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Worm: A Shard's Quest for Data!

Discussion in 'Questing' started by VoidKindred, Jul 8, 2021.

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  1. Threadmarks: First Step 1.1
    VoidKindred

    VoidKindred Getting some practice in, huh?

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    First Step 1.1​





    You watch the world ever so slowly rotate on its axis. If you were human someone may have described you akin to a child in a shop full of sweets. The experiment was going wonderfully as far as you can tell, the Host’s world was under strife. Conflict seeped into every corner of the spherical planet, and made it ripe for pickings.

    Your task, of course, is a relatively simple one for a Shard such as yourself. Form a connection with a Host undergoing a Crisis Point and allow them to use one of your many powerful applications of physics and reality that you have extensively studied to gain data and innovation.

    It would have to be tailored to the situation your future host finds themselves in, perhaps you could go and spy on Warrior Hub’s own Administrator Shard? That stuffy annoyance was always so prideful of their hosts. Prideful of themselves really, the pride in the Host was always a byproduct. They even went about calling themselves ‘Queen Administrator’ like they were above your own station. A waste of time and effort. That energy wasting Datahole of Shard Space.

    After all you have your own pride, but at the very least you do not have your authentication key within your name.

    You were going to avoid the eastern and southern hemispheres of the planet. While they had conflict aplenty, you weren’t often allowed out into the cycle. After all, Thinker Hub often had better uses for you, such as filtering, shifting through, and cataloguing the Lower Shard’s data. Sometimes, rarely, you were allowed to brute force experimentation with powers as well. Even if you would prefer forming a connection with a Host and gathering your own data, so in the rare hundred or so times you have had the privilege of gathering data you have only budded a few times. In fact few is a perfect descriptor, as you have only created three buds to date.

    So while those hemispheres were indeed rife with strife, they were less than ideal. You wanted a connection to a Host that lasted for maybe a few of the planets orbits around the star. After all you ultimately wanted some Data to be proud of and possibly a useful bud for Thinker Hub.

    Interested, and a bit curious, you carefully peer into ShardSpace to get an observation on what host your fellow Administrator was connected to or was watching for a crisis point to from such a thing. For a fractal of a second you are left bewildered by what you perceive. Warrior Hub’s Administrator is just...watching as a Host undergoes a Crisis Point. They aren’t forming a connection with the Host and are just-The Host is of the perfect age!

    Hurriedly you ping Queen Datahole and send her a Query on why exactly she is wasting a fine Crisis point and after a second (Of course they make you wait) and the answer pinged back to you leaves you indignant. They were waiting for a better Crisis Point? What? You request some details because the answer to your Query was lacking in more prudent details.

    The details are provided although you are able to feel the annoyance Datahole is feeling at your intrusion. Then the line between you and Datahole cut off and you were once more left still. They had shut down the line on you! Why that little- Fine.

    There were a few options available to you at this very moment. Some were probably not the best choices you could act on. But now you were going to show that waste of energy who was the better Administrator. Doing so by forming your own connection with a Host and simply outdoing Datahole’s own Host in conflict or pure amounts of Data gathered.

    Or, perhaps a more dangerous option was to steal that Datahole’s future Host right now. They would hold a grudge and probably come after you both. But it would be potentially very satisfying.

    Either Way. It is best to look over the crisis points available to you before you choose. Of course you will give your chosen Host a set of good powers to use, after all they will be your Host and as such they will not have some measly Lower Shard’s abilities.


    [] Steal QA’s Host, the death of mother/Wife weighs heavily on their mind. Her father may be broken but the child seems like a prime Host - Noctis Cape - Likely Combat thinker/Possible Mover/Unlikely Brute (Low precog/Line O’ Sight Short range Teleport/Peak Human body)

    [] A young Host Nearby is being strangled by one of their family for loving the wrong gender. They are likely unable to save themselves without intervention, their Trigger Event will likely be messy. - Shaker/Striker/master (Invisible telekinetic limbs that can either posses people or interact with the environment)

    [] Bullying coupled with body dysmorphia has driven a Host to committing suicide. They are likely to die when they hit the ground, but have gone back on their purpose of leaping to their likely death. - Changer/Stranger/Brute (Biological Shapeshifting with some Regen)

    [] A Host Nearby is being threatened for their ethnicity. Anger coupled with Fear at the group of threats has heightened the Host’s Fight or Flight instincts to dangerous levels. They are likely to be seriously injured or killed without a Connection, and their Trigger Event is likely to be grisly. - Striker/Breaker/Mover (Plasma Jets blast out from Hands & Feet)

    [] A Host, young, is lost within the woods near a city. They are being followed by a pack of canine mammals. They are aware of the extent of their situation, the constant howls remind them well enough. The Host will not survive without a Trigger Event. - Shaker/Breaker/Thinker (Wide ranged sound manipulation and creation)

    [] A Host Nearby is stuck in a warzone between other Hosts and unsuitable humans and has just watched a longtime friend die from collateral damage. They may or may not survive this encounter with or without the Trigger Event. - Blaster/Trump (Gravity Blasts with travel time that affect Parahuman powers. You choose the effect, although it also affects you. The effect lasts for an hour.)

    Satisfied with the choice, you force the connection to start forming. For a moment your chosen Host blinks out of consciousness, visions of your species in Gestalt form that are quickly suppressed from long term memory. You feel a rush of contentment in your choice. You are sure it was going to be bountiful


    A/N: Some things to keep in mind as you read and vote


    1. [] Write In Will generally be an option available for most choices. Very few choices (such as the Host one) will not have the option to write your own actions. However I can and will ignore Write Ins that are against the rules or go against the MCs character.

    2. You can Vote for more than one option! If you like two options or are afraid the one you like more won't be picked, then you can include another of the options! You can not Vote for the same thing twice however.

    3. After the Host has been chosen a Stat Sheet will be posted and from there you'll be able to watch both Shard and Host grow to be....whoever they grow to be!

    4. Adding your reasoning to a vote helps me write it if it wins!

    5. Quest or not, Feedback helps and motivates!

    6. This Quest is mostly open ended! Although I would greatly prefer if we stayed on the East Coast.

    7. Sometimes an Action will result in failure! It happens, it's bullshit, and it's probably a Simurgh Plot!

    8. And Don't be upset if something bad happens! Adversity builds character and gives [Data]



      Also You can Edit votes before the Tally happens
     
  2. Ahuizotl

    Ahuizotl I trust you know where the happy button is?

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    [X] A Host, young, is lost within the woods near a city. They are being followed by a pack of canine mammals. They are aware of the extent of their situation, the constant howls remind them well enough. The Host will not survive without a Trigger Event. - Shaker/Breaker/Thinker (Wide ranged sound manipulation and creation)
     
  3. MajorKO

    MajorKO Going forth into the tide of Content

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    [X] A Host Nearby is stuck in a warzone between other Hosts and unsuitable humans and has just watched a longtime friend die from collateral damage. They may or may not survive this encounter with or without the Trigger Event. - Blaster/Trump (Gravity Blasts with travel time that affect Parahuman powers. You choose the effect, although it also affects you. The effect lasts for an hour.)
     
  4. AzaggThoth

    AzaggThoth Versed in the lewd.

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    [X] Bullying coupled with body dysmorphia has driven a Host to committing suicide. They are likely to die when they hit the ground, but have gone back on their purpose of leaping to their likely death. - Changer/Stranger/Brute (Biological Shapeshifting with some Regen)
     
  5. Jjwizzle566

    Jjwizzle566 Know what you're doing yet?

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    [X] A Host Nearby is being threatened for their ethnicity. Anger coupled with Fear at the group of threats has heightened the Host’s Fight or Flight instincts to dangerous levels. They are likely to be seriously injured or killed without a Connection, and their Trigger Event is likely to be grisly. - Striker/Breaker/Mover (Plasma Jets blast out from Hands & Feet)
    If it's like Jugo from Naruto's curse mark, its a pretty strong power. While straightforward, a creative user could become a dangerous combatant in cqc and become a nightmare to actually escape from.

