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One second Lorica is being swallowed by the sewer cape, the lion mouth opening far too wide, and the next she's being vomited out. A flood of stomach acid and chunky flesh is expelled with her, as well as what might be naked bodies.
Even more worm plot.
"Oh, I've been meaning to mention that I'm pretty sure she's mastered into obeying the law or some nonsense like that. She followed Tagg's orders and than dropped this on him at the first opportunity."
thinkering
"Oh good. Come for the house rules Risk, stay for the pro bono Thinking. O Tattletale, wise and beneficent Tattletale, what the fuck is my power. And hers."
"I'll stare at you next," she says to the other Lorica, focusing on the booper for the moment.
"Huh, subtle."
Her power streams in with inferences, most of them about what the effect isn't, before flagging something weird about her how her brain is responding to her power usage.
"Oh, damn. It's blocking the downside of my power - it's barely doing anything now but if I ran at full tilt for a few hours I wouldn't feel the migraine. I think I'd still run out of juice though. I think this is your master immunity power?"
thinkering
"Are you saying this whole time we've been immune to thinker headaches and it just didn't come up because we're not thinkers?"
"Yes."
"Also I love this power. Probably some time limit and it might be variable but still, best power."
thinkering
"Almost nothing. It twigs to something if I'm near Plumata or Dad, negligibly if at all to most other people."
What sort of thing is Galea likely to do over the next few hours, asks her power over an entirely novel sensory modality.