Parahumans 2/Worm 2 has begun/Get Hype thread.

[Ifreann]

SVETAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

And the rest of the Glow Worm people. But mainly Sveta with her robo-body and metal boyfriend, wooooooooooo!

probably gonna re-read glow-worm when I get the chance, now that its a bit more relevant

Ditto. A quick look at the comments this morning leads me to believe that the fandom has figured out everyone's user names, so it'll be interesting to re-read mostly knowing who's who. .

[Ostroeuropa]

I almost can't take the wait for 2.

I'll just read them each installment from now on, this is killing me. But i'll read 2 in one go

[Ifreann]

I almost can't take the wait for 2.

I'll just read them each installment from now on, this is killing me. But i'll read 2 in one go

2.7 will be up tomorrow. Maybe another week and a half to finish this arc?

You'll never make it.

[The Grene Knyght]

Haven't read the most recent post yet but

Kenzie is really starting to remind me of Bonesaw...

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Reading 2.7 now and

"'It’s the sort of thing I plan to do again,' I said. 'Putting all the other stuff aside, distilling things down to the most basic route of helping people, in a way that’s good and healthy for me, too. Or-'
[...]
'Or where there’s bad, the good is enough to outweigh that bad and leave me better off,' I said. I shrugged."
Careful, vicky, you're starting to sound like taylor...

I've been loving the offhand descriptions of new operating systems, and how they use concentric circles (I don't remember when the first mention of this is, but it's pretty early). It makes the story just that bit more immersive. Especially the bit in 2.7 I've just read:

“Pass me your number?” Rain asked. His phone was as battered as he was, with a crack running down the case.
I thumbed through the concentric rings, put my thumb on my phone number and profile information, and then flicked it in Rain’s direction.
“Got it,” he said.
His info appeared on my phone, at the top edge. It was soon joined by Tristan’s, then Kenzie’s and Ashley’s, near simultaneously. Kenzie’s name was framed with colorful symbols. Chris’s and Sveta’s were the last to appear.

[Ifreann]

Haven't read the most recent post yet but

Kenzie is really starting to remind me of Bonesaw...

---

Reading 2.7 now and

"'It’s the sort of thing I plan to do again,' I said. 'Putting all the other stuff aside, distilling things down to the most basic route of helping people, in a way that’s good and healthy for me, too. Or-'
[...]
'Or where there’s bad, the good is enough to outweigh that bad and leave me better off,' I said. I shrugged."
Careful, vicky, you're starting to sound like taylor...

I've been loving the offhand descriptions of new operating systems, and how they use concentric circles (I don't remember when the first mention of this is, but it's pretty early). It makes the story just that bit more immersive. Especially the bit in 2.7 I've just read:

“Pass me your number?” Rain asked. His phone was as battered as he was, with a crack running down the case.
I thumbed through the concentric rings, put my thumb on my phone number and profile information, and then flicked it in Rain’s direction.
“Got it,” he said.
His info appeared on my phone, at the top edge. It was soon joined by Tristan’s, then Kenzie’s and Ashley’s, near simultaneously. Kenzie’s name was framed with colorful symbols. Chris’s and Sveta’s were the last to appear.

Crazy Earth Gimel and their round phones.

[Ifreann]

Leaders of Earth Cheit. Abrahamic theocrats.

United States of Jesusland confirmed.

[Ostroeuropa]

'Ere we go!

2.1

Victoria's cousin not having sharp stuff is a nice beat. Chevaliers TV interview is cool.

Job interviews, oh no.

“She does her research,” Anelace said.

“She does,” Countenance said. He said it in a way that suggested he was admitting it, almost reluctant.

My heart sank.

I hate this moment. I've had it happen too. When it hits you there's no point to continuing but you gotta go through it anyway.

“Can I ask?” I asked.

“Ask?” Countenance asked me.

Oh dayum. Victoria's got more guts (n glory) than I do, I would second guess myself here.

“I’m better than most when it comes to getting reads,” Effervescent said. “No offense, but it’s what isn’t as repressed that concerns me.”

"You cray cray."

“Mrs. Dallon?”

Miss/Mz.

I smiled. “Which one? I had one that was holographic, which you could swipe through the controller for the video game to have me as a polygon-rendered helper, and the higher quality one that had the bio on the back.”

