So this is stitched together from four different chapters from Spacebattles, since I'm putting it all out at once I'll have a header between the segments that switch between Taylor's first person perspective and Ethan and Emily's third person just to prevent confusion. Normally don't do it this way but I really didn't feel like posting multiple chapters in the same day, so just try to enjoy the ride.
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October Fourth, 2010
When I got the call from Sophia I jumped at the chance to have something to distract me from my current relationship issues. Whoever decided that dating your best friend since childhood in your formative teenage years was a good idea needed to be shot in the head repeatedly for their romanticism diluted stupidity.
Guess what? When you have issues with your girlfriend's overbearing personality and needed to bitch about it to your best friend it doesn't work when said best friend is your girlfriend. Hells bells Sensei had been right when he lamented that love was complex, insidious, endearing, and utterly baffling...
Running along the rooftops I Force jumped between buildings until I felt a familiar presence and couldn't help smiling when I saw my target as I landed.
Sophia was already waiting for me.
Walking towards the now maskless vigilante, she barely moved from her position on the foldout sunchair she was lounging in as she waved at me, "Heyya Broody, got us burgers and fries tonight."
Smiling I pulled back my hood and unlatched the lock on my helm pulling it off as I winced in disgust at Brockton Bay's stench. Ugh, while I loved the armor Revan had me model after his own, whenever the hermetic seals were broken I was quickly reminded that the world around me was far from sterile.
Regardless I dropped my helmet on the ground as I fell into my prepared chair, snatched a couple of Sophia's fries earning me an angry but amused scowl, then grabbed my burger from her offering hand. Pulling back the wrapper I took I bite and chewed happily on it, lettuce, tomato, pickles, cheese, and onions, slightly over peppered, no condiments beyond that thank you very much.
She knew me well.
I was half way through my burger when Sophia eventually spoke up, "The PRT tried to corner me last night."
I paused a moment, continued to chew, swallowed my bite of burger, then turned my gaze to Sophia, "Emma thinks I'm cheating on her, with you."
Sophia nodded at that, "They're pissed off that I've been staking Nazis to the floor leaving them barely alive, I just don't get it. I mean what is more American than sticking it to the Nazis? Also you're my type but I'm not a homewrecker."
Sighing I shook my head as I took a sip from my soda before replying, "I mean what am I supposed to tell her? We run around all night, we beat the shit out of fuckers that deserve it, go home, and play pretend that our civilian lives are more fulfilling than our cape lives. We get each other, end of story. How are they reacting to being pissed off at you for doing America's duty to the Fourth Reich wannabes?"
Sophia munched on her fries for a time, then sighed as she turned her head towards the Rig in the Bay, "They tried to capture me."
I froze a moment, eyes wide as I coldly stated, "What?"
She nodded, "Yeah... You manage to stay under the radar because you're a sneaky bitch who gets off scaring the ever loving shit out of your prey until the last second, I'm not that lucky. No mind tricks and all that jazz."
Scoffing I finished off my burger before replying after a burp, "I don't want them to know I was ever there, obviously. You on the other hand thrive on them being terrified of the very idea of you stalking them from here on out. No offense Soph, but you made your bed there."
"Fuck you," she muttered, took a sip from her soda, then turned back to me, "I honestly think you and Red need to take a break. I get it, been friends for years, been dating since you were barely teens, but you really can't let her set terms on who you can be friends with. Mom did that with dad, it lead to a divorce and a string of bad boyfriends..."
I reached out and took her hand giving it a reassuring squeeze, "Yeah... Hey, if they ever get you cornered, you'll let me know, okay? You're my friend and I have your back, you know that, right?"
Sophia stared at me a moment, then smiled, "Yeah, I know."
I was woken up by NWA's 'Fuck the Police' from the burner phone I kept under my pillow, groggily I pulled it out and answered, "Hello?"
"Tay, I need help, they've got me cornered, somehow they figured out electricity fucks with my powers and I'm running out of bolts for my bows and, and, and, Tay I'm scared."
Staring at Emma wrapped up in her own blankets on the inflatable mattress on the floor, I nodded slowly, "How soon can you get to the safe house on South Court?"
"Fuck Tay, I dont, SHIT!"
There was explosion, then a frantic cry, "Be there in ten!"
