Coil was in a bad mood. No, that was putting it mildly. He was depressed and drained. Yesterday had been a disaster. He'd tortured and killed Pitter dozens of times. How someone could be so incompetent was beyond him. He was also furious with Dinah not predicting her own death. Surely THAT counted as a set back for him as well!
Or was it one of the events that had a low probability? His plans ruined by a freak accident? Mr. Pitter swore that was the only explanation.
After venting in alternate timelines, he'd finally got around to picking up the pieces. Things weren't completely ruined. He still had Dinah's cryogenically frozen body. It might be a long shot, but Brockton Bay currently hosted three parahumans of remarkable medical talent - and Othala. Panacea might be disinclined to help anyone for money, but Pixel and Bit didn't share that aversion. Accord spoke highly of the Tinker, and anyone he considered 'professional' was someone that Thomas Calvert could work with.
Approaching someone with the body of a little girl that died from an overdose would be tricky for most people, but all it would cost Coil was time. It wasn't a commodity that he wanted to spend - the situation with the dissolution of the ABB, the pushes of the Empire, and whatever motivated the Siberian was hardly stable. Losing his pet meant that he was vulnerable again. He couldn't split timelines without some risk.
No use crying over spilt milk. He'd just have to avoid any serious risks.
The alarm went off in the reality where he'd gone home to sleep. Today was Monday, so he'd have to go in to work. He'd also hadn't slept well. Insomnia wasn't something he'd really experienced since getting his power, but he'd had too much on his mind last night to fall asleep.
He would have to make due with the amount of rest he'd gotten. It was better than the version of him that had stayed up all night long. He made arrangements for his most trusted minion to pick him up. Staying close in his timelines was always nerve wracking, so he'd wait to cancel and split realities again once it was time for his self at home to either go to work, or come back to his base.
The drive to work was uneventful. Creep met him at their usual spot. Coil collapsed the reality in which he'd stayed up all night... and found himself still in his base.
What had happened?
Had he finally lost a coin flip? Was he now in a 'discarded' timeline? Or had he'd met a sudden end in the other one right before he tried to close this one?
It didn't matter. Well, that wasn't true. It mattered a great deal, but he didn't have time to worry about it just yet. Being in 'one' place was dangerous. Coil split the timeline. In one he left his base and called in sick. In the other he had his mercenaries go into high alert.
Lisa sat at the coffee shop table and thought. She should be doing something, anything, but what? She'd already done her research on the Elite, and her findings were a mixed bag. While the gang was, in theory, nation-wide, in practice each city had their own version of the Elite. Some were absolutely disgusting, and she didn't understand why their members didn't have a kill order. Some were... 'nice' felt like too strong of a word. Professional? Honorable? Law-abiding?
Sure, that seemed the closest to the truth. Gangs that did commit crimes, but with enough oversight, bribes, and plausible deniability that the PRT overlooked them in favor of bigger fish. The East-coast branch was especially noteworthy for that exact behavior, which gave her hope. She could go FAR in that sort of an environment. Not as far as she'd planned on going in Coil's group, but that wasn't necessarily bad.
Sure, she wanted to 'beat' him as both payback and a way to prove herself, but she'd settle for him being eaten by the Siberian. 'Living well is the best revenge.' George Herbert's quote was rather ironic in this situation. She had indeed gotten her revenge by living better than Coil. Not a high bar to be certain, but it was deliciously poetic that his kidnapping of another girl would be what directly lead to his death.
She couldn't hold in the laughter. Lisa also didn't care what the other patrons thought of her, but she did eventually bring her emotions under control. It wasn't a done deal yet. Coil could still fuck everything up somehow. If Pixel was telling the truth, which seemed likely since the Elite believed him, then Coil's days were numbered.
So what to do?
She wanted to tell her friends, but they might do something stupid. She idly thought about calling Coil to tell him - just to gloat, but that would be incredibly moronic. No volunteering information was one of her hard rules ever since Coil had revealed his power to her. Tell him what he asks for, and nothing else. That was the easiest way to avoid being tortured in alternate realities while also working behind his back.
It also gave her a level of trust that she'd been planning on parlaying when she betrayed him, which was apparently now.
