Taylor winced as Six's trap went off, the half-dozen or so grenades exploding almost simultaneously. Observing through her bugs as they bit and stung at the villains
right up to their dying breath, Taylor's mind flashed with the sensations of heatlightpressurefireexperienced through a few hundred insects' senses all at once compressed down and shoved into her brain through her power.
It was… disorienting. Not terribly so, but enough to give her pause; as though she had been standing in a dark room, and then someone suddenly popped up and shined one of those 'ultra-bright' LED flashlights in her eyes. She shook her head to clear her thoughts, calling in the rest of the swarm she hadn't sent into the house to get a look at the aftereffects of the blast.
She heard the crunch of wood shattering, and watched from a hundred different angles as Six tackled Kaiser out through the front door of his house, the Empire leader flailing for a moment before being firmly pinned under Six's knee with a gun aimed at his head. Taylor didn't think too much of it; if anything, it lifted a slight weight from her shoulders. She did want to be a hero, after all, and killing people, even if she wasn't technically the one who killed them; even if they were villains, wasn't very heroic. That Six was restraining Kaiser like he was just meant that the man was still enough of a threat to warrant that kind of treatment.
Right?
He had gone out of his way to not kill Lung last time, if only just; hopefully he had the same intentions today.
When one of the other capes from Kaiser's hit-squad stumbled out of the destroyed house, Taylor tensed. She still had enough of a swarm gathered outside the house that she could bury the man under a pile of wasps, flies, and mosquitoes, but he had a gun. She'd never be able to attack him fast enough to stop him shooting Six.
Could Six survive the bullet? Maybe; he was definitely some sort of Brute. Did she want to take the chance? Not at all.
Perhaps she could jam the mechanism? Could she force enough insects down the barrel to slow the bullet at all? Stop it from firing entirely?
Taylor watched in tense silence as Six turned to stare the villain down, grunting something she couldn't make out from behind the building. The standoff stretched on, from one second to two. Then three.
Then the Empire cape lowered his gun.
Taylor blinked. What had...?
She realized a moment later; Kaiser. Six literally had him at gunpoint. No Empire thug would risk their leader's life.
So Six was, at the very least, not in imminent danger. Okay. Good.
Now what?
Even if Six was out of danger of being shot, he was still locked in a standoff with another cape. Someone was going to have to make a move, otherwise they'd be stuck there until…
'Oh. Oh wow, that's clever.'
They were in one of the nicer neighborhoods, well within the territory that the PRT actually patrolled regularly; here, their response time would be minutes. All they had to do was waste time until the Heroes arrived. Had Six planned this entire fight to go like that? He had to have some sort of Thinker power at play; a normal cape fight would have leveled the better part of the block by now.
Taylor watched as Six pulled out some sort of switchblade, waving it around in front of Kaiser's face. Okay, Six had to make a point somehow, right? He'd do something like in the movies, probably, use the knife to cut Kaiser somewhere painful but-...!
Taylor jumped, shocked, as Six plunged his knife into the viewslit of Kaiser's helmet; she could hear the villain's shrieks of pain from all the way in the backyard.
It wasn't the kind of sound a sane human made. The closest comparison she could recall was... the day Mom died. Dad's wail of despair when they realized that she was truly gone was… hell, listening to that sound might have been even more painful than Mom's actual funeral. It was one of those memories that she'd never be able to forget, as much as she might wish she could, sometimes; Mom's death… Emma slamming the door in her face… The Locker...
The sound of Kaiser's screaming as Six gouged his eye out was… admittedly, not quite as impactful, but it was close; Kaiser wasn't her father, after all.
Of course, she felt horrified at what she saw too, but it was a sort of dull, resigned horror; familiar territory for the Trio's favorite target. How many steps above anything they'd done was this? Could she honestly say she thought this was above what Sophia could do? If anything, she took a small, dark pleasure in seeing that kind of suffering directed towards someone actually deserving of it for once.
Did that make her a bad person?
No. She didn't think so. Kaiser had done far worse than this; she'd seen what happened to people caught in the crossfire of his power. It still didn't feel right, though… Heroes didn't gouge out the eyes of villains, no matter how evil.
Six wasn't a normal hero, though.
