Energy: 13
Current Training: None
Wednesday, January 19th, 2011
Hebert Household, Brockton Bay
You spend the next fifteen minutes explaining the dubious mechanics behind Gaps. It's gibberish. You know it's gibberish. Your Master knows it's gibberish.
And yet she's still sitting there innocently, listening to you explain why a hat is a must for the power.
So, now, fifteen minutes later, you decide you've had quite enough of teasing your Master.
"Taylor?" You say, breaking off in the middle of one bit of trivia or another.
"Yeah?" Your Master responds, looking up from her notebook. Counter to what you would have expected, she's not actually writing notes on anything you're saying. A casual glance at the page she is working on shows you the tip of an in-depth analysis of her previous fight with Hookwolf, and how she could have done better. You had nearly forgotten in all of the ruckus that typically accompanies a new emulation, but your Master was exceptionally disappointed in herself when that encounter was finished.
"Come here." You say, patting the bed beside you. While your Master was content to use her (frankly freakish) ability to forgo a good sleep in order to perform her little post battle analysis, you had no such interest, and as such, have been on her bed for the majority of the time you were in her room, while she has been at the little writing desk across the room.
It's quite telling about your relationship with this confusing teenager that she barely questions the suggestion, merely standing up and distractedly walking over to you with her notepad still in hand.
Speaking of which. While your Master is walking over, your discretely reach a hand through the Gap you still have open in the PRT building, shifting it around until you can grab hold of the notepad 'You' made in 'Your' last moments. Then you drop it on the side table next to Taylors alarm clock - which you also discretely turn off.
"Do you need line of sight for that?" Taylor asks suddenly, causing you to blink and glance at her as she sits down next to you.
"...Not always no." You answer vaguely. Mostly out of habit.
"Could you use it to get to the Rig and save everyone without having to fight Purity?" She asks you hopefully. You could, actually, with just a bit of work, but 'not fighting Purity' somewhat runs counter to your current plans, so instead you say;
"I've never been there, unfortunately." This is technically not a lie. Despite the context of the conversation, you haven't actually said anything that would imply that statement is actually the answer to your Master's question. It just seems that way.
"Dammit. The boys can't fly so it'd be up to me to handle her." Taylor grumbles, flipping her page over and quickly jotting down everything she knows about the other cape and then beginning to brainstorm ways to defeat her quickly without murdering her.
You pointedly don't think too hard about how that's the entire reason you want her to fight. After all, Purity is quite visible, and you're sure a number of people are pointing cameras at the bay right now in the hopes of seeing something interesting. The citizens of Brockton Bay have a distinct lack of self-preservation instinct in that respect.
You suppose that cellphones would have made gathering fear for the Youkai of Gensokyo either frustratingly difficult. More than anything else, people fear the unknown. An all mighty being that people are aware of is nothing next to one that people know nothing about. That's why mankind always overthrows it's gods - familiarity breeds contempt.
Thankfully your Master doesn't want to be a God or feared by the city. She wants to be a Hero.
And you happen to be an excellent publicist. When you feel like it, anyway.
"Taylor dear." You say, leaning against your Master companionably and forcing her to pause her mad scribbling.
"...This one's kind of creepy when she smiles huh." Your Master mutters to you. You'd be offended but well... she's not wrong.
"Do you trust me?" You croon to her, gently taking her paper and pencil and discarding them.
"...I let you stab me." She answers flatly. You don't even miss a beat, wrapping your arms around your Master and dragging her into the bed with you lazily.
"True. When you wake up, go fight Purity. I'll handle the rest. Your team will be safe - I promise." You say gently to her, leaning back into her pillow and gently stroking her hair.
"Mmm." Your Master grunts in response, the sudden comfort bringing her immediately back to drowsiness after the long night she had. You wait for her to fall asleep, then gently pause your stroking, reaching for her notebook and tearing a page from it that you quickly scrawl across in arcane script.
When you are finished, you wiggle the page in the air slightly, allowing the words to settle on both sides of the page, and then roll it up, tucking it into your dress.
Energy: -5
"Honestly..." You muse drowsily. Allowing yourself to fall back into bed with one arm wrapped protectively around your Master. You do so enjoy being someone capable of solving problems without detonating them first. You were beginning to worry every Emulation you were going to get was going to be some kind of fist-fighter. Not bad per say, but certainly not very useful for building a Mythos.
It takes you very little time to fall asleep. You are, after all, quite good at it.
Wednesday, January 19th, 2011
?????????, ??????????
Your eyes spring open very suddenly, and very involuntarily, leaving you more confused than anything else. You are... falling. As is your Master, who's eyes are closed as she freefalls, a fluorescent blue glow emanating from an area where her heart would otherwise be.
You are immediately on guard. You don't know where you are. You don't know how you got here. But you do know that there are a limited number of reasons to drop someone from the stratosphere. Most of them, quite malicious.
You would know. Your emulation has done it quite a bit.
Quickly deciding to handle the problem in front of you before going on a witch hunt, you will yourself to float, bending your arcane energies towards the singular goal of telling gravity to piss off for both you and your Master.
Nothing happens.
You try to open a Gap leading from wherever this is back to the PRT building, so you can regroup with your still sleeping Master.
Nothing happens.
Panicking now, you gaze downward at your inevitable landing zone and feel your eyes widen in shock at the impossibility of what you are seeing.