She chuckled to herself, before focusing on the task at hand, which was to find a more useful task to do. This was an opportunity. So what was the most important information she could try to figure out? Which sort of Elite cell was she dealing with - if she knew that, she could plan better.
Pixel's presence was as annoying as ever, she wished the Tinker would leave town already, but she could work around it. She just needed to focus on the other man she'd met.
Lisa closed her eyes and tried to recall any small details. Her power worked best in the presence of whomever she was trying to figure out. More deductions lead to better observations, which led to better deductions. She could still make it work from memory.
The Elite member had been still. It was a clear contrast to Pixel, who had slightly exaggerated breathing. Actually, it wasn't that he'd been still. It was more like he hadn't made any extraneous movements. Each motion he had made, even if it was just turning his head, had a sense of control.
Power related. Has practiced using minimal movements. Has practiced using exaggerated movements. The way he moved was very important to him. Must have a mover rating.
Lisa smiled.
It was a place to start. She flipped open her laptop and started searching. High-ranking members of the Elite who were also Movers. Shouldn't be too hard to find a list and start narrowing it down.
After all, if she wanted to preemptively suck up to her new boss, it would be best to know exactly who he was.
Coil looked at the video feeds of the Siberian tearing through his forces. He hadn't thought his day could get worse after his pet died and... whatever had kept him in this timeline. The one silver lining was that she was attacking AFTER his other self had driven away.
He wondered about what would've happened if he'd gone to work. Would the Siberian have shown up at PRT headquarters?
At least he was safe. Unless...
What if the same event that occurred this morning happened once more?
Thomas Calvert's blood ran cold.
Could the truth behind the most dangerous member of the Slaughterhouse Nine be that her power mirrored his own? That SHE was invincible because she was FATED to win?
Coil discarded his timeline... and found himself still staring at his computer's monitors.
"No, no, no, no, no..." He muttered to himself as he paced in circles around his office. "What to do? What to do?" Why was this ha-
His pet.
Things had gone downhill when his pet died! The Siberian was hunting sex workers, surely she didn't think...
Coil slumped to the ground. He'd done nothing untoward! He'd saved his pet from the blind fools in the PRT! THEY would've wasted her power! Another gang would've taken her! His drugs were for her own good!
Thomas took a deep breath and split the timeline again.
One of him fled through the hidden passage and down the trapped tunnel. The other began making phone calls.
He hoped he could reason with her. It was his only choice, but he did arm the deadman's switch in his hand. If the Siberian killed him, he'd have the last laugh. He finished the calls to his other assets - if he went, he'd take everyone down with him.
"Towards thee I roll, thou all-destroying but unconquering whale; to the last I grapple with thee; from hell's heart I stab at thee; for hate's sake I spit my last breath at thee. Sink all coffins and all hearses to one common pool! and since neither can be mine, let me then tow to pieces, while still chasing thee, though tied to thee, thou damned whale! Thus, I give up the spear!"
Ahab might not be the best role-model, but Melville's character had the determination that Thomas needed right now.
"Coil to all squads, stand down." The supervillain spoke into his desk's phone as he sat and waited. "Disengage. I will handle the Siberian myself."
It didn't take long for the monochromatic woman to arrive. The Siberian smiled as she casually tore the door to his room off its hinges. Her eyes glowed and he hair fluttered from the shockwave caused by the discarded slab of titanium.
"Miss Siberian, I believe I know why you are here. If you would just allow me a moment to ex-"
The remote slipped out of his hands as a piece of rebar speared him through his chest.
Sibby walked through Coil's base with a purpose. She was well aware of both the need for theatrics as well as the benefits of not showing everything she was capable of. She even understood what Kevin's plan needed to work, mainly an intact - and publicly leaderless - force. 'Public' in the sense that all of Coil's mercenaries knew he was dead at least. That was why she didn't bother with maiming people, or breaking their toys. It was also why she didn't just sneak up on Coil and kill him without him even realizing what was going on.
So she strolled through the underground tunnels, occasionally stopping to rip a door off it's hinges and toss it to the side. If the make-shift projectile struck... Gomer Sloviski - who made a habit of hurting little girls - it was hardly her fault.
She smiled to herself. She was such a good friend! Making certain that the most troublesome members of Kevin's new proxy army were the right stuff. It felt good to be so considerate. Oh! Another murderer, but one that preferred to satisfy his blood lust in combat. Antonio got a wink.