He killed people, and he didn't seem to feel any remorse about it either. But he also helped people. She had browsed the thread dedicated to him on PHO; Six didn't just go around shooting people in his free time, and more often than not, he actually tried to de-escalate fights when he could. At least once, someone had claimed he let himself get shot just to keep them from getting shot.
So what did that make him? Too violent to be a Protectorate hero, but obviously not a villain… Six was unique in Brockton Bay because of that. Shadow Stalker had been like that too, before joining the Wards. People liked Six for the same reason they liked her; they were capes that got things done. They had tangible results, and didn't waste time with things like public appearances like the Protectorate did. But they also didn't have the PRT's support.
Taylor had done the research, back when she was still figuring out her powers; she knew the survival rates of independents. Six had already beat the odds they gave, six to eight months before an independent ended up either forced into a gang or dead. This situation, right here and now, was what they were referring to; The Empire was here to either kill or recruit Six.
By becoming a Cape herself, Taylor realized, she was accepting that same risk. Accepting that she could be killed; could be maimed, just as Courier Six was doing to Kaiser now. She could be forced to endure even worse than anything the Trio had thrown at her. Anything they could throw at her.
The Empire had gone after Six, probably as revenge for Hookwolf. After today, though, they'd want revenge for this too. And while she hadn't had any part in Hookwolf's death, Taylor had definitely played a part in humiliating the Empire here. She'd probably hit the point of no return the moment she agreed to help Six ambush the Empire.
They might come after her now. They might break into her home, try to ambush her like they did here. Obviously they were capable of doing it; they'd already tried at least once with Six.
They might threaten Dad…
With that realization, Taylor felt some immaterial part of herself grow calcified to Kaiser's screams; watching impartially from a thousand insectile eyes at every angle as the villain scratched and grabbed pathetically at Six's arms.
No. The Empire would not threaten her family. Had this been her house, her father at risk, she wouldn't have hesitated to do the same. Six was absolutely right; the Empire needed to be taught, in no uncertain terms, never to do this. The alternative was unacceptable.
Taylor closed her eyes, letting out a slow breath. Then she opened them, cocking her head as the sound of a roaring engine faded into earshot. Immediately, she sent her swarm out, searching for the source.
There!
Racing down the road in their direction was a white van; like the sort you saw used by electricians or plumbers. It must have been for Kaiser's group.
Taylor drew upon her swarm. Every insect she had in range, she called; Wasps, Roaches, Flies, Spiders, and more. She'd show the Empire that she wasn't any more of an acceptable target than Six was, risk of allergic reactions be damned.
The van screeched to a stop in the middle of the street, right in front of the house. As the side door slid open, a trio of armed men opened fire from inside the vehicle. Taylor watched for a split second as Six rolled off of Kaiser's writhing form, brought his revolver to bear, and let off a shot of his own before sending her swarm in through the opening. Six's shot caught one of the gunmen, throwing him into the other side of the van, but the door had already begun closing back up as the shooters realized their mistake, covering the others from any followup shots. Still, Taylor managed to squeeze a hundred or two flying bugs through the opening before the van sealed back up. As small as it was, though, even that small swarm was enough to distract the gunmen, stinging and biting everywhere they could reach even as they were crushed by the handful; she made sure to focus the bugs' aggression towards their faces, crotches, and any other sensitive areas she could think of.
The statistics didn't lie; it was this or risking death, or worse. No going back now.
Taylor felt the ground rumble, and shifting the bulk of her attention back outside the van, she saw a wall of metal sprouting across the front yard, neatly separating Kaiser and his reinforcements from the rest of the yard. The wall grew taller and taller, until Taylor could see it from where she stood in the backyard. When it finally stopped, Kaiser keeled over from the sitting position he had pulled himself into, and curled into a fetal ball. He was still save for a slight shaking to Taylor's bug senses, so she decided to ignore him, turning her attention instead to Six and the cape he was wrestling with.
It seemed the Empire lackey had taken the initiative to attack Six in the immediate aftermath of the van's arrival. The two rolled across the yard, punching and kicking, having tossed away or dropped their weapons in their fight. Six obviously had an advantage in size and strength, but the Empire cape just didn't seem to be feeling any sort of wear or fatigue as the fight wore on. Six landed a serious blow that left one of the man's arms bent at a painful looking angle, but barely a couple seconds later it was as if the limb was good as new.