I muttered, "I'll be there," closing the call I stared down at Emma a moment, then sighed out, "Sorry love...gotta go to work"
It only took a few Force assisted minutes to pull my armour on, summoning my saber staff to my hand I was out the window without a sound.
When I approached the safehouse it was obvious Sophia was surrounded and trapped. I really have no idea why they were expanding so many resources to curtail one rather effective vigilante but I also didn't care. Sophia was my friend, these bastards were trying to hurt her, ergo they were enemies, couldn't get more straight forward than that.
As I paused at the perimeter I heard someone yell across a loudspeaker, "Shadow Stalker, you are surrounded and it is in your best interest to surrender immediately and peacefully, your cri- FUCK!"
He cut off as a bolt smashed into his megaphone making the piece of plastic clatter across the ground after being torn from the man's hand.
Heh... Classic Sophia.
Well, time to make myself known, pulling my staff saber from my belt I jumped off my perch with a Force assisted boost and landed directly in front of a man in blue power armor holding a spear variant at his side.
Armsmaster more than like, inwardly shrugging I extended my arm, saber hilt in my open palm, and with a nudge of the Force ignited both of it's violet blades.
As Sophia's shadow form landed beside me and became solid I couldn't help staring the hero down while wryly stating the first thing that came to my mind.
"Well, hello there."
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Ethan really didn't like this setup from the get go.
Yes, he may have a natural bias toward authority due to his 'villainous' introduction to the Cape world, and if it wasn't for Sammy reeling him in and turning him away from the 'darkside' he may very well have been more vocal about it.
Bloody domestic issues...
As Armsy ordered another round to be fired from the troopers following them he froze like everyone else as the flare round hit something and sent Shadow Stalker flailing as it exploded.
Shit, that had to have been a propane tank, goddamit.
He couldn't hear what she was screaming into the phone in her hand, but she took off running again as Armsmaster's drones continued to fire lightning bolts at the young vigilante as she phased through the burning debris raining down on her.
This...this wasn't right.
They were supposed to be taking in a wayward heroic vigilante who had gotten in over her head and guide her to something better, this, this was...
"Shadow Stalker you are-"
He was cut off as a flashbang grenade landed in the street as she continued to run away.
That was what burned Ethan, Assault, more than anything. It was obvious Shadow Stalker was trying to run, but they were pursuing her regardless, because of...orders...
Then his Tinkertech Big Brother audio filter activated as it hijacked the signal from her cellphone.
Civil rights need not apply when it comes to the Federal Government pursuing "Justice" as usual, of course.
Fucking hell Puppy...
"Hello?"
The voice answering the call sounded sleepy.
"Tay, I need help, they've got me cornered, somehow they figured out electricity fucks with my powers and I'm running out of bolts for my bows and, and, and, Tay I'm scared."
Shadow Stalker sounded terrified...shit...
There was a heavy silence, then, "How soon can you get to the safe house on South Court?"
"Fuck Tay, I dont, SHIT!"
There was another explosion, what the hell were they shooting at that the kid?! Then Stalker franticly stated "Be there in ten!"
The other voice muttered, "I'll be there."
Eventually the girl stopped running, she fired a random crossbow bolt here and there, but it was clear she was cornered. It...disgusted Ethan how pleased Armsmaster seemed to be at the matter. Another feather in the cap, another child soldier to conscript to the grind.
It did amuse him slightly when she shot the megaphone out of the one troopers hand, props.
As Armsy was about to order the troopers forward a figure gracefully fell from the building and landed before them in a three point stance, their cloak and robes billowing about them as they stood to their full height. Extending their hand the rod hovering above it ignited into two brilliant purple blades, and then the figure, the woman chuckled as she grasped the hilt hovering before her as Shadow Stalker landed at her side.
"Well, hello there."
Puppy muttered out, "Oh hell, is that... Is that Geist?"
At that, Ethan froze.
The robed figure then twirled her blade about her a few moments then stared Armsy down, then flatly stated, "Shadow, fall back, I've got this."
Shadow Stalker froze and spat out, "I'm not gon-"
Geist interrupted her a moment later, "They aren't after me, they're after you. Now go, if for no other reason than for me? Please?"