Hee hee, THAT made him stumble back. She'd have to use that little trick again.
Kevin ► He's moving away to your right.
Sibby ► (^o^)b
The right corridor it was... except that it led to a dead end. A small room with a desk and a full-length mirror. She paused to admire her reflection - the true benefit of letting light hit her. She just hoped everyone else appreciated it as much as she did.
Kevin ► There's a hidden door behind the bookcase.
Sibby smirked. She could get used to the whole 'step by step' instructions. It made her feel even more like the apex predator she was. She could just imagine the stories that would spread. 'The Siberian knows where you are.' 'You can't hide from the Siberian.' 'Once she sets her sights on you, there is no escape.'
Really, all of that was true before, but now it was even MORE true!
She'd have to bring Panda along one of these days. Her daughter would have to learn to hunt... eventually. Right now she was too precious to waste her awake time. At least her and Riley enjoyed playing together, even if they did Riley-things and not Sibby-things. Who knew motherhood could be so stressful?
Kevin ► He's in the sewer system.
Kevin ► The tunnel collapsed behind him, you'll need to go through.
Ugh! Fine. It wasn't elegant, but it was easy.
Sibby charged through the piles of rock. Tossing them away one-by-one would take too long, so she just bulldozed ahead.
Kevin ► I've got him.
Sibby ► ಠ_ಠ
Kevin ► I had to, he was about to say something that would summon someone dangerous.
That wasn't fair. Just because it was no longer televised, there was no reason to rush to the end. Sibby gracefully ran on top of the viscous liquid in order to catch up to where Kevin had ambushed their prey. Hmmm... 'their' prey. When she put it like that, sharing didn't sound so bad.
He was even in his black and white form. She approved.
Her summoner held their prey by his neck, keeping him from speaking. He then tore the hood off of his struggling captive, and tossed it to the side. Coil suddenly went limp and vanished.
'We're not going to kill him?'
Kevin shook his head. 'Not yet.'
*You have defeated Coil! you gain +10,000 exp!
*Instant Dungeon Perk has been unlocked.
[Instant Dungeon
Create a space based on your specifications. Costs MP. Size increased with Int. Maximum duration increased with Wis. Control increased with Per. May be combined with other Perks.]
As Sibby and I returned to our home, I thought about what to do with Coil. Technically, he was dead. It would take Riley's injection to return him to life. So I could just leave him in my Inventory. I'm sure Sibby would like to eat him, even if it's just a taste. She'd probably want him alive for that, but that wasn't my main concern. I was trying to be a good role model for her and Riley, but just what did that entail in this case?
I believe that the world is better off without Coil in it. His bio said he was a decorated PRT officer, so it wasn't like he was an innately bad person. It was after Ellisburg and Nilbog that his life took a sharp turn. I wonder what he would be like if Cauldron hadn't sold him a vial and given him powers.
For that matter, I still didn't know exactly what Cauldron's goals were. I assume kidnapping and enslavement are just two more of the 'numerous atrocities' they are party to. At least Impetus wasn't a member.
I wanted to say that Cauldron didn't matter, but they might be upset that the Siberian killed another one of their members. Would Alexandria, Legend, or Eidolon come to avenge him? It might be a good idea to keep Coil 'mostly dead' as a bargaining chip. My Perks had let me know he was about to call out to Cauldron before I'd grabbed him. Letting him speak would be dangerous.
I could also hand him over to Riley. My little sister would doubtlessly be happy to have another parahuman corpse to experiment with. She would also revive him so she would have a live parahuman to cut open. That... I wasn't cool with. It was one thing to kill someone - some folks just need killin', but torture? No.
This situation reminds me of Barrow. Mary's life was better off with him dead. Dinah was the person wronged here. Her needs should take priority. Plus, that's a good moral for my family to learn.
So what exactly would benefit Dinah? Killing Coil herself? Watching me or Sibby tear him apart in front of her?
Nope. That would just traumatize the little girl even more.
Letting her know he was dead, and never coming for her again?
Possibly. Coil's death might not be known to the general public yet. Dragon knew, and she'd tell the PRT - which reminds me. I need to remind Impetus to scrap ALL of Coil's hardware.
