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Anyone have the full names of all of the BB Protectorate and wards?
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I know Armsmaster is known as Arsenal in one of Eden's visions, but is the name Arsenal ever used anywhere else?
Seraviel's Manager over on SB has Arsenal as one of Taylor's many cape personas.I know Armsmaster is known as Arsenal in one of Eden's visions, but is the name Arsenal ever used anywhere else?
Because my mused is nothing if not fickle, I give you:
For the Love of Combat. (Worm/DBZ Fusion)
Taylor's breath came in ragged gasps, her muscles burned, she was covered with bruises, and a massive smile was on her face. She was somehow managing to stay in her rough fighting stance. The man across from her was nowhere near as tired as she was, despite being only half her height.
He dropped out of his own fighting stance. "That's enough, I think we're at your limit for today."
"I can keep going, Krillin Sensei." She protested between breaths.
Her sensei merely shook his head. "Of course you can, but you'll need a trip to the hospital afterwards."
"Yes Sensei." She breathed as she automatically began going into her warming-down exercises.
Her sensei turned and walked over to the side of the dojo, talking as he went. "One of the most important things about martial arts is knowing your current limits. As you train you'll slowly surpass those limits, but if you push yourself too far to fast, you'll only set yourself back while you recover."
Grabbing a towel from a rack and a sports drink from a shelf, he tossed both of them at his student (who fumbled a bit as she grabbed both items out of the air). "Now, all that said, have you been working on your meditation like I've instructed?"
Finishing a long pull from the sports drink, Taylor lets out a sigh of relief before answering. "Yes Sensei, I think I've got the exercises down."
"Show me."
Moving her tired body into a sitting position on the mat, Taylor closes her eyes and begins going through the meditation exercises that her she'd been taught.
Her sensei was only mildly surprised to see a visible aura appear around her after only a minute. A fond smile appeared on his face as he thought about his student's progress. In the two years she's been studying with him he's grown attached to his student, and not just for her determination. She was an honestly good kid and he enjoyed having her around.
Oddly enough, she reminded him of Goku, in that she seems to love a good fight. The few times that some of his friends came over to visit, she always asked if they could spar (in that adorably shy way of hers).
He was honestly beginning to think that she has a natural affinity to sensing ki, because even when his friends try to disguise themselves, she always seemed to pick out who the fighters were (granted, none of his friends were particularly good at disguising themselves, but still).
Coming to a decision, he clears his throat. "That's enough, Taylor."
His student's aura slowly disapates before she opens her eyes. "Did I do something wrong, Sensei?"
He just shook his head. "On the contrary, you've surprised me with how good you've gotten at it. I honestly wasn't expecting to have to explain this to you for another month, at least."
"'Explain'? Explain what, Sensei?"
"When you meditate, you can actually feel your ki flow through your body." It wasn't a question. "Many martial artists never even reach that point. You have a gift."
"I, er, thank you, Sensei." She said with a modest blush.
"So, let me ask you an odd question: are you familiar with Saiyaman out in West City?"
She blinked at the seeming non-sequitur. "The superhero with the helmet and goofy poses that gives Mouse Protector a run for her money?"
"Yeah~, him." Her sensei sounded strangely exasperated as he shook his head. "I actually know the kid. What most people don't know about him is that he's not a parahuman at all. He's a martial artist with a lot of ki and good control." Krillin decided to leave out the part about alien genetics, as it wasn't really relevant to the conversation. "Everything he can do, I can too, and so can a lot of others in our group." He stated simply.
Taylor seemed to be alternating between disbelief and astonished wonder as her sensei talked. "So that's where Saiyagirl came from! She must be his student."
"Something like that. Now, I bring this up for two reasons." He continued. "You've already been channeling your ki to be able to break those concrete blocks and toughen your skin when being hit." At her startled expression he chuckled. "What? Did you think it was normal for a human to be able to shatter large blocks of solid concrete like you've been doing? Without ki or some other kind of powers, anyone else would have shattered their hand, no matter how much training they'd done. Now that you've been able to consciously feel your ki, I'll be teaching you more advanced techniques, and these things will be obvious." he says as he casually forms a ball of energy in his hand and offered it to her for examination.
Taylor just sat their awestruck as she felt the ki radiating off of it. "Whoa."