Shadow Stalker stood stock still as Armsmaster walked forward, extended his halberd, and spun it about in a ridiculously dramatic manner as he stared Geist down, she for her part remained relaxed as Shadow Stalker slowly inched to her partners side.
Geist turned her head to Shadow Stalker while openly muttering, "I told you to run."
Shadow Stalker primed her functioning crossbow while nodding slowly, "Ayup."
"Goddamnit Trip..."
"Deal with it Broody."
Fuck, fuck, fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Ethan knew this, this comradery, this refusal to abandon a friend. These girls would not abandon each other, they would not turn against the other, and, they would gladly die side by side.
Then Armsmaster had to speak up, damnit all...
"Are we going to fight?"
Geist stared at him a moment, shrugged, then deactivated her laser swords as she met his gaze evenly, "Not on my own inclination, no. In all honesty it would not have been much of a fight regardless."
Armsy then froze, then eventually shot out, "Geist, are you insulting me?"
Geist froze, then glanced to Shadow Stalker, "Why is he calling me that?"
The other girl shrugged, "I mean it makes sense, that's specter or spirit or ghost in another language right?"
Ethan noticed that the gathered troopers and heroes were getting...jumpy at the girls blasé attitude towards their current predicament, but they both ignored the atmosphere like they were...teenage girls who didn't care.
Shit.
"Soph they are calling me Geist, that means ghost, right?"
Shadow Stalker nodded, "I think so."
"Do you know what language that is in?"
"Not even remotely."
"German."
"You're Italian and French why would that even fu...oh."
"Right?"
Sighing Shadow Stalker turned towards Armsy and flatly asked, "Do you think my friend here is part of the E88?"
Silence, then eventually Colin stated, "She is garbed in scarlet and black robes while armored in a vaguely gothic manner. While footage and visual descriptions have been utilized her inherent-"
The girl in question raised her hand, a moment later every drone floating around recording the area, and every weapon aiming at her and her friend were crushed into sparking debris, and thrown into the sky.
A moment later she stepped forward, sighed, then nodded slowly before speaking.
"My mom is a militant feminist, my dad is a civil rights activist, my best friend is black," with that she pointed at Shadow Stalker who removed her glove to show that yes, she was black while giving Armsy the finger as her friend continued on, "and I'm currently in a lesbian relationship."
Shaking her head as she clenched her fist, detonating all of the troopers containment foam packs trapping them all in place she turned to Armsmaster as she reignited her laser swords while flatly stating, "The name is Sentinel, by the way. So...are we doing this?"
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I would fully admit that I was out of my depth at this point.
I was facing off against the Protectorate to defend my partner, who, admittedly likely earned their ire, Sophia will Sophia after all.
Still, the Heroes of my city, the adults that were not my mom and dad that I had looked up to since I could understand what the abstract differences between good and evil was, were facing me down looking for a fight.
And all I could feel was contempt.
Maybe, just maybe I was a little bent about being lumped into the ilk of the Empire Eighty-Eight.
Possibly.
Maybe.
Regardless after making my stance clear and asking rather politely if I had any say in the matter with a, "Are we doing this?" to Armsmaster my one time idol scoffed and charged towards me.
Stupid decisions made easy it would seem.
As I deflected his halberd, I came to the startling realization that the weapon somehow resisted my lightsabers power, I could only grin as I parried the blow and spun my saber about myself.
Finally, a challenge! Armsmaster was a meat machine of efficiency as he twirled his polearm about deflecting each of my counterattacks in a precise manner that had me getting rather excited. This was fu-
"FUCK!"
I screamed in pain as a blur of electric blue energy pulsed across my body when Battery slammed into my back sending me flying into the side of a building.
That...hurt...
"CUNT!" Sophia shouted as she was firing her crossbow at the retreating "Hero" while she tried to run away after releasing her charge on me, I was less than amused.
A moment later Sophia let out a satisfied laugh when she hit the bitch in the left ass cheek with her last arrow, I knew I would owe her our next stakeout meal for that one. A debt well earned really.
"Puppy!" Assault charged across the impromptu warzone to snatch up Battery and ran away as Armsmaster rushed forward again while Miss Militia began firing tear gas rounds about like she was handing out candy on Halloween.
Not that it mattered. Hermetic seals for the win bitch.
