fist ready to punch. I watched as the attack was easily dodged; the villain flipping through the air while launching several throwing knives. One of them was blocked by the annoyed Glory Girl's forearm, another tore through two nearby stalls, and the third embedded in the ground, dangerously close to a sneaking miracle healer who let out an 'eep!' and hopped back a step.

    As the flying brick and the clown college reject kept dodging, trading blows and wrecking the market, I looked at Lisa. Her face was weary, and I was beginning to worry that she was getting another migraine, but she noticed my gaze and wormed closer.

    "Don't even think about running in there to save the day," she hissed quietly. "We need to keep a low profile, and neither of us have costumes."

    Her stare was intense and I swallowed, nodding.

    "You are in a moderately good position, though," she continued with a growing smirk. "Mostly because they still don't know about us. Try to sabotage the clown, and please don't get us caught." She tightened her hand's hold on mine for a moment, the smirk turning to a fragile smile. I answered in kind before looking back at the fight.

    I saw several street torches affixed to a few of the stalls' exteriors; light sources that were definitely not there before. Glory Girl had just broken off one of them, tossing the burning stick away with an impressive throw, but it seemed like Circus had planned for that. They cartwheeled away from another punch with a gleeful smile on their face as the airborne torch, instead of stopping to burn, flared up even more. The flames were launched in the opposite direction of the wood's trajectory, as if the former slid off the latter, and the large fireball — why does it always have to be fireballs?! — shot straight towards the blonde hero, the one who was currently preoccupied with weaving around more knives.

    As I summoned a thorn in a broken vase from a stall nearby, I watched the flaming orb hit Glory Girl straight in the torso. Her body flew backwards and crashed into a fruit stand, destroying it and becoming buried in a sea of bananas. I brought my thorn closer, maneuvering through the destruction so less people would see it.

    "You need more potassium, darling!~" Circus quipped with a hand on their hip. I heard Lisa snort at that. Figures.

    Focusing, I spied a determined-looking Panacea creeping up behind them, hands in front of her as if ready to pounce. She lunged at the jester, but her target spun away at the last second, eluding her grasp. The frizzy brunette landed on the ground and quickly began picking herself up, but as soon as she turned around to face the demented clown once more…

    …Circus spun again, summoning their fuck-off hammer right before it collided with Panacea's chest, propelling her through the air and into a telephone pole several stalls away from us. She slumped to the ground and didn't move further.

    "AMY!" I heard Glory Girl yell as she burst out of the banana pile skyward. She scanned the 'battlefield', saw where her sister landed, and dropped right next to her with haste, touching the fallen healer's shoulders. The blonde kept whispering something which I could only imagine was Panacea's name and, after a few shakes, the brunette raised her head.

    Her facial expression began as one of pain; then it shifted to confusion and, finally, to pure horror. Even from here, with the crowd eerily silent, even with Circus watching with interest, I could hear her speak with a horrible rasp.

    "I-" She swallowed heavily, wincing in pain. "I c-can't... feel my l-legs..."

    I stilled from that declaration, and I could feel Lisa's grip tighten even harder. The world's greatest healer was just heavily crippled right in front of my eyes, and I had done nothing to stop it! How could I be so useless?!

    Glory Girl flinched away, her own horror evidently roiling within her and turning into rage. She balled up her fists, so tight that I saw trickles of blood, and, after a second of glaring at a terrified Circus, launched at them like a bullet with a cry of unbridled fury.

    I caught myself staring at the display, frozen like a statue, before I suddenly noticed that my thorn had felt full for a while now. Bewildered, I focused on it, leading it towards a place I could see from here.

    The thorn peeking out of the rubble seemed to bring some of the debris with it, and had a golden tint with an equally golden ribbon coiling within. Bringing it further into sight, I realized that the rubble was being dragged alongside it due to a triangular skirt-like golden forcefield around the base of the thorn, translucent and shimmering slightly. Oddly enough, the forcefield was completely invisible in a nearby broken mirror's reflection, but that was a mystery for later. Steadying my still-panicked breath, I sent the shielded thorn towards Glory Girl's and Circus' location, still hiding it between the remaining market stalls, hoping to at least be somewhat useful.

    "HOW-"​

    I felt Lisa's grip tightening again, if but for a moment, and turned to look at her. With her serious expression she nodded towards Panacea, and- oh. Holy shit, why was I so dense today?

    I summoned another thorn nearby, but it immediately became full too. So did the third. What the fuck? They both felt like the first one, which I assumed was Glory Girl's, so…

    "Aura," Lisa whimpered beside me. Okay, that made sense, I supposed. So… how could I then heal Panacea if her sister's power kept cockblocking me?

    I dismissed the two youngest thorns while flicking my attention to the remaining one just for a moment to keep it from disappearing. Then, I summoned another thorn, trying to bullshit my way into it not taking Glory Girl's power and… nope, it still did that. Ugh.

