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."
"Not a plan, more like a list of things? And I'm thinking those two should maybe be used so I could exemplify the gun I'm about to show them, and then I show them the gun and it shoots stuff. Oooh, aah, such an impressive, except it needs upgrades, yadda yadda, it gets stronger over time."
"It's - not something you've got a lot of flex on. We're already flirting with official reprimand about chatter. I wonder if you could get civilian help? They're as good as capes expectation-wise - I'm assuming - and you've got more leeway to warn them about things like 'cover your ears' or 'don't look directly at the beam' or whatever cover you have that day."
"Mmhm. Well, the way to achieve such status would be actually doing status-worthy things. Helping catch Purity certainly didn't hurt, but she's too local. I'd need to do something really incredible, like taking out the Nine or something like that. That would definitely bring me up there in—we really need a word for that."
"Yes we do. If your unstoppable force meets their unstoppable force for all we know the result is 'the fight goes on until she squints and in the meanwhile there's a crater where some innocent Midwestern farm town used to be'. But if you can produce tame Siberians on demand you just jumped ridiculously in Endbringer-related combat effectiveness, fuck guns you have a Siberian just have her go give them a hug."
"Well, I mean, if I can up and believe a Siberian copy into existence there's nothing saying I can't believe something better than the Siberian into existence. Unless the Siberian's the very top of what's possible when it comes to unstoppable forces and immovable objects. But in any case, yeah, Siberian hugs."
"So I don't ever, ever let her know where my real self is. I mean, there really is no reason why I would, even the binoculars are too large a concession, I could watch what the shoulderbot perceives from a secure, remote location while a copy has all my powers and then some because I can actually perceive them."
"Well... maybe I make something that's supposed to do a thing, like not a floating ping-pong ball but maybe something like a remote-controlled toy car or something, and then we tell someone else what it's supposed to do while I'm not around nor mentioned at any point, and then we see if their being around makes it do whatever-it-is better?"
"Well, a lot of the stuff we talk about is just assumptions, really. Like, we don't know if she can read minds or not, we don't know how far into the future she can plan stuff, we don't know the extent to which her scream can affect anything, whether she even needs it. Leviathan's been around for eight years, Behemoth almost twelve, even if we don't know exactly why they're holding back, whether it's some inherent limitation or what, we still know a lot more about them."
"Alright, camera, lights, action!" they say to themself. "Hi! I'm Glam. I'm a Brockton Bay Ward that joined about three months ago. I also caused quite a bit of damage against Leviathan and Behemoth in the past two fights! I'll publish some more footage of it later, but here you can enjoy a snippet of me making lizard butt burn." They grin at the camera, probably giving it some time to display the snippet they'll add when editing later.
"So, the thing I can do is conjure things, things that do whatever I want them to do. This mirror reflects energy and light blasts. This is a seeking stun gun whose bolts follow its target. This is a golf ball. It floats." They conjure the named things, demonstrating the floating golf ball.
"The more I do something, the better it gets, and the more it can do, forever. When I invented this gun, it wasn't a seeking gun. And even if I don't do something, doing other things helps, too.
"The goal, here, is of course to kill the Endbringers. The plan: practice enough that I get to do that! So I'm gonna do that, and show you guys my progress, and keep fighting them, until they're dead and gone. Aaaand cut."
After reaching a reasonably isolated spot and making sure no one was looking, Glam conjures a striped copy, appropriately covered. It touches the hull of a boat. "Here goes nothing," says original, and the copy pushes, causing the boat to get a hand-shaped dent.
What does not happen is the copy's hand going through the hull like it was made of butter.
That's quite a large dent. But it is still just a dent.
"Okay." Back to HQ, then. "...I should probably mention that, like, I'm on board with the whole I'm in charge thing but it isn't actually a kink on my end? It's like, I basically think I should be in charge of everything and suppress this opinion when it's socially unacceptable. I don't know if that makes a difference."
"At this exact moment there are various images going through my mind, with the concept of distance and time making them pulsate, all surrounded by an affective halo of the reason behind all of those. And it may all be colored pink. And there's definitely an overtone of what can only be described as a very long series of exclamation points."