Krillin chuckled at her expression. "The other reason, is that I can tell you've been wanting to go out and use your new skills to fight crime for a while, now. You want to be a hero, I can feel it on you. It's one of the reasons you train as hard as you do."
She blushed again as he said it. "Er- well, yes." She admitted sheepishly.
"Every so often we get kids in here who want to learn to be superheros. Most of them aren't willing to put the effort in to get to that point." He shakes his head again as he thinks back on some of the kids in question, before looking back up at Taylor again.
"You're different, though. You want to fight crime, but that's not the only reason you're training. You love martial arts; you love to fight." He looks her straight in the eye; studying her intently. "The reason I bring this up is because I don't want you to do any crime-fighting until I'm sure that you can take care of yourself. That means you wait until I say you're ready before you go putting yourself in danger. Am I clear?"
A hundred different emotions warred within Taylor as he looked at her, before she finally nodded with determination. "Yes Sensei. And... Thank you."
He just chuckled and walked up to her, patting her arm. "Good, now go shower; my wife's got dinner for us and Marron's been asking to see you again.
She chuckled herself at that. "You know I never pass up a chance to see her."
As she reached the door Krillin called out one more time. "Oh, and I'll be telling your father all of this."
Taylor froze in her tracks before gently banging her head on the door. "Damn."
***
AN: I blame my recent purchase of Dragon Ball Xenoverse for this (and maybe all the DBZ fanfiction I used to read )
The basic premise of this is that Danny signed Taylor up for martial arts classes at Krillin after she gets back from summer camp. After interacting with her for a bit, and noticing her good heart and dream of being a superhero, he decides to take her under his wing.
If I continue it, she's not going to turn into the super powerhouses that the Saiyans are, but a more tricky/resourceful fighter like Krillin became after Goku started surpassing him (destructo-disk, solar-flare, etc.).
And now, bed.
Because my muse is nothing if not fickle, I give you:
For the Love of Combat. (Worm/DBZ Fusion)
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AN: I blame my recent purchase of Dragon Ball Xenoverse for this (and maybe all the DBZ fanfiction I used to read )
The basic premise of this is that Danny signed Taylor up for martial arts classes at Krillin after she gets back from summer camp. After interacting with her for a bit, and noticing her good heart and dream of being a superhero, he decides to take her under his wing.
If I continue it, she's not going to turn into the super powerhouses that the Saiyans are, but a more tricky/resourceful fighter like Krillin became after Goku started surpassing him (destructo-disk, solar-flare, etc.).
And now, bed.
I'll agree that it's good but Scion should be no means be a pushover, the important thing to note being that if ki is real here then Scion should know about ki as they'd have encountered some race able to use it and studied it in depth like everything else. So what you've actually done is turn the millions of year old planet sized alien that is more intelligent then all of humanity ever combined into a dragonball style ki user, see the issue? Anyway that just applies more so if Bills was the source of them as he'd definitely have created ki using beings.I like it. I take it Zion will be dealt with easily though. Ki is proven to break dimensional barriers. Honestly, Bills probably got the entities going since he is too damn lazy to do his job.
Yes.
EDIT: but srsly, Taylor is halfway to Mind of Steel by her intro, there's no way this can end well. She's firmly of the Emiya School of Heroism.
Well, I was under the impression that at best, we're just delaying Angel Notes, but if she can win in your crossover scenario, it'll be a blast.
A thought inspired by a fairly random post someone did on SB.com:
It could be interesting/amusing to see a villain taken down by someone saying "You aren't acting like the person Mr. Rogers knew you could be."
I could see Lisa or Dinah saying it to Bonesaw in a fairly serious fic, or somebody saying it to, for example, Hookwolf or Jack Slash, in a more comedic story.
A pretty slow recovery snippet, probably going to rewrite it in the future, but I think it does an okay job of setting up Taylor's mental state and the damage done to her family.
Unbeta'd as usual.
Previous Chapter
Embrace of Steel, Part 3
Taylor Hebert laid on the sidewalk with her arms wrapped around herself, sobbing uncontrollably. As she curled into a ball, all she could think of was the look in her mother's eyes as she stood in the street with a lance jutting from her breast.
'Little Owl...'
Spasms wracked her body, and her sobbing was replaced by a hacking cough, violent enough to drive shards of new agony into her already tortured ribs.
Blood spattered the ground before her face.
She heard shuffling at her side. "Taylor, oh god Taylor!"
Taylor lifted her head, staring blearily at the figure kneeling beside her. "Daddy?"
He turned away to shout down the street, "I need some help over here!" Just like her dad to run into a battlefield, she thought.
"Dad? You need..." Her plea was interrupted by another round of spasms, and she coughed up even more blood. "...to run."
"Shh, shh, kiddo. It's okay." Her father placed one hand against her cheek, and gave her a watery smile. "You stopped them, they're down."
Taylor couldn't help but press into her father's hand. It was cool against her feverish skin, and the contact eased some of her ache. Danny shifted some to rest her head in his lap, and slowly stroked her hair, as she cradled her hands to her chest and cried tears of of grief and pain.
She felt warm droplets land on her head, and looked up to see her father crying tears of his own.
Taylor reached out and touched his hand, offering her own measure of comfort, and in doing so came into contact with Danny's wedding ring. On reflex, she imposed the order of metal upon her mind, numbing the pain and washing away the fatigue.
The gold band was less rigid, more malleable, than that of the Steel of the weapons she had wielded, but it would have to do.
Taylor shifted in place, and sat up to take in the scene around her.
PRT trucks had arrived, and were disgorging troops armed with containment foam, who swiftly emptied their tanks over the prone forms of Hookwolf and Kaiser, while Armsmaster and Miss Militia stood guard.
Ambulances were parked nearby, and Taylor observed stoically as a team cordoned off the area around her mother's body.
The memory of her mother's eyes flashed through her memory, and grief surged behind the Steel.
Her grip on her father's hand tightened fractionally.
A pair of EMT's arrived with a stretcher, and quickly began examining her and Danny while asking questions Taylor only paid partial notice to. The majority of her attention was instead focused on the approaching form of Armsmaster.
As the power-armored form of the local Protectorate leader drew closer, Taylor had to draw even further on the strength granted by her contact with the metal of her father's ring. They may have cooperated to end the battle, but Taylor had not forgotten Armsmaster's involvement in her mother's death.
The hero stopped a short distance away. Further than the reach of his Halberd, she noted with dark amusement. 'He's right to be cautious.'
"That was an admirable thing you did," he began, nodding towards the battlefield, "but incredibly reckless. You could have easily been injured beyond what you already are. Or worse."
If Taylor hadn't been regulating herself with her newfound power, she would've snapped then and there, and probably verbally assaulted the cape. Possibly even attacked him if she weren't crippled by the pain.
As it was, she decided to stick to pointed remarks. "Somebody had to step in before you let someone else get killed."
Armsmaster frowned heavily at that, and drew himself up, standing straighter to try and loom over her. She felt her father stiffen behind her, recognizing the behavior of a man about to start a tirade.
The situation was defused though, and Taylor spared the cape's self-righteousness, by one of the attending EMTs. "Unless you have something necessary," the man emphasized, "to say, then go away and stop antagonizing my patient. She shouldn't even be sitting up right now, let alone getting into arguments."
Armsmaster looked like he wanted to argue anyway, but Miss Militia chose that moment to arrive. "Sir?"
He turned his head slightly, not letting Taylor out of his view. Taylor simply stared flatly.
"Let's go." Armsmaster declared. With that, the Tinker turned and stalked away. Miss Militia hesitated a moment, giving Taylor and Danny a worried glance, before she followed.
"Prick," muttered the EMT who had spoken up, as he readied the stretcher next to her. Taylor felt more than heard her father snort, and she glanced up at him.
Danny Hebert looked like hell. Blood had seeped from a light wound on his forehead, and had traced a path down the side of his face. One lens in his glasses had cracked, and the frame sat askew. Tears and holes spotted his shirt, and the man had somehow lost a boot.
But he was alive. Taylor knew it could have been so much worse, that she could have lost not only her mother, but her father too. Any number of things could have happened, but she still had him.
Taylor gave Danny's hand another squeeze, and he reciprocated. They still had eachother.
The moment was ended, however, when the EMT's had to load her onto the waiting stretcher. The loss of contact with her father's ring caused her to gasp in shock at overwhelming sensations that had been held at bay, and left her groping wildly for the Steel she knew was near.
