It's the anniversary. Glam would very much not like to celebrate.
It’s their last day on Winslow High—they’re being transferred to Arcadia on Monday—and also their last day without a patrol schedule assigned.
And the PRT released a small announcement on its website about Glam joining the Wards. Now their wiki page doesn’t get erased, of course—they’re no longer speculative. They wonder what it’s got on them.
They're talking about all the usual things: who would win in a fight? Beneficence is hawt. Somebody spotted Echo on patrol the other day. It's so sad Antares died, I had him on my favorite shirt, my sister had a crush on him. So there's this new Ward, she seems sort of neat. She? There was a news article about her a few weeks ago which said "he". Well, the press release says she. Maybe it was a typo. Maybe the article was a typo. Maybe your face is a typo.
wtf is "neither" supposed to mean like do you think they're one of lorica's robots or something that would actually be cool
This is a real thing. My friend's um sibling says so anyway? But I don't know if a typo in the paper is reason to actually think it?
representationnnnn
maybe shes just transexual and the paper was deadgendering her
A new Glam appears.
With a laptop of their own.
Original Glam may not be able to use a conjured laptop (grumble grumble squinting rule grumble), but copy can do it. Copy uses their original account, which is technically not linked to their cape name and they don't want it to be.
Copy: How can you even tell they're hot? You can barely see them with that costume.
Original: neither as in, genderqueer. it'd make sense, with the costume
It's the voice I heard her talking once she's totally a girl with like a phone sex voice
The costume is gender neutral, which means she could be anything, which means it makes most sense to go with what she officially told us
Ugh ugh ugh ugh.
"This isn't new information," copy points out when original reads the PM out loud. "We were considering it quite likely before."
"I know, but—" They gesture helplessly at the computer.
Copy sighs.
"Besides mxglam is not confirmed as a cape name. I could just be a troll."
"Whose IP can be tracked to the PHQ."
"Ugh!"
They look at new posts on the thread.
Forum thread:
okay but the Protectorate has actually talked to her about it and we haven't!
I think Glam is actually male and pretending to the Protectorate as well as the rest of the world to be female in order to co-opt female privilege within the organization.
Oh my god stop making every thread about that.
Hey somebody call Loricas_Bot over. LORICAS_BOT LORICAS_BOT LORICAS_BOT
PM from bot: What do you want me to do?
Original Glam goes to bed and curls up into a ball. "The fact that you two don't have qualia must be really great."
The two copies look at original and shrug. "It's not really anything," says two.
"Right. Go on, then."
Two sends a reply to bot: I don't know. Glam's curled up into a ball and made me because I don't have qualia. And they don't want you to get in trouble over this. They're pretty sure Yates is going to eat their heart for breakfast tomorrow.
One keeps watching the thread.
Yeah and that would be??
you guys this is such a stupid conversation what's next boots is a chick and miracle max is miracle maxine and miss militia was a typo it's supposed to be mister???
*something* was a typo
your face is a typo
That was funny once.
The PM reads:
Hello, this is Cassidy Li of Youth Guard. We've been internally debating when and how to push the Protectorate on a more appropriate stance on gender variant rights for the minors in their employ. We've previously met transgendered Wards but only MTF and FTM and the departments have tended to quietly resolve the issue to the point where the Wards in question weren't willing to cooperate with a larger movement. Is the Protectorate forcing you to present as female against your will? Would you like help?
panics a bit.
"It's probably not Yates trying to bait you, come on, she'd just call you to her office to ask if you prefer she eat your heart roasted or grilled," points out copy.
Original groans and refuses to say anything.
I'm not sure how I'm supposed to respond. I think I'd better stop commenting on the thread.
Send.
...
...
Yes, they send before getting a reply to the first message.
"I think 'abusively' might be too strong a word." Not that she couldn't be called that, but as far as Al knows not really, and at any rate they're pretty sure they were responsible for more than a bit of her reaction anyway. "And in any case I think it's a little bit okay? Even if she wanted to help, it's not like she'd have the power, especially if the fallout of it caused her to lose her job or something, which I definitely wouldn't want. I understand the apolitical stance thing being pretty important." Even if the market segmentation and relatability things are absolutely bullhockey in their opinion.
"Agreed, but in the end, if it's the system as a whole that's flawed with regards to that, I don't think she should personally pay or be held to blame for it. Even if there was more she could have done." Shrug. "To be honest I think if at some point the gender thing becomes less of a hot topic and slash or department policy changes with respect to that, from what I've interacted with her, she'll roll with it and adapt."
Al wants all the details. The dual identity, the behavior of Piggot and every other adult Glam has interacted with, as much as they can remember about Yates's exact arguments and words during the initial disastrous conversation.
- now Glam is being slammed into the wall! It's Boots! Hi, Boots!
Copy can't feel hurt about it, but it can act in a way Glam would expect it to act, which is a wince and a nod. "I deserve that. I'm sorry. I told them not to—it wasn't your fault, you're not supposed to take the fall for it, it's not fair."
"I think she probably felt very ashamed of how she treated you once it was brought to her attention how serious it was, and she decided not to exacerbate the situation by leaving," says Al. "There wasn't a particular rule in place about treating transgendered people well before, but there are and have always been rules about how people can talk to and about minors they're taking charge of."
"It's not just Ms. Yates, it's everyone here. I don't think they mistreated me or mishandled me in a way that justifies this, and this will cause much more trouble than it's worth anyway, I'm graduating in less than a year! And yeah sure you'll mention all the other trans kids, point, but why would you need a strike? Why not just change the rules in the background?"
"One, no, you came to me. Two, still waiting for the argument. There was no abuse, there was a lack of appropriate rules, and if you really are trying to help me, is it that hard to explain to me why this is literally the best option you had and how there were absolutely no good third alternatives and how you spent way more than an afternoon trying to brainstorm them?"