    "-FUCKING-"​

    I could… try doing the two other things I felt I could do? Not that my practice had ever yielded any clues on what exactly that entailed… Disregarding the mental action I could perform which required me to select several active thorns at once, I focused on attempting the other one instead, as it could be done during a thorn's summoning. Honestly, to me it felt completely useless so far, mostly because all it did was give the thorn in question a number. That was it. A fucking number. But hey, I was out of options anyway so why not give it a try.

    I summoned a thorn while giving it the number 1, the lowest I could give, and… well shit, it actually remained empty. Huh. The number went down to 0, though…

    Alright, healer healing time. Hopefully, this would work.

    "-DARE YOU!!!"​

    I flew my 'zero' thorn off the cracked shelf that I summoned it on and sent it towards Panacea. While it was on its way, I looked at the battle to my right, witnessing Glory Girl avoid an incoming hammer swing as they dueled on another stall's roof. Lining up my Glory Girl thorn under Circus' feet, I watched them take a step and stabbed the thorn upwards, dismissing it as it went through their foot. The clown yelped, off-balance for once, and got decked by the avenging blonde, a loud crunch sounding as the hero's fist met Circus' shoulder before launching them back into the side of a car, its windows shattering immediately.

    …Nice, I actually helped for once!

    Now, with my attention fully on my 'zero' thorn, I continued sneaking it the rest of the way over to Panacea, my control more precise. The girl was still slumped and in pain, but she managed to notice the incoming object when it got within a few feet of her and… began pressing herself against the pole in fear? What? Why?

    Oh. I'm such an idiot. Of course she would do that; it looked like it was about to stab right through her! God, if 'Moron' was a power classification, I would totally have it.

    I fixed my mistake by angling the thorn so it was pointing towards the ground, and made it rotate slowly — that seemed to help, as the healer looked less terrified than before, merely tired. I then started moving said thorn closer to her hand and, midway through, she seemed to get the idea, hesitantly stretching out that hand towards it, shaking and wincing.

    She grabbed my thorn, and it instantly felt full, becoming see-through and greenish blue like deep sea water. Its center held a shimmering mote of sunlight, with the surfaces having patterns of light not unlike what one could see on the ocean floor.

    Fuck yes, numbers for the win!

    Panacea let go of it with a flinch, most likely surprised by the transformation, but I quickly moved it back into her palm. It was then that my perception of her expanded and I could feel her whole body in its entirety. My eyes widened at the incredible amount of injury just one attack had caused — a broken spine, broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder, a collapsed lung... I winced and, slowly getting used to her powerful and complex power, began healing. Thankfully, her power assisted with the changes.

    The curly-haired girl stared at the item in her hand with incredulity as I knew that she was feeling her pain go away in real time. Her eyes widened even more as she tried and succeeded at moving her legs again. She propped herself up and shakily stood straight, still looking at the thorn while I double- and triple-checked to make sure she was ok. Satisfied with her newly-restored health, I dismissed her thorn, causing it to fade away as black sand that was swiftly carried away on a non-existent breeze, watching with amusement as Panacea kept trying to catch the disappearing particles to no avail.

    Phew. Yeah, that was all I could say on the matter at the moment.

    I glanced towards where I last saw Circus and spotted a menacing-looking Glory Girl angrily tying them up with a rope. They… did not look good. I then turned my gaze to Lisa who was, of course, grinning as always. Her grip was soft now, and I just laid there, unmoving for a few moments, relaxing on the still-uncomfortable asphalt. When I looked back to Panacea, I saw Glory Girl with her, hugging the tired yet relieved healer with a smile on her face.

    Taking in the display of affection, I noticed that there were PRT officers setting up a perimeter and helping some of the civilians. I was a bit surprised that I didn't notice the sirens up until now, though, to be fair, I did have bigger things to worry about than that. Shaking my head, I rose, helping Lisa up as well. We took our bags, brushing off the dirt from our clothes, and started walking, exhausted but satisfied, home.
     
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    • jumboseafood said:
    Who says Cirus was aiming for the kill?
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    The giant hammer to her chest? You can't really aim to paralyze someone during combat without putting them in extreme danger of death.
    And it doesn't even really matter if Circus meant to. They very nearly killed (a) the city's main source of external income- medical tourism- and (b) the get out of death free card.
     
    Gbm132 said:
    Yep...Circus screwed up, you don't mess with healers, and it was Panpan, poor clown is for some BAD times.
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    Sledgehammer to the chest of a parahuman who literally does nothing all day but heal people in their free time, and doesn't get involved in fights against villains?

    It's still a bad look.
     
    Hylas_Daemonem said:
    The giant hammer to her chest? You can't really aim to paralyze someone during combat without putting them in extreme danger of death.
    And it doesn't even really matter if Circus meant to. They very nearly killed (a) the city's main source of external income- medical tourism- and (b) the get out of death free card.
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    WTF Amy was not propping up the the Bays economy. Where did you get that idea?
     
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