Her hand met the frame of the stretcher, and she once more blocked out the torturous pain with the cool rigidity of Steel.
As the stretcher was loaded into the ambulance, Danny stood by anxiously. "I'll be right behind you Taylor, okay?"
Taylor nodded weakly.
The doors were shut, and the ambulance was soon making good time down the streets to Brockton Bay General.
The journey passed in a blink, it seemed to Taylor, and they were soon wheeling her down the hall and into a room. Carefully, she was transferred to a bed, and more questions were asked to which Taylor answered to the best of her ability until her father arrived and took over.
Taylor laid back in the bed, staring at the ceiling and focusing on her steelsense, feeling the location of every blade and edge in her range and using the metal frame of her bed to keep the world at bay.
She knew it probably wasn't a good idea to be blocking out the world like she was, with new and unfamiliar powers that could have any number of effects.
But she didn't care. She didn't want to have to feel.
She was brought out of her disconnected haze by a hand, brushing against her forehead. Taylor blinked, and looked over to see her father staring at her worriedly, and smiled weakly. "Hey Dad."
"Hey kiddo. How are you feeling?"
She shrugged. "Like I got hit by a truck, and dragged along through a mile of bad road."
Danny grimaced. "Well, I'm told Panacea is in the building, and should be here soon."
As if summoned by those words, Panacea choose that moment to enter the room, white robes trailing behind her. The door closed shut behind her with a soft 'click'.
The premiere healer of Brockton Bay paused a moment, and appeared to take a deep breath, and strode across the room, clipboard in hand.
As the famed healer stopped at her bedside, Taylor thought to herself, 'She looks about how I feel.'
Under the robe, Panacea's shoulders were slumped, looking narrow and sharp even through the fabric. Frizzy strands of hair drifted out from under her hood and trailed along her face, occasionally to be blown out of the way. There were bags under her eyes, and her skin was the kind of pale you only see from stress or illness.
"Taylor…" she paused, and glanced at the clipboard, "Hebert?"
Taylor nodded, and Danny spoke up, "Yes. Thank you for coming for my little girl, Panacea. It means a lot."
The cape turned slightly towards him, and gave a noncommittal shrug. "It's why I'm here."
She faced Taylor once more, expression serious. "Do I have your permission to heal you?"
Taylor nodded once again, and extended one hand. "Yeah, thank you."
Panacea reached out and lightly touched the offered hand. Taylor didn't know what to expect, but certainly not for the cape to immediately flinch and gasp minutely.
Taylor giggled nervously at the reaction, and asked, "What's the damage, doc?"
"Three fractured ribs, multiple fractures in your right Humerus and both Ulna." Panacea paused for a moment, eyes widening slightly in surprise, before she continued unabated. "You've sprained your right Supraspinatus and left Teres Major, torn your left Meniscus and multiple locations in your Latissimus Dorsi, and you have a series of first and second degree burns on both your hands and forearms."
Taylor blinked, and looked to her dad. "Did you understand any of that? Because I only got about half of it."
Danny was white as a sheet, and had the arms of his chair in a white-knuckle grip.
Panacea gave her a flat look. "Frankly, you shouldn't even be lucid right now, the pain should have you incoherent."
Taylor gulped.
"How are you..." Panacea trailed off, and realization flashed behind her eyes. "I see."
A sensation of warmth swept over her, and Taylor felt her wounds mend, bones fusing together and muscles rebuilding.
"I had to use some of your body's natural stores of fat, so you'll be pretty hungry for the next few days at least. Get lots of protein and carbs, and drink plenty of water." She spoke as if reciting a well-practiced speech.
Taylor nodded thankfully, and relinquished her mental grasp on the Steel.
The aches and bright points of pain were gone, but there was little to do for the grief and anger that even now threatened to overcome her. Exhausted, she flopped backwards into the embrace of crisp hospital sheets.
Dimly, she heard her father and Panacea talking, and a moment later heard the door open and shut once more.
A hand stroked her hair, and she opened her eyes to see her father standing at her bedside. "I've got to take care of some things with the hospital, you go ahead and rest, okay Taylor?"
Taylor nodded slowly. "Okay. Love you Dad."
He gave a tired smile. "Love you too kiddo."