"...oh no. You are not pulling that. That is literally the same thing every patronizing adult says to a minor when they don't think the minor's capable of personhood and agency. You're acting no better than them." They almost threaten him again, but a voice in their head says he may well be recording this conversation and that they've damned themself enough already.
"I didn't call them! I—they talked to me, in the forum, and I talked to them in person, and the guy was so reasonable, and now I just want to undo it, I told him specifically Yates was okay, she was just doing her job, I wasn't mistreated, I didn't even want anything to change right now! I could've handled—" They think back on what they read on the forum, multiply it a thousand times over, and shudder, but go on. "I could've handled the rest of the year, it was just, supposed to help other people in the future, a rules change, not—"
"So you should have gone to Piggot and said, 'Director, the Youth Guard reached out to me about the gender thing. I haven't replied yet because I don't really want to make a federal case out of it, but it's -" She pauses, maybe reading something on her helmet display. "- harder than I thought to take having my cape persona referred to as a girl even knowing that Loen will go live in a few weeks. Can we come to some sort of compromise'. And then you have put the fear of the Youth Guard in her heart and you get everything you want. I might have suggested if I'd known the two people solution wasn't cutting it, but..."
"I could deny it all. Say, say they forced me to do it, coerced me, lied to me, make their case that much weaker. Piggot and Yates didn't abuse me, they—they could've treated me better but I'm not some whiny baby that can't take that, oh Scion I'm some whiny baby that can't take that aren't I."
"What energetic little guards you have."
"I'm so sorry if they kept you waiting!" chirps Lorica. "They're autonomous and didn't recognize you! How can I help you?"
"I'm just having a look around," says Al. "Hi, Glam. So, Lorica, as long as I'm here anyway I wanted to make sure you aren't up at all hours, tinkering...?"
"Oh no," Lorica says, saccharine sweet. "I get a full eight hours every night. My dad and I go home at the same time most days! He can probably tell you everything you might want to know."
"Mm-hm. And you're not working through your lunch break...?"
"Three squares a day, plus," Lorica indicates her fruit bowl. "You'll forgive me if I don't demonstrate! I take my identity really seriously."
"That's fine, that's fine," says Al. "Glam, how about you?"
"Nnnnoooo. I am not okay. I am, like, the opposite of okay. If okay were a number I would be the negative of that number. And that seems to happen too often and now my brain is being stupid about how I'm—oh god this is so ridiculously childish, my brain is going all 'you are ruining her image of you,' Jesus Christ stop being so fucking self-centered Glam."
"I don't know why Boots in particular would be mad about it, though. If anything this gives him freer rein. Reduces how much he can be disciplined for being himself all the time. They could cut his hours, but he's never seemed to like patrolling, and if they levy a fine and it comes out of his budget it's not like he uses it for anything."
Deep sigh.
"But a lot of the time I'm. This."
"It would probably not make me uncomfortable to be like this when I was with you, if you don't mind what I'm like when I'm not. And I don't really... care what you look like. It's—you? Your, your self. You surprise me, in a way that's not... surprising? I expect you to surprise me, kinda, I like watching you think, watching you work, talking to you, seeing you navigate the world and the way you do it, and. I am very good at verbalizing my thoughts, I could go on, but I think you got the gist of it."
"Ouch." He rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands. "Okay. My character would say something like 'there's another reason to become awesome' but I'm not in the mood to play it. I just—need to stop doing things so much. It's probably part of this character, believing I'm invincible, I can do anything, nothing will go wrong. This is the right frame of mind to control my power, but it's not so good for everything else. I can't fucking just believe everything will go right and then have it all go right, I need to grow up and actually look at how to accomplish things, and it hurts a little bit to say it. Feels so obvious, another thing I missed." He lowers his hands and opens his eyes, then sighs. "I'll do better."
He laughs. "Don't say that, you're going to encourage me." He smiles a bit sadly. "If you're still okay having me around even with—" He makes a vague gesture with his hands. "I'll probably ask for your help. More often, that is. And other people's help, too, and my own help, but yeah. I'll try not to just jump into things like that."
"Why," says Piggot, softly and evenly, pronouncing every consonant with exactitude, "I'm sure I don't know what you're talking about. There is no blame to distribute for calling the Youth Guard, which you are absolutely free to do at any moment and with whom we are delighted to cooperate. It is no doubt I who should be apologizing to you for not making enough resources available to you here that you felt you could solve your problems internally."
"I—" They swallow. "I don't think there is anything you should apologize for, I do not believe you or Ms. Yates are at fault for—anything. I was selfish and childish and rash and uninformed and naive. There is probably nothing I can say or do to help it, but I wish Ms. Yates was still here."
"Of course," they repeat in a low voice. "If—if you can think of anything I can do to, help, with anything, and if you can trust it's something I could do without breaking it, I would be glad if you told me," they continue, in the same low voice. "Even if it takes a long time for me to earn that modicum of trust."
"I do give a shit." Their compunctions about swearing could wait, they had a feeling Boots might be annoyed if they were obviously avoiding swearing. "It may sometimes look like I don't, and like I'm selfish and weak and need to be protected and want everyone to care about me. And to some extent, that's true, and it's—it's something I'm working on. It's something that's hurt the department, hurt Ms. Yates, hurt you, and I do give a shit."
"...not so far," they admit. "But the mistakes I've been making mostly revolve around not stopping to think about things and to listen to other people, and acting as if I know better than anyone else. This plan is more along the lines of 'assume Boots knows what he needs better than I do.'"
Glam starts making new platforms appear instead of extending the old one because that's faster and easier to do, now Boots is already expecting a speed for the old platforms. They go on and on and on, and Glam is high enough and the platforms are large enough that they would definitely notice if even a single one of them went missing, so they obligingly stay put.
amazing.
They whoop and whee, and follow, follow, follow. The platforms appearing in front of Boots before he can step on them are already part of the background, regular expectation, Glam doesn't even have to concentrate on them. They just appear.
Now they're heading towards Plum Island. Glam figures running parallel Refuge Road before getting back to sea towards Crane Beach sounds like a good plan.