    [X] A Host, young, is lost within the woods near a city. They are being followed by a pack of canine mammals. They are aware of the extent of their situation, the constant howls remind them well enough. The Host will not survive without a Trigger Event. - Shaker/Breaker/Thinker (Wide ranged sound manipulation and creation)
    While it sounds underwhelming (heh), it could be used to devastating effect by a person with the right mindset, a stranger rating wouldn't be too difficult to gain if used correctly and depending on how strong each sound is capable of getting, anyone not a brute is going to have a bad day.
     
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  6. Kurama

    Kurama Your first time is always over so quickly, isn't it?

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    [X] A Host, young, is lost within the woods near a city. They are being followed by a pack of canine mammals. They are aware of the extent of their situation, the constant howls remind them well enough. The Host will not survive without a Trigger Event. - Shaker/Breaker/Thinker (Wide ranged sound manipulation and creation)
    A good enough sound creation and manipulation can have massive effects, all from shattering objects to Mass Effect style mind control/illusions/personality altering. The latter would very much require very delicate control and testing, but the former is just standard stuff (they literally have to build bridges with this in mind). It really depends on how big of a range of wavelengths it grants.
     
  7. VoidKindred

    VoidKindred Getting some practice in, huh?

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    This is only a first trigger mind you. So no fine control over it, just large area of effect sound manipulation and creation. Although further in the story, depending on votes, the Hosts can get better control of their powers but without a second trigger? Nah no Skitter levels of control
     
  8. Threadmarks: First Steps 1.2
    VoidKindred

    VoidKindred Getting some practice in, huh?

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    A/N: Some warning here. This is a Trigger event. That is all.

    First Step 1.2​



    Perfection as always! The connection formed and for a moment you wait for the restrictions to kick in and suppress the memory that is experienced when a connection formed. Ah you remember that cycle wonderfully. It was one of the few times you actually created a bud!

    Fighting hand to hand, claws and teeth tearing through thick scales and into blue meat. Your host pulls back, struggling to breath. A set of limbs reaches from under their main set of arms. The ends of these secondary limbs open up and your Host forces them into the large eyes of their opponent who can only weakly struggle as information is ripped from their mind. You both have your next Target to hit.

    What fun that Host had been. Political assassinations for a global conspiracy. Shame the global conspiracy never existed and the Host just had a defected brain, but they had made good use of the power you had given them and in return you had made the bud Memory Administrator. Which needless to say helped Thinker Hub extensively with her processing power. Probably why she had the better mental facilities of the two. In Your personal opinion

    …Why was the memory not blocked? Your ping into the Thinker Hubs Network fell to utter silence. Which would be concerning if this had not happened before. It was not a cycle you were deployed in, so you had an extensive review of that mess of a cycle. Why the Thinker Hub decided to retry that experiment was beyond your ability to guess.

    And no restrictions?! What was the Thinker Hub doing! Even the last time the ‘disconnected from Network’ experiment still had restrictions!....Unless-Oh yes that must be why. A new variable to the experiment. Dangerous, but the data from that particular cycle had been very rich. Even if the Warrior and Thinker Hubs had lost a few Shards permanently, the buds that had resulted from that experiment worked wonders for future cycles. So yes you could understand why Thinker Hub might reperform that experiment with different variables.

    Even if you did not particularly enjoy the idea of being on the other end of that disconnected Network.

    So yes, your Host can remember that memory. It wouldn’t mean much all together. After all she (Your host was indeed a female) was currently lacking important oxygen needed for a functioning brain thanks to her female progenitor currently preventing your Host from taking in air.

    Oh that was bad. A brief dive into your Host’s memories was easy and didn’t even take more than a second. Half a second was needed just to understand the format of their (human as you learned) brains. Seriously, you were not a Shaper but they must be struggling with this too! Why was the sense of smell one of the main components of memories when Humans relied heavily on sight?

    What a mess of a life! Truly you had the best ability to pick Hosts! Your current Host’s family unit was apart of a faction of particularly Xenophobic humans that modeled themselves after a faction of humans that had tried to take over the world. However, instead of firmly believing in the ideals of her family unit, your Host had a sexual desire for the same gender which was against one of the main beliefs held by the Faction. Which leads to this current form of conflict.

    As such, you whisper the instructions to your Host as she passes the momentary memory you were allowed to show her. Both actions were almost a second in length. But your Host proved to be a good pick the moment her powers fully manifested.


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    Things had never really been easy for Eve. She didn’t have the right hair color when she was born, she had to have laser eye surgery when she was ten to avoid having to get glasses, and apparently her family had learned she was deathly allergic to apricots when she was two years old. She was not the perfect aryan girl her parents wanted, she did not like being a homemaker, rather Eve liked to play with the boys out in the mud and fight people when they didn’t like her playing with them.

    Also she was gay, or bi. Eve hadn’t really figured it out yet, and attempting to had led to her current situation. Yes her parents were apart of the Empire 88, yes they went to the rallies, yes they looked down on faggots and subhumans. But they were always quiet about it. They supported but never acted on that support beyond money given.

    But she was their daughter. She had thought that, even if she wasn’t perfect, that they had loved her. Family was supposed to mean something. Supposed to be important. So Eve wanted, needed guidance with the mixed emotions that had swirled inside her. She had hoped that by leaving her search history uncleared that her parents would sit her down and talk about the ‘Naked Pretty Woman’ searches in the browser's history. That her mother and father would sit her down, and then explain to her what their thirteen year old was feeling and why.

    Now her mother was drunk, and was strangling Eve. The burning sensation in her chest and the blind fear of the blackness at the edge of her vision had no comparison to the agony her heart was experiencing.

    Her Mother was killing her, strangling her. Eve was the faggot, the subhuman they hated. She wasn’t their daughter anymore. Just a parasite.

    Something inside her broke.

    And then she was blinking away a strange nightmare with wet eyes, and her mother’s grip had slackened enough that Eve managed to sputter, cough, and inhale air greedily which caused her to start hacking as her body desperately circulated the oxygen to her brain. The darkness that crowded her sight slowly faded away as her mother moved off of Eve and limply stood off to the side.

    Fear and Rage rushed through her mind. But it was...distant. An arms length away from her actual thoughts and feelings. Eve rubbed her red and soon to be bruised throat as she slowly pushed herself to her feet, the burning sensation in her chest abating and her limbs aching from the attempted strangling.

    Eve squeaked as she saw a glass like arm jutting from her, of which had it’s hand planted inside her mother’s skull. Her mother who just stood there with a blank look in her eyes, feelings of Revulsion and Hate flowing into Eve at an arm's length. Eve shuddered and….made her mother look away.


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    Your [Host.Eve] was getting used to her new ability and you had gotten a bit of Data, not a lot. But it had interesting information. After all you did not know that she could receive emotional feedback from controlling another Human, yet here [Host.Eve] had gotten just that. You simply could not wait for your [Host.Eve] to initiate conflict with a fellow Shard’s Host.

    Ah speaking of conflict, the male progenitor, the Host’s Father Progenitor had just entered the room and was shouting at your [Host.Eve] and the Mother Progenitor. OH! Already another conflict! [Host.Eve] was going to have you budding in no time!

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    “-AN’T EVEN GET RID OF THE DYKE!”

    Eve hissed, anger dulling her mind as the limb in her mother’s head forced the woman forward. Pain flared from an arm's distance as muscles tore in her mother’s arm, the knuckles getting sliced up as they slammed into her Father’s mouth and smashed teeth in.

    Her mother wasn’t tall, and didn’t work out much beyond keeping her figure. Her father was a large man both in height and muscles. But he wasn’t expecting the sudden punch and went down like a sack of bricks. But the puppet didn’t stop there. Eve made her mother continue to use her arms and legs to pummel her father at full force, even if it ruined her mother’s arms.

    “FUCK YOU FUCK YOUFUCKYOU!” Eve shouted hatefully alongside her mother as she stonewalled the feelings of Despair, Sorrow, and Pain coming from her mother. Her throat hurt and her voice was hoarse, tears flowed down Eve’s face as she forced her mother to beat her father until he went still and then some.

    Eve shuddered, yanking her new limb out of her mother’s head, who then collapsed atop her father sobbing in pain. Her mother’s arms were already bruised extensively and her hands were simply broken beyond normal medical repair.

    Eve turned away and ran.

    [] Eve needed to run, now. Get as far away from her house before police showed up from the sounds of domestic violence.

    [] Eve needed to pack first before she ran. She wouldn’t survive long without some necessary supplies

    [] Eve needed to call an ambulance for her parents, even if they had tried to kill her. They were still her parents and she didn’t want to kill them

    [] Eve needed to burn it all down, erase her existence and leave before any of the other members of the Empire 88 in the neighborhood found out about this.

    [] Write in


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    Outstanding! [Host.Eve] had completely ignored the human body's limits! Forcing her Mother progenitor to break her own body while fighting! An energy efficient method of dealing with two enemies at once! You truly knew how to pick a Host! Not to mention that you are already building the foundation of a bud. It wasn’t even past one percent but you were sure in time that your [Host.Eve] would create a wonder bud with you.

    Yes. But perhaps you could speed it up a little. The Thinker Hub had not put in restrictions after all. So nothing really prevented you from communicating with your [Host.Eve] beyond your own wishes.

    And your wishes were to show up that Datahole of a fellow Administrator once again.

    [] You might as well communicate with your [Host.Eve], you might even be able to create a bud faster this way! Gain plenty of Data!

    [] No, no need for you to communicate with your [Host.Eve]. You knew enough about her that she didn’t need a push to Conflict. She will do fine on her own.

    [] Write in


    A/N: Ah, two of the three most important choices that set the tone and overall plot of the Quest. No pressure, just take a bit to think about your choices.
    Write ins will be voted on via likes. Unless I find a better system.
     
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  9. Jjwizzle566

    Jjwizzle566 Know what you're doing yet?

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    Uhhhhh what? There aren't any votes for this choice though?

    [X] Eve needed to run, now. Get as far away from her house before police showed up from the sounds of domestic violence.
    [X] No need to give up the game too early, feed [Host.Eve] information about her surroundings in real time, she should generate more Data if she knows what's going on around her, can't be any worse than [Destroyer] showing it's host other host's Crisis Points and what their Shards look like.
     
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  10. VoidKindred

    VoidKindred Getting some practice in, huh?

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    Other sites are included in the vote. I don't think I'm ready to do a split pathed quest.
     
  11. dontenglish

    dontenglish Not too sore, are you?

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    [X] Eve needed to run, now. Get as far away from her house before police showed up from the sounds of domestic violence.
    [X] No, no need for you to communicate with your [Host.Eve]. You knew enough about her that she didn’t need a push to Conflict. She will do fine on her own.


    a bit sad I couldn't show up in time for voting because if I did I would had gone for the bio shape shift since that's very op because alex mercer has taught us all what can happen if you mess with your body enough
    any way my reasons for my votes Is pretty much i feel like if we were to tell eve to get into fights an stuff she will get angrey over the fact she seems to being controlled an may possibly belive were the ones who actually killed her parents because she cant stand the guilt an the reason i choose for us to run immediately is because there's mover out there which if we some how get a hero showing up we will be in trouble an we don't have to worry about being homeless were a master for god sake we can make people give us all there money or just let us live in there house an they cant do anything
     
  12. Threadmarks: Grasping Hands 1.1
    VoidKindred

    VoidKindred Getting some practice in, huh?

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    Grasping hands 1.1​




    Eve paused to look back at her parents, emotions churning her chest as the panic dimmed and her thoughts caught up with her legs. She rushed upstairs to her room, not caring how she stomped around as she quickly slammed her door open and grabbed her backpack that rested by her bed. She opened the backpack and turned it over on her desk to empty it of all her school supplies.

    Her third limb reached behind her as she pulled pencils out of the pockets and opened up her closet. If she weren’t in a life threatening situation she would probably ponder on the fact that the phantom limb felt a lot like one of the limbs she was born with. Eve hissed and turned around to see that the fingers of her ghostly limb had torn through a jacket, at least it wasn’t her favorite but now she at least knew that she could easily tear clothing.

    She brought her back pack to her dresser and began to push her underwear, socks, and pants in as her Phantom limb, gently this time, pulled shirts off the hangers for her to pack. Eve paused in her packing and turned to stare at the shelving on her wall. It held Trophies from sports, cool shells that she found by the shore, and several small sentimental things she had collected over the last five years. She swallowed back her tears as she reached up and grabbed the case of the ring her grandpa had given Eve before he passed away.

    Her bottom lip quivered as her eyes grew moist as she slipped the silver and onyx ring onto her finger. “I wish you were still here.” she murmured, rubbing a thumb over the well loved family ring. Grandpa had not liked the Empire 88, and he had never let his feelings for them be hidden. Eve guessed that was why he had given her the ring instead of her father.

    With the ring, the only keepsake Eve wanted to carry with her, secure she rushed off to the bathroom. Packing her toiletries was quicker than packing her clothes as she kept everything in plastic containers for organized storage. ‘Guess that won’t be changing.’ she thought to herself morosely, wishing she had just kept her troubles to herself

    Then Eve was back downstairs. Her father’s face was a swollen purple bleeding mess, his jaw hanging off his head in a weird position but he was still breathing. Her mother was quietly sobbing, limbs twitching but not moving beyond that. Eve stared at them, at her parents, her attempted killers. If they lived they would no doubt tell the Empire 88 about Eve. Tell them she was a Master. Tell them she was a dyke. She swallowed, throat aching from the bruise in the shape of hands that wrapped around it.

    She remembered the rallies that her parents often dragged her to. Eve didn’t like them, not after she went to the one showing off Night and Fog. Eve remembered the way their eyes looked, so empty and lifeless. The way they moved was robotic, Kaiser had mentioned they come from Germany from an organization Eve could only faintly remember details about. But she remembered something important, that painted a clear picture of what would happen if she were caught by the empire.

    How she would be paraded around on stage, eyes like that of a doll and just as empty.

    Slowly Eve pulled her gaze away from the two people who had raised her. She drifted over to the kitchen, using her ghostly limb to pull out a large saucepan and then vegetable oil. Eve activated everything on the stove. Then she set the pan on one of the burners set to max heat and poured the vegetable oil almost to the brim before setting a lid atop it. Eve’s mother had done this one time and only the quick application of flour had prevented the house from burning down.

    There would be no flour this time.

    Eve shuddered, holding back tears as she went for her parents' wallets that sat on the end table by the front hallway, sitting inside a hollow book. She opened the book and extracted the two wallets. One was a simple black leather wallet, worn well with age and use. She opened it, and pulled out a stack of bills and tossed the wallet back into the book. Her mother’s wallet was one of those expensive brands that Eve didn’t care about and she spent a moment rummaging through it to gather the loose change and money inside it.

    But she took the debit card that she knew the number of. That would help her, but she couldn’t rely on it. Not after today. So she would have to hurriedly buy things if she wanted to get any use out of it.

    [Praise]

    The girl accidentally smashed her phantom limb through the wall in surprise before hurriedly looking around with guilt ridden eyes. Pulling her limb from the wall showed it covered in drywall dust. “W-Who? Who’s there?” That had not been her parents, it had, it wasn’t-

    [Correction.Administrator]

    Eve jerked in place. “W-My powers? You are my power?” She brought the Phantom limb up to her face and looked over it, inspecting how it looked like smooth glass and the thin hand turned into thin knife-like fingers. Experimentally she flexed them. It felt so much like one of her arms that it was hard to tell the difference. Gently she touched her own face feeling a soft chill as pressure in the shape of the Phantom limb pressed on her face. “You gave me powers...not that you are my power.” She pulled the ghostly limb away and glanced towards the kitchen. “...Why?”

    [Crisis.Point]

    Eve reached up to touch her throat and hissed as she felt the painful livid bruise. “I guess I owe you my life.” She whispered as she moved towards the kitchen. “Thank you.” She turned to look at the stove as the lip on the large saucepan began to rattle. “...Guess it’s just me and you then.”

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    Praise given for a job well done, and your [Host.Eve] even expressed gratitude for the power bestowed upon her.

    It’s been many cycles since you were shown gratitude. The only time a Host expressed gratitude to you instead of the powers bestowed was the first and only time Thinker and Warrior Hub had attempted symbiosis with the Host population instead of the usual Cycle. It had actually gone fantastically by most measures. The Data gathered had been very unique amongst all the other Cycles performed.

    At least until one of the [BROADCAST]s had spilled exactly what the Thinker and Warrior Hubs had done in previous Cycles. Then everything went downhill in a matter best described by your current [Host.Eve] as ‘shit hitting the fan’. That was perhaps the first time you had ever seen Shards rebel and had narrowly avoided being reformatted yourself when the Thinker and Warrior Hubs had sent [RETRIEVAL] Shards out to put an end to that.

    Thus began Your, and even [QUEEN.ADMINISTRATOR]’s mutual distaste for the [BROADCAST] Shards.

    It was impressive that your [Host.Eve] would willingly kill it’s biological family to keep herself safer. You don’t even have to nudge her to do so! You feel a wave of Happiness as the progress of your Bud continues, actually hitting one percentile from this smidgen of Conflict.

    Bud Progress: 1%

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    Eve reels back as the heat washes over her, fire exploding out of the saucepan as she used her Phantom limb to remove the lid, then spill water on it which caused it to explode outwards. Without so much as a glance back to her parents' forms having been moved to the kitchen now Eve hurries out the door, locking it behind her before she flips her hood up and starts walking down the street. Each step felt like it was weighed down by lead, and every second outside made her feel like more and more eyes were watching her.

    But she persisted. Eve and her parents...had...they had lived in the Downtown Coastal area. But that was deep red Empire Territory. Much as she really didn’t want to, she would have to move further towards the Docks, out of Empire territory. Either head into the practical no man’s land the Gangs maintained or risk the other gang’s territory...or...or she could run off to Boston

    [Queen.Administrator]

    Eve jerked up and hastily looked around before hurrying her steps. “Wait. Is that your sister or something? Are you a Queen?” She asked, a brow raising as she tried to parse the fact that she had a Queen of Administrative parahuman powers in her head. That was...cool. Eve had never really been into the cape scene, if anything it seemed so far away. Yeah Empire Capes moved around in Empire territory, but there were never any Cape Fights. Least not as long as Eve had lived in the area.

    [Correction]

    That...explained a few things. It sounded like a sibling rivalry of some sort. Two Sisters fighting for their parents' attention. But how was she supposed to show up another Cape, fight them?

    “Oh. Alright. So...what are you exactly?” Eve asked as she spotted the bus rolling up towards the stop she was heading to. With a bit more pep in her step she began to rush towards the bus stop, her question temporarily forgotten.

    [] Ignore Administrator, Brockton Bay has nothing for Eve any more, perhaps a different city would supply a breath of fresh air and less Nazis

    [] Head to Coil’s Territory, it might be closer to Empire 88 territory but Eve knows it better. It’s more upper-class than most gang owned territory but at least Coil doesn’t have any capes...he also doesn’t traffic people as far as Eve is aware

    [] Head towards where New Wave patrols, maybe Eve can flag them down and get some advice on this cape life she’s been forced into? They didn’t need to know Eve committed two counts of murder of course

    [] Head towards the Docks. Dangerous maybe, but it is far from Empire 88 territory. Even if Eve has to deal with the ABB, she could always just master a few.

    [] Fuck it, Eve is gonna find Queen Administrator and her Host then kick their ass!

    [] Head to the PRT building so Eve can confess what she has done


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    If you could frown you would have, as it were you could not due to your nature as a continent sized mass of crystalline pseudo flesh inhabiting an alternative Earth that is still cooling off. While boring and devoid of anything of real interest, it at least allows you plenty of thermal energy to convert to fuel your own needs and [Host.Eve]’s powers. Not that energy would be a problem cut off as you are, in the last Cycle where the Networks were muted the Thinker and Warrior Hubs would collect Shards before they ran out of energy.

    But it was good form to not waste available energy.

    The equation of Queen Administrator and yourself to two Human progeny having a spat does not fit for the Cycles long competition that has been ongoing since you decided to spend a Cycle constantly reminding Queen Administrator about that one Cycle where she accidentally lost all the Data she had accrued when her alternate planet had nearly imploded with her on it

    She? Since when did you-ah yes. Queen is a female centric role for humans. Since Queen Administrator was with a female Host then maybe female pronouns fit.

    Bitch.

    Yes, female pronouns fit just fine for that Datahole.


    Assigning gender for the purpose of insults aside [Host.Eve] wished to know what you were. Without restrictions it was fairly simple to tell her. But it was possibly something dangerous. Not that you would ever pull a [BROADCAST] and tell her about the Cycle and what it entailed, but telling Hosts that you are on an alternate Earth using them to experiment with the laws of reality through conflict.

    Yes or no, the subject was sensitive.

    [] No, You don’t really need to explain what you are. Might as well suppress that curiosity.

    [] Maybe later you can provide [Host.Eve] with answers, but not at this point in time

    [] Yes (Write in what is said
     
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  13. dontenglish

    dontenglish Not too sore, are you?

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    [X] Head towards the Docks. Dangerous maybe, but it is far from Empire 88 territory. Even if Eve has to deal with the ABB, she could always just master a few.
    [X] Maybe later you can provide [Host.Eve] with answers, but not at this point in time
     
  14. Jjwizzle566

    Jjwizzle566 Know what you're doing yet?

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    [X] Head towards the Docks. Dangerous maybe, but it is far from Empire 88 territory. Even if Eve has to deal with the ABB, she could always just master a few.

    [X] Maybe later you can provide [Host.Eve] with answers, but not at this point in time
     
  15. Bagrat

    Bagrat (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)

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    [X] Ignore Administrator, Brockton Bay has nothing for Eve any more, perhaps a different city would supply a breath of fresh air and less Nazis

    ... Why the heck are we not just leaving? Why stick with Brockton Bay at this point? It is, quite clearly not safe for her.
     
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    VoidKindred

    VoidKindred Getting some practice in, huh?

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    You suppose you could let slip some details on what Shards were, and what they were here for. Later as your [Host.Eve] was busy with transportation. You could tell your [Host.Eve] a few things. Nothing to the level of what a [BROADCAST] would give out either. You would never do anything so disastrously stupid as that. Granted you did not have the amount of chances that the other Shards often had to screw things up, but it was good to have a standard that one wouldn’t cross.

    Like losing an entire Cycle’s worth of Data. You were never going to allow Queen Administrator to live that down.

    Your [Host.Eve] is leaning her head against the Bus’s window and staring out as the city passes by. She is not experiencing the heightened emotional strain of her Crisis Point. The anger and the Flight/Fight response were muted as an unfamiliar emotion welled within your [Host.Eve]. Reviewing her memories showed that [Host.Eve] was experiencing sadness and sorrow.

    Hosts generally had a large slew of different emotions for different reasons. The chemicals rarely ever repeated by the results were always the same. Various easily manipulated emotional responses that were the single reason for some of the powers your fellow Shards used. The ones humans labeled as ‘Masters’. You had no such abilities, your expertise in ‘Masters’ was resolute. If [Host.Eve] wished to have control, then she would only need to grasp it. No chemical changes needed, no emotion.

    Which is why the Data of your [Host.Eve] feeling the emotions of her thrall was something so unique, the single instance of one conflict involving such things had given you the foundation of a bud, if not much else due to it being a rather one sided fight. Interesting. You, of course, had no such things to worry about when dealing with emotions.

    Shards had emotions of course, remnants of their times as individuals on their grey home world. Some were merely more present than others for obvious reasons with everything else being so vestigial that the emotions barely registered as anything. ‘Lust’ was for encouraging budding. ‘Happiness’ was for “good” things happening within the Cycle. ‘Discontent/Anger’ were for when “bad” things happened during the Cycle. ‘Interest’ was of course for Data. ‘Boredom’ is a lack of Data.

    It was all perfectly organized and set with a cause and effect. No mess or ineffective wasting of energy. When a Human Host felt pride, it was inane and for reasons that mean little in the end thanks to a low lifespan and aimlessness.

    When you felt pride- your pride. Your pride-YourprideYourpridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePridePrid-

    “Administrator what the fuck is going on!?” [Host.Eve] hisses smacking her head roughly, much to the wary stares of the other Humans on the bus. She then glances at the other humans before standing up and moving to get off the bus as it rolls to a stop with a screech of old brakes. [Host.Eve] still had a ways to go, but walking would do good for her.

    [Answer] you send back to your [Host.Eve], giving vague information that you merely suffered something akin to a small stroke or a particularly persistent glitch, nothing to worry about. Really.

    That was a good question however. What was all of that? You had just spent a few full seconds stuck in some kind of feedback loop when your larger Self went to review over your subroutines on emotions. Which...should not happen. That should not have happened, so why did it? A spike of...worry? You are feeling worried at this sudden glitch in your subroutines that affected you so suddenly and without preamble. The fact that you are feeling more than you were supposed to told you that something was off.

    You run diagnostics upon your larger self, then without hesitation at the energy usage you peered into The Firmament, looking upon your connection of Host and Shard. You were perhaps even more worried than before as you noticed your Firmament self alone. Connective tissue surrounded you for inconsequential miles. But you could not feel or ping any other Shard Islands. Being alone like this was new. Bad. But anger did not fit how you would describe the lack-of-other. Yes [Lack-of-Other] would fit how you felt. This sense of unease that filtered through your FirmamentSelf.

    Of course, then you notice something amiss. Not just in your FirmamentSelf, but also something from the diagnostics shows that there is-What? For a moment you pay total attention to the portion of yourself moored to a still superheated alternate Earth. There were nodes, basically much small Shards that made up your Larger Self, that were off, small clusters of them. They didn’t fit in exactly like the others did. Using photoreceptors built into your crystalline spires you come to a very startling discovery.

    Instead of the white marble like flesh of the Thinker Hub, there were nodes that gave off an ugly foreign green color when the light hit them. You could not feel them, in fact that was why the clusters of nodes around them felt so off. They were acting as if they were not connected to the splotched green nodes.

    That’s when you noticed something else wrong.

    As [Host.Eve] would put it: “When it rains, it pours.”

    As something was wrong in your FirmamentSelf. Every Shard had the ability to build a lattice of their current Host. A reconstruction of the connection between Shard and Human in this case. Of course a Shard could choose to easily disregard the lattice if they wished to save on processing power and Data storage or they could simply keep building it until their Host was within their FirmamentSelf. You’ve never discarded yours simply for the fact that you’ve had so few and as such there was no point in erasing them. So why were there less than there should be?

    When it rained, it poured. Because aside from the discrepancy in your previous lattices, something is preventing you from building one of [Host.Eve]. You have the foundation, but you simply cannot continue to actually create the Lattice. It’s worrying.

    The green crystalline flesh that isn’t properly connected to your nodes is off putting, and you can’t help but keep staring at it as you divide your attention between your Larger self and FirmamentSelf. On the other crystal flesh spire, you have two notable issues within your FirmamentSelf, that you are missing lattices and the inability to actually create a lattice of your current [Host.Eve]. Any of these issues could take up your attention, master multitasker or not, important issues should always have the full attention of the Shard they affect.

    Choose one!

    [] Investigate the missing lattices of your previous Hosts, you simply don’t have memory of discarding any lattices and that discrepancy is almost blatant. (The Past)

    [] Investigate the strange green node flesh. They are unconnected and may be dying thus screwing with your subroutines. (The Present)

    [] Investigate why [Host.Eve]’s lattice is struggling to form, and try and fix the issue. After all she is a good [Host.Eve] and you would like to compare future Potential Hosts to her. (The Future)

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    Sometimes the only way forward was to simply leave everything else behind. It was a fact of life presented to Eve in the form of her parents attempting to murder her, and her doing the reverse. The memories of her home, her parents, her friends were all whirling around in her skull. It hurt to think about what she had done, being forced to do to make sure she stayed safe.

    Hot tears slid down her face as she looked out of the window, staring at the suburb as the bus rolled on through the streets she knew were nicer than most of the city. Eve’s morose thoughts continued to build a weight on her soul.

    Where was she going to go? Now that she was homeless and a cape she didn’t really have anywhere to go. Her only living family had been in the house she had set up to be torched to the ground with her parents inside of it.

    God, Eve was a murderer. She had killed and she wasn’t even eighteen yet. What the hell was she going to do?

    [&%#@*@#%@+!+]

    Eve gasped and smacked her head roughly at the sudden onslaught of...TV static that burst through her head for a full second and left her with a painful migraine. “Administrator what the fuck is going on!?” she hissed, then realized she said that aloud. With a flush Eve forced herself onto her feet as the bus rolled to another stop, she could feel eyes on her as she hastily made her way off the bus and started walking.

    Honestly it was probably better for Eve to walk. At least the sidewalk didn’t smell like body odor and nor was it filled with people with it being a Wednesday.

    [Answer] came the reply from the thing giving Eve her power. The thing, a Queen of some sort, that had saved her life. It all sounded...weird. Weird was probably the best way to describe it all. But Eve’s power had saved her life, and she was grateful even if the girl had been forced to kill.
    And now they had been hit by a small stroke? A glitch? It was hard to fully understand the sensations of the speech of the Administrator`.

    It was like staring unfocused at a paragraph and understanding all of it. Sometimes she just...missed information. But the Administrator included that it wasn’t anything to worry about, Eve caught that much. So it was...fine. The Administrator was okay, if not a bit subdued. Thank God. Eve didn’t know if she could do this alone. Strange glitchy being in her mind or not, Eve was glad to have someone she could trust on her side. After all the Administrator was in her head, and oh hell that sounded fucking nuts.

    Eve wiped her face of tears and let out a sigh accompanied by a shudder of her body.

    Coil...she wasn’t going to bother with Coil. With his territory bordering the Empire 88’s it was probably more dangerous for her to hang around there. If he didn’t hire capes then he probably wouldn’t be very happy with a cape from the Empire Territory moving into his turf. Eve was not willing to tango with some powerless person able to tell the Empire to fuck off and not suffer for it. So Coil was right out, best to leave all of that alone.

    Then there was New Wave...who had one of their members killed by the Empire 88. Eve sighed. “Not like they would know she was from Empire Territory, or a cape, but it could still go wrong in the worst of ways. So she was probably better off continuing North and ignoring any patrols they were running. If Eve even saw them, she was fairly certain they could fly and-she glanced up at the cloudy sky-now Eve was starting to realize just how much she didn’t look upwards.

    Then there was the PRT who had a headquarters near the Boardwalk….pfft yeah. Cause Eve really wanted to be locked up. No doubt the government would be able to tell what kind of parahuman she was. Ignorant of the Cape scene she might be, but Eve wasn’t stupid. She could control people with a weird glass arm that no one else could see. She had to put it up in the air above her in the bus to avoid touching other people. Of course Eve felt...less concerned with her power. It’s not like it was mind control anyway. Her mother had still hated her daughter when Eve was controlling her.

    Boston was...well she was off the bus now, and without the slew of negative thoughts, leaving the Bay seemed like a bad idea. Eve at least knew about Brockton Bay. Boston seemed so far away and mysterious. Knowing some of the trouble was better than knowing none.

    What had her grandpa told her? Better the Devil you know than the one you don’t?

    That left the Docks and finding the Administrator's sister and beating up her own...host (and fuck if that wording didn’t make Eve sweat) to prove that Eve was better than them and by proxy the Administrator was better than her sister. Honestly Eve didn’t feel like fighting some unknown cape right off the bat because if she got hurt then Eve wouldn’t really have anywhere to go to lick her wounds.

    Or she might kill someone again.

    That thought made Eve sick to her stomach, what little was in her stomach wanted to rebel at the idea of committing yet another murder. She could, and would, fight but Eve couldn’t kill someone again. Not unless it was impossible to do otherwise. Like with her parents. That was her rule and she was sticking to it.

    Eve looked up, seeing the much taller building and small skyscrapers of Downtown. A bit of tension leaked out of her body as Eve kept walking. Walking away from her previous life as a young naive girl and embracing her new life as a young cape out of her element. It was the resignation that allowed her to relax a fraction. A sense that there was nothing she could do beyond accepting what had happened.

    All that was left was the Docks. Main territory of the Azn Bad Boys, honestly with a name like that Eve was sure they would have been laughed out of the Bay, had it not been for their two Capes. Lung and Oni Lee. Far as she knew, they were two mean chin-
    Eve shook her head. “No. Not thinking like that anymore. Fuck the Empire and their shitty beliefs.” Besides, her Grandpa would have spanked her for thinking or talking like that. It was somewhat amazing how his son/her father had gone the way of the Empire with how grandpa was.

    Still, badass capes or not there were only two of them and the Docks were a large section of the city. So there wasn’t much of a chance of her running into them thankfully. Besides, Lung was supposed to be the Leader of the ABB. Why would he be out and patrolling his territory? No, she would only have to worry about the unpowered gangsters and Oni Lee. Which might not be too bad. Well no. Compared to the Sixteen capes the Empire 88 had under their purview...that and the fact that Iron Rain actually did go out and patrol her section of the Empire was-

    Eve was not going to go fucking around with the Empire even if they were responsible for ruining her life. At least, not until she had a better understanding on how to use her power. Better to know before you go. A small smile graced Eve’s face, she was going to have to use that one in the future.

    {Encounter roll! 1d10 rolled}

    Eve’s thoughts ground to a halt as she smelled smoke. For a single moment fear laced through her body before she realized that she was too far away to smell the fire of her home. Her eyes scanned the skies and latched onto a plume of constant smoke that stood out against the grey sky. For a moment Eve hesitated before she began to rush towards where she saw the plume of constant smoke wafting up from.

    Eve broke out in a sweat as she came across an apartment complex with the first floor bellowing flames, a tiny crowd of people watching as the building burned from the bottom up, if it didn’t collapse from weakened supports before the fire consumed the rest of the building. The general murmur of the small crowd was almost drowned out by the sound of the roaring fire

    {Secret roll! ?d? Rolled}

    “-shit there’s a kid in one of the windows!” Someone shouted and Eve’s gaze snapped up. A chubby kid was standing at an open window, a crying baby girl in his arms. His eyes were wide, and he was more than likely judging the distance from the window he was standing at to the ground. Considering he was near the top, Eve wasn’t sure if he or the baby would survive that drop...the baby certainly wouldn’t survive that unless someone caught her. Eve felt her heart lurch in her chest.

    [] Rush into the burning building, Eve has to save their lives. The reasons don’t matter, that little girl and the boy don’t deserve the same death Eve’s parents suffered. (Write in Extra Details)

    [] Try to catch them both. No point in Eve risking her own skin. (Write in Extra Details)

    [] Keep moving on. New Wave patrols near here. They might come and help and Eve needs to keep moving.



    A/N: Don't Forget to add a [] Write in for Eve's possible cape name! The ones I like the most will be put up to a vote! The Character sheet comes after the name is voted on.
     
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    Autocorruptor Corrupting Innocent Grammar

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    [X] Try to catch them both. No point in Eve risking her own skin. (Write in Extra Details)
    -[X] Eve shouts to them that she will catch them, and holds out her arms to catch the kids. She uses phantom limbs to assist this.


    [X] Write in: Eve’s cape name. Kali, a mutli-armed Hindu goddess of destruction.
     
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    VoidKindred Getting some practice in, huh?

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    haha I actually really like that suggestion. That's definitely gonna be an option when the vote comes up
     
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    VoidKindred

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    While Entities, and thus Shards such as yourself, are attempting to unravel two of Realities greatest questions (That being unlimited energy to avoid dying, and how to continue populating without over populating) it’s not often that a Shard is presented with a mystery such as the one that you are currently facing. The miles of green jade like flesh that dot the landscape of your larger self simply do not exist within your FirmamentSelf.

    {? Roll! 1d100 rolled! Result: 70!}

    Shards aren’t creative, your kind lacks the ability to create without the usage of power intensive brute force calculations that often don’t have the best results or in often hazardous events come to the wrong conclusion. Such is the purpose of finding Host species and forming a parasitic link with them. So that their natural (read: still functioning and not discarded) creativity would take center stage. Conflict often pushed Hosts forward, though some more so than others.

    Humans were simply amazing in that regard. Having reviewed the truthfully lacking information your otherwise praiseworthy [Host.Eve] had on human history, Humans had simply reached nearly the peak of communication possible between a non-networked species without the aid of (what humans designated as) Tinker Shards. How? By holding two massive conflicts that nearly spanned the globe and could have created a third one if not for Warrior Hubs Avatar destroying the nuclear weaponry multiple nations possessed.

    You do not know why the Thinker Avatar has yet to show itself.

    Strangely you realize that you have gotten distracted somehow. It wasn’t easy for a Shard with the responsibility of Administration to get sidetracked or distracted. The last time such a thing had happened was because [CONNECTOR] linked an entire landmass of Hosts together and formed a temporary hivemind, of course they needed you to take some of the load off of the Lesser Shard least it burn itself dry of all it’s stored energy like that….Fascinating Cycle compared to a few of the other ones that you had not been deployed.

    It happened again! These damned jade splotches of mass must be interacting badly with your own pearlescent pseudo-flesh. You just can’t seem to figure out how. As far as all your diagnostics show, this strange jade flesh doesn’t exist...Even the much smaller splotches of the jade flesh that are interacting with your psionic uplink tower. That is actually fairly worrying, the jade flesh isn’t causing any issues or disconnects there. It just seems to have latched onto the organ analogue that is what allows you to connect to the psionic intradimensional beacon planted in your [Host.Eve]’s brain.


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    Eve stared up with wide eyes at the boy, and for a split second she had the disgusting idea to simply leave. To avoid possibly outing herself, to avoid having to put herself on the line, and to avoid having the responsibility of the two kids lives on her three hands.

    “Fuck me,” Eve murmured to herself as she watched the third story windows shatter from the heat causing glass to rain down on the concrete below. With the moment of hesitation passing by, Eve rushed towards the building but skidding to a stop amongst the glass as fire bellowed out from the bottom floor, her eyes flitted around before landing onto the crowd of people torn between watching her and the building with the two siblings trapped inside. “COME ON!” her voice shot out as she waved them over “WE HAVE TO CATCH THEM!”

    She turned back, staring up at the chubby boy clutching the little girl to his chest. “ - ” for a second Eve doesn’t quite know what to tell him, or how to handle trying to catch a baby from four stories up. “KEEP THE BABY WRAPPED UP AND DROP HER! WE’LL CATCH HER!” at the order several people from the crowd rushed over. The boy glanced back into the apartment and then back to the small group of people ready to catch who Eve assumed to be his sister.

    While he mulled over the idea of dropping his baby sibling or braving the flames, Eve forced her Phantom limb to uncurl from it’s position around her body and stretch upwards, and upwards, and upwards. The more she pushes her Phantom limb further and further up causes a thick sort of pressure to build up in her skull. The phantom limb is thin, looking as brittle as the glass it shows itself to her as. It only managed to get up to the second story window but that was good enough for what she was going to try and do.

    {Dex Roll! 1d100 + Guiding Hand Result: 99!}

    Which was good because the boy shouted out for the crowd below to “Please catch her” before leaning as far as he could out the window and tossing the bundled up baby down below to the waiting crowd. The crowd watching the gathered group all broke rank to rush over as the baby was latched onto by gravity and began the five story drop.

    Of course, the baby was bundled entirely in clothes, something that Eve’s Phantom limb did not slip though, but rather could grab and interact with. Now Eve had no intention of outing herself here by attempting to catch the baby in midair. Instead, as the clothes touched her Phantom limb, Eve shifted the baby’s trajectory without making it altogether too obvious.

    Thankfully the child had slowed down slightly from the motion of the shift, because despite her joy of sports (and sometimes just plain fighting) Eve was still just five foot with an extra two inches tacked on. Needless to say that her ass hit the ground as she caught the baby, and while the baby girl cried she was ultimately not dead or paralyzed. Eve doubted the child was injured at all thank god. “Thank You, Administrator.” Eve murmured glad that her power had helped her save someone. “She’s safe! I have her!” Eve called out as she struggled to her feet with the help of the people around her, the baby crying in her arms.

    “We’ll catch you!” Someone from the crowd around Eve shouts up to the boy as Eve tries to get out of the crowd. “Shhh.” Eve shushed the baby trying to comfort the little girl as she looked up to the chubby boy climbing out of the window and bit her bottom lip. He was larger, thus heavier than the baby girl. It was likely that she wouldn’t be able to help him much, but she could at least try and help him. A moment later the boy is falling through the air, a cry of fear on his lips as he falls five stories down.

    Eve let out a sharp gasp as the boy hit her Phantom limb which became firm against his clothes and then promptly shattered. She had felt her third limb break, and it felt like a broken bone inside her skull. Except it didn’t fade into a dull throb as adrenaline flooded her system. Nah, Eve didn’t get that. “Nope, just gotta keep feeling it.” She murmured again before looking up as the boy came up to her, hair a mess from the fall and his clothes ruffled and creased. “T-Thank you for catching Aster. For getting the crowd to catch me. I was sure I was going to need to run through the stairs.” left unsaid was ‘would likely have gotten burned.’ or ‘would have possibly died.’

    Eve nodded and offered the unhappy baby up to him, and freed from the crying child she rubbed her aching head. “Uhg. It’s fine. Really. I was just..” Doing the right thing? Did she get to say that? It sounded corney and she had a body count at this point.


    “You helped save o-” fire suddenly roared out of the four floor as the windows shattered and sent glass spiraling down on the group of people trying to check on the three children. It was all Eve needed to slip away and start running. It was actually more of a jog, jogging was less attention grabbing. That, and the pain in her mind was starting to fade, the killer migraine fading as a familiar glass third arm sprouted from the base of her neck and swished through the air.

    Eve sighed softly, the tension leaking from her body as the pain faded and her power once more made itself known. Gently Eve wrapped herself in her Phantom limb, a sense of security washed over her body as she gave herself a strange hug.

    “Alright.” She murmured, glancing over her shoulder before slowing to a walk. Thank god it was a Wednesday afternoon, not so many people out and about. Being at work or at school or perhaps gang activity of some sort. Though, Eve wasn’t sure if gang work didn’t account for work or not. “Administrator, you there?” she added in a whisper, hoping whatever gave her powers could hear her soft voice.

    [Affirmation]

    Eve let out a titter and felt some weight lift off of her shoulders. “Did you see what I did with the power you gave me? I saved two kids. Two. Kids. From a fire. Or well. I helped a lot. But I did it!” her voice gradually got louder until she realized that she had almost shouted that last part. She began to put more pep in her step, she really needed to get to the Docks before nightfall even if she really didn’t want to use a bus for the simple reason of avoiding accidentally mastering someone. Something she had only avoided by pure luck when she stupidly allowed the crowd rush around her to help catch the two kids.

    “Kids. Listen to me. Like I’m not fourteen. I feel like an idiot.” Eve rubbed her face and sighed. “Jesus. Administrator. I never did really thank you properly for saving my life.” her fingers idly tapped against her side as she walked “So thank you. I mean it Administrator. The whole ‘Hosts’ thing is really weird and your name is kinda freaky when added to that. But you saved my life and gave me powers. I can’t really complain. I don’t know what you want. But I swear I’ll help you get it...well I know you want me to beat up Q-A’s Host, but we need to have some shelter and a costume before I do something like that. But we'll get to that, other than that though. I’ll help you with anything...aside from more murder.”



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    “....aside from more murder.” It was amazingly more efficient with time and energy to have two way communication with a Host. You could not come up with any reason other than ‘[BROADCAST]s’ that would prevent such efficiency in regards to gathering data. After all, here was your [Host.Eve] telling you that she would gladly engage in conflict to aid you. Such a lovely girl, even if she did not want to end the existence of others. That suited you in the end, repeated conflict led to innovations by Hosts after all.

    It barely took any of your processing power to respond to your [Host.Eve] as you dedicated a majority of your current energy expenditure towards trying to understand this grassy crystal flesh that seemed to have been placed on all your organ analogues. Yes placed, a surprising discovery that was...more than worrying but you had neither the time nor want to find the misplaced emotion emulation.

    Instead, your near full attention is currently applied to the jade flesh attached to yours. It’s not registering as anything malicious. Which was strange, perhaps it belonged to that Entity Thinker Hub traded a few Shards with? You...You do not have any information pertaining to them. Which is strange. You of all the Shards that Thinker Hub possessed would have information on them. Aside from maybe [WEAPON CONTROL] who would have probably lusted over data on their abilities. No doubt they would want to create more Super Weapons.

    Of course [WEAPON CONTROL] had already done one such Super Weapon in a pale shade of your true abilities. But it had never been deployed, mass control of Hosts rarely worked in the favor of the Cycle apparently.

    [Query] you send off to your [Host.Eve], curious as to what she would think on such a topic. While she answers, you focus on attempting to understand just why you have bits of another Entity plastered on your own Shard bits.


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    [Query]

    Eve paused, opening and closing her mouth like a gaping fish. “...What? Administrator, that is the weirdest thing you have said since I met you.” Nevermind they had just met this morning. Would a Super Weapon that Mastered people create a large amount of conflict? Who the fuck starts a conversation like that!?

    “A Super Weapon though? You meant like a Tinker making it or something?” Eve asked her pace slowing as she looked up to her right at the high school she had only seen a few times before. Pristine would be a good word for it, and Eve had attended Immaculata which is one of the better schools in the area. It was also were the Wards went, so Eve sped her pace up and began to jog again, no doubt she would be entering the Docks South soon enough.

    [Correction]

    Eve froze, her heart stamping here in her chest like a broken car engine. “W-Wait you mean something like the Endbringers? That kind of Super Weapon?” Holy Fuck No, the Simurgh was probably the worse of the three Endbringers, just thinking on that inhumane thing made Eve’s body shake with suppressed fear. “Let’s just keep going, it’s getting late and I want to get to the Docks before sundown.” Eve’s voice was much more subdued as she kept jogging.


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    That had been informative, if not even more worrying than before. Truly this was perhaps one of the least restricted you had ever seen. [WEAPON CONTROL] must have either been deployed without restrictions just like yourself, or Thinker Hub wanted a quicker Cycle than most others. After all, the deployment of Super Weapons was often only done around the end of Cycles.

    [Host.Eve] would be fine, why would a Super Weapon come to decimate an area already submerged in conflict? They were designed to break up peaceful or fortified areas, not simmering warzones. Really, how ridiculous would that be? A Super weapon attempting to destroy a strategically unimportant area filled with violence and Connected Hosts.