The Empire had a regenerator, she recalled. She didn't remember the name off the top of her head, but that didn't matter. She called her swarm back, save for the few in the van that still hadn't been crushed by the gunmen, and sicced them all upon the Empire cape. The bugs formed a veritable carpet of chitin over the front lawn, swarming over both of the capes, but only biting one. For all the bugs attacking, though, it barely seemed to faze the man. She moved on to the more dangerous parts of her swarm; wasps, fire ants, black widows, all injecting as much poison as they physically could, but still nothing. She tried swarming his face, which seemed to slow him down a bit, but more because of his suddenly reduced vision than any actual discomfort. Taylor did all she could, and still it wasn't enough.
She let out a gasp as the regenerator drew a knife from his costume. He reared back, bringing the blade down to stab at Six's throat, only for it to be caught in an open palm. The blade pierced clean through Six's hand, only for his fingers to wrap around the guard, yank it out of his opponent's grip, and drive the hilt into the cape's nose. The force snapped the man's head back, giving Six a chance to kick him off entirely, and draw another bulky pistol from under his jacket with his uninjured hand. The gun barked off seven shots, concentrated fire severing the cape's leg at the knee. He fell backwards, visibly bleeding from his stump leg, but another second later and he was already struggling back to his feet. That was all Six needed to seize the initiative, though, pouncing on the man with a demented howl Taylor could hear from the other side of the house.
Six seemed to have things more or less under control. Once again, she shifted her focus towards Kaiser and the Van, and cursed. She hadn't left many bugs to watch the other side of the wall when she had tried to interfere in Six's brawl, and so she had barely a handful of insects left to watch and try to attack as a pair of figures unceremoniously tossed Kaiser's body into the van and dove in behind him. The door hadn't even had a chance to close completely before the van pulled a U-turn, tires screeching and rocketing off the way it had come. Within moments, the van, and the bugs inside, were out of her range.
And like that, the fight was over. Six was still doing his best to beat the regenerator cape to a bloody pulp, but otherwise, there was no one left to fight.
They had won.
Unsteadily, Taylor rose to her feet. She still wasn't entirely sure she had really seen what she had. The Empire was the biggest gang in the bay; almost as much a fact of life as the Boat Graveyard and mass unemployment. And yet, Six had taken out nearly half their capes in under five minutes. It almost didn't feel real.
She unlatched the back fence gate, slipping through and shuffling up through the side yard. Taylor wasn't sure she wanted to see the aftermath of Six's initial trap; there had been five people waiting when she arrived; only two of them had come out. If she had assisted Six in killing three people, villainous capes they might be, she wasn't sure she wanted to know. Ignorance was bliss, after all…
Approaching the corner of the house, Taylor heard grunting and the steady, meaty thud, thud, thud of fists on flesh.
"Mother…! Fucking…! Sonofa…! Bitch...!"
She rounded the corner, clearing her throat to try and get Six's attention as quietly and politely as she could. Six froze, panting hard. His head turned sharply to side-eye Taylor. She froze.
"Oh… Hey. Great work with those bugs, kid. A-fucking-plus."
He loosed another blow on the regenerator's face, shattering the man's nose with an audible snap. The Empire 88 cape was completely white; not just caucasian, but literally the color white across his entire body, like a living marble statue. Alabaster, if she remembered correctly.
"By the way, you know any way to put this guy down with a bit more... finality?" Six grunted, shattering Alabaster's nose with another punch as his power reformed it. "None of my usual methods seem to be working, and as fun as this is, my arms are getting a bit tired."
Taylor nodded numbly.
"I don't think he's much stronger than a normal person, you can just tie him up." She groped around in the pockets of her coat, pulling out a little bundle of zip-ties she had nabbed from her dad's workbench. "These should work, I think."
Six took the plastic strips, standing up and forcing Alabaster to flip onto his stomach before wrenching his arms behind his back and securing them with multiple ties. The Empire cape let out a few grunts and other non-verbal complaints, but otherwise, he seemed to know when he was beaten. Just for good measure, Six zip-tied his ankles together too.
"Tough motherfucker, ain't you?" Six grunted, staring down at his captive as he stood back up. "Now don't say shit if you know what's good for you."
Taylor watched with morbid curiosity as Six finally removed the knife from his hand with a wet 'schlick'.
"Ah well; this's on me anyway," He chuckled, injecting a syringe into his wrist. "I came out here expecting Legion fanatics, not Fiends too doped up to feel all the broken bones. Either way, I'd call today a success!"
