With Armsmaster's death, Miss Militia is promoted to team captain. Even with the losses, however, the Protectorate ENE doesn't get new capes—all teams got hit hard by the last Endbringer attack, and even though it was by all accounts a major victory, it did not cause capes to start lining up to join.
Days pass, and winter hits Brockton Bay. It's pretty mild, as winters go, but it's enough to drastically reduce criminal activity. The heroes have an altercation with white supremacists the following week, but nothing much comes of it, as cape muscle seems to prefer to remain comfortable inside. Capes nationwide are somewhat subdued, perhaps as the aftermath of the victory against Behemoth. Nothing much seems to change, however—the Simurgh continues to fly around in her unpredictable pattern, Leviathan continues to be impossible to locate, lurking in the depths of the ocean. The public gets hopelessly contradictory information about what really happened during the fight from unofficial sources, secretly fed from official ones to make sure people don't jump to the right conclusions, and the topic loses its momentum.
And all of this completely fails to distract Sadde, who seems to not be getting better from the post-battle funk. Or, at least, not straightforwardly better. The depression and fatalism turn—maybe not completely, but at least a bit—into unease and anxiety, or perhaps stir craziness. It is, after all, true that, other than for class, Sadde doesn't really leave HQ a whole lot, not since they reached the comfortable position of being able to patrol from the comfort of the console—of, in fact, being more effective when doing that, for the average uneventful patrol.
Fatalism, depression, anxiety, and unease, all combined into a Sadde-shaped ball, are currently floating upside down in Lorica's workshop, failing to read a book while she fugues.
Sadde and Bell in Worm
mxglam
"Or something to do with people, but I'm not sure what I could do that'd have been as useful."
thinkering
"What kind of 'with people' do you mean, here, are we talking like teaching or like therapy or like sales?"
mxglam
"I know, I just mean I don't know what kind of role I'd like, and I might have just gone on to research instead and have people as a hobby."
mxglam
"Yes, but what are the odds that you'd want to stick around and hang out with me without my kinda forcing my presence on you like I did there at the start?"
mxglam
"Can't say I dislike the results, though."
(...maybe the part where she's straight, a little.)
(...maybe the part where she's straight, a little.)
mxglam
(A... lottle? It's... been in her mind, a bit.)
"What did you think when you met me? Or, what did you think of me when I was a weird rogue?"
"What did you think when you met me? Or, what did you think of me when I was a weird rogue?"