Since most of the coast between Massachusetts and New Hampshire is in fact somewhat inhabited, they remain mostly clear of that coast as they make their way back. At the end of the trip they go through Odiorne Point State Park, which Boots might recognise and hopefully might cause him to start slowing down as they approach Brockton Bay again.
A sparrow lands on Glam's shoulder. "I had to turn Ki into a peregrine falcon 'cause seagull wouldn't cut it, and she didn't see anyone either."
And at school, he actually manages to somehow hang out with Echo—sorry, Willow, and with James. At different times, mostly, Willow tends to give James a wide berth, but there's classes Monday to Friday, more than enough time to divide between people. Afternoons are reserved for "extracurricular activities," which is Arcadia's way of covering for the various Wards' patrolling schedules.
But he has looked into the Youth Guard a little bit more deeply after the... incident... and wouldn't you know, the YG expects mini-capes' grades to not only not fall but actually improve upon joining the Wards. The reasoning behind this is that the Protectorate should "be a positive influence, giving structure and mentorship to the Wards," and so "maintaining the same grades for a prolonged time may still be cause for concern." He's pretty sure this is just to give the YG an excuse to butt in when they don't have any others.
Sadde expresses his contempt for this to James using slightly crasser language than he's typically comfortable with, but suggests that the both of them be study buddies or something. He does have his Winslow tests to prove that he actually knows stuff in spite of what his grades were.
"I was already a Ward when she came in and her dad teleported in and she had some random T-shirt she found on the ground over her face and she was crying and holding a cell phone she'd tinkered into calling him over from wherever he was to get her. The timing was exactly right and Transit had been on vacation to England and everything."
The following day, Glam has patrolling scheduled with Lorica. They won't be allowed to patrol on their own for a while, where 'for a while' isn't a predetermined amount of time as much as it is 'until they are.' They're okay with that. They get along fine with the other Wards, even if the YG incident left the Wards a bit cold towards them.
Somehow, though, patrolling is much less fun when scheduled with a starting and an ending time.
She's not bulletproof, unfortunately, and there are quite a few people who possess bullets threatening to use them against her. They're defending an old warehouse, which she's not in fact levelling, but she is throwing blasts of light at some of the people there. All in all, everyone's pulling their punches.
...oh, look, someone's arriving! With a metal wolf mask! Hi metal wolf mask guy!
And it's almost like Purity was waiting for him, with the way she started pressing the attack.
Meanwhile, Purity sends bolts of light here and there, attempting to knock a few of the people out, apparently still trying not to draw too much attention. Indeed, it was mostly luck that Glam and Lorica happened to run close enough to the spot she'd been attacking that the flashes of her power were noticeable under the afternoon sun.
One shot hits too close to Hookwolf, and just like that he's a shifting mess of sharp metal in the shape of his namesake.
Hookwolf crashes into the sturdy door of the warehouse, and from the fact that it does not immediately give in it's pretty clear that it's been reinforced from the inside. Someone does not want wolfy breaking in.
Glam conjures a white shield with a G on it.
"Wish me luck!"
With the dart in one hand and the shield in the other, they jump off the roof and shoot like a bullet towards Purity, the shield being used to hide their profile and hit her with something harder than their body.
She notices them fast enough to react with a concussive blast, but not fast enough that the blast does much more than reduce Glam's speed when they crash onto her.
Lorica approaches nearer, still stealth; robots take out peripheral gang members who look likely to provoke the E88 as much for their own safety as anyone else's.
She shoots at Glam, who for now does a good job of dodging the blasts that are still strong enough to crack the sidewalk where they hit.
At the same time, someone in a black bodysuit with various white arrows drawn on it quickly and silently approaches Lorica, intent on booping her.
Glam hasn't had a chance to redirect a Purity blast at Hookwolf yet—now that she's realized what their upgraded shield does she's been mostly trying to fly around them to hit them somewhere their shield isn't.
In the meantime, the new cape merrily chases after whatever Lorica bots she may find to boop them and send them some arbitrary-but-less-than-ten-minutes amount of time back.
New-cape apparently gives up on chasing more robots and—disappears.
They also miss Hookwolf with the reflected blast Purity shot their way, and once she realizes they can make new mirrors appear anywhere on their person she flies away from them, and they promptly give chase.
"I need to figure out a way to get a foam sprayer under my weight limit," mutters Lorica. Robots, no longer chased by striker cape, start stealing gang members' guns. One gets shot badly enough that it can't fly; it starts creeping about on the ground instead.
Purity veers up rather than get herself in the way of the new cape, so the new cape tries to boop the snarly mass of metal shaped like a wolf a whole ten minutes into the past.
The robot hits the striker full on, but she rewinds herself about two and a half seconds to an injury-less state and goes after Hookwolf again.
Meanwhile, Glam keeps Purity occupied, both capes with white costumes zigging and zagging this way and that in the sky. Glam stops the whole 'using hands to hold things' schtick they had going on with the shield and makes it float in place while they conjure their stun gun. "This is a stun gun, not an actual gun, by the way!" they call out, making a neon sign temporarily appear above their head with the words 'STUN GUN' written and an arrow pointing at the gun.
Another bot carries the bot that can't fly to Glam's shoulder so that it can play to its current strengths. Robots try to sneak up on and tranquilize Purity. Others start tracking the path-over-time of the striker so they can be ready to stab her if she backs up.
The striker, for now, does a lot of unpredictable zigzagging punctuated by short bursts of rewinding. She apparently either has some practice reacting to changes on the battlefield on the fly or the memory part doesn't affect her. Whichever it is, she uses as much of that as she can to dodge Hookwolf and bots, to try to boop a bot into the past, or (her current main goal) boop Hookwolf into the past.
Robots diligently track how far into the past they are sent each time.
Purity shoots more blasts at her, but the ease with which she dodges the blasts—and, when she doesn't dodge, restores herself to a previous condition—is uncanny.