They squirm in the air a bit, making more noises, then clear their throat. "Well, we can not use the blindfold, or start with the blindfold and then remove it. The main appeal there was that I don't actually know how the next part would unfold, because. You'd be creative. While I was blindfolded and couldn't really anticipate anything."
Shrug. "The being-unable-to-anticipate-it part was most of it, even if I am. And. I am reasonably inventive, I could at some point suggest some things. Though, well, many of them actually go, uh, a bit further than we've gone. And. Are part of these images, as well. Because they're not exactly expectations of anything."
"Our dynamics." He clears his throat. "I meant mostly, like, what you're comfortable with. Like you said, not your kink, soooo..."
"No, indeed not, but there's some ground to cover before getting to that. The very wildest of the dreams would involve... implements. Other than ropes." They swallow. "Bearing in mind that these things vary from one time to the next, the images include stuff ranging from edging to... other forms of. Punishment."
"Variation?" A few more objects with similar functions appear. "I like variation. And there are many different ways of doing the same thing. But, hmmm, underlying it all, I think the power-and-control thing, plus the everything-pleasurable thing, probably cover it all. Anything else I explained would probably just be new applications and combinations of those things."
And oh, does he enjoy the scratching and the kissing. He returns each and every kiss as if it was the last, as if he was surprised and delighted each time a new one came and decided to make the most of it.
And he continues making quite interesting noises.
"Yes, that's what I wanted to talk to you about. The first one, with footage of the Purity fight, got cleared by the person in charge of branding in Boston, so there's something to go on. I made another one, and did some editing, but all I know how to do was what I learned over the past month or so with the internet, so maybe not terribly good." They look at their shoulderbot. "Can you email it to Mr. Saunders?"
It's actually fairly decently done and edited, considering. Glam is definitely not a pro, but Lorica's bots are good at recording stuff, and the mysterious ethereal light their costume generates doesn't look bad on camera. They seem to have also dedicated a reasonable amount of time to learning how to use a few of the lower-end video and audio editing tools available.
"You're probably right," they agree. "Is this the sort of thing you think ought to be done by someone who knows what they're doing? And if yes, would you be willing to help me with it? Maybe I write stuff, you comment on it, I fix it, we back-and-forth until we're both satisfied? If you're too busy or don't want to do it you don't need to worry about it."
There is quite a bit of second-guessing going on in Glam's head. Is he acting like that because he's afraid Glam will cause him trouble like they did Yates? Is Glam being unreasonable, or threatening? Is...
"Well, thank you! And about the editing, any tips, is the current style good, what do you think I could change...?"
"Ah. It's, again, good but amateur - this looks like you filmed it in a randomly chosen room which happened to have good lighting but it would only take a little setup to have something more studio-like arranged. There's not very much background noise but there's a little. You didn't abuse Powerpoint transitions between parts, so that's good."
Okay now what. Um. The bot finds her something. "You're in a forest," Lorica asserts, because if she says 'beach' and something goes all capey she doesn't want water damaged hardware to deal with. She goes on about the forest in detail roughly parallel to the website's beach example and then says, "Describe the forest to me."
The ground is covered with earth, dry leaves, rocks, fungi. The trees start surrounding them, simultaneously taller than her ceiling should be but somehow still fitting inside the room. There's sunlight mysteriously being filtered by the branches, and a breeze blows softly from the distance.
Yes to all, but squinting at the space-distorted trees works from a greater distance than it does on regular objects. Furthermore, this accidental squinting clearly disturbs the trance, as Sadde frowns and expresses confusion about the absent trees before another one replaces them.
Lorica lets robots look at everything for her and focuses on Sadde. She grabs a decommissioned plate of Transit's armor which she's replaced. "In the forest," she says, "is another you. The other you is white with black stripes, and won't go through the floor, or hurt anyone or damage any equipment, but when I give them something, they can destroy it, going through it like it's not even there."