Sensing a presence rushing towards me I switched my saber to stun, and as the violet blade turned lilac Velocity ran face first into the stunning energy a moment later, rolling to a stop at Armsmaster's feet. Almost as an afterthought I reached out and grasped Miss Militia by the throat with the Force leaving her hanging until her frantic spasming slowed down to the point it was clear she was unconscious.
Gently letting the Hero fall to the ground I turned back to Armsmaster while flatly stating, "Well, now that is done with can we ju-AHHHH!"
I went flying again in a cascade of arcing lightning across the parking lot as a man in a hilariously historically inaccurate mishmash centurion suit of armor hovered above us all.
Dauntless, that was his Arc Lance at work. Motherfucker that shit hurt...
Okay, no more Miss Nice Girl Next Door...
Standing up twitching I glared up at the man who was pontificating about something I really didn't give a fuck about when I yelled out, "STOP MONOLOGUING!" while throwing out a stream of Force Lightning sending him to the ground flailing and screaming in agony.
Turning away I barely activated my saber in time to block Armsmaster's latest blow, then after a moment I let out a tired sigh, "Why are you pressing on like this? What is there to gain? What is capturing my friend going to do to benefit the people over what you could possibly accomplish wiping out the Merchants, destroying the sex slavers of the ABB, or the goddamned fucking Nazis you seem so inclined to lump me in with?"
Armsmaster took a step back, then growled out, "We do what me must for the good of the people."
I stared at him a few moments, then flicked my fingers forward lightly.
Armsmaster's armor began to warp, causing the man to understandably become rather concerned as rivets, screws, and bolts began to pop and shake loose from his suits frame flying away to the ground. A few moments later the armor plates tore themselves from his body, and as the components hovered before us I raised my hand and grasped it into a fist, crushing it all into little more than scrap.
While the destroyed armor fell to the ground I made a brief gesture and his halberd soon flew to my open hand.
I stared at the weapon a moment, then spun it lightly while stabbing its head into the ground.
"Define 'Good,' Armsmaster."
With that I turned away from the broken Protectorate team as Shadow Stalker phased solid beside me while nonchalantly asking, "So, burgers again, or Thai?"
Armsmaster turned to look at his disabled team, his destroyed armor, and his halberd, unable to speak as he heard Geist...Sentinel, state, "Actually can we just do pizza tonight? I really don't want anything ethnic one way or another after being declared a Nazi by the feds. I just want to eat."
Shadow Stalker calmly stated, "Fair, no pineapple though."
"HEATHEN!"
"Deal with it."
"Bitch."
"Ayup."
And then there was silence.
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Director Emily Piggot was a woman who had been dedicated to the vows she had sworn to her country, the service, and most importantly herself, since the day she had graduated from the PRT Academy. She had held herself to a standard that most of her comrades could not fully comprehend, much less reach on their own volition, and she was proud of that.
She was a soldier, and she would always be one.
Life though, it did it's own thing, and Ellisburg happened.
Despite how her injuries hampered her career she persevered, and while being a desk jockey had never been in the cards for her life plans, the cane she needed to walk more than twenty meters made it fairly clear she had little choice in the matter other than retirement.
She shuddered at the very thought of not having at least a finger on the pulse of what the organization she had dedicated her life to was doing, and what the batshit insane capes they were meant to corral would do without her presence near by.
With that thought in mind she rubbed the bridge of her nose, and prepared herself for what was very likely going to be a goddamn circus.
Staring at the broken team of Heroes before her she glanced down at her tablet, tapped a few keys, and sighed.
"I am never taking a vacation day again..."
Marty Renick, her deputy patted her shoulder lightly while muttering, "I'm so sorry Emily..."
She huffed, then nodded, "Me too."
Taking a moment to center herself Emily took in a breath, then focused her gaze on the corner above Armsmaster's shoulder while flatly stating, "I authorized the use of ENE PRT resources to bring the overtly violent vigilante Shadow Stalker in and reappoint her as a probationary asset to the Wards team."
Armsmaster, clad in an older suit of his armour simply nodded as he replied with, "Yes Madam Director."
Emily stared at him for a time, then eventually sighed as she leaned back into her chair and gave up on all pretenses as she spun on the swivel a moment before coming to a stop focusing her gaze on the Hero before her.
