Idea

I think Parian's powers is probably the most underrated single ability in the entirety of the Worm Fanon. Almost every single character, save for the most dangerous threats like Echidnea and Scion all were legit costumes made out of some sort of fabric, even if like Kaiser its just underneath the costume. A simple flexing of powers could have Parian snapping necks left and right.

She creates obscenely good costumes, that are bulletproof, tear proof, and probably a few other things proof. Heck she can even create giant golems of fabric that she can control and use to beat the crap out fo people. Heck, imagine using a small snake of fabric with a stinger of poisoned wire. A quick poke and you could down people anywhere, and with ease. I don't know for sure based on the descriptions of her powers, but she could probably even pull a shatter bird and use an all fabric costume to fly.

So, in other words, I aim to give Taylor a slightly different power then Parian. Also. Parian Is a boss, in a town like Brockton Bay she managed to remain neutral in the face of gangs that would kill or recruit her at the drop of a hat.

So, without further ado, I present,

Rag doll

(Name is subject to change. I had a few that fit, but this just seemed to be the best)

Miss Militia strolled towards Parian's shop with new Ward Browbeat. She was giving him the grand tour, and it was time that she introduced the new Ward to Brockton Bay's foremost costume maker.

Well, costume makers she supposed now, with Rag Doll in the mix. Militia suppressed a slight shiver. The costume maker that had started working with Parian was, odd, to say the least. She, or it, seemed to have a body made out almost entirely of fabric except for just over half her face. Some of the more superstitious troopers, and even a couple of the other Protectorate and Ward members whispered that Parian had created Rag Doll out of a corpse and a few bolts of a dark fabric, unholey fabric.

Parian motioned for the bare chested Ward to follow and they entered Parians nondescript shop. Browbeat looked around himself with wary eyes at the dark store, different colored rolls of fabric and other materials dominated one side of the store.

Militia walked up to a desk in the middle of the room and rang the bell. From a curtained off section in the back of the store, Parian walked out, dressed in black Victorian lace, with a blond, curly wig, and porcelain mask.

A bored, slightly accented voice came from behind the smiling, rosey checked and red lipped mask.

"Oh, Miss Militia, what a surprise. And who is that behind you? A new Ward? Finally admitting I make better costumes then the Protectorate?"

Militia gave a slightly strained smile. It was a sticking point with Parian that despite her reputation as the foremost maker of costumes in the North East, the Protectorate had never approached her for so much as a bolt of her special bullet proof fabric.

"Not today I'm afraid," Miss Militia continued, "I am only here to introduce you to our newest Ward who you will start seeing around town in the next week or so."

Parian turned to look at Brow beat, her porcelain mask obviously, and possibly sarcastically taking in Browbeat.

"Is he then? I suppose Ragdoll should meet him then."

She then taps a quick three beat rhythm on her desk, while Militia opened her mouth, about to deny the fact that he ever needed to meet… That.

But before she could, Militia heard a delicate cough from behind her and almost shrieked, and she turned to see Rag Doll, in all her creepy glory.

She stood at just under six feet tall, her body almost entirely covered in some fort of fabric, even her hands were covered by a skin tight, and skin colored fabric, each finger tipped with a porcelain nail. She was dressed in a stereotypical outfit that you might see on a scarecrow in a field somewhere. Her hair was red strings of thick cotton, her right eye was covered by fabric, in which was stitched a simple brown button. The left side of her face was pale, wile her mouth was seemingly stitched shut. On top of her head rested a crushed hat, that looked like it might have once been a regal top hat, made out of a black velvet, but instead was crushed, and worn. Her feet were also covered in that skin colored fabric, even her individual toes were tipped with tiny, red painted porcelain nails.

Rag Doll danced forward on her cloth feet and cast one speculative at Browbeat, and a dismissive one at Miss Militia. After a few moments of silent observation of the newest Ward, Rag Doll turned to look at Parian with a curious tilt to her head.

Parian, sounding rather bemused, shook her head.

"No Darling, they aren't here for a fitting. They are just here for a quick meet and greet, apparently the shirtless one is a new Ward."

Rag Doll seemed to mope, her head sagging, her feet dragging on the carpeted floor of the shop. Then abruptly, Rag Doll shrugged, and then winked at Parian who gasped.

"NO! We are certainly not going to do… that with a Ward Rag Doll!"

Rag Doll smiled, her stitched together lips straining as if to say,

'well I wasn't the only one enjoying the free peep show from the beefcake'

Parian just huffed and turned back to the dumbfounded heroes before speaking primly.

"Well then. Since my Darling seems to be in quite a mood, I think you both had better leave."

Militia nodded hastily and grabbed the dumbfounded Browbeat before making a hasty exit.

There was a brief pause as the door to the shop closed with an audible thud, and then Rag Doll's lip stitches unwound themselves and she traded a quick amused glance with Parian before they both collapsed laughing.

"Oh my god Taylor! That was great! Miss Milita looked like she was about to piss herself, and the new Ward was either going to pop a boner or faint!"

"Maybe both!" Giggled Taylor, her voice soft and smooth.

They slowly regained their composure, as they stood up, Parian removed her mask, revealing dusky features that were fixed in a seductive smile.

"I wonder what we can do for the rest of the day…"

She trailed off meaningfully as Taylor smiled heatedly and quickly followed Parian, although she preferred Parian's real name, Sabah, into the back of the shop, for a few hours of… distraction.

Scene Break

Later that night, Sabah and Taylor were awoken by yelling. They looked at each other and nodded, quickly donning their costumes, Taylors seemed to slither onto her naked body, sealing itself onto the large gaps and tears in that looked like they had been given to her by a wild animal.

Once they were both suited up, they went outside, to be confronted by two dozen skin heads. At the front was a bald man with a cheap rubber wolf mask, and a snarling wolf tattoo on his bare chest.

Hookwolf.

Parian stepped forward, her arms held at her side, her voice loud, but calm and in control.

"What is the meaning of this Hookwolf? Our neutrality is respected by all gangs."

Hookwolf scoffed.

"Only because you were too insignificant to give a shit about. But now with your girlfriend, you've become a problem. One Kaiser would like removed."

Parian's arms drifted behind her back, and with a discreet signal, Rag Doll put her defenses to work.

A dozen serpent like strips of cloth with a needle like piece of wire jutting from their heads slithered out from the surroundings, unnoticed by the jeering skin-heads.

With silent motions they all quietly approached each thug, and then with final discrete motion, each needle plunged into the leg of its chosen target, punching through cloth and flesh to deliver a paralytic that dropped each of its victims, the Natzis' barely having time to look surprised before they fell.

Rag Doll turned to Parian with a incredibly disturbing grin creasing her stitched lips.

Parian just sighed.

The things she did to indulge her girlfriends sadism.

"There all yours Darling."

Rag Doll giggled and clapped her cloth hands together, childlike in her sadistic glee.