Lorica says with perfect confidence that whenever Sadde conjures a stripey copy, that copy will be able to destroy things just like that, however big they are, no matter what they're made of. The copy will have [insert list of the Siberian's known power parameters], whenever the copy has stripes like these, but Sadde will always be in perfect control of what things will and won't be destroyed. Etcetera etcetera. She rambles a bit, you're supposed to be sort of lengthy according to the internet.
And then she says that when she counts down from ten to zero, with every number the forest will fade away and Sadde will feel awake/refreshed/aware/more adjectives.
"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One. Zero."
"The space distortion was not traversible," reports the bot. "It was an illusion, but when I tried to send a chassis to investigate the ceiling was where it normally is."
She notes the suggestion at the end. "So... Then it could actually work, now. Wow."
"So you don't scatter the front-liners besides yourself who don't think she'd honor the truce and then have to solo the Endbringer. But you could try it that way if you think the recognition boost is worth it? As long as the stripes are there I think you're set, nobody knows what her nose is like..."
"All I need is one public display of Siberian to become Eidolon levels of notorious—er, get Eidolon levels of notoriety, anyway. Should be enough to at least convince people I can do that, then it doesn't need to be Siberian-shaped anymore, and I can go ahead and kill Endbringers and stuff."
"Poor Windflower. She's really hard to deploy as a hero but she's too easy to defend against to make it as a villain even if she wanted to slaughter the occasional city block and there's no really good civilian applications - even if she went into extermination you don't want her stuff lingering any more than you want standard pesticides."
"She's useful in some situations; not every opponent is a person we need to take alive. Especially since you can outfit people with gas masks. But it's definitely awkward. Maybe she's here because she needs a team to handle more than like three kinds of situation."
"But on the other hand the passive not-expectation everyone has is basically absent, there, and that might do more good than actions that might actually polarize people into active expectation. I mean, it shouldn't be a first or main strategy or anything, but testing would be useful."
"The current plan is sorta shock-and-awe, I don't need people to like me as long as they actually believe I can do pretty much anything. I mean, I prefer it if they like me, of course, but that doesn't enter into it, the PR I need is one of power, you know? So, make the fake Siberian show up, then publicly reveal I was responsible for her, and thenceforth use a Siberian copy that looks like me so it's not as spooky."
"Okay, reminder of the thing I said when you first signed on, you don't strictly need to be liked but you do need people to expect that you don't go around committing collateral damage. If I saw the actual Siberian at an Endbringer fight and didn't know any better I'd think she was there to slaughter civilians. Or take in a concert, you know?"
"Well, I don't know, it's a little different from expecting a gun you're actually shooting to be lethal - the onlookers wouldn't be coordinating and wouldn't expect a specific trajectory the copy could take, wouldn't expect a specific civilian to be first, etcetera, they might not be able to agree on enough to ouija-board her around, but it would seriously worry me."
"How to make people even believe them, though? Like, it's one thing to have her tear lizard butt a new one and then admit responsibility, it's a whole 'nother to just show her causing destruction, any video could be faked, and with my power we already know for a fact that the Siberian destroying something I've conjured does not imply she can destroy something real."
"Yeah, awkward catch-22. Maybe you could tell a handful of Protectorate higher-up so they don't assume they need to protect anybody from her and can coordinate anyone else who looks like they're going to try, and then just keep her away from civilians - works better at Behemoth fights than Leviathan one, Behemoth is basically never technically near live civilians."
"Hmm, yeah, that could actually work. Tell the movers and shakers she's an ally, maybe tell people that over the comms during the fight, something like 'we have an ally who can conjure someone with the Siberian's powers to give Behemoth a hug' and then the capes actually expect her to do it. Problem is the diminishing returns and the people who don't get comms. We really should find a way to give everyone in an Endbringer fight a comm."
"Will they network right...? Like, I know no people would be looking at their inner workings, but they'd still have to work like a bot to talk to the bots correctly. I don't get where your power even gets that information; you're not a tinker and it can't be coming from my head and the bots don't self-design at this time."
"We've just received a report that the Teeth are robbing the Central Bank," he says without preamble one everyone's arrived. "Butcher, Flamethrower, Boost, and Warp, with ten thugs."