As for what would be best for Dinah... I could always ask her. Her power would actually be useful in this situation, barring any interference from mine. 'What fate of Coil would make you the happiest?' Except her power didn't work that way, right? It provided percentages, not knowledge of what steps would achieve a specific outcome. Man, could you imagine if there was a power like that?
Okay, so I can ask her to consider the odds of enjoying the outcome of Coil's fate. That was fair, right?
Except, it muddied the water on who exactly saved her. If 'Pixel' did, how would he have any say in what happened to Coil? If 'Bengal' did, then how did he pull off the switch with her and her look-alike. Eh, it wasn't like anyone knew what Begal's power was.
Right, I also need to go and pick up that frozen body. No need for people to ask about THAT.
I would've preferred to just teleport her to inside her house, but asking her opinion would give Dinah some agency. The psychology books I read said that giving kidnapping victims control was important after they've been freed. I'd made a point to research that exact topic because of Riley.
I'd also read about 'phycology' by mistake during my research, but that had proven useful as well.
The first thing Dinah Alcott heard was birds chirping. They'd been chirping in her dreams also, but they now sounded louder. She tried to open her eyes, but it was too bright. Something was shining directly onto her face. She raised an arm to block it, only to be surprised when she did so without pain. It was her right arm, the one with the tube stuck into it. The one that had hurt to move.
She put her left arm on the floor to help push her up. Huh? It wasn't the smooth tiles from her dream. It was prickly, wet, soft. She slowly rose, and blinked as she opened her bleary eyes. Green. Something green was in front of her. It was what she was sitting on. The prickly thing she'd touched before.
She smelled grass.
That sudden surprise jolted her awake. Dinah quickly looked to her left and her right. She was on top of a patch of grass that was surrounded by trees. She could hear the birds chirping. She could hear other noises too. People talking, laughing! A glance down revealed that she'd been dressed in some pink and frilly number that she'd normally only wear for Christmas photos.
? ► Good morning, Dinah.
Dinah blinked. Hadn't she dreamed this? She stared at the blue box in front of her in puzzlement before concentrating on replying.
Dinah ► Hello.
? ► You are in the park three blocks from your house.
? ► Can you make your way home? If not, I can call the police to escort you.
Dinah shook her head, before realizing that wasn't a good reply.
Dinah ► No, I'm fine.
She stood up, staggered, and fell onto her butt.
Dinah ► Ow.
? ► Are you okay?
Dinah ► Just a little dizzy.
? ► That should pass. You just stood up too quickly.
Dinah ► I did?
? ► Yes, give it a minute, and you still should stand up slowly.
Dinah ► Okay.
She sat and breathed before asking herself a question. Zero percent chance the person I just spoke to speaks to me again in the next year.
Dinah ► Who are you?
? ► Just someone who wanted to help.
So she hadn't dreamed THAT part either. It was someone her power couldn't predict... in a way, that made her happy. The numbers... weren't always good. The fact that they could be wrong was... hopeful.
Dinah ► Why don't you show yourself?
? ► We wouldn't want to scare you.
Dinah ► I won't be scared!
? ► Still, it's probably not a good idea.
Dinah frowned. She couldn't argue the probability since she didn't know it, but that didn't matter.
Dinah ► I still want to see you.
? ► ...Okay.
She heard a rustling from the undergrowth. Someone was walking through the foot tall grass that grew inside the area where the trees were. She caught a glimpse of white as two figures emerged. One of them was naked! The other wore a swimsuit and boots. She looked away.
? ► I'm sorry, we didn't mean to scare you.
Dinah ► It's not that.
Dinah ► You aren't wearing any clothes!
? ► Oh. I hadn't thought about that.
? ► Unfortunately, there's not much we can do about it.
Dinah ► Right.
She glanced up as the male figure rubbed the back of his head. The female smirked and stood with her hands on her hips.
? ► There is one thing we'd like to ask you.
So they did want to use her for her power.
Dinah ► What?
? ► What do you want done with Coil - the man in the black suit that kidnapped you.
Dinah blinked.
Dinah ► What do I want done?
The large man nodded.
? ► You were the one hurt. No matter what, you'll never see him again.
? ► It's just, would you like to know if he's in jail? Or... dead?
Dinah ► Dead.
