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To Glam's continued delight, more kissing sessions happen on the following days (when they're feeling like a boy). They haven't met her parents as her official boyfriend or girlfriend or whatever yet, and don't mind it too much.
News about Purity's escape surprises exactly no one, but the Protectorate's reputation suffers a blow because of the attack; after all, the heroes were beaten on their home turf. The PHO forums are abuzz, though rumors of Glam's death at the hands of Hookwolf (probably started by same) prove largely unfounded.
And Glam really should get to their webisodes and start building a steadier rep. And that's (one of the reasons) why they're in Lorica's workshop a few days later.
"So what should I do? I haven't posted anything since Purity, should probably make this more of a habit."
"'Course I do. Anyway, not about to go chasing after them, even if they are down a member. Maybe wait until they're down to seven, or even six."
"I don't recommend it. I mean, I don't know how Jack's survived this long, his power is having knives, but that doesn't mean that if you kill him the Siberian won't hunt you down."
"Right, her. I mean, I'm tempted to assassinate Jack and anyone else relatively easily assassinated anonymously by drone, turn in footage to the Protectorate so I can collect the bounty, etcetera, but it's no good for you if nobody knows it was you."
"Mmhm. And I mean, if Jack really is the linchpin of that group I'm not quite sure I want to see what happens to the others when he's removed. Even if the Siberian doesn't come after me, she, like the Endbringers, could reasonably cause much more damage than she actually does."
"We really do need to figure out a way to stop her. I wonder if throwing her into the Sun would work."
"And there is a point at which you have to ask 'at what cost to the Sun'..."
"Although just getting her into space would do the important part, namely keeping her away from everybody."
"That. That would be. A pretty good thing to do, actually. If it were possible. I... did manage to create a copy that mimics a Breaker power of turning into a super-hard statue."
"...Good question. I don't have anything around I would like annihilated. Maybe have it beat up some other copies so you're in the right frame of mind and then take it out to the boat graveyard."
"The... kind of beat up that distinguishes the Siberian from other Brutes or Breakers tends to be the more gruesome kind."
"I don't mind if you get imaginary blood on the floor, I can clean it up by glaring at it."
"I'm so glad you're not sentient," says Glam right before the Siberian copy pinches the other copy's hand off.
"Like butter," Lorica pronounces, glaring the blood out of existence.
"Yeah. It's cheating, doing it with my copy, though." The copy is not expressing signs of pain—it is just passively bleeding. Until it's dispelled, blood and all.
"But your power works on the subverbal level. So why shouldn't it work? Put your copy in something that won't let the stripes distress the neighbors and let's have it walk through some boat wrecks like they're not there."
The copy is now wearing something that won't let the stripes distress the neighbors. "...you know, if this works, we don't actually have an excuse not to go kill the Nine."