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Sunday, March 6th, 2011
Hebert Household, Brockton Bay
You wake up to the sensation of something crawling overtop you. Against your better judgement, or… control… your Master was in such a good mood before going to sleep last night that she all but shoved you into the bed and fell asleep sprawled over you. As always, you are amazed and disturbed by her ability to go to sleep and wake up on command - as though it's merely a switch she can choose to flip on and off at will.
At first, you assume the sensation is the result of your Master waking up, getting her drooling face off your shoulder, and then going to brush her teeth, as is her routine in the morning.
Instead, you crack one eye open to find Nemesis staring back at you, her miniscule form tugging angrily on one of your Masters legs in an attempt to pull her away from you.
"What-" You start to ask only to clamp your mouth shut at the intense stare Nemesis levels at you the minute you make a noise.
The two of you stare at each other for a moment, before the sword opens its mouth.
"You stay outta this." She hisses at you, before abruptly returning to her erstwhile physical activity.
It is worth noting, at this point, that your Master is sprawled across your midsection in an entirely haphazard fashion, with her head laying on your left shoulder, her torso bent at a bizarre and frankly uncomfortable looking angle in the space between your extended left arm and body, one of her knees pinning your right arm to the bed, and the other leg splayed at an angle away from the rest of you, dangling partially off the bed.
Thus, Nemesis is effectively trying to drag your Master onto the floor - you glance at the clock on the nearby wall - fourty minutes before her typical waking hour.
Grunting at the strange behaviour, you shift your right arm to get it under both your Masters legs, then sit up and gently place her - still asleep - on the bed next to you.
"So what-" You begin to ask only to be cut off.
"I said stay out of it!" Nemesis hisses at you, like an angry cat. You lift an eyebrow in her direction, and watch with curiosity as she clambers over you to get onto the bed herself, push your Master onto her back, then crawling onto her chest, where she pins your Masters arms to her sides with her knees, rears back-
And headbutts your Master so hard that Taylor instantly snaps awake, her senses immediately snapping to your point of view as she takes over your vision in an attempt to determine what is happening even a fraction of a second faster than it would be to actually just open her eyes.
Ofcourse, because your Master views your point of view anytime she sleeps and you do not, once her rational mind reasserts itself she pauses in her sudden attempt to - in all likelihood - kill everything in the room with her.
"Nemesis what the f-heck!?" Taylor cries out in dismay, scrambling up against the headboard of the bed and sending the younger girl tumbling backwards.
"I told you! I told you not to do it but you did anyway!" The sword complains heatedly, scrabbling upright where she lands and then charging across the bed to try and drop kick your master in the face.
It doesn't work, but the sight is certainly something you aren't sure you will ever be able to forget.
"Oh come on! I didn't fight shit! It was just easier to carry her that way!" Taylor immediately fires back, rolling to the side - directly over you in fact - and avoiding the drop kick by swiftly tumbling off the side of the bed and onto the floor.
"I still don't know what-" You start to ask only for Nemesis to use your chest as a launch pad to leap from in an attempt to… you think she was going to try and claw your Master's eyes out, which is just a bit more violent than you are willing to tolerate at this hour.
Thus, before she can complete the jump, you swiftly snatch her by one leg, then fling her back the way she came - onto the bed next to you. There is a pause in the frenetic movement around you, with Taylor coming out of a roll that would have seen her avoiding Nemesis' attack only for her to turn and find the sword spirit well away from her.
"...What is going on?" You say tiredly. Your current emulation has both seen and experienced some of the worst humanity has to offer. He has fought in wars, helped overthrow a tyrant, and depending on the exact definition one was using, had at one point attempted to fist fight what amounted to god on high.
And despite not personally living those experiences, you feel that every ounce of how tired he was with all the fighting was very clear in your question.
Nemesis, perhaps seizing on the opportunity to get a third party involved in the argument before it occurs to your Master to even try, immediately turns to you with large tears gathering in the corners of her eyes.
"Emmy! She- she used another weapon! That's not fair! I hate it! I'm her weapon!" Nemesis begins to cry to you, loudly, wetly, and while scrabbling over to hang off your neck from in your lap like a scared child.
Which is really quite at odds with her murder attempts from several seconds ago.
"First off you little psycho, I just said I didn't even get into a fight with her!" Taylor complains again, standing and shaking her hair out of her face.