Taylor blinked.
"But… Kaiser got away. I get that the point was to…" She suppressed the urge to shudder at the memory, "do... what you did to him, to warn anyone else from doing the same thing, but was it alright to let him go?"
"Eeeh… Nyeh." Six shrugged, shuffling over the front step and sitting down. "Honestly, it might be better in the long term that we let him go. I'd have left him with the PRT if I could, but he's the leader; he can tell all his goons to fuck off, which saves us the trouble of dealing with them later."
Taylor didn't say anything. Kaiser was still on the loose, but if it meant her dad was that much safer…
"Do you think that'll work? You said that they broke rules attacking here, why wouldn't they break them again?"
"Three things." Six held up a finger. "Firstly, as we've proven today, I absolutely could kill him if I wanted to; that means he has a vested interest in not pissing me off, which means telling his lackeys to fuck off." He held up a second finger. "Next, the ones that are smart enough to try something this devious," He swept a hand out, over all the wreckage of the fight across the yard and back at the house, "Are also smart enough to do what they're told. Isn't that right, you loyal attack dog, you~!"
Six kneeled down, cooing into Alabaster's face. Rather than speak, the Empire cape replied by spitting in his face. Six kicked him in the face, shattering his nose once again.
"A-ny-way…" Six groused, wiping off his mask. "As our friend here has just demonstrated, third, the ones that are too stupid to know better also tend to be too stupid to actually have any sort of strategy; they'll just charge us head on from a mile off. Word of advice kid, smart people are predictable. Stupid people are stupidly predictable, as long as you're working on good information."
Six leaned in, shielding his mouth and whispering as if sharing a secret.
"The ones you really gotta look out for are the smart guys playing dumb; people love to explain their plans to the stupid hired muscle, and those guys know it."
Taylor nodded, half-understanding. She wasn't… entirely sure how that applied to everything else Six was saying, but it certainly matched what she knew. How many times had the Trio all but admitted to what they had done, confident that even if she went to the administration, nothing would happen? Could she turn that against them? Make them out themselves in some way that they couldn't possibly cover up? Maybe… They had hushed up the 'Locker Incident'. If they could cover that up, then how big would be too big to bury?
Taylor was snapped out of her musings by a humanoid figure zipping through the air, beelining straight for them. It slowed as it approached, a growing ball of dread forming in her stomach, finally stopping a few feet in front of them.
"Courier Six." The hero Glory Girl hovered before them, scowling.
"You." Six shot back.
"What the fuck did you do this time?" She snapped.
"Who said I did anything?" Six whined, throwing up his hands exasperatedly. "I don't believe this! Attacked in my own home, twice in one day!"
Glory Girl blinked. In an instant, Taylor felt the roiling mass in her stomach start to dissipate. Not entirely, but enough to remember that the Empire had attacked first.
"But… Wait… Yourhome?" She frowned. "First off, since when?"
"Bout a few months." Six waggled his hand. "Give or take. I've got the paperwork, if you want proof. Or the keys to the front door, I got those too."
He started to gesture at the door. Or rather, at the splinters and shrapnel that used to be the door.
"...Yyyeah, gonna need to take a raincheck on that last one." He said slowly. "I've been doing some, uh… renovations." He trailed off, eventually shrugging. "Anyway, while you're here, I've got a question for you: these 'Unwritten Rules' I've heard about, how seriously do people take them? 'Cuz I was under the impression that gathering up a mob to attack a man in his own home was kind of frowned upon."
"That's… Fucking christ," The heroine breathed, eyes boggling, "You said a mob? I only see Alabaster; who else was here? Where are they?"
"Well, there was our buddy Kaesar… He's probably out shopping for eyepatches. Or, he will be, once he gets over the whole 'getting his eye gouged out' thing."
Glory Girl's jaw dropped.
"I know, I know; I am a gracious and merciful man…" He trailed off, chuckling in a devil-may-care kind of way. "Anyway, after that, there were those three other people. That guy who was fucking that other guy I killed a few months back, the lady with the metal bondage gear mask, and that other guy, in the armor…" Six trailed off, looking almost thoughtful, despite the splashes of blood across his right side. "I should probably go make sure they're not, y'know, dead."
He stood and stretched, looking for all the world as if he could care less whether or not they actually lived.