Flamethrower can shoot fire from her hands, and the shorter and thinner she makes the jet, the hotter and more powerful it is. She can reduce it to a laser-like weapon that can be used to cut through diamond.
Boost chooses volumes of space inside which everything is accelerated. She can control the intensity, direction, location, and size of these areas, but they are short-lived and she can only have one up at a time. She frequently uses them to simulate flight and to throw knives and other projectiles at people at the speed of bullets.
Warp has the ability to modify and reshape any objects he can see in their entirety. He frequently uses small metal balls that he reshapes into restraints and weapons.
The Teeth are a gang operating in Brockton Bay. Known for their high turnover rate, very few of their leaders have lasted more than a year and a half. Ruthless, bloody, and casually violent, they usually attack targets from which they can draw money quickly, using the threat of violence and following through when necessary to guarantee success, holding while buildings hostage and sometimes selling their services.
Armsmaster quickly summarises all of this, and finishes with, "Now we have something that can help turn the tables." He looks at Rewind, who seems surprised, then continues: "If we can undo the damage they cause and rescue the civilians, their main strategy fails."
"Glam can make duplicates with their own powers, the extent of which isn't quite tested but they can at least be decoys for anyone who's going to be in particular physical danger. Glam themself should hang back with a bot as much as possible to monitor the action and coordinate the copies. Rewind is best as a healer but won't be able to get anyone simultaneously healed and out of danger so she'll have to be in the thick of it - where are you putting Dad?"
He outlines their strategy, not very detailed because no plan survives contact with the enemy and because they have very little time, asking Lorica some questions about how to best employ the other Wards.
Lorica recommends leaving Windflower behind - it's going to be crowded chaos, killing Butcher is an unacceptable risk, and keeping her covered will divert cape attention. She wants Echo sniping nonlethal ammo from a nearby roof with a bot, Glam ready to pop a copy to cover her if Butcher teleports up there, and Lorica herself will take a coordinator role - she thinks her bot network can control an appropriately hardwared decoy of her body, though.
Transit's a little ahead of them, getting neighbors of the bank away from it so if the Teeth make a casually violent getaway there won't be anyone to be casually violent at who they don't already have. If he can do this without being noticed for a minute or two so much the better.
Boost, Warp, and eight of the nonpowered Teeth are visible from the window. The civilians are on the floor, with the nonpowered pointing guns at them. As expected, Boost has an impenetrable area in front of the building, and as soon as one of the heroes tries to get in, one of the civilians inside is summarily executed. A "warning."
The Teeth the bots can identify are all wearing hodgepodge pieces of armor, so they're actually pretty easy to recognize, but not that easy to tranquilize. Three more civilians die before they start gunning for the bots.
"Rewind, can you get the civilians out of the metal things?" Glam asks as the heroine starts resurrecting the dead.
they're free. Restraints gone, just marbles, really.
Without further ado, a Glam copy and Rewind start getting the civilians out. Dauntless uses his speed-giving boots to evade and his shield to block shots from the nonpowered Teeth while reaching them with his Arclance and trying to electrocute them.
Boost struggles against Velocity, trying to keep him away, and Warp tries creating new illusionary obstacles for the heroes. Armsmaster and the other Glam copy storm through them to go after Butcher, Flamethrower, and the two remaining nonpowered, who are probably holding the rest of the bank's staff hostage.
Miss Militia's got rubber bullets and is willing to aim them at Boost in melee because Velocity's sped up enough that he's barely interacting with matter. When she's alerted that there's not really anything between her and Warp and a robot helps her aim she can shoot at Warp too.
Suddenly, an explosion hits the civilians, the Lorica-copy, the Glam-copy, and Rewind. Butcher is suddenly among them, and instead of healing herself or the civilians, Rewind starts mindlessly attacking him.
Half a second later, Boost boosts herself back with enough strength that she hits the wall just before Butcher explodes there, hitting the nigh-immaterial Velocity with the blast.