Throwing caution to the wind, out of exasperation and genuine curiosity more than anything else, she shouted out, "Why the fuck did you deploy two million dollars worth of surveillance drones and munitions, a four man squad of shock troopers, and the entirety of the local Protectorate team to catch one overtly violent vigilante who gets her yayas fucking up Nazis?!"
Armsmaster was quiet for a time, then he eventually muttered out, "She was most vexing..."
Wait...really?
"Define, 'Vexing' Colin."
Using his given name made him pause, he turned his head about for a time, then sighed out, "She always got away and I became annoyed. So I pulled all stops out to bring her in. I had not anticipated her calling in Geist as backup..."
Yes, Brockton's mischievous specter had finally made herself be known...that would be trouble for another day.
Sighing yet again she was about to dismiss Colin to move on to Hannah when the office door slammed open as a frantic aid rushed into the room and shoved a tablet in Marty's hand. Her deputy director stared at it, grimaced, noticeably paled, and then placed the device before her while he hit the play button.
"Hello hello all! I'm Uber!"
"And I'm Leet!"
"And today do we ever have a treat!"
"What is it that could cloud over our normal stream Uber?"
"Oh why it is nothing less than the local PRT getting their asses handed to them by two teenage girls!"
"Wow! What happened!?"
"Well lets just watch and find out! If anyone in the audience is homophobic, racist, or in support of the governments complacency in human trafficking and sex slavery, you may want to stop watching now. Disillusionment may make paying your taxes...thesaurus me bro!"
"Unpalatable!"
"Right, unpalatable, now enjoy the show!"
As the confrontation between Geist...Sentinel and the Protectorate began to play out with high definition sound, Emily could only state one thing.
"Where's the scotch?"
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Topic: Protectorate Priorities. Is this a Pattern?
In: Boards ► North America ► New England ► Brockton Bay ► Cape Information
Brocktonite03 (Original Poster) (Veteran Member)
Posted On Oct 5th 2010:
So, I don't know if anyone has seen the latest Uber and Leet upload, but it seems like the Brockton Bay Protectorate decided that they needed to bring down Shadow Stalker last night. For those of you who haven't heard the name, Shadow Stalker is a vigilante primarily known for targeting the various members of the Empire Eighty Eight with a vengeance. Some needed context for those not native to the bay, the E88 is the United States of America's largest concentration of super powered Nazis and their swastika covered shaved head dipshit followers.
Anywho, over the last year, Shadow Stalker has established a pretty impressive track record of diligently doing America proud. Taking down dog fighting rings, disrupting gang initiations, and generally being an annoyance to the Fourth Reich wannabes by stopping their attempts at violence against minorities with better violence.
However, in response to this historically appropriate activity of Nazi stomping, the local Protectorate heroes decided to unleash their full roster with heavy backup to take the girl in. I mean, this is the sort of load out you're supposed to use against Hookwolf or Lung, yet they never do.
All seemed lost for our plucky young vigilante, except that her rumored partner came to the rescue. A mysterious rogue that has only been spoken of in whispers. Mostly when she is kicking both Nazi and ABB ass across town, leaving naught but whispers in her wake as the said gangbangers are found sobbing in a corner begging to be arrested when the police show up.
In one of the most impressive failures of diplomacy I've ever heard of, Armsmaster accusead her of being a Nazi, using the name Geist to identify her simply because the armored robes she wore were black and red. To clarify, the E88's colours are also black and red and have a tendency to equip their capes in stylized Germanic armor, so while his assumption is forgivable, his follow through was not so much. She, in turn, revealed that she was best friends with a black girl, who Armsmaster had happened to be hunting down, was in a lesbian relationship with a different girl, and was the daughter of civil rights activists. For the footage of the fall out, click HERE. But, spoiler alert? I've seen Black Friday Sale shopping that was more polite.
So, the point I'm trying to make is as follows...
Is the Protectorate willing to look the other way when racism is involved? We have this, the death of Fleur, the recent verbal diarrhea in Boston (click HERE for that shit show), and the fact that the response to a single black vigilante is the sort of thing we should really be seeing for Hookwolf, a.k.a. Mister Suspended Birdcage Sentence but aren't!
For crying out loud even the rank and file skinheads have been heard referring to the serial killer as 'Murder Blender!'