And at some point, a new person appeared from amongst the gangbangers. A tall man, muscled, shirtless, his torso covered in tattoos, wearing jeans and a dragon mask. When the striker notices him, she starts putting distance between herself and Hookwolf.
The new arrival starts running towards Hookwolf and roars before throwing a fireball at him.
Armsmaster says he and Chevalier will be there in two minutes, and Velocity might show up any second.
Velocity shows up. He joins Lorica in trying to knock the gang members out too quickly for the striker to get them back up again. Meanwhile, Hookwolf roars right back at Fireball Dude; he dodges the projectile and closes the distance to try to sink his teeth into the blaster.
The blaster... is taller? He definitely looks a bit taller. And he throws another fireball at Hookwolf from a closer range. This fireball's definitely larger than the previous one.
Purity continues zapping this way and that, and Glam keeps making mirrors appear here and there, but she doesn't blast them, and they futilely try to keep up with her movements.
Lorica's armor might hold up against a Purity blast or a Hookwolf bite or one of those fireballs but she doesn't want to try it unless something her bots can't lift - like, say, an unconscious teammate - needs to be hauled out. Bots continue tracking the striker's position over time, but the fight's moving pretty fast and a full ten minutes' history will take a full ten minutes to get -
Purity finally catches an opening and blasts Glam to the ground—
—(a second's thought has Glam conclude that the fact that they used a shield made everyone watching expect them to be vulnerable to the blasts without one, so the suit-absorbs-blast thing didn't quite work)—
—and then the striker cape is there, and she touches the top of Glam's head—
"-another cape's not gonna be fun. Any idea on whose side they are?"
"Duck. Alright, here."
Swarm of decoy robots is a go!
The loud sound of Armsmaster's motorcycle can be heard in the distance, and Glam is now personally annoyed at the striker cape. "Velocity, if I give you some wire can you try to tie it around the striker?"
Armsmaster and Chevalier both arrive on the former's motorcycle, and take the scene in. Fireball dude charges towards Hookwolf, now eight feet tall and with scales covering much (but not all) of his skin.
Purity gets a couple of real robots, but misses some, and one of them manages to get close enough to tranquilize her in the thigh.
The remaining robots break off from the herd and project a path onto the ground of where the striker's been recently. "Velocity, she might teleport to any of the lit places -"
"Got it," says Velocity, and he starts snarling up the striker in wire, only as substantial as he has to be to hold the loop.
is pretty strong. Like, grab-Hookwolf-with-his-bare-hands-and-ho
The striker continues running here and there, zig-zagging and trying to not be caught by the wire. One time she gets close to it, but she rolls and boops the wire into the past—farther back than its existence, so it just vanishes. Glam provides Velocity with more.
The door to the warehouse Purity & Hookwolf were trying to blast open starts opening on its own.
Hookwolf, having been thus flung, recovers quickly, notices that his backup is down, and concludes the other brute out-brutes him. He runs off.
Velocity finally manages to lasso the striker when she backs up into one of the patches of projected light. He solidifies and yanks to pull the wire tight.
Chevalier, groaning, un-heaps himself from Armsmaster and motorcycle, and produces his weapon to level at the fireball guy.
Armsmaster reacts quickly, pressing a button on his halberd to make an energy shield appear and absorb the fire blasts. It's probably not going to hold on for very long.
The striker thus lasso'd first instinctively rewinds a minute back, but the wire is still tying her up, so she reaches down to boop it. However, Glam's waiting for her nearby (having been keeping track of the lights Lorica put on the way) and says, "Boom, witch!" before stunning her.
After the doors of the warehouse are fully open, four vans are visible and start leaving. At the same time, though, a PRT van pulls up and five PRT soldiers exit the van, each carrying a containment foam gun.
Glam switches gun and shoots at him, to very little effect. The PRT officers divide in two groups, one to contain the four vans trying to escape and the other to foam the guy. He blasts the air around himself before the foam can get him and continues running.
Purity is contained in foam (even if she is unconscious) and the other gang members have been apprehended, having mostly surrendered after noticing the presence of five different heroes and a PRT team.
The four vans were packed with contraband weapons and ammo, so that's what the E88 were after, probably.
"Well it could've been worse," says Glam.
Lorica picks up the bot which can't fly but otherwise works, and the salvageable-looking parts of a couple others, and gets the downed one into flying shape with the emergency tools in their compartment on her armor so she won't be without a scout on their way home. Chevalier compliments everyone on their teamwork and ingenuity. The PRT hauls the foamed Purity away. Gang members are arrested. Contraband goes wherever seized contraband goes.
There's quite a lot of media surrounding the fact that Purity was captured for the first time, and helicopter footage of the end of the fight sparks wild speculation on the two new villains as well as the new Ward. The footage doesn't show much, and of course the Protectorate PR department had a hand in making the heroes look pretty good, editing out the parts where Chevalier and Armsmaster were about as useful as pins. Still, it's pretty clear that a lot of the job was done by Lorica and Glam.
Conclusion: Glam is really ducking happy when they decide to go visit Lorica in her workshop the following day.
"I doooooo!" he singsongs as he floats about. "I mean, I didn't take her down by myself of course, but people watching the footage are all going 'the heroes don't look like they did much, they mostly fought dragon guy, Lorica and Glam did most of the work with Purity' and the tinfoil hats are going wild on what I can or cannot do." He is currently sitting cross-legged in the air, and hanging upside down.
He continues watching and providing similar commentary on the parts he missed, giggling when he makes the neon 'STUN GUN' sign appear for the first time. At some point the fight becomes what he's seen on the news footage, with more parts that were edited out, and then he remembers everything.
"Well, the news footage only caught the second time, and I played it off on the forums as being because 'it sounded funny at the time and could distract or confuse the enemy.' And given that Rewind" to whom they'd given a name during debriefing "had booped me, I don't know if it's that relevant that it happened twice."