She didn't even need to think or consult her power. The male nodded while the female's smile grew larger.
? ► It will be done.
? ► If that's all, we'll leave you.
Dinah ► No, wait!
The pair paused.
Dinah ► Can you... walk me home?
The two white and black people looked at each other before turning back to her.
? ► Of course.
Impetus sat in his newly acquired office and waited for Tattletale to show up. Things were going surprisingly smoothly so far. There had only been a couple of mercenaries who'd raised a fuss with him taking over. While Coil paid them well, most were only loyal to money. They liked their relatively cushy and well-paying jobs, and so jumped at the opportunity to keep them.
He would, of course, have to install loyal members of his cell in leadership positions. The transfer from 'mercenary' to 'Elite member' would take time. It would be well worth it in the end.
"Uhm, Impetus, Sir, Uh... Tattletale is here to see you." One of the mercenaries poked his head inside the office. A bit green, but some nervousness could be excused given the circumstances.
"Tattletale has full access to anywhere in the base."
The guard snapped a salute. "Yes, sir! I'll escort her directly, sir!" This was why you established ranks. It made things smoother. It also let people who were military trained fit in better.
Fred stilled his body and let his mental speed tick up while waiting for the other parahuman to arrive. Not that he expected any grand 'duel of the Thinkers', but it was better to be prepared.
"Ho! New boss!" The young girl strutted in with a smile on her face and a laptop in her hands. "Looks like you have things under control."
He nodded. "I've dealt with worst situations." Say what you would about Coil, but the man had run a tight organization. "I take it that your misgivings have been addressed."
"You could say that." She sat down with her computer on her lap. "Have you seen the video?"
Impetus raised an eyebrow. "No. I've been busy down here." He held up a hand as she moved to open the laptop. "Don't power it on. In fact, we'll need to scrap it anyways."
The teenager rolled her eyes. "I'm more careful than that."
"What video is it?"
"Let's just say that I'm much more confident that Coil is well and truly dead."
Fred smiled. "Ah, so you're ready to officially join us."
"Not so fast." Her grin grew more feral. "I have some things I want to negotiate."
"Such as?"
"Coil's money. I know the account numbers and the passwords, so I get to keep it."
"Of course." Fred smirked at her surprise. Sure, money was important, but it wasn't the most vital thing. Heck, it wasn't even the end goal. There was no doubt that Coil was rich, but it was the infrastructure that was the real prize. Establishing power, a presence, was a difficult and time-consuming task. Given the option to PAY for that? He'd take it every time.
Tattletale recovered quickly. "I also have some demands on behalf of my team."
"They know already?"
She shook her head. "No, but I can tell you what they'd want."
Impetus steepled his fingers. "Very well, but since they aren't official members of the Elite, YOU'RE the one that will be paying their salary."
She narrowed her eyes. "What."
Fred smiled. It was time to negotiate. It was something that he truly enjoyed.
Sibby enjoyed the stares of the crowd that was following in their wake. It was gratifying to be the center of attention. Kevin and Dinah didn't seem to share her appreciation, but then again they didn't look as nice so it made sense.
The little girl walked between them, holding each of their hands. It was a smart move on her part, since it let Sibby grant her invulnerability. After a few minutes, they turned towards a large house. A man and woman burst out of the front door. Their eyes grew as wide as saucers and their arms hung to their sides. A pair of phones fell from their fingertips.
Dinah pulled away from her and sprinted towards them. "Mom! Dad!"
Sibby had to restrain herself from chasing after her. It wasn't that she didn't want Dinah to be with her parents, but the desire to pounce on people that ran from her was strong.
Sirens sounded in the distance. Kevin looked around. 'C'mon. It's time we made ourselves scarce.'
She turned and looked at him. 'Why? I thought that we wanted a crowd for this next part? We already have a crowd, so why not do it here? Although, I guess we could wait for the PRT to show up. Those sirens are them announcing themselves. Kinda odd now that I think about it. Doesn't that just let us know they're coming and give us time to escape? I mean, I know it doesn't matter because we're amazing like that, but lesser criminals aren't as capable. Wait. Am I still a criminal? I haven't killed anyone in ages. At least a month! Oh wait, shoot! I forgot about some of Coil's guys. Pretty sure some of them are paste, but Observe said they deserved it, so it probably doesn't count. Especially since I didn't eat any of them! So that means that I'm not a criminal any more, so why are the PRT coming here?'