Soonhorse.jpg

They hadn’t accepted the interview to get me for me. I was just a stepping stone to the person they really wanted.

I had to admit, the preppy look with the wide shoulders, narrow waist, clean cut and nicely taken care of, it appealed to me, and it had always. Not that I was even remotely thinking of actually moving forward with a relationship.

Different to Taylor then.

“I’ve heard stories,” I said. I turned to the couple, “I’m ninety percent sure the Canaan area is Fallen territory. Outskirts of the megalopolis.”

The fallen. Posers. *smiles*

“We’re not really holding fast to all of that anymore,” the guy with the tattoos said. “We said the world would end, we tried to draw attention to it, the world ended, we were right. Now we make the best of things.”

“That seems like a pretty skewed take,” I said.

Holy fuck, she's trying to join the fallen? And yeh yeh, whatever. Just say "Amnesty" and get it over with you inbred fuck.

“McVeays were the ultra-religious, more violent ones, loosely themed after Behemoth,” I said. “Mathers were the ones themed after the Simurgh. They’re still around too, they did a lot of the kidnappings of kids and capes, with intent to force marriages. Then you have the Crowleys, who were a little bit more than jackasses. Stirring panic, scaring people, violence.”

“To draw attention to the imminent end of the world,” the guy with the tattoos said. “Do you want us to apologize for trying to get people’s attention and failing? Or should we not have tried? We were right.”

Mhhmm...

“We aren’t assholes!” the burly guys who were keeping the woman company cheered in near-unison.

Okay, dammit, i forgive them already.

2.2

There was something to be said about the fact that the hospital was still in construction while it was running.

Better than the alternative from yes minister.

There were patients in the waiting room, sitting in the chairs that had been bolted to the floor, and the unhappiness of needing a hospital visit was compounded by the fact that a third of the way across the room, behind a plastic sheet that had been taped to walls, ceiling and floor, a team was using power tools and calling out in loud voices as they built the rest of the room.

Or maybe not.

“Visiting hours are open. Patient’s name?”

“Fume Hood. I don’t know her real name.”

Daw.

Question is, are they ex-violent, ex-racists? Gets muddier.

DONATISM. *waps victoria with rolled up newspaper*
Respect the amnesty.

“She’s hurt by what happened. It’s hard, to put yourself out there, face your shortcomings, try to be better, and get shot for it.”

“There will always be bad guys. They will always be out there. There will always be murders, there will be theft, there will be drugs.”

"There will always be disease, and poop you have to flush twice, and unhappiness, and high-fat cheeseburgers." The last one doesn't fit

The blob of paint on the door fell to the ground as well. Both moved along the ground as I entered, spattering against the back of Tempera’s shoes and the back of her overalls.

Paint cape is a weird one.

“Hey, patrol girl with a name I can’t remember,” Fume Hood said.

=3

“Victoria. Right. Thank you for helping to hold my blood in,” Fume Hood said.

This is a really weird but truthful way to put it.
"Hey thanks man, I almost lost my blood back there but you grabbed it for me before I dropped it, such a clutz."

“I’ve got too much as it is. Turns out that the key to popularity and acceptance is to get yourself shot.”

Yay!

“If you guys keep showing up with flowers or to make small talk, you make it awfully hard for me to fuck off and go back to being a villain.”

I know these feels from quitting drugs and being suspicious of those sober types around me suddenly popping in more. It's not pleasant.

“There are a few other things to do,” I said. “One way is to essentially run a protection racket that isn’t a racket. It’s easy for that to go wrong. There’s a higher level effect, which is easier to pull off when, say, a city has a downtown area and the shop owners gather together to pay a wage to the hero that draws attention and has a positive influence on their area…”

“Things have to be stable before that happens,” Tempera said.

Gosh. Like a mascot and security all in one. Imagine if Mascots at stadiums handled security with superpowers.

I have a horrible suspicion that Victoria is going to go;
"Hey wait a minute, Taylor Hebert! Brilliant! I'll just go undercover in a villain gang! WHAT COULD GO WRONG?!"

The mask wasn’t the quality sort I was used to, more of a Halloween costume. The top I wore was a men’s small, a little too big in the shoulder, while it simultaneously squashed my chest.

This kind of thing can't be healthy for her dismorphia.

There wasn’t much likelihood that Juan had powers, but he’d had a bad day, and this was okay.

The entire series of scenes is adorable.

Me:
I know your caseload is full, but found a kid with some power-related troubles. Contact is reaching out to Wardens soon. Maybe you can keep an eye out to make sure all goes smooth?

Feels.

My phone buzzed again.

Jessica:
A patient canceled for later this week. Do you want to meet for a late lunch? There’s something I’d like to talk to you about.

YAMADATIME.

[Ostroeuropa]

2.3

“The headlines are saying war,” I said. “And you’re being brought in.”

“Could go that way,” Crystal said. “It’s wonky. Two sides are butting heads and we’ve got another world that’s pretty upset.”

It's happening.

Crystal’s parahuman miltary thing was crudely forged from another chunk of what the PRT had been: the PRT’s old laws, rules, and discipline. A military-esque force without a government to serve or a hard and fast system of law to back it up.

Cape-Prussia time.

“As in our people working in other worlds or-” I paused as Crystal shook her head. “Or other, alternate civilizations. Shit. You don’t get anything of that scale for free. What did we have to give them in exchange?”

Victorias playing card, a signature from Chevalier, and the whereabouts of Taylor Hebert. That last one isn't important, just sign the contract.

“No, the two construction groups are banding together, kind of. The workers who have been doing the actual construction work seem to think they were promised a significant discount and first opportunity to buy the houses they’ve been building. They’ve been living in a tent village, working long weeks, miserable conditions.”

“And if they think they have dibs on the houses, the work must have been a labor of love. They’ll have a strong community too. If they didn’t kill each other working that hard in conditions that bad, they must be close.”

...
Are we fucking doing this?
Is Taylors Bay territory group going to become a driving force of the plot?
That's ridiculously awesome.

“The workers called a stop to all work. They’re holding the houses, equipment, and building materials hostage, with some suggestion they’ll destroy it all before they give up what they’re owed,” Crystal said. “The last big convoy of materials and trucks were from another Earth, and they’re part of what’s being held hostage. The delivery folk from Earth-K aren’t budging because they aren’t abandoning their delivery, even though they’ve been told they can go. The government from United States of K is getting upset because their people aren’t home, That’s where the murmurings of war are coming from. Workers aren’t conceding anything else, and construction groups aren’t either.”

Syndicalism!
*Demand alsace-lorraine Houses.*

“I very much agree, Victoria Between-things,” Spright said. “You have to find a good fit, strike the right rhythm, the right pace. Once you’re comfortable, you might be able to vary it up some.”

Inurendo cape worth a chuckle or two.

“No,” she said. “I dare say you’ve inspired him. Unfortunately.”

You're in there Vic.

There were a few murmured and unintelligible responses, but a more emotional cry of, “Give us our homes and we’ll be just fucking fine!” stood out. Some heads turned in that direction.

Lol.

I watched as two people broke from the edge of the clearing and ran toward the center group. A man and a woman, holding hands.

It hit me like a blow to the head. An image in my mind’s eye, a feeling, a sense of something greater. Forgotten in the same instant it occurred. I dropped out of the air, and I caught myself a moment later. Crystal did much the same.

“Get back!” someone hollered.

A megaphone blared, “Get away from the center!”

Trigger?
Ohshit.

People didn’t get away from the center. Realizing what was happening, or thinking they knew what was happening, others dashed toward the group, joining it.

“Get back,” Crystal said. “If we get knocked out-”People didn’t get away from the center.

Oh fuck. I forgot how broken triggers worked.

I flew straight for the heroes on scene. I didn’t get the chance to hear two words out of the leader’s mouth before we were hit again. Every one of us winced and reacted as it hit us. Too brief to be a trigger vision, incomplete, fractured, it still made itself felt.

The sixteen had become thirty-two.

With the kill-kiss phenomena in play, every trigger event could get exponentially bad. That's fucked.

2.4

Everything is fucked.

Rationally, I knew that they likely saw this as the simplest thing in the world. The people over there had powers; all they had to do to get powers was to head over there. Some might well have no idea what triggers were, or they might have bought into one of the various other theories out there, some intentionally obscuring the truth. They didn’t know better.

"You want a parasite in your brain, doofuses?"

Less rationally, I had a weak point that extended well before the Gold Morning, well before the hospital stay, well before the Slaughterhouse Nine, before the bad days against Empire Eighty-Eight, before my trigger, even. I’d spent a fair portion of my time post-trigger and especially in the hospital, thinking about it.

I couldn’t fucking stand being ignored.

Explains the power

I was prepared to grab him as he climbed onto the underside of the car I’d thrown. He continued to ignore me, finding his balance, stepping forward-

The fragment of a trigger vision hit me. The latest wave.

They're all getting Noelled.

Bits of a trigger.

Her brain. The Corona Pollentia, the means by which powers were operated by the parahuman. Hers had been established, but not as a fluid, functional thing. It was a nail, taking her brain and fixing it to a specific position in reality.

Jesus, fuck. That's horrifying.

It was only a moment later that she started to convulse, whole-body. I moved to try to seize her head and keep it from moving- a second too late. One wrenching, forced movement of her head and upper body, and the nail ripped through a good share of the material in its vicinity.

Least she got a hug.

Spooky, to take to the air again. I’d seen the numbers of people affected double, roughly, and this was another doubling, to look at it. More artificial sources of light had broken, as space folded in areas, as things grew to obscure them, or as tendrils of energy lashed out like living things, distorting geography with each impact.

Matter creation, matter manipulation, matter distortion.

Over fifty people, if I had to guess. It could well have been sixty-four. They were too spread out for me to effectively ballpark. Many might well have died from their power expression or the ‘nailing down’ of the brain.

Fuuuck, trigger events got jumped up to 11 in terms of horror show. Even Cauldron wasn't this fucked.

“Assholes!” he screamed, twisting my fingers, trying to get leverage to bend one backward. “Keeping powers to yourselves!”

Dipshit.

Except- no. No, this was a familiar smudging and smearing. One that worked with us.

You made it, little V, I thought.

Squee.

A complete and total clusterfuck.

Tagline.

“Only four left,” Typhlosis said.

“Four?” Rocketround sounded surprised.

92 down to 4.

Yeh, that went about as I've predicted for a syndicalist uprising.

“I can feel it,” the man said. He wasn’t paying much attention to Rocketround. “All the way down to this vast well, partially filled with potential energy. Like I’m on the lip of a volcano and it’s an impossibly long fall with only magma at the bottom. I don’t know if I’m better off throwing myself down into that or leaving it alone.”

“Leave it alone,” I said, my voice joining more than one other person’s.

Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck.

“What if my thoughts and brain get made into a part of that? One piece in that thing’s construction. What if it makes me immortal, forever a part of this thing? A recording of me in there, how I think, how I do things.”

“We’ve studied parahumans, powers and power sources a lot,” Roadblock said. “We’re pretty sure that’s not a thing.”

“Yeah,” the guy in the clearing’s center said. “But…”

He trailed off.

“It’s not a thing,” Rocketround’s voice joined Roadblock’s.

“But I’m standing closer to it than you are,” the man said. “And from where I stand, I feel like it might be.”

Nobody had a ready response to that.

I mean, he's pretty much right. It just won't be human. It'll have access to a human emulation, and won't use it in human ways. It's desires are alien.

I was thankful that Typhlosis didn’t give us an updated count.

0.

“Iced tea, please,” I said, noting the use of ‘pop’. A lot of people from a lot of regions had gathered in the megalopolis.

Melting pot time.

“That’s just it,” she said. She frowned. “I wanted to have a conversation with you for another reason.”

That stung, in a way. That we weren’t meeting up for the sake of meeting up.

“Okay,” I said.

“I might have made a mistake,” she said. “And I was thinking you might be able to help.”

Oh no. It's amy.

[Ifreann]

I mean, he's pretty much right. It just won't be human. It'll have access to a human emulation, and won't use it in human ways. It's desires are alien.

Also, Worm spoilers, it's already dead.

[Ifreann]

Team Therapy Titans! Ho!
Kenzie! The cameras and consoles tinker who should not be in combat ever!
Sveta! The slaughter-squid who should maybe not be around non-invincible people at all!
Rain! Late/Assassinated!
Chris! The changer whose power generates its own weaknesses and runs on emotional dysfunction!
Tristan! The actually competent hero who's planning to have his twin brother killed!
Byron! The actually competent hero who's going to get killed by his twin brother's hired assassins!
Ashley! The Damsel Of Distress clone who's explicitly only in this to learn to be a better villain!