"But you introduced her and everything! You were all like, 'Pow, I killed all your problems and will kill you too, and here's my awesome weapon that is also a girl'! You didn't even mention me!" Nemesis wails, burying her face in your chest.
You are… incredibly unsure how you feel about this. From a certain perspective, at least, if Nemesis is to be believed, they are both your Master. Hm.
"Stop crying you tiny narcissistic demon! I know you're just trying to get him on your side!" Taylor grouses, walking over to try and yank the sword spirit off of you in annoyance. It doesn't quite work however, as she holds tightly to your neck as she is lifted away.
"Emmy! Come on! What if she suddenly started using some other weird aliens powers!" Nemesis cries out in distress.
You pause to think about it for a second. For one thing, you already evicted Queen Administrator from its chosen host because you liked her more. The idea of Taylor somehow bonding to another shard is-
"I would eat them." You admit freely, stretching your hands up to retake Nemesis from your Master, who shoots you a betrayed look.
"See!? She's bad and wrong and I'm right and cute!" Nemesis emphasizes, sticking her tongue out at your Master as she returns to clinging to you. You turn a stony gaze towards your Master, suddenly much more in tune with the sword's point of view.
"Oh come on!" Taylor yells, throwing her hands up in the air as if to say 'I give up'.
Sunday, March 6th, 2011
The Heap, Brockton Bay
The rest of the morning goes about the way it usually does, barring a few exceptions. Rather than choose to train or meditate, your Master spends the bulk of the morning sulking while Nemesis rides around on your back like a limpet, smugly staring down at Taylor periodically while devouring a bowl of cereal that rests precariously atop your head like a living - unwilling - table.
Mem and Mun awaken not too much later, the former with ease and grace, and the latter with great ire and annoyance at being awoken so early on a weekend. Most of your little family eats breakfast, prepares for the day, and then as a group - travels by Gap to the Trainwrecks garage, the customary entry point for your Master.
Ofcourse, today proves to be somewhat less than lucky for your Master, because what she arrives too is not the peaceful slumbering form of Trainwreck during his midmorning nap.
"Come on, you owe me!" A shrill voice screeches the minute you enter the area.
"It's eight in the fucking morning! All I owe you is an ass whooping for waking me up, and the only reason I ain't is cus you'd make it fucking weird!" A male voice returns.
"I don't know what you're talking about, I'm a proper lady doing my best with what I have! I'm trying to live my best life you jackass! Come on!" The female voice - which you've now identified as Aisha's - returns.
"I'm not making you a fucking chainsaw! You're fucking thirteen!" Trainwreck spits.
At this point, you, your Master, Mem, and Mun, have turned to stare quizzically at the duo, neither of whom have noticed your presence due to their arguing. Trainwreck is holding Aisha in the air by the back of her shirt, dangling her several feet away from one of the weapons on his walls that she is even now desperately reaching out for.
"Just let me borrow one! Come on I've got plans and shit man!" Aisha complains.
"I feel like I'm going to be afraid to ask but - what plans?" Taylor finally jumps, making your group's presence known.
"None of your business!" Aisha spits out far too quickly.
"I believe this is in relation to a previous request to 'hang out' after school, in order to participate in Parahuman activities." Mem notes aloud.
"Why are you such a narc!" Aisha cries out in dismay.
"I do not know what that is." The white haired girl admits freely.
"It means you betrayed the gang and I'm gonna steal your lunch snack tomorrow." Mun states with malicious glee. Mem pouts at this before responding.
"I did not 'narc' on you then. You did not actually say you wished to patrol with us - your exact words were that you wished to 'hang out - violently'. I merely inferred the context. I do not believe it is fair to censure me for this without informing me that it is a secret." Mem corrects instantly, frowning.
"Jesus chri- Birdbrain control your sister for shit sake!" Aisha yells in frustration.
"'Kay first off, I'm not taking the codename Birdbrain.
Second-" Mun starts to wind up, clearly about to burst into a tirade.
"Okay, everyone shut up for a second while I try to make sure I understand this right." Taylor says flatly, instantly silencing the kids.
"You all planned on going on a patrol." She states more than asks, earning nods from all present.
"And you weren't going to tell me." There are yet more nods.
"…and I don't suppose I could convince you not to go?" She tries, earning blank looks from the children - who clearly don't want to lie, but likewise, don't want to agree either.
