[Chaotic Neutral.]

The locker despite being horrific didn't show her how the world truly is. No, it simply allowed her to talk to the person that did. The being that came to her offered to blend a copy of itself into her with all of it's powers and knowledge.

At first she was slightly hesitant, the being was a skeleton after all and why would it help her? Turns out the thing was bored and hoped this would get rid of that. In the end she accepted because it felt right, like with doing this she wouldn't need to truly fear anything ever again.

And so clasping her hand with his the process started, though it did take some time to complete. After over a week it was done, thankfully nothing outward changed before then and once it was done she could look like whatever she wanted. Cosmetically anyway as in the end it was just an illusion.

Despite knowing everything it did she controlled herself from doing anything just yet, barely. The next few months was spent checking and double checking that everything did indeed pass over from her second Father. The result? Yes it did, and there were far less animals in the area to prove it.

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Sneaking around was a annoyance but only a minor one. The same can be said about locating all those small animals for her experiments but needs must and all that. Despite having months to work on it and everything working perfectly she never managed to create something new. Something that was solely her own and not a copy of the original's memories. One that was useful in any case, which brings about the nostalgia of that one thing. Her first actually combination never before done, but such horror it caused.

Trying that one combination had resulted in her summoning some kind of black portal that screamed madness dripping with what could only be termed as wrongness. A rainbow of happy colors with the beautiful chimes of angels was the result of each drip. Thankfully a quick spell that rips apart souls took care of that mistake. Really how one spell that was meant to maim and the other horrible agony when combined could create that still boggles the mind.

Though she would keep it in mind for future testings when the right precautions are first taken. Like being far away from Brockton Bay, under a massive amount of ground with enough explosives set to make a bomb tinker blush in envy. And a minion or three to toss through to see what happens. And rope, can't forget that. Always could use more rope after all.

In the end she decided not to let that get her down, there was plenty of time after all. Eternity in fact unless she willed it otherwise. There was no rush to surpass the old with the new. It would happen and it wasn't like once the animals were rounded up for testing it was something not enjoyable. Their squeeks of terror warmed her non-beating heart.

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The bitches don't bother her anymore, not really. A few spells and they mostly stayed away, everyone assuming it was because they wised up enough to know not to press their luck with getting away with even more. Though Taylor never forgave them, she would eventually have a grand old time showing them what they helped come to pass. Perhaps in the end she would raise them up as minions, there was no need to simply stop at their deaths. No, they could be useful even afterwards. Even more so once she found out that Sophia was Shadow Stalker.

Oh that one annoyed her enough that she went to the boat graveyard and utterly destroyed an entire tanker in a instant before leaving. That display had everyone scratching their heads in confusion and fear as to who did it and why. On a unrelated note PHO was a wonderful place to troll the masses, and to get some ideas on what to do.

Now walking about at night Taylor stumbles upon Lung and some of his gang talking about shooting kids. Taking this seriously she glides out of the shadows, the light glinting off her polished bones wonderfully. As they should, you have no idea how long it took for her to get such a shine on her skull. Though her loss of hair was tragic she had to admit to coming to like the result. Nothing would ever replace her hair but that was at least a decent second place. "Now what have we here? Talking of killing children eh?" She asks with a smile in her voice.

"Who are you, and why do you care?" Lung grunts out while getting ready for a fight. Though he did have a thought of how to he would kill something that was apparently made of mostly bones... Eh, more fire always seems to work in the end. If not? Harder hits while covered in said fire.

"I am Taylor, Lady of the Dance, Mistress of Magma, Empress of Black, Lady of the Undead and many more awe inspiring titles. As for caring, just wondering if you wanted any help. It has been awhile since there was a good slaughter, and kids always make the most amusing noises when I use Fwoosh." Taylor stated while raising a hand and conjuring a fireball with a delightful sounding Fwoosh. "So Lung, do you wish to Fwoosh with me?"

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AN: Taylor triggers with something that I don't believe has ever been seen before. Instead of Lex Luthor or Tony Stark she gets... Richard from Looking For Group! Depending how you do it this could range from crack, humor, serious, pretty much anything. Anyone that writes this will have my likes, and platonic non-stalking love. Also it has been a long while since I last read LFI so there might be some tweaking there with what Richard can do.