Mountain, meet Endbringer | Glowfic Constellation

"What should it be of?"

"Oh, surprise me," he says, smiling.

She decides to make a statue of a bear. She peels a palm sized glob of dark stone from her rocksuit and stares at it as it makes little grinding noises. That's probably going to be the head, which means those are clearly legs...

"I can keep talking during this if you like."

"Oh, alright. So, where are you from? I don't quite recognize your accent."

Slight hesitation, activate question dodge. "I actually learned English from another parahuman, hoped my accent would be better by now. What's wrong with it?"

"Oh, it's pretty good, actually, it's part of why it's hard to pin down. There's also something about word choice there, but it's mostly that you don't quite fit any accents I know."

"Well... If I told you where I'm from I don't think you'd believe me, so maybe I'd better keep it a secret."

"That's fair," he says, smoothly. He's probably used to capes. "So your plans from here on out are building and fixing things? I'm surprised you didn't join the Protectorate."

"I find politics and bureaucracy disagreeable, and from my interactions with the Protectorate so far it seems like they have a lot of that. Even with the approval process and without their resources, I think I will do better separately."

"I see. And any other plans, for further into the future? Maybe doing art," he says, gesturing at the sculpture she's working on.

The sculpture is now visibly a black bear. She's working in the details of its posture and face, which is confident and curious. Then she moves on to detailing metal claws and slightly softer than most rocks fur.

"Maybe, but I don't think I could see art as a serious thing by itself. I'm doing this as a little gift and as practice, not for the sake of art itself. I'd definitely like to make the things I build artful, though."

He nods. "And any more specific plans for the future?"

"I'll be cleaning up rubble from Behemoth for a couple of weeks. I'm going to install internet and electricity on my mountain. My assistant is probably scheduling me more jobs right now."

The bear is done. She sets it on the table.

"Rubble here in New York? That's great to hear, many people were very skeptical those parts of town would ever get properly restored."

"I hope to do similar things all around the world. And I'm definitely going to throw spikes of tungsten or diamond or something at Behemoth next time it shows up."

"Well, I wish you the best of luck." He clicks his recorder to stop it. "Thank you very much, you were very helpful and informative. We'll probably be publishing this next week!"

"Good luck and have a nice day!"

Back to cleaning up bits of New York. Today was a productive day.

And New York helpfully remains cleaned up after she does it. Isn't it nice when giant monsters aren't attacking?

She diligently cleans up the parts of New York she's being paid to clean up.

Any task gets boring after a while. She watches the city around her while doing simpler parts of the cleanup. Anything interesting happening?

Well, that depends on what you mean by 'interesting.' If pigeons flying around is interesting, that's happening. People milling about, that's also happening. If your definition of 'interesting' is particularly distinct, that large robot walking through the street and scaring everyone could fit the bill, at a stretch.

A golem, or this world's version of golems at least. Great, someone's causing trouble.

At least it's probably really stupid. It's now standing still, because metal does as she says. She flies over.

It's standing still there.

The robot is mostly leg, two stories tall with three hinges that would allow its main body, an angular construct of metal, to be lowered onto the street. It has four arms, with four fingers each, and the main body looks like it allows someone to be inside piloting it.

She peers at the robot. She releases her hold on it with a gesture as she says, "You're causing a panic. And I don't think this thing is street legal."

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Someone with a very peculiar costume emerges from a hatch on top of the robot. "It's probably not. What'd you do to it?"