"…can you take Trainwreck with you?" Taylor eventually asks.
"Boss!" Trainwreck cries out in protest.
"This is your fault! You let her steal the first chainsaw!" Taylor hisses back at him.
"Actually, M-m-" Mem begins to say then gets caught on the second word as though she isn't quite sure how to say it.
This is not a problem Mun has.
"Yo Mom, we don't want help." The bird girl counters for her erstwhile sister. Taylor visibly shivers in confusion at the word, and seems so overtly thrown off that she is temporarily left speechless.
Neither of the girls has actually directly referred to her as their Mother before - despite the fact that in a very real sense, she did birth them.
You imagine it must be somewhat overwhelming.
"Yeah! As the leader of the team I gotta put my foot down on that one!" Aisha calls out from where she is still dangling from Trainwrecks extended arm.
That snaps Taylor out of it, and she quickly turns to Mem.
"Memory, you're the responsible one so you're in charge." Taylor immediately states, brooking no argument by way of her tone and expression. Her acceptance of their decision brings a smile to Aisha's face that Taylor is quick to put a stop to.
"And! Nobody is going anywhere until I make Aisha a weapon that will make sure she doesn't get killed. Trainwreck put her down, I'm gonna need you for this. Mem, how good are you with engraving runes?" Taylor rattles off, quickly pulling her hair back and tying it behind her head with her ribbon and stalking into the mess of mechanical parts strewn about the garage.
The force of her declaration is such that it takes a couple moments for everyone else to catch up with what she has said, after which, all present begin to scramble after her.
"My birthday is totally coming up soon! Just saying!" Mun squawks as she races behind your Master.
"I'm going to be following them invisibly the whole time they're patrolling, aren't I?" You ask in a resigned tone. You don't strictly mind. Your shared origin with Mem as a nonhuman being slowly getting the gist of humanity leaves you with a sense of kinship with her not unlike a little sister. You would - probably - kill everyone in a five block radius if someone killed her.
So it's obviously for the best that it never happens.
"Absolutely, yes." Your Master admits freely over your mental link, as her tattoos become visible and she begins to use alchemy to transmute the loose metal in the room into something else entirely, all the while discussing specifics with Trainwreck, Mem, and Aisha.
"Ah, um. Yo?" A voice calls to your Master, interrupting her in her inspection of a tube of metal that you don't honestly recognize.
Your Master, being the intrepid sort, had very quickly taken to the internet in search of hypothetical materials that science can't synthesize - but that Alchemy absolutely can. Thus, what you are currently looking at is what the internet describes as a 'High Entropy Alloy' - whatever that is.
"Hmm?" Taylor hums in thought, barely glancing away from what she is currently doing with the glistening silver tube of metal in front of her to acknowledge the speaker.
"It's uh, Clockblocker and Dauntless, reporting for uh…" Clockblocker - Dennis, as you know him - asks, turning to the blue clad adult hero who is standing bemusedly behind him.
"What do we do here, actually?" He asks curiously. Dauntless glances at Taylor, who still isn't paying all that much attention, then shrugs.
"Honestly, I think the original goal was to make sure Nexus didn't build a giant castle in the middle of the city to stage a political coup from." He answers sarcastically.
"Ship kinda sailed on that one huh?" Clockblocker jokes back.
"That it did." Dauntless admits shamelessly before taking over.
"Anyway, we're swapping out for your previous liaison, I hope the short notice isn't too much trouble." He apologizes to your Master who grunts at him before going still and looking up owlishly at the duo.
"Hey Clock. Dauntless. Sorry, let me just clean this up and I'll show you around." Taylor says, leaning away from the piles of parts and scrap metal surrounding her. Despite being covered in oil and sweat, she nonetheless manages to cut a pretty figure as she does so, and Clockblocker visibly gulps as she stretches. Your Master either doesn't care, doesn't notice, or far more likely, isn't capable of connecting the reaction with herself for some bizarre reason.
Regardless she stands up and pads over to the two.
"I'm trying to synthesize a metamaterial that can hold up to a certain minimum power flow through it but it's tough going." She says in answer to the unasked question of what exactly she was doing in the first place.
Lazily she lifts the goggles around her neck up to eye level, and resettles them on her nose as glasses.
"Oh. That's…. Tinkery sounding? I dunno how I'd deal with your powers. They sound complicated. Mine is a lot simpler - just freezing stