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The Fate who calls herself Mountain tried to convince some of her neighbors to allow the occasional mountain in their lands, for stability purposes.
"I meant no insult!" Dodge ball of lava. "I don't intend to interfere, you said no!" Dodge house-sized spear of ice. "I'm leaving peacefully, okay, so stop tearing up the tile!"
"You'll respawn at home. No permanent damage. You interrupted an important meeting, you need to learn a lesson about territory, mountain bitch." Dodge- no, fail to dodge a thrown tree, and then another ice ball. The next sphere of magma is what destroyed that form.
She wakes up, stripped of all her tools and enchantments and even clothes, and groans in pain.
Steel in Wormverse
sturdycoldsteel
sturdycoldsteel
"You can't win if you don't try. Good luck with nominal villany." She flies off, accelerating to near-plane speeds over a minute or two.
Capes flying this way and that really fast isn't terribly uncommon, and as long as that's all they're doing no one will stop them.
sturdycoldsteel
She lands at the building site in Buffalo and resumes building. It takes an hour to finish, but her customers have left, it being night now. And her customers can call Laura if something's wrong with it, she just fought Behemoth.
This world has so many problems. She has a lot to think about and watching a quarter of a city get melted is as good an excuse for drinking as any. She sheds and buries her rock-costume leaving plain pants and shirt, only somewhat careful of being spotted, and goes to find a quiet bar.
This world has so many problems. She has a lot to think about and watching a quarter of a city get melted is as good an excuse for drinking as any. She sheds and buries her rock-costume leaving plain pants and shirt, only somewhat careful of being spotted, and goes to find a quiet bar.
sturdycoldsteel
She orders a beer, 'I've had a long day just give me something to drink' brand, paying in cash.
And the barkeep gives her that.
"Long day?" he guesses, in the tradition of barkeeps since olden times.
"Long day?" he guesses, in the tradition of barkeeps since olden times.
"I hear ya," he says, and starts cleaning a pretty clean glass with a towel, in the tradition of barkeeps since olden times. "You see the news? Behemoth. Tragic." He shakes his head slowly.
sturdycoldsteel
She smiles wryly. "Could've been worse. They say he was heading for a nuclear plant. Boom."
sturdycoldsteel
"Hmm." She doesn't say 'something is off about Scion' but it might be obvious she's thinking it.
sturdycoldsteel
"It's just... He'd be able to do so much more if he just talked to folks. Or listened. Whatever. The way he acts isn't human, humans talk." Leaving aside how Mountain isn't human either. She drains the cup. "Another, please."
He gives her another. "Well, I reck'n if anyone ain't human it's 'im, and who knows what goes on in 'is head? Maybe there's a reason for that. 'Least he's doin' some good with 'is power."
sturdycoldsteel
She wants to complain about having to punch Behemoth in the face, and watch dozens of people die in front of her, because Scion wasn't fast enough. But she's not yet drunk enough to just blurt that out. "Secrets are annoying."
The barkeep shrugs. "Ev'ryone's got secrets. Reck'n the most powerful man in the world's got his, too."
sturdycoldsteel
She orders a third drink after a couple of minutes. There's a limit to how drunk a body that's not really human anymore can get, and she's going to reach it.
sturdycoldsteel
Her troubles are mostly ones she can't talk about, openly at least. Homesickness, anger at the Endbringers, frustration at Scion and the whole Glam situation.
Is the bartender concerned by five glasses? Because that's about as drunk as this body can get. She leaves a $10 tip and visits the bathroom, then heads for the back alley where she stored her rocksuit.
Is the bartender concerned by five glasses? Because that's about as drunk as this body can get. She leaves a $10 tip and visits the bathroom, then heads for the back alley where she stored her rocksuit.
The bartender is not. She may look quite drunk but still not passed-out drunk or picking-fights drunk, this is all business.
sturdycoldsteel
She briefly wonders whether flying drunk is illegal. Eh, probably a bad idea even if it's not, she'll get lost trying to find her mountain.
She calls Laura and informs her that she decided to get drunk, because Behemoth, so please move her 9 AM job to noon, then goes to find a cheap motel.
And the next day it's back to business as usual.
She calls Laura and informs her that she decided to get drunk, because Behemoth, so please move her 9 AM job to noon, then goes to find a cheap motel.
And the next day it's back to business as usual.
There aren't any laws about sobriety while flying, unless she's flying a plane. Which she's not.
In any case, business as usual happens, and time elapses.
In any case, business as usual happens, and time elapses.