RAKSHA
according to my book (edited)Miss Militia asks, "That was abrupt. Why-"
"No. Not till we're back in base, behind the force fields," Debonair says. "I think we have confirmation now that Alchemist has both a thinker and a master power."
Miss Militia grumbles, "At this rate, her power set is going to just read 'yes' before much longer."
(edited)Curiosity. Fear.
"Yeah… You should be afraid. I know I'm fucking terrified," I whispered softly. "We're going to Ellisburg. I'm… I'm going to master Nilbog."
Unsilenced Buggy.
Foolhardy is he who attacks a hydrokinetic;
Dead, he is soon to be.
For humans are mostly water,
And could be mostly steam.
(edited)BOSS (Accounting for sudden pitch shift): [sounds of distress]
VISTA: [sounds of distress]
CONSOLE: [sounds of distress]
AEGIS: [sounds of distress]
S.STALKER: [sounds of distress]
"Oh, god.
They figured out the first step in a gun that shoots Skitters."
I was pulled from my ruminations on the wonders and evils of cattle by Mumbles. She had been randomly saying some rude things for the past few days. She'd called Bakuda a narcissist and received an apple to the face for it, She had said something to Sophia about being dominated and I had to save her from getting her throat torn out, and she now sat in front of Alabaster singing about how everyone is food until he started crying again.
(edited)So, say you recruit me as a Mover/Breaker with only very minor Tinker skills, and anything that that won’t hide I bury deep, or disguise as another Tinker’s work.
“LORD DOOM AGREES. TELL LORD DOOM SOMETHING, ARE YOU UP TO DATE ON THE SLANG OF THE YOUTH?”
“Can’t say I am, I’m a bit past all that,” Manpower was still tugging at his arm. This had stopped being funny, he braced himself against the street and prepared to give a solid pull with his full strength. If Lord Doom was holding him with actual human hands, he’d probably be getting some broken bones.
Before he could pull himself free, he was yanked up by his arm, something inhumanely strong inside the cloak using it as a lever to pick him up.
“YEET,” the booming voice said, very solemnly.
Lord Doom spun around and let go; Manpower was thrown across the street, his flight coming to an abrupt end as he smashed into a wall, a shower of broken bits of brick covering him.
The Undersiders were relaxing in the loft; Alec has robed Brian into one of his games, and was winning handily even when he wasn't cheating. Lisa was sitting on the couch, studiously ignoring them while she went over some documents for the boss, and Bitch was in another room grooming her dogs.
They weren't expecting trouble, and so they definitely weren't expecting it when a glowing blob suddenly materialized next to the TV.
In a instant, Brian was on his feet and spreading his darkness, Alec stumbled over himself trying to get up, and Lisa...
Lisa was staring.
And staring.
Brian started forward, only for Lisa to hurriedly hold out a hand to stop him. Looking over, she looked... scared? And horrified, and elated, and confused? She was shifting between expressions like she was taking a pummeling from Gallant.
And all the while, she just kept staring.
Somehow, the featureless blob of colors was staring back.
"SCION IS A SPACE WHALE."
Lisa blinked and winced. A portion of the blob congealed into a cylinder and floated to Lisa, who wasted no time in taking it and jabbing it into her neck.
Relieved, she just... kept... staring.
Alec, at this point, had gotten bored and returned to his game. Brian was still standing, and couldn't decide whether Lisa had gone insane or been mastered. Bitch hadn't heard the blob, apparently, because she was still in the back room.
After what had to to be a eternity, Lisa nodded and sat back down at the couch.
The blob didn't change in the slightest, but it clearly smiled anyway.
The perfect cleaning device. I look at the thing, cobbled together from pieces of our microwave, a broken plasma T.V. I found on the sidewalk near King's Hill, my radio, a half dozen cheap digital watches, and various and sundry bits and ends.
Sunny theme
- Taylor and the Gang build a autowar armyQA is geared more for providing information in something like a cross between Jack Slash's power and a Trump power, and Cauldron recruits her straight off the bat because she's invaluable for making better serums.
Oddly I'm pretty sure there are at least two fics for which this is an accurate description“Panacea, how the HELL are you even functional??”
Missy blinked as she stared at the television. She’d woken up, placed a breakfast order, and then decided to check the morning news. Only to find that Taylor had apparently gotten up extra early today as she’d been fighting Leviathan for an hour. Solo, in the middle of the ocean away from shore, while dumping thirty-seven live stream video feeds with full audio of the event onto the internet.
Oh, and they weren’t playing the audio on the news both to make it easier to hear the commentators and because Taylor had apparently taken to swearing up a storm in the past twenty minutes as she clashed with the Endbringer.
homing fedora
Contrary to Taylor’s expectations, Leviathan’s mad dash to the ocean wasn’t a prelude to another attack, and she scowled when she realized that the Endbringer was now running away. Out of spite, she formed a homing bullet set for maximum speed in the shape of a fedora, and manually unfolded the thing while holding the rest of the mana in place properly. It was a pain, took fifty multitasking instances working together, and would only last at most two hours, but she felt slightly better after firing it off to chase after Leviathan. It wasn’t fast enough to actually catch the Endbringer, sadly, but at this point it was the principle of the thing.
She’d screamed “TAKE THIS YOU FUCKER!” as she fired it as well, just because.
The Undersiders were a bunch of teenagers, probably not looking to have a mother-figure around
Well, "Annette gets powers and joins the undersiders instead of taylor" is now a fic I would be amused to seeSynchronize
Synchronize-Acknowledge
Acknowledge
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