Danny turned and exited the room, leaving Taylor to her thoughts.
The PRT had captured Kaiser and Hookwolf, but the Merchants were still out there, and Armsmaster had yet to answer for his own part in her mother's death.
Taylor was going to rectify that. She had the power to do so at her fingertips.
She would make this right.
She would be an Avenger.
Not a hundred percent satisfied with it, but it doesn't do me any good sitting on my drive without critique. Next chapter is going to be from the Protectorate's perspective, and maybe a PHO interlude after that. Then things start shaking up as Avenger hits the streets.
Why was Armsmaster ready to get into a triad with an obviously injured 13 year old girl? I know Armsmaster's social skills get over flanderlized in fanon but that just seems like a dick move and not to mention bad PR. Something he would be aware of. Plus it would limit the chances of said chances of the girl ever joining the wards, especially since she seems like a powerful parahuman.
Honestly, it is like you are trying to set up Armsmaster to be as much of a dick as possible so Taylor goes down a darker road then her canon self.
But meh, story is still interesting so far.
Taylor was also right that they got her mom killed. But sadly that had to happen sometimes.
Thanks for the feedback, this sort of stuff is exactly what I'm looking for.
This is right around canon start, so Taylor is actually almost 16 now. Armsmaster being a dick was probably a bit over the top, and will be toned down in revisions, but he was also just upstaged by an unknown and then called out on negligence by said unknown - who is a young girl who obviously doesn't know better and should be quiet.
He is going to be in a bit of trouble for his bluster in the Protectorate interlude, but I'll have it toned down by then to be less belligerent and more dismissive.
Taylor probably wasn't going to be joining the Wards at the start regardless of Armsy's behavior though. They would restrict her too much, and she know they'd never let her go after the Merchants the way she wants to. Vigilantism is where it's at for Avenger.
Np.
Honestly Taylor has no secret identity. If she does go vigilante she will have no protection for all sorts of things. Like people going after her father to make an example of or whatever.
But it honestly makes sense that this Taylor would be making some bad decisions in the near future.
Actually, recalling the early chapters of Worm it would be fanon Armsmaster that would show some respect and back down for the moment. Canon Armsmaster was not adorkably unaware... He was an asshole. He was usually right but that didn't make him any less of an asshole. Hell his second meeting with Skitter he starts out ripping into her because his plan to steal the glory of taking down Lung backfired because of his negligence. And when she asked for official protection for her undercover work, actually now that I think about it she basically would have been a pretty typical CI at this point, he not only denied her but proceeded to go on a long rant about how she was being a stupid little shit of a teenager. Again, he was right that doesn't make it less of a dick move.
So to me, if what he was about to say was technically right just incredibly dickish in form and timing... Yeah, that's canon Armsy.
Actually, recalling the early chapters of Worm it would be fanon Armsmaster that would show some respect and back down for the moment. Canon Armsmaster was not adorkably unaware... He was an asshole. He was usually right but that didn't make him any less of an asshole. Hell his second meeting with Skitter he starts out ripping into her because his plan to steal the glory of taking down Lung backfired because of his negligence. And when she asked for official protection for her undercover work, actually now that I think about it she basically would have been a pretty typical CI at this point, he not only denied her but proceeded to go on a long rant about how she was being a stupid little shit of a teenager. Again, he was right that doesn't make it less of a dick move.
So to me, if what he was about to say was technically right just incredibly dickish in form and timing... Yeah, that's canon Armsy.
They just got done with a fight, not only that but it's the fight she triggered in and they know as everyone involved seriously lost time and fell abit.
Seriously.
Showing up or bullshit shouldn't be anywhere on the docket at all. I mean she's there on the ground huddling with her dad for pete's sake. And there are car wreck and impaled bodies.
It should be are you okay. Here have masks or get in this trust while the cape Met get there.
His first appearance is him being reasonable and trying to look out for a new para. Stealing the glory of a capture? More like keeping her from painting a target on her back without a team.
In the second meeting he doesn't blowup just because of lung. No he blows up because of Lung in combination with Taylor telling him that she'd joined a supervillain, gave them her face, and wanted him to let her pull off a felony while telling him nothing of use.
And the second about letting her go from crashing the fundraiser of a victims of a bombing.