"...What did you do to them, Six?" Glory Girl murmured, her dread audible as she followed Six into the charred and smoking remains of the building's first floor. Taylor, after a moment of indecision, followed the two of them inside, not sure what else to do. From further ahead, she could hear their conversation.
"Yeesh…"
"Oh my god… Six, I don't think they're going to survive long enough to get them to a doctor…"
"Nah, don't worry. You ever seen a head injury? They just bleed a lot like that."
"And what about Stormtiger's severed arm!?" The heroine's voice was near hysterical.
"I can fix that... More or less."
Taylor rounded the corner, cringing at the ground zero of Six's trap. There was a charred crater in the floor, around the epicenter of where the grenades had gone off, and the three villains that hadn't weathered the blast as well as Alabaster were all sprawled across the floor. Six was crouched over Crusader, the Master's armor burnt in some sections, with gashes cut down to the flesh and bleeding in others, like he had been attacked with a can opener. Stormtiger's arm wasn't entirely severed, but what was left connecting the limb to his body wasn't much; a few tendons and the muscles between them at most. The last one, though...
Cricket.
Taylor found herself staring for a good few seconds before tearing her gaze away. The woman had come out of the trap probably the worst off of anyone; her body was a patchwork of scorched and burnt skin, from pink all the way to an ashy black. There were deep gashes as well; she could see down to the bone in some places.
It was a gruesome sight, and suddenly Taylor understood that feeling that people always talked about when you were at the scene of a tragedy; that morbid desire to just watch as a train crashed in slow motion. There was no sudden desire to help or even to turn away, just an unconscious fixation; a vague unease in her hindbrain giving off a quiet but insistent assertion of wrong-ness.
"Alright, this guy's probably not gonna die anytime soon." Six grunted, looking up from Crusader's form.
"Probably?" Glory Girl hissed; she was floating a few inches off the ground, pacing back and forth and wringing her hands.
"Yes, as in, 'I can't find anything obviously life-threatening', whereas those two," Six nodded towards the other injured villains, "I'm a little more concerned about. Get this guy out of here; you got something to tie him up with?"
The heroine nodded, sinking down to hook her arms under Crusader's armpits.
"Yeah… I've got some zip cuffs. I'll get him secured, then I can go get A- Panacea." She caught herself, grimacing slightly. "She's at the hospital, but I don't think they'll get to her in time if she has to wait for them to come to her; I can bring her here."
Six hummed affirmatively.
"Probably a good idea; you do that. Those PRT guys have to be close, right? They can take care of the prisoners."
Almost without thinking, Taylor stepped out of the way and watched as Glory Girl hurried past, Crusader suspended limply from her arms. His head lolled back and forth as she carried him, neck as limp as the rest of his body.
"Hey, Kid!"
She jolted out of her near stupor, looking back to Six, who had shuffled over to Stormtiger's body.
"C'mere, I could use a second pair of hands for this; it'll be a good chance for you to learn some field medicine while we're at it."
"I'm... is that a good idea?" She asked, even as she made her way to his side. "I don't want to accidentally mess something up…"
'And kill him' was the unsaid addition.
"It'll be fine," Six waved her off, "Experience is the best teacher there is, and I'll be right here to make sure nothing goes wrong."
Taylor bit her lip, looking between Six and Stormtiger. Finally, nodding, she knelt next to Six.
"Alright. What do you need me to do?"
"Well, first things first, obviously, we gotta stop this guy from bleeding out." As he spoke, Six started to dig around inside his coat. "Let's see how much you know already; how would you suggest we stop the bleeding for a wound that big?"
Taylor looked down at the ragged wound, then averted her eyes; trying to look at the injury without having to stare directly at the stump where Stormtiger's arm once was. Without letting herself fixate on the bone tip sticking out of the end, like a snapped tree branch where his elbow should have been.
How did they do it in the movies? No, wait, it wouldn't work like that in real life, would it? Or, maybe… Sometimes movies were accurate, right?
Unbidden, Cricket's face flashed in her mind. The woman's expression had been flat, almost peaceful; made all the more disconcerting being juxtaposed to the violent injuries marring her body.
"...Kid?"
"I… I don't know!" She snapped, her tone bordering on the hysterical, "I-... You're supposed to burn it closed, I think. Right?"