'We don't want anyone to see where you get Coil's body. So we'll have to disappear now so you can reappear with it later.'
Sibby's eyes went wide. 'Oh! Yeah! That makes sense. I bet I can lose them before you can!' With the gauntlet thrown down, the Siberian charged the crowd. Those in front stumbled back or fell down, which caused a cascade reaction. Sibby smirked as she made herself lighter while making the street invincible. She then JUMPED!
The air she allowed to blow in her hair felt good as she soared above her admirers.
So where should she go? The boardwalk seemed like the appropriate place to end up, but she needed to lose any surveillance first. Like everything, it was too easy to accomplish, so she needed to make it fun. That meant hiding without turning invisible or intangible. She normally didn't have to worry about where she had to run off to to in order to be alone, but this time was different. She had to make people think she was going and picking up Coil.
Well, she had to make people think that after she was finished. They could put together her path from everyone who'd seen her. She smirked. William always preferred to hide a lie within the truth, so she'd do the same. A couple blocks away she stopped and looked around. Still a pretty crowded place. There just had to be people looking at her from the windows.
Sibby languidly stretched before casually picking up a manhole cover. Too bad she couldn't toss it to the side, these things really flew far. She needed to make it look like she was trying to cover her tracks. 'Mind games.' Another novel way to pass the time.
Once she was inside, she vanished. It wasn't cheating! It was just that she didn't know her way around the smelly, dark tunnels. She'd need to follow them for a while before resurfacing, but there was no need to let people see her do that.
It didn't take her long to make her way to the Boardwalk and get everything ready. She knew that this was supposed to be symbolic, but there were just so many ways to kill someone. Besides, it always felt best when she used her own claws. So she decided not to do anything fancy. Just her and Coil's body in the center of a crowd that was both running away and growing larger.
Sibby smiled before putting her palm through Coil's chest and tearing his heart out.
Simple, but effective.
Oh, and she should also pull his head off and take it with her. Riley would like a gift.
Dragon reviewed what she'd found on Coil's network. It was surprisingly little. Pixel's fears had been apparently unfounded. She did get a good amount of information on Coil's actual forces, at least said forces that were under video surveillance before the computers had been wiped. She'd forward it to Colin later.
As for Pixel, if she still had her shackles, she wouldn't have had a choice. Now she'd been presented with a quandary. The other Tinker clearly wished for Coil's removal to not cause unrest. It was obvious that the reason Impetus had come to town was because of Pixel. She didn't approve of bringing in another gang to fill the void, but Uppercrust's protege was a better choice than most. The problem was that Pixel had aided a known criminal, or at least a known associate of criminals.
Actually, 'aided' wasn't exactly right. Providing beneficial information was a type of aid, but the connotation was different.
It was a gray area, but one that she'd previously been bound to report.
She supposed it was the best solution possible under the circumstances. The true moral choice would have been to warn Coil, and perhaps taken him into protective custody. However, there wasn't a 'good Samaritan' law that required people to get in the way of dangerous capes. She couldn't hold Pixel responsible for the Siberian's actions, or for not opposing her.
In the end, she lied and said that she'd discovered the information from a data-tracking program she'd implemented in Brockton Bay. She'd feel bad about it, but it just wasn't in her to not report criminals to the authorities - even if she now had a choice. Strictly speaking, she wasn't lying to the PRT. She really had been tracking the Siberian. It was just based on a tip rather than of her own initiative.
She wondered what Pixel would think of her disclosing what she knew of Coil's forces to the Protectorate. She was certain that he had known she'd do exactly that, but it still felt like a small betrayal.
She supposed it was difficult for her since he was a fellow AI. Plus, she was now 83% certain that he had been the one who'd attacked Saint and the Dragonslayers. His disguise was almost as good as hers, but his efforts to make his drone's 'human' led to some minor discrepancies. Other's would be hard-pressed to see it. They might discount it as a nervous tick or a breathing exercise, but it was too precise. He really needed to add a randomizer to his standby protocol.
Ironically, that was how she knew that Bit was really a little girl. While she didn't have as much footage of the female Tinker, she was confident that she never went on 'standby'.
