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...very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.
The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.
Sadde and Bell in Worm
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mxglam
"You know, this talk of cracked sternums made me wonder if I can deflect projectiles. Or even direct blows."
thinkering
"Ones you didn't originate, you mean? I can bring a bag of golf balls for bots to throw at you next time I'm patrolling."
mxglam
"Yeah. I mean, it's not just my stuff I affect, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to fix Santuario's forcefield thingy. And maybe if I walked into a fight and was like, 'don't even bother wasting bullets on me, it won't work, you'll just annoy me and make me like you even less' that could be enough."
thinkering
"If you can handle the golf balls we can upgrade to tranq darts - if you tell me where to put you to sleep it off - but I'm not going to fire bullets at you."
A few nights later, some heroin is changing hands in an alley between a parking garage and an office building plastered with "FOR RENT" signs.
mxglam
A few nights later, Glam hasn't run into Lorica. Or any other Wards, really, but other than Echo that one time and seeing Dauntless from a distance, they never did run into those.
What Glam does run into is a drug deal. They inspect the scene, from a roof. Weapons? Obvious parahumans?
What Glam does run into is a drug deal. They inspect the scene, from a roof. Weapons? Obvious parahumans?
Weapons yes. Obvious parahumans, no, it's dudes in almost stereotypical drug dealer outfits and a duffel bag of cash and a box of heroin and a couple cars with the engines running.
mxglam
Oh, alright, then, sounds easy enough. Glam gets their stun gun, turns their suit black, and silently hovers down to an unobserved unlit spot round a corner.
Then they hover into view, white again, billowing cape, mysterious sourceless light making the watermark G reflect in interesting ways, and twirl their gun around their finger. "So, do you all turn yourselves in or do you make this more difficult for yourselves?"
Surreptitious hard-to-see fishing lines now loosely connect the legs of the people present. In fact, they had always been there—everyone just neglected to notice them!
Then they hover into view, white again, billowing cape, mysterious sourceless light making the watermark G reflect in interesting ways, and twirl their gun around their finger. "So, do you all turn yourselves in or do you make this more difficult for yourselves?"
Surreptitious hard-to-see fishing lines now loosely connect the legs of the people present. In fact, they had always been there—everyone just neglected to notice them!
Someone lurches towards his car. He trips.
Someone else goes for a gun and shoots at Glam instead.
Someone else goes for a gun and shoots at Glam instead.
mxglam
They miss! Thankfully, because Glam hasn't had time to test their potential ability to make projectiles not hit them. In any case, just to be sure, some white armor that's—of course—bulletproof now covers most of them.
"Difficult it is," they say, and shoot at the someone else almost carelessly, using the upgraded version of their stun gun that curves to hit their target.
"Difficult it is," they say, and shoot at the someone else almost carelessly, using the upgraded version of their stun gun that curves to hit their target.
Somebody has a knife and slashes at the fishing line.
A friend of Target yells "NO -" when the beam curves -
And Target collapses with a hole in his chest.
A friend of Target yells "NO -" when the beam curves -
And Target collapses with a hole in his chest.
mxglam
What.
(Glam has not noticed they have just dropped the last foot onto the ground or that their cape is not billowing anymore.)
"Bastard!" snarls Target's friend, and he shoots at Glam some more. The other guy takes his case of heroin and the money both and bolts for his car.
mxglam
Glam has starts running towards Target and a bullet grazes their shoulder—wasn't there supposed to be something protecting them there? "Nonononono he wasn't supposed to—that's not, that was a stun gun."
They realise what's going on, though, and try to shoot—where's their gun? Ow their shoulder hurts wait there's, they're wearing armor! No bullet! Why was there a bullet? Weren't they wearing armor? Shit no they're gonna die here if they're shot again and properly hit they can't die this is too stupid a way to die, the armor's there again-
They realise what's going on, though, and try to shoot—where's their gun? Ow their shoulder hurts wait there's, they're wearing armor! No bullet! Why was there a bullet? Weren't they wearing armor? Shit no they're gonna die here if they're shot again and properly hit they can't die this is too stupid a way to die, the armor's there again-
"Mixed up your fucking ammo, cape?" snarls Target's Friend. He reloads.
mxglam
"No that was—why would you expect a cape to want to kill your friend—"
They, they have armor, they have armor, that's unquestionably true, is the guy alive? He's breathing, he's alive, but he's bleeding a lot, he'll die like that, oh Glam has tripped, but they still have their armor they need to have their armor, and their gun, yes, their gun's there, but they can't shoot or this'll happen again-
They, they have armor, they have armor, that's unquestionably true, is the guy alive? He's breathing, he's alive, but he's bleeding a lot, he'll die like that, oh Glam has tripped, but they still have their armor they need to have their armor, and their gun, yes, their gun's there, but they can't shoot or this'll happen again-
Target's Friend levels his gun again.
A robot knocks it out of his hand, bleeping angrily.
A robot knocks it out of his hand, bleeping angrily.
mxglam
A robot—
Oh thank Scion Lorica's here, had they been expecting Lorica to come all this time...? Yes, they had, is this evidence that their power is capable of that kind of reality manipulation, no of course not their power can't even tell a fucking stun gun from a gun that makes holes in people—
Is the guy still alive? Should they do CPR? No, he has a hole in him, are you daft?
(-Glam is still wearing armor, must not forget the armor-)
Oh thank Scion Lorica's here, had they been expecting Lorica to come all this time...? Yes, they had, is this evidence that their power is capable of that kind of reality manipulation, no of course not their power can't even tell a fucking stun gun from a gun that makes holes in people—
Is the guy still alive? Should they do CPR? No, he has a hole in him, are you daft?
(-Glam is still wearing armor, must not forget the armor-)
Target's Friend falls over, tranquilized. The robot buzzes nervously around the downed drug dealer.
mxglam
"We—we need to help him, call an ambulance, or—no, you already did you're Lorica or her robot anyway of course you've thought of it already—"
Someone might notice that Glam is slightly freaked out. It's in the details, maybe a subtle read of their body language, something off about their tone...
Someone might notice that Glam is slightly freaked out. It's in the details, maybe a subtle read of their body language, something off about their tone...
"Ambulance en route," the bot says in Lorica's voice.