(Edit-not only does it end up he refers to himself as such, it's his PHO account handle, how the hell is that even a thing allowed to happen?)
Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, and three times is enemy action. Just saying.
What do you think?
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►Bruce Lao
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
Look, I'm all for due process and all that shit, but Nazis literally believe in GENOCIDE. That's not the sort of thing that is protected my freedom of speech, let alone should get special treatment from the Protectorate.
►XxVoid_CowboyxX (Banned)
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
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►Fishie (Moderator)
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
You have been warned about trying to figure out Sentinel's identity. Cool off with a week long ban.
►Coyote-C
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
Even if they had to "follow proper procedure," this level of escalation against a single teenaged vigilante is embarrassing! Armsmaster, Assault or Battery should have been enough! The whole team and like, what, two dozen troopers? That's just fucking overkill!
►Smokinbaby
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
Hey, Shadow Stalker was a badass, but let's talk a bit more about Sentinel. She looked bored, then got side swiped by Battery, Velocity, Dauntless AND Armsmaster. After all of that, with minimal back up from Shadow Stalker, she trashed the whole squad before walking off to spring for PIZZA.
►Flyingface
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
I think that she's way more dangerous than someone who can move through matter, and the so called heroes managed to antagonize her at every step of the way!
►WhiteisRight (Banned)
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
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►Fishie (Moderator)
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
Knock off the hate speech, and enjoy the month long ban.
►Whitecollar (Cape Wife)
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
Still, to get back on topic, it seems rather unfair to call the heroes racists because they were trying to capture a teenager who enjoys shooting live amunition into people without even a badge.
►NeedoffBet
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
You know what also sucks? Getting mugged because a shaved head and a tattoo makes an asshole decide you are a legitimate target for their frustrations.
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►Mycroftwasbetter
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
What I want to know is what her powers were exactly? I mean, she had telekinesis, generated electricity, and had fancy tech in her armor and her weapon. So either she's a Tinker with a ridiculously broad specialization, or grabbed the damn bag and ran with it.
►Sentinel_Official (Verified Cape)
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
Actually, it's mostly a form of meditation. The tech is more or less an ongoing act of trial and error, I am quite looking forward to completing my first AI build so you can all look forward to that!
►Bbcheerleader
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
Holy shit, is this real?
Admin check, are these tags legit?
►Fishie (Moderator)
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
Verification met our criteria so as far as we can tell, this is the real deal.
►Sentinel_Official (Verified Cape)
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
I simply want to set the record straight before the Protectorate Public Relations team decides to try and spin this mess. Last night, I was contacted by my friend Shadow Stalker after she was ruthlessly and relentlessly pursued by the so called Heroes in what can only be described as the most aggressive gang press since Squealer had her first "free" hit from Skidmark. I expressed my distaste at their methods, and would also like to note that if I didn't have certain healing abilities, I'm pretty sure that Battery would have shattered my arm beyond use. I would also like to note that in my few appearances, there were no signs that I have a Brute rating at all. So, since the local heroes have escalated to attempted murder right off the bat, I will protect myself with all possible effort. Something that their supervisors might want to be keenly aware of before they throw around any accusations or charges that they are really not going to want to follow through on. Just saying.
►Power Princess (Cape Wife)
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
And now that she's gotten that out of her system, we're going to have a talk about certain someone's wandering around after leaving in the middle of the night.
►Sentinel_Official (Verified Cape)
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
Fuck... Armsmaster, if I end up in the dog house because of your bullshit, I will unleash a prank war on you so devastating that Mouse Protector will spontaneously teleport into town with popcorn!
►Cheesey Goodness! (Cape Groupie)
Replied On Oct 5th 2010:
Really? Now this I want to see!
►Significant Protagonist (Cape Groupie)
Wait, am I the only one who is going to point out that she was talking about her first artificial intelligence build off hand?
►Sentinel_Official (Verified Cape)
Don't worry about it too much, my sensei assures me that Hunter/Killer droids typically obey their master's orders to the letter and I like to consider myself to be pretty firmly morally grounded for a teenager.
►Winged_One
Wut?
►Stalker_of_Shadows (Verified Vigilante)
Broody, thanks for the backup, but for real? You me, Red, and your mom all need to have a talk about your...everything...
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