"I think she's limited to ten minutes, but she might have been handicapping for some reason. Anyway, you still shouldn't repeat yourself days in the past because she only sends back the things she touches and everyone else will still remember, but I suppose you won't remember being told so if it happens."
"The bots do all have to be slightly different because I avoid random number generation and the software needs a way to decide which bot to send to do any specific thing. But I could program that in too. But - when I design a bot-assembly apparatus, in my head, it's a big stationary thing, it's not a pair of hands and my actual toolkit. I couldn't begin to tell you why. I might be able to get around it, but there are other reasons I don't want self-reproducing robots while a Ward. The Protectorate freaks out about self-reproducing anythings."
"Yeah! Though I dunno that I'd be a very good Tinker. I'd probably want to take everything I made apart to figure out why it works and how to reproduce it all and how to explain it to non-Tinkers. I mean, I spent a long time grumbling about how I can't actually look too closely at anything I make."
"Shut up," he laughs. "Turning things verbal is kind of a hobby. Describing stuff, analyzing it in a way that can make it understood by other people. It's probably why I'm not too frustrated with my power, even if it runs on imagination it at least has rules I can properly explain."
"Well, having to explain included giving you ultimate blackmail material and giving you control over my power forever—the fact that you turned out to be the only person who's immune to it was coincidental. I kinda calculated I might need to do that when I asked you to radio stuff in Acapulco, because hell, driving an Endbringer away earlier is totally worth it. And maybe there was a part of me that really wanted to have an excuse to tell. But, you know, conflicting desires."
And either because it really is that interesting or because he doesn't have anything better to do or because he really likes spending time with her even without being sociable or a combination of those, he does not in fact leave after ten minutes.
Or thirty.
He mmmmiiiight be starting to get bored if it starts pushing an hour.
There's a fundraiser coming up. Capes are to all be there, in costume (clean, well-maintained costume), be polite to rich people, and by their presence encourage attendance encouraging donations. Lorica polishes her armor; if Sadde's in her workshop at the right time he might see her ungloved hand or socked foot (but she has an old helmet for when she's working on the current one). She is pale and slimly formed and not covered in warts or spider anatomy.
"No warts," he says, grinning.
Lorica snorts. "I'll try." She spins on her stool. "Sadde, literally everyone at this gathering is there specifically because they are rich, they are powerful, and they like aiming these features at the PRT and Protectorate-related causes. If anybody walks out of this event thinking that such a cause ought to be 'putting you in your place', you won't have a nice rest of your Ward tenure. No shenanigans, no spiking the punch, no getting anyone to bet on one of your card tricks no matter how many yachts they claim to own, if you can't manage charming then dig deep down and find 'stoic', capisce?"
"Oh, good, we're all here! I have an announcement to make. I think they wanted to make it a surprise, but you deserve to know it beforehand."
"Well there's the obvious 'expressing very strong preferences about my behavior,'" they start. "But in general whenever you demonstrate having really thought about something, beyond what other people would normally do. When you're... I guess confident's too euphemistic and not quite what I mean." Air quotes: "'Badass'? Something like that? Competent. That's the word I'm looking for. You make me all melty inside when you're competent." Pause. "Also the thing you said on the boat about people only finding out that thing in case you disappeared and your bots suspected I was involved in that? Hit all the right buttons."
"Oh." Ponder. "Well. I mean. It's kinda the next best thing? And I won't say it doesn't make me hopeful, but at the same time unless you personally dislike..." Handwave. "Causing these things, or I'm acting in some way that makes you uncomfortable, I don't see the harm. I expect I'll be the first to know—well, maybe the second, if you count your AIs—when slash if you change your mind, so in the meantime I get to enjoy your presence and personality and all that entails."
Chevalier comes up to them and puts a hand on each of their shoulders. "You two should take in the party. Talk to some people. On your best behavior," he adds.
Glam's robot jumps on their shoulder, once.
"People who think the world would be fine if only they personally had powers, but, like, good powers, not ones that were inconvenient in any way or bad for their tactical style, and also their trigger event doesn't make them any less psychologically effective and they have a lot of charisma that works on incompatible factions all at the same time and money is no object. Those people."
"The latest is yet another person with very relevant opinions on how we should've handled Purity and Hookwolf and Rewind and Fireball," because lacking an official name for the latter two they pretty much made it up. "There was someone who was very unsubtly criticizing the decoration, there was someone doing the same to the food while holding two hors d'oeuvres, there was even someone doing both things." They shake their head very slightly to themself.
She also got a note with a time and a place she had to be if she wanted to get more of that drug.
At the exact time written on the note...
No one shows up.
However, a bizarre winged half-rat-half-plant hybrid creature comes from an alley, flying low and dropping a syringe with a note attached to it in front of Glam before starting to fly away between the buildings, keeping to the shadows.
The creature goes through tight alleys and stops to hide a lot before checking with echolocation whether the area's clear. On one of those checks, it notices Lorca's bot and starts fleeing.
Snort. "It's slightly outside my specialty. I'm mostly a software Tinker and invisibility is thoroughly hardware; that I can do robots at all is very much constrained by the extent to which this constitutes indulging my specialty better by giving the robots more free rein for decisionmaking. I'd need to make a really complicated cloaking device or try to figure out how to collaborate with Armsmaster on it."
"Well, there'd still be the S9, the Sleeper, the Blasphemies, the E88, Nilbog, Glaistig Uaine, and who knows what other class S threats we never hear about. Probably not as much, though, three to four attacks that often end up destroying cities per year isn't something even all of those together could accomplish." Pause. "Maybe Glaistig Uaine and the Sleeper."
An email from Miracle Max pops up on the wall. Looked at the drug. Got a formula for an antidote that you can use prophylactically but if there's multiple in the family won't do much against sibling drugs. It wasn't purified well; whoever made it was primarily something else, not a drug tinker.
Max writes back, Oh, I thought that lady would have described the symptoms. Looks like it's just designed for extreme addiction and actually being recreational was secondary. I'd describe the likely high as 'just barely pleasant' over about an hour and a half at this dose for a typically sized person, but coming down to normal would feel like you were dying.
"Although I suppose we can't guarantee anyone or anything will show up this time, since the first messenger didn't get home."
"I dunno, I've spent some time in my life thinking about how I'd go about committing various crimes and then deciding not to do them. Selling various fake items is an obvious one, though jewelry wouldn't work because people usually squint at it. Robbing a bank, or a store. Using strategically placed pebbles to make sure the horse I bet on won the race."
"Assemble it on the plane while people are watching; I'll throw in a pair of hands and Tinker technobabble. Solicit help carrying it, ideally after our team's scattered and you can ask for somebody else who didn't see it in progress, spread it around. Run tests out on platforms over the water against targets you create that can dramatically shrivel up and do this after you've put a couple episodes of that internet TV channel you were going to do and never got around to. Make it loud and annoying-sounding when it amps up but don't give it more than about five seconds to do it, next one won't be Leviathan but time still counts."
They nod along. "Yes, solid. What kinds of targets, do you think? It shouldn't be obvious that I made them, but Purity can destroy buildings if she's really trying and yet she's not all that strong against Endbringers, so they should ideally look more durable than that. Also do you think you could get one of your bots to follow us around while I do things? So we can upload them to the channel, editing it so we look badass—but will probably need permission from Branding or something before that, did they ever hire someone new?"
"...Pluck a boat wreck out of the harbor," Lorica says after a moment. "And yeah, I have recordings of everything already, editing would be work, we don't have a new branding person yet, they're looking, we're supposed to borrow Boston's if we need consultation."
"Boston person might not even know all the details? Maybe? Depends how good they are at their job and whether they expect to actually get any requests from this quarter. The thing though is that you can be in it for the attention as long as you're in it for the right kind of attention. The point of Branding is to get you the right kind of attention. Mm - assmeble a sample episode, bot will send you whatever footage you ask for, send that to the branding person and ask permission to put it up 'and maybe make it a series if the reception is good'?"
Nod. "Also, we could add 'power testing' episodes where I do suitably impressive things, including the Endbringer gun. I'm also thinking that I should start out small and 'become more powerful' as these episodes go, if I just start out with the full range of my skills and then don't change much people won't expect the kind of improvement I need them to."
"Sure, you didn't actually stretch your power concept that much in the Purity fight. Show off that you can do animals, then that you can self-duplicate, then that you can do Changer stuff - do impressions or something - imply you can copy powers! - and at some point during this sequence when you have enough views do the Endbringer gun, guest star Lorica."
"Yeah. How spread out should those be, do you think? Once a week? Twice? What kind of commentary do you think the fights should have, stuff like a general description of what's going on that's not immediately obvious, like what I'm thinking, or what? Don't wanna give out too many tactical details, of course, but if we 'let a few details slip,' the kind of detail that makes us look good without compromising strategy too much, sounds good."
"What you're thinking, speculations about what the opponents were thinking, what you would've done if something hadn't worked within the bounds of the amount of power you're showing? Depending on what you want to project you can make the occasional joke at your own expense. Like when Purity blasted you down to Rewind... 'I don't remember this part but that probably hurt'?"
"Anyway, yeah, I like that, that sounds good. Other ideas? Each Endbringer's its own little beast, I need to make people believe Behemoth won't just dynakinesis the blast away, and Leviathan won't just speedster out of the way. I'm definitely not going to a Simurgh attack until the other two have been killed dead, don't think we need to worry about her."
"You've shown you can do robots and can say you're working on something to carry and aim the gun through the air at high speed," says Lorica. "Dynakinesis... I'm less sure. Behemoth doesn't just take literally all the energy that enters his radius or everyone would wind up freezing solid in place, you might be able to bullshit around that."
They decide to elaborate. "My mother. She used to say that swearing was... not exactly bad, but it was a tool, like all other words, and it communicated something, and if I just swore all willy-nilly, that wasn't bad per se, but if I don't swear much, when I do it's more meaningful. And, she might've just been trying to use the sort of reasoning she knew would convince me not to do it as I grew up, maybe, but now it's... sort of something I have left of her, in a way."
"Right. So Behemoth can absorb impacts a fair amount with dynakinesis but if you can get in his range at all it doesn't actually get harder to move, is my understanding. You get, if anything, warmer, not colder; batteries and generators don't drain away to nothing. He doesn't indiscriminately leach all energy out of his radius. So come up with something halfway plausible about how you're going to shoot 'the kind of energy he doesn't control'."
"No, and I have no idea how to even measure that. One person is enough to outbelieve me, but I think there's some... measuring going on? Like, I think there's something like 'how strongly' I believe something that's pitched against same on other people. I don't have any information on whether there's diminishing returns or different weights for other people's beliefs, but for now I'd bet on everyone being treated the same."
"Well, I haven't ever performed any controlled tests, I guess, but it's the impression I have from regular power usage?" Pause. "Biggest piece of evidence that comes to mind: my laser was stronger after your talking about it against Leviathan. Alternative explanation: the fact that I expected that to be how it works did the thing."
"Okay... yeah I guess it sounds like a good first test. There's three things we're testing, right: my expectations alone, mine versus hers, and mine alone." Pause. "But actually even if other people only contribute negatively, their passive expectations definitely do contribute there, and the whole building-a-rep thing is still worth it if only to remove everyone else's negative passive expectations about me."
"No, that's not what I mean. Like, people not only don't expect a random Tinker gun to hurt Endbringers much, they expect it not to, and that definitely counts against me and is an expectation I need to work on. If I'm just a random nobody, they'll have no reason to not hold the basic expectation that I'll be ineffective."
"Point, but I don't think backlash can get that bad? Even if people don't like me, unless they actually start believing I'm a sham they won't expect me to fail. I think. I mean, the approach is slightly different if there's literally no positive feedback from other people, I suppose, but the basic strategy of building a rep is sound."
"You still don't have much teekay with objects you haven't conjured. But she's seen you move an object once, so she won't expect it to be impossible as a general rule. We can take a baseline, set her up in another room with a robot, and go from there with you and her having various sets of information."
"Well, like, when I first made copy. They couldn't really see what I wasn't seeing until the ball you threw at their forehead" (air quotes) "'convinced my subconscious' that they should be able to. So there's some extent to which I'm limiting myself, which might... have some effect, here. Like, if I see non-imaginary teekay while Windflower's expecting that to happen, that might cause me to be able to do it even when there's no one else around, and it... wouldn't necessarily mean it was because of what Windflower was expecting? ...I kinda confused myself here."
"I think under the circumstances I shouldn't tell you the entire experimental design, but I'll put Windflower with a robot and one real and one fake ping-pong ball in a room, tell her what she needs to hear, and have you try to move the balls under assorted conditions, with robots bleeping at you when you've succeeded."
"The bots will bleep for feedback, higher pitch the faster you move the ball," Lorica says. "Scoot the real ball as fast as you can."
The results are best when Glam's and Windflower's expectations agree and Lorica was speaking the truth about them, and worst when Glam's expectations are directly opposite Windflower's and Lorica was also speaking the truth about them. When Windflower was expecting nothing, there was still some passive resistance to Glam's expectations, though small compared to when she was actually expecting something to happen that was not what was going to happen.
"W-where's t-t-the thin-ng? The drug! Where i-is it?" They shiver and sweat a bit, just because.
The hybrid thing shows its other hand, holding another vial. Glam makes to take it, but the hybrid closes its hand around it and shakes its head, then extends its other hand more insistently. Glam looks around, as if nervous, then gives the hybrid the bag with money.
"Now can you give it to me?" they ask, the pitch of their voice changing with affected nervousness.
The thing raises a finger in a "wait" gesture, opens the bag, and starts counting the money.
"Yeah. Miracle Max doesn't make sense in the field however much he likes it... others might be useful, might not. You and I can go armored and airfiltered, and Boots and Windflower can take the drug antidote. Windflower might not even need it but it's not a good risk. Echo - not sure this is really her speed, but I guess we can get another prophylactic dose if she wants to come."
"All right, sprayers for bots, other Wards along. Maybe we should go in at night when the cape might be asleep, although they've probably got critter guards, might not matter that much, probably depends on whether the critters are impaired by darkness or not."
"...Remind me next time we have a block of free time to see if you can do invisible things. But Echo and Boots and Windflower have no dark-related adaptation at all and it's the tinker's turf, they can just cut the power if they want it too dark for most of us to function and might expect it to impair you too."
Strange hybrids coming and going at irregular intervals. Almost invariably looking like plant-animal combinations, with varying proportions of each. But for all their aesthetic differences, they don't look all that functionally distinct: low fliers that echolocate, stealthy bipeds that move surprisingly fast.
The area closest to the door is empty, but everyone else is—
busy.
The whole warehouse has been turned into a crude lab. There are three desks right in the middle of the open space, with various weird-looking tools. Large crates fill the corners and are pushed against the walls, open, with large metal containers that could be called vats if you squint. Most of them contain plant-like stems that end in hybrid creatures, as if they were fruit. No such plant has more than two such creatures, and the creatures themselves are somewhat foetal, underdeveloped.
Several fully formed hybrids are walking here and there, though, checking up on these vats, bringing substances here and there, filling vats with liquid or emptying them of same.
And one man in a lab coat is leaving one of the large crates and blinking in surprise at the armor-clad heroine who has just appeared.
"Boots, take out the critters." He starts bounding around stomping on things. "Windflower, Glam, poison the vat critters and put lids on the vats. Echo, spot assistance where needed and shooting at things in between."
Glam has started obeying Lorica's order when several rat or bat things start attacking them en masse, forcing Glam to shoot them as they come. The lids do appear above the vats, though.
And after a second the purpose of the button becomes pretty clear as many of the more bizarre creations in the vats start coming to life. Some die before getting the chance to, but a few either weren't poisoned enough or are resistant enough that they manage to topple and break their vats upon waking.
Flying critters throw themselves at the spraying robots, disrupting their aim, and two eight-foot-tall gorilla-like hybrids appear from two out of the way crates. The Tinker reaches one of his desks and throws one vial with a clear liquid on the ground at his feet then starts throwing several other vials with a pinkish one at the Wards' general direction. When the first one breaks, the more bizarre hybrids start becoming much more focused and violent.
Boots leaps over, landing heels first into a couple of critters.
Robots foam! Oh how foamy are the robots!
Windflower contains her lethals, inhaling them safely into herself as best she can when she can't get them into the systems of attacking critters.
Echo continues shooting things and disabling them with close combat techniques when one slips through. Meanwhile, the Tinker tries escaping, slips on a strategically placed vial that had definitely not been there before, and is hit by foam. Glam makes sure that his head isn't covered by it—not that he couldn't breathe in it, but it wouldn't do to have him able to peer too closely at the stuff. His head is secured so he won't be able to move it much, either.
Now they only need to deal with the rest of the swarm.
A bot tranquilizes the Tinker and foams something that was about to collide with Boots's head.
Lorica mostly squishes a pair of vine-snake-things and leaps into the air to get a flier and take stock of the battlefield.
The remaining colossus roars and goes after Windflower, knocking the desks over and causing various liquids to spill, some of which in turn start smoking enough that the room looks like it's filled with fog.
Echo has managed to clear her immediate neighborhood of creatures, and shoots a few more through the fog as she retreats, and Glam follows soon after.
In spite of everything, most of the creatures didn't seem like they were made for combat, other than the two giants. Several were pretty incapable of anything, and it was mostly sheer numbers that had made the fight last as long as it did.
PRT trucks and PRT agents with gas masks and airtight suits arrive to take in the Tinker.