"Stranger protocols active on Butcher!" Rewind calls on the comm, too injured to be proud of remembering this tidbit of the book, before rewinding her memory and damage away.
Velocity is hard to buffet but he's not invulnerable to burning. He's down. Rewind's bot directs her his way.
Miss Militia directs her fire at Butcher, aiming carefully so as not to put the lie to "nonlethal ammo".
Glam's bot alerts them to the need to reassemble the exploded decoys.
Butcher teleports out of the way just as an electrified metal ball connected to a chain flies through where he'd been standing, coming from the door to the back of the bank where Armsmaster's standing.
"Already on it!" Rewind says, continuing to zigzag towards Velocity, who's the most hurt of them and also the one who's been hurt for longer.
A bot updates Velocity on the situation when he lands.
When a Glam-copy shoulderbot drops from the network another one heads for its last known location.
Rewind reaches Miss Militia and sends her, then herself, back to the rooftop outside.
Between his escape attempts, Butcher lands near his two underlings, burning them with his explosion, before disappearing away again. Dauntless is far enough away that he can use his shield to protect himself from the blast.
The Lorica-bot who went after the shoulderbot that disappeared is consumed by fire just before Flamethrower appears from where Armsmaster had, and surveys the scene.
And then the fire's gone. The copy-bots were fireproofed, and they caught the way Flamethrower used one hand to block the heroes' vision, trap Butcher, and slice his throat with a concentrated laser, then grabbing the money and teleporting away.
They take everyone in, return to HQ, and debrief. From the footage and Dauntless and Miss Militia's descriptions, it appears Butcher IX had an unidentified power of causing mindless rage on people nearby. Dauntless describes it as "being unable to really think about anything other than hurting, causing harm, destroying."
Oh, okay, there's a subject he can actually contribute with, namely: his insatiable curiosity. "What are those?" he asks as he takes the seat and very much does not take Bella's hand in his, he can deal with his nervousness on his own, he'll probably even hurt her by squeezing too much and then Transit—what's his name?!—will send him to the Birdcage and then kill him-
...his brain is going kaput now. Especially because, well, he's meeting his girlfriend's (obligatory pause for squealing about the fact that she's his girlfriend, Sadde still squeals internally about that fact) parents, and there's no conversation going on and he's not actually talking to them or meeting them it's just food! Sadde does not deal terribly well with a lack of conversation.
Sadde looks at Bella like—like he thinks she's adorable and amazing and fantastic and lovely and all that jazz. "Anyway, yeah, choir. I like singing a lot, actually, and if Bella ever finds the time in her busy schedule I should probably get her to watch a musical or two with me." His nervousness seems to be somewhat gone, now, at least while he's looking at her.
...hadn't Transit-or-whatever-his-name-is mentioned Bella and he spent a lot of time together in one of their respective rooms? Why... why would this room be any different?
And it's really great he can't blush because the next thing he thinks is, well, that ship has kinda sailed.
"Well, there's, you know, nonverbal communication, flavor to what people say and don't say, meaningful pauses, et cetera. It's not like I can read minds, but you know, I can't tell at all whether your father actually approves of me or not, even if I'm pretty sure he had some opinion of me going on in his head while we were talking."
"That's not what he meant, he just meant we hang out a lot and he's usually not around. I don't know if it doesn't occur to them or what but my guess is they're just doing The Parent Thing and the Parent Thing involves the door rule but does not involve requiring me to be chaperoned at all times."
"I was crushing on you long before I knew what making out with you was like, or what you looked like, and we still haven't technically gone on a date. All of those things sure are nice to have with you, it's the 'having things with you' part that makes me happiest." He plants a peck on her lips.
"Ah, yes, indeed. Thankfully we've been short on the face-eating supervillains front, lately. Though I suppose this kind of problem can be easily defined as the highest priority for its duration even without written consideration of it, given that all other problems will go unsolved if that particular one does."
"Year from September thirteenth. They could've made Echo captain, why didn't they make Echo captain? I apparently know so firmly in my own head that I'm not in it for the long haul that I don't remember that I might be pretending convincingly to other people."