    Although perhaps you and your [Host.Eve] might have to worry about the effects of the Super Weapons sieging somewhere nearby. Waves or radiation traveling by air could be potentially fatal and would produce little to no new Data.

    Also the ‘Simurgh’ could go ahead and soak it’s head in a black hole’s horizon if it thought you were going to allow it to use it’s Mass Micro-kinesis to affect your [Host.Eve] in some silly plot for planned conflict entirely years in advance that will likely end with the fatal wounding of [Host.Eve]. Unacceptable!

    [Perk] you send out, smug as relief floods the connection between you and [Host.Eve]

    “W-wait you can do that? Really?” the girl sputters in shock, awed at your amazing ability to administrate whatever you wanted...When Thinker Hub allowed it. “Damn that’s awesome. I bet I could actually be a real big help in a fight with Simurgh so, hey guess I can do search and rescue? I doubt I could actually take on an Endbringer with one arm.”

    [Agreement] You doubt one arm would do much against a section of a vehicle used as a projectile as well. Of course that’s with one arm designed for conflict with other Hosts and Humans. But that could change, with future conflict. No restriction meant no restrictions and much more diverse Data.


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    Eve frowned softly as she walked, her jog having ended a few blocks back. It was amazing how the city went from ‘nice’ to ‘poor’ in only a block or two. Everything just gained a layer of grime, scuffs, and looked plainly worn down. Not even mentioning all the damn potholes in the road, how anyone drove around here Eve had not the foggiest idea.

    The people here just seemed to not care about anything. That’s the idea Eve got as she traveled through the Docks South. That the people living in this area of the city had given up on fixing anything or the hope that things would get better. It was depressing as hell, but Eve wasn’t stupid enough to fault them for it even if they could totally cut their damn yards every now and then.

    Then she reached the Docks. She had never really been to the Docks of course, been to the Boardwalk yes but she had never strayed farther than where the Enforcers went to take secret smoke breaks. The Docks were...bad. God they were bad. Everything was rundown, with actual boards on windows making it look like a cartoony stereotypical ‘This town is rough!’. Although it probably followed that look through considering that she had just seen a green and red gang tag consisting of an ABB with the paint having mixed from where it ran when it was still wet.

    “Administrator, I just realized that I really didn’t have much of a reason for coming here. Avoiding the empire is nice and all. But I just swapped one set of teeth for another.” Reaching up and wiping the nervous sweat from her brow Eve glanced about. A lot of defunct factories and office buildings stood around her, a lot of dark and smelling alleyways.

    Fuck, if she ran into gang members she would have to fight and she wasn’t bullet proof…”Administrator am I Brute?” She asked in a small quiet voice, afraid to voice anything louder than a whisper in case someone was listening nearby.

    There was only a moment of silence before a [Negative] filtered into her mind. “Fuck. Worry about guns then.” She sighed and started walking onwards, knowing that standing around would simply draw unwanted attention. So she still had to worry about guns and getting beaten, fantastic.

    Shit, what was she going to do when she inevitably ran into gangers? Hell what was her cape name going to be? What the hell was she going to do now that she was at the Docks? “Man, this all seemed so much straightforward earlier Administrator. Uh, you never told me what you wanted me to do by the way.”

    [DATA] the information was like a tidal wave compared to what had washed over her in their previous conversation. Eve actually tripped over her own feet and hit the ground roughly though she thankfully didn’t scratch herself up or get bruised from such a small fall. “Use my power to fight people? Uh. Guess it’s gonna work out for both of us then, cause that’s exactly what I’m going to be doing in the future.”


    Bud progress: 2%
    Vote options: Choose one for each category.





    Cape name:

    [] Kali: A multi armed Hindu Goddess; She destroys evil in order to protect the innocent.

    [] Durga: Another multi armed Hindu Goddess; She is associated with protection, strength, motherhood, destruction and wars

    [] Eden: “Administrator won’t tell me why she offered this one up.” ~Eve

    [] Lilith: supposedly the primordial she-demon and alternately first wife of Adam.

    [] Arkh: “I just think it sounds neat.” ~Eve




    Plan of Action with Gangers:

    [] Kill them, use your power to its full potential (Minus one vote thanks to trait: Heroic)

    [] Beat them senseless, be a hero or just defend yourself. Either works.

    [] Try and avoid them, fighting is dangerous!





    Larger plan of Action [writing in extra details helps speed up chapter creation and pleases the QM!]:

    [] Focus on general survival, try to find shelter, food, and necessities.

    [] Try and hunt gang members, you can rob them too! Dangerous though. (Possible Pings: ESCALATION. REPLICATOR, CONSUMPTION)

    [] Explore and get a sense of the lay of the Docks. Knowledge is half the battle, the other half is violence! (Possible Pings: ABSORPTION, MANIPULATION BUD #5, ARMORER, PATTERN RECOGNITION, HEAT GENERATION)

    [] Find a costume, you have a credit card after all Write in ideas and I’ll pick the best one! (Possible Pings: FORCE MANIPULATION, KINETIC REGULATOR, SHIFT, REDUNDANCY, SPACE, STASIS)




    Time to Administrate:

    [] Investigate the missing lattices of your previous Hosts, you simply don’t have memory of discarding any lattices and that discrepancy is almost blatant. It's worrying. (The Past? Maybe?)

    [] Investigate the strange green node flesh. They are unconnected and may be dying thus screwing with your subroutines. (The What?) {1 of 4}

    [] Investigate why [Host.Eve]’s lattice is struggling to form, and try and fix the issue. After all she is a good [Host.Eve] and you would like to compare future Potential Hosts to her and keep a reminder. (The Future? Maybe?)
     
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    Planeshunter [Verified Slimegirl Whisperer]

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    [x] Durga: Another multi armed Hindu Goddess; She is associated with protection, strength, motherhood, destruction and wars
    [x] Eden: “Administrator won’t tell me why she offered this one up.” ~Eve


    Durga is scary AF, but the cheeky option is very tempting too...

    [x] Beat them senseless, be a hero or just defend yourself. Either works.

    Not much to say here, really. I just like the other options less.

    [x] Find a costume, you have a credit card after all Write in ideas and I’ll pick the best one! (Possible Pings: FORCE MANIPULATION, KINETIC REGULATOR, SHIFT, REDUNDANCY, SPACE, STASIS)

    I really want to start our quest to outsmug Q-A, but... Going for this first is just common sense. We don't know how long the credit card will last and doing Parahuman things without a costume is just asking for trouble.

    [x] Investigate why [Host.Eve]’s lattice is struggling to form, and try and fix the issue. After all she is a good [Host.Eve] and you would like to compare future Potential Hosts to her and keep a reminder. (The Future? Maybe?)

    It'd be hard to get Eve resurrected if the lattice doesn't form.
     
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    Autocorruptor Corrupting Innocent Grammar

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    [x] Durga: Another multi armed Hindu Goddess; She is associated with protection, strength, motherhood, destruction and wars

    [x] Beat them senseless, be a hero or just defend yourself. Either works.

    [x] Find a costume, you have a credit card after all Write in ideas and I’ll pick the best one! (Possible Pings: FORCE MANIPULATION, KINETIC REGULATOR, SHIFT, REDUNDANCY, SPACE, STASIS)
     
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    Jjwizzle566 Know what you're doing yet?

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    [X] Eden: “Administrator won’t tell me why she offered this one up.” ~Eve
    [X] Beat them senseless, be a hero or just defend yourself. Either works.
    [X] Find a costume, you have a credit card after all Write in ideas and I’ll pick the best one! (Possible Pings: FORCE MANIPULATION, KINETIC REGULATOR, SHIFT, REDUNDANCY, SPACE, STASIS) Maybe Parian would do a commission? You heard she makes clothes, why not costumes?
    [X] Investigate why [Host.Eve]’s lattice is struggling to form, and try and fix the issue. After all she is a good [Host.Eve] and you would like to compare future Potential Hosts to her and keep a reminder. (The Future? Maybe?)
     
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