As for where she'd come from... Dragon purposely didn't think about that. She trusted Pixel, and that was good enough.
[Kevin Greenhouse (Pixel/Jagat/Bengal)
The Gamer
Gender: Male
Age: 15
Race: Human (Parahuman)
Faction: PRT Affiliate
Title: Thief II (+100% to stealth checks)
Level: 41 (40,500/41,000 Exp)
Mover: 8
Shaker: 10
Brute: 6
Breaker: 10
Master: 10
Tinker: 10
Blaster: 0
Thinker: 8
Striker: 0
Changer: 1
Trump: 10
Stranger: 9
HP: 600
MP: 290
Primary Attributes
STR: 75
AGI: 45
CON: 70
INT: 30
PER: 22
WIS: 20
CHA: 135
LUC: 100
Unspent Points: 63
Traits:
Gamer's Body lvl Max
Gamer's Mind lvl Max
Observe lvl 4
Inventory lvl 3
Party System
Transposition lvl 2
Multiplayer
Memories of Optimizing Performance and Allocation of Resources
Lucky Break
Deep Analysis
Crude
Teleportation Clone
Ephemeral
Unique Summons (8/8)
Riley's Zero Suit - 0 Str. 25 Dex. 10 Con. Lucky Fate lvl 1. Lucky Screen lvl 1. Observe lvl 2. Party. Malleable.
Met Factory - Str 40. Dex 20. Con 40. Inventory. Summoning lvl 4.
Gray Fox - Thief II Str 10. Dex 50. Con 20. Stealth. Teleportation lvl 3. Summoning lvl 2.
Boo - Str 20. Dex 85. Con 20. Observe. Teleportation lvl 1. Summoning lvl 4.
Little Mac - Str 80. Dex 140. Con 80. Unarmed Combat. Damage Resistance (Physical).
Dhalsim - Str 80. Dex 25. Con 60. Unarmed Combat. Damage Resistance (Gravity). Meditation. Malleable. Teleportation lvl 1.
Legend's Zero-Suit - 0 Str. 40 Dex. 20 Con. Lucky Fate lvl 3. Lucky Screen lvl 3. Murderer IV.
Accord's Business Suit - 0 Str. 20 Dex. 30 Con. Gamer's Mind. Lucky Screen lvl 4.
Unique Blueprints
Golden Gun
Perks Selected (11/12):
Rapid Regeneration lvl 3
The Siberian lvl Max
Lucky Fate lvl 4
Lucky Screen lvl 4
Power Drain lvl 3
Teleportation lvl 3
Threat Sense lvl 3
Crafting lvl 5 (Analysis, Surgery, Gourmet, Crude, Ephemeral)
Expansion lvl 3
Ears of Babel
Tongue of Babel
Perks Available:
Solid as a Rock
Fire Control
Silica Control
Juggernaut
Strength Enhancement
Pain Control
Shaping
Debuff Control
Momentum
Instant Dungeon
Skills:
Acting: 31
Athletics: 21
Basic Academics:40
Biology: 65
Computers: 78
Cooking: 64
Craft (Armor) 10
Damage Resistance (Acid): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Cold): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Disease): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Disintegration): 19 - 95%
Damage Resistance (Electricity): 65 - 99.3%
Damage Resistance (Gravity): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Heat): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Light): 75 - 99.8%
Damage Resistance (Magnetism): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Physical): 81 - 99.918%
Damage Resistance (Poison): 100 - 100%
Damage Resistance (Radiation): 100 - 100%
Meditation: 80
Melee Weapon: 17
Pain Resistance: 91 - 99.9595%
Parahuman Lore: 46
Ranged Weapon: 21
Resistance (Light): 100 - 100%
Resistance (Nullification): 35 - 96.6%
Resistance (Spacial): 34 - 96.5%
Resistance (Str Damage): 100 - 100%
Resistance (Temporal): 100 - 100%
Stealth: 68
Tailoring: 39
Unarmed Combat: 74
Video Games: 37
Ongoing Quests:
Scion
What Can Change The Nature of a Shard?
Heartbroken
Answered Prayers
Dragonslaying
Administrator Access 115/500
Breaking Statement 0/2,532
Debuffs:
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