This is such a clusterfuck.

[Ostroeuropa]

I mean, he's pretty much right. It just won't be human. It'll have access to a human emulation, and won't use it in human ways. It's desires are alien.

Also, Worm spoilers, it's already dead.

That too.

SVETAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

And the rest of the Glow Worm people. But mainly Sveta with her robo-body and metal boyfriend, wooooooooooo!

This, omg omg.


2.6

“You lived in Brockton Bay,” Tristan said. “Is it possible your sense of normal is skewed?”

“That’s- that’s honestly hard to respond to,” I said.

He has got a point.

It occurs to me Sveta is one of the people here who probably knows quite a bit about Golden Morning, or the events immediately prior to it.

“Things are better this time,” Sveta said. “We’ve learned from mistakes. It’s a fresh start. The Endbringers are dormant, we’re finally building things without them being torn down all the time.”

Dormant. Not dead. Evacuate the earths they are on and seal the door.

“And we spent part of the summer touring other worlds. We were looking for our places of birth, but mostly we were looking for mine. I’m one of the only ones who remembers mine.”

</3

“Like prison rep,” Ashley said. “Having to show you’re not to be messed with, without making such a mess that you add to your sentence.”

So is Damsel an S9000 Damsel or a Valkyrie Damsel?

Victoria doesn't seem at all phased by the dead up and walking around, so is Valkyrie doing this commonly?

“I wasn’t aware you went to prison,” Sveta said.

“I didn’t,” Ashley said, fixing Sveta with a level stare. “I watch tv and read books.”

And your mind went there because you're a villain, but entertaining this hero shtick for a bit until you get bored and decide to murderhobo again.

“I’m a cape geek,” I said.

“We’re all cape geeks,” Tristan said. “It comes with the territory of being a cape.”

A good one at least.

I glanced at Ashley. She hadn’t flinched at the mention of the Nine.

She's a goddamn S9000 isn't she.

“I like that,” Ashley said. “It could use rewording. ‘Do not fuck with’, instead of handling with care.”

“Reminds me of the old wiki entries,” Capricorn said, “The red warning boxes for the scary capes.”

“Did I have one?” Ashley asked.

“You did,” I said.

Ashley nodded. “Good.”

She hasn't changed.

Power cluster shuffle is interesting.

“I’m here to learn how heroes operate, so I can be more effective against them when I return to being a villain,” Ashley said.

I looked at Sveta and Tristan, then at Mrs. Yamada.

“She’s not lying,” Tristan said.

Goddammit. Called it.

“We’re low-key confident we can get her to stick around on the side of the good guys, with sufficient friendship, ass-kicking of our opponents, and time to convince her of the upsides,” Tristan said, to me.

“You vastly underestimate how much I enjoy being a villain, Tristan.”

This is kind of interesting.

“No. He’s in here, he’s watching and listening. He sleeps when I sleep, or I sleep when he sleeps, if he’s in the driver’s seat. We trade out for two hour shifts.”

Black mirror.

Yay victoria finds a team.

[Ifreann]

I figured Damsel for an S9K leftover. If Valkyrie is bringing back the dead, surely she'd just bring back the heroes, maybe a few villains that the Wardens figure they can talk around to heroism.

[Ostroeuropa]

I figured Damsel for an S9K leftover. If Valkyrie is bringing back the dead, surely she'd just bring back the heroes, maybe a few villains that the Wardens figure they can talk around to heroism.

If true, opens up Damsel for Teacher controlling her later, if Contessa handed teacher the remote.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnEeBF-djuU

WE'VE GOT WARD.

[Ifreann]

I figured Damsel for an S9K leftover. If Valkyrie is bringing back the dead, surely she'd just bring back the heroes, maybe a few villains that the Wardens figure they can talk around to heroism.

If true, opens up Damsel for Teacher controlling her later, if Contessa handed teacher the remote.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dnEeBF-djuU

WE'VE GOT WARD.

It's wardening!

[Ostroeuropa]

2.7

I'm suprised Tattles note didn't cause Victoria to flip out or blue screen.