Papers in the warehouse indicate that the Tinker was naming himself 'Blasto' and that his specialty seems to be a form of accelerated guided evolution of hybrid creatures. There are various half-legible notes scrawled on the edges of pages with new ideas, but it's very clear he was just starting to test his capabilities and hadn't explored much what he could create, yet. A few more notes indicate that he discovered the drug accidentally when working on a plant-plant hybrid (whose broken vat and dried dead body can be found in the mess).
Wards go back to HQ. Lorica distributes careful praise for Boots's squished-critter count, Echo's marksmanship, Windflower holding it together under pressure, and Glam's disintegrations. Lorica accepts praise from Chevalier for a no-casualty mission that almost worked.
"Between watching all the other critters, managing the battlefield, and making sure none of us were eaten, squashed, melted, turned into goo, or otherwise maimed or killed, after properly applying two tools that when properly applied have almost zero escape rates, I don't think you can reasonably blame yourself. Do better in the future, sure, but this was still not bad at all."
Glam edits footage of the Purity fight, with some advice from the Boston branding person. Heroes getting their hineys whopped are edited out, but slightly kicked is okay; people don't like it when heroes are too infallible. The self-deprecating humor is used, with Lorica's line ("I don't remember this part but it probably hurt.") being used verbatim.
It's published a couple of days later, and a link is posted on the PHO Brockton Bay message board.
Lorica's bot is only discreetly partisan. Commenters are delighted to have this footage and speculate that the bot took it (the bot admits this) and have various mostly approving remarks about kicking Nazi ass, various mostly approving remarks about the shape of Rewind's ass (Lorica's bot removes these for perving on a cape of unknown age), and the occasional decent suggestion for how to use Glam's power (drop things on people, trap them in boxes).
Pause.
"I am very happy my copies can't feel pain," she says, even though the noises and faces (emojis) it's doing would seem to indicate otherwise. "You'll need to hold back way more than that, you could've broken their spine or worse, and that will be hell on our PR department, especially if someone sues."
"Yeah, sure, but even breaking them, when we're talking about normal humans and not capes, could be bad. Maybe I'm exaggerating, but I figure controlling your force's good practice anyway. Try to drop them a little bit more nicely? And maybe aim for the front of the shoulder instead of the top?"
The first falls, the second is pushed back and has possibly dislocated their shoulder, the third and fourth are a crumpled mess, slowly trying to get up. The remaining two try to make the best of whatever distraction the others have created, one trying to hug Boots' legs and the other trying to headbutt him.
"Good! Now their friends are coming, they see that you're dangerous and have weapons! They're also trying to help the others."
Six more Glams appear, each holding at least one blunt weapon, some holding more and offering to the Glams that are still in the fight. The one with the dislocated shoulder crawls away to get someone to help.
And when he is one of the Brutes runs towards another, who's waiting for them with their fingers twined together to give them a boost in a leap towards Boots. The third just runs at him to try to tackle him.
Or, well, you know, the closest thing to that for a guided projection.
The first one Boots'd kicked is up again, and thrower uses their move a third time, sending them to try to grab Boots from the rafter, probably with some plan for what to do about a potential kick.
"Okay, I'm gonna send a team at you, now. A Breaker who can take a hit, a Tinker-Shaker that can shoot goo that does stuff on the battlefield, and a Mover-Blaster that can shoot concussive blasts from their feet and use that both to boost their speed by jumping a lot and to shoot at you." Dumpsters, rocks, cans, and other stuff start appearing around. "You up for it?"
They don't wait. The Mover jumps with a beam of light coming out of their feet, hanging onto a rafter to point at Boots and shoot. The other two run toward him, the Tinker waiting until they're close enough to shoot orange goo that makes the floor very slippery and the Breaker covering for them.
The Breaker gets in the way, and becomes still as a statue a second before Boots lands. They're also much harder than a statue, as if they were made of diamond and stuck to the ground. Meanwhile, the Tinker drops more orange goo around the statue-Breaker and the Blaster, still hanging from the rafter, tries blasting Boots onto the goo.
The three act as if they hadn't heard anything, which is only fair. The Breaker starts moving again, and the Tinker starts turning dials on their gun, while the Blaster lets go and uses their blast to soften their fall and start leaping towards Boots.
Boots, being particularly disadvantaged at dealing with Rewind in particular, puts his mask on and otherwise stays put.
"Honestly because the alternatives are dancing to that fucker Lung's tune" she pronounces it 'loong' "or running from him forever, and he's way too murderous for my tastes. I don't actually want to turn in, though. Don't you guys make deals? I never even did a lot of bad stuff, I wanna join up, if it'll keep him away. Oh, you guys've been calling him Fireball, by the way."
"Ummmm... He's staying at the Docks mostly? But he moves around a lot. Also he has his eyes on that duplicator dude, the one with the demon mask, I think he's calling himself Oni Lee? But hasn't been able to catch him, 'cause no helpful heroes have knocked him down for Lung yet." Is she bitter about that part? Maybe a little bit.
"Erm, so far by being big and mean and scary. Especially scary. Like, he doesn't have a lot of people working for him, yet, he joined this one gang called 'Azn Bad Boys,' can you believe that? But he pretty much does whatever the hell he wants and the 'higher ups' are mostly too scared of him and confused that he hasn't completely taken over their gang to say anything about it. He does do what they ask, though, and is generally a big scary muscle who has helped them recruit people."
"If we made you return the computer you wouldn't get the initial purchase price unless you've barely used it, and then you wouldn't have a computer. People you stole from will just get cash without the rigmarole. I can send a bot to get anything you need from home if you don't want to run out for it yourself."
"If you're not attending Arcadia and want to transfer email the deputy director about it and he'll handle it. We're currently short a Branding person but you can get an okay on your costume and name from the Boston one, who we are borrowing remotely until they find and hire a suitable replacement. There's a handbook on your desk, which you should at least consider reading. Any other questions?"