Six was silent for a moment. He had leaned back from her outburst, seeming almost taken aback. When he spoke again, he did so slowly, in a low voice.
"That's… uh, yeah, that's one way to do it. Hurts like hell though, so it's more of a last ditch kind of thing, if you can help it." Six pulled out a worn leather bag with a symbol of a caduceus engraved on the side, dropping it next to her feet. "Grab me the tubing in there, will you? I can do the dirty work, but having an assistant's always helpful; I'll give you the shorthand version."
Taylor paused, nodding shakily. She unclasped the clamshell bag and pulled it open to dig through the supplies inside. There were some bandages, a few syringes labeled Med-X, a bottle of vodka… There.
She snatched a bundle of rubber tubing out of the bag, looking up just in time to see Six sever the rest of the flesh and muscle connecting Stormtiger's arm with a massive bowie knife.
"I've seen some good doctors reattach severed limbs before, but we don't have time for that kind of operation right now," He explained, "As bad as it is, it'll be easier to just cut it off completely and hand both pieces to someone better equipped to fix him up."
Taylor nodded, more reflexive than anything, holding out her prize.
"Here, the tubing you asked for?"
Six looked up, nodded appreciatively, and grabbed the tubing, wrapping it around Stormtiger's stump.
"Thanks. We just want to tie off the arm here; you could probably use a few of those plastic ties in a pinch if you needed to, but really anything works, long as it's strong enough to stem the blood flow."
As if to mark his point, Six finished tying off the tourniquet, twisting the tubing as tight as he could around Stormtiger's upper bicep, right above where it had been severed. As he did, the steady spurts of blood gushing from the stump slowed to a small trickle.
"Right, so that's that dealt with," Six sighed, "You mind unwrapping up one of those bandages for me? I'm just gonna bandage it up, Stimpak it and then we can move on."
Taylor turned back to the bag, digging through it for a second before snatching one of the plastic packages marked 'First Aid Dressing', tearing off the top and handing the unwrapped bandage to Six. He grabbed the roll of elastic cloth with one hand, glove streaked with blood, as the other pulled out a large-ish syringe. In one motion, Six stabbed the device down into Stormtiger's arm, depressed the button with a pneumatic hiss, and tossed the used needle to the side. Another minute later, and the stump was bandaged tight.
Six let out a breath.
"Alright… That's about as much as we can really do for this guy. Why don't you go take a breather, kid?"
Taylor opened her mouth to protest, but Six silenced her; gripping her shoulder with one slightly bloodied hand.
"Kid. Get some air." His tone brooked no argument. Taylor let her shoulders sag; he didn't think she could handle it.
Maybe she couldn't. Not if she had to deal with this kind of thing on a regular basis.
"I've seen trained medics freeze up at less serious shit than this." He continued, patting her shoulder. "You did good, kid. I'm the one who fucked up; forgot that you're not used to seeing this kind of thing. Now go."
Taylor paused, looking down at Stormtiger's prone form. He was in bad shape; his skin was pale, nearly ashen, and covered in dozens of angry red cuts from shrapnel. Much longer, she realized, and he likely would have died.
But he was still alive, at least for the moment. She looked back to Six and nodded solemnly before turning back towards the front door. In the very far distance, she heard the bass-y chugging of a motorcycle at full throttle. She sent her swarm out and identified a familiar blue-and-silver motorcycle racing towards them; Armsmaster was approaching.
Taylor closed her eyes, letting out a slow breath. She could handle this.
Maybe if she repeated it enough times, it would come true.
Phew… This chapter ended up a lot more dense than I planned. It remains to be seen whether that's for the better or worse. That means at least another chapter before we can move on.
Mostly, I'm just hoping that things were accurate. I did a fair bit of research on first aid and the like, so I'm hoping that was accurate enough, if anyone with medical training want to chime in in that regard.
Taylor's viewpoint is the other major concern I had… She may be the main character, but damn if it isn't hard getting a bead on her personality. She's good at rationalizing doing things for the greater good, and so much of Worm is unreliable narrator, so who fucking knows, yanno? For all I know, this could be a matter of Taylor-In-Name-Only already, and I'd have no idea, beyond a few particular character traits. Neither does it help that I'm also adding external character development to her personality, so it should be slightly T.I.N.O. but not too much, ya dig?
Blugh.
Anyway; enjoy!