THIS IS HOW THINGS ARE NOW

I had the paper in my hand, I had my doubts, but the nagging feeling ceased being nagging and became acutely clear as I looked at the statement.

“Fuck that,” I said.

I'm proud of her.

Interlude 2.

The status quo in quiet periods was for there to be two thinkers on duty at all times. They were meant to be in communication and watching each other’s backs, and they were meant to be cooperating with the officers stationed at the portal.

Portal watchdogging. Sounds interesting.

Yes, it could have been an accident that the other two had yet to arrive. But accidents and coincidences could just as easily be contrivances at the hands of masterminds. The radios acting up didn’t help matters.

I agree. When it comes to capes, there is no coincidence or equipment malfunction. Anything that deviates from the plan should be assumed to be hostile activity,
call reinforcements. Even if it really is a coincidence, drills are important.

A large group were in eerie unison. Singing together, possibly, or chanting.

Bonum commune communitatis. Bonum commune communitatis. Bonum commune communitatis.

It wasn’t anything like he’d worn with the Norfair Neighborhood Heroes.

Norfair Neighborhood Heroes?
No wonder she got shot. It's not quite Azn Bad Boys tier shit, but it's pretty bad.

“Raththputin,” Ratcatcher said. She picked up a walkie-talkie, “The attractive older gentleman in the peacoat, hairy earth and eyelatheth to die for. Thomething thown into the coat. Naughty.”

“…I can see Ratcatcher has joined us…” the walkie talkie buzzed in response. The buzzing turned into crackling. “…nimize colorful commenta…”

I like her.

He touched one of the crystals that was sticking up and out of that eye socket, gripped it, and hauled it free. He could feel the glass edge slide against the inside of his eyelid, the root of it hauling free of the floor of his eye socket, and he could feel the fluids inside his eye stir.

Ahem.
AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-

“Not many people look me in the fathe when my mathk is off and keep from flinching,” she said.

He can't see faces, so we're left wondering what the fuck is up with Ratcatchers face.

“Oh, I’m not. I can go from this to… not this,” Crystalclear said. He was suddenly aware he wasn’t sure what terminology was okay or not okay with the C-53s.

Capes are conflict prone and fucked in the head. It's a case of them either not caring what you call them because they've seen so much shit that words have no effect, or having their own super specific trigger words that you can't possibly know in advance, and if they tend to go apeshit about it they usually don't last long, or act like accord and make sure everyone knows how fucked in the head he is before he meets them.

Unless you mean just getting on with him. In which case, just don't be a dick I guess?

Leaders of Earth Cheit. Abrahamic theocrats. They’re our guests, here about the people of theirs who died in the broken trigger incident.

Uuuuuuuggggggggghhhhhhhh.

OH HI!
SIERRA! Hows tattles?

I knew it was the brocktonites earlier, sad business.

“War.”

One word. It had been said by the lead theocrat, no preamble, and it was enough to be followed by silence.

Ere we go ere we go ere we go.

[Ostroeuropa]

3.1

“Out of curiosity,” I said. I saw her pause, just as she was about to turn to walk away. I continued, “Do you regret your part in what happened with my sister?”

“Do you?” she asked, without missing a beat.

Tattletale. Just... Tattletale.

“It took her a little while to get around to it, but it’s worth stressing that this is who she is. I thought about redacting these parts, but I think it’s important you know. The PRT thought she had the ability to sense weak points, primarily psychological ones. I agree with that assessment.”

Yamadas therapy went up against Tattles before, and everyone turned into a wreck of various sorts. Except maybe Weld. And that was basic mandatory therapy,
not "Oh god, I need therapy" therapy. Sending this team against Tattletale is going to be a shitshow.

“She was a healer,” I said. “Tattletale’s words caught her in a bad way at a bad time. Two months later, she had a mental breakdown. In part because of what Tattletale said. She put me in the hospital. Let’s leave it at that.”

You can't really blame Tattletale for this shit. It was mostly Bonesaw and Jack. Tattletale tried to fix Panacea and failed.

Kenzie’s voice chimed in with a cheerful, synthesized, “Redacted!”

=3

Haven't read the most recent post yet but

Kenzie is really starting to remind me of Bonesaw...

She does a bit. Maybe that's why everyone is weird around her, i'm sure it's that and not something more sinister like actually being a little bit like bonesaw.

[Eahland]

Gosh. Like a mascot and security all in one. Imagine if Mascots at stadiums handled security with superpowers.

I was running a DC RPG a while back, and the PCs decided to take a spontaneous trip to Disneyworld. And then of course they got into a super-fight with a villain who was attacking Disneyworld. After the dust settled, the Disney security force showed up to sort things out. They were ten-foot-tall bioengineered Goofies. Freaked my players the hell out.

[Nazis in Space]

I figured Damsel for an S9K leftover. If Valkyrie is bringing back the dead, surely she'd just bring back the heroes, maybe a few villains that the Wardens figure they can talk around to heroism.

Well, amnesty for everyone.

And the Wardens wouldn't be complete without Demogirl and her quest to pay that fucking chinese asshole back for killing her.

Seconds after she effectively invited him into her bed, I might add. Seriously dick move to pull on what's clearly the series' best character.

I mean, not as the main storyline. Just a background element. Kenzie tries to convince Ashley to try out icecream. Building explodes. "Oh, lover's spat."

Yamada is having a chat with Jack-in-a-Timebubble. Tectonic event. "Guess someone's testing her newest set of grenades."

Valkyrie is having a tea party with Nilbog. A dragon storms through and she just barely keeps her tea from spilling. "Dragons have always had a bit of a temper when chasing after the princess..."

Tattletale is trying to belittle Victoria. Girl-with-Gasmask runs past, grenade launcher in hand. Stops. "Hey... I remember you from somewhere..."

Apex_Predator and Nazibrina are having a private, moderately steamy discussion on PHO. Suddenly some tinker bursts in, using tinker programming shenanigans. "Don't mind me, just looking for clues about L- Oh. Oh my."

[Ifreann]

I figured Damsel for an S9K leftover. If Valkyrie is bringing back the dead, surely she'd just bring back the heroes, maybe a few villains that the Wardens figure they can talk around to heroism.

Well, amnesty for everyone.

And the Wardens wouldn't be complete without Demogirl and her quest to pay that fucking chinese asshole back for killing her.

Seconds after she effectively invited him into her bed, I might add. Seriously dick move to pull on what's clearly the series' best character.

I mean, not as the main storyline. Just a background element. Kenzie tries to convince Ashley to try out icecream. Building explodes. "Oh, lover's spat."

Yamada is having a chat with Jack-in-a-Timebubble. Tectonic event. "Guess someone's testing her newest set of grenades."

Valkyrie is having a tea party with Nilbog. A dragon storms through and she just barely keeps her tea from spilling. "Dragons have always had a bit of a temper when chasing after the princess..."

Tattletale is trying to belittle Victoria. Girl-with-Gasmask runs past, grenade launcher in hand. Stops. "Hey... I remember you from somewhere..."

Apex_Predator and Nazibrina are having a private, moderately steamy discussion on PHO. Suddenly some tinker bursts in, using tinker programming shenanigans. "Don't mind me, just looking for clues about L- Oh. Oh my."

You make a compelling argument.

[Eahland]

So their cunning plan is to have Ashley join a Tattletale-backed villain syndicate to gather intelligence to take down the mastermind behind it all? This does not sound at all like a familiar plan, or one that could possibly go badly.

Also, Vicky seems to be walking a weird line between treating Tattletale as the bogeyman responsible for everything that went wrong, and dramatically underestimating her.

[Ostroeuropa]

https://www.dalyplanetfilms.com/2018/01 ... -daybreak/

We've got ward! Arc 1 coverage.

[Ifreann]

https://www.dalyplanetfilms.com/2018/01/18/weve-got-ward-arc-1-daybreak/

We've got ward! Arc 1 coverage.

Two and a half hour podcast.

I have to go back to work in two hours.

I'll only be there for two hours.

Damn it

[Ifreann]

“What food was it?” I asked.

“Laser seared kebabs,” Crystal said.

I bit my lip. Family recipe.

Kinda want to attend a Dallon-Pelham barbecue now...

[Nazis in Space]

Only if Chevalier is manning the bar.

[Ifreann]

Man, that interlude.

Speculation: The Machine Army are things Kenzie made that got loose after GM.

And the We've Got Ward guys were just saying they'd have liked to see an interlude from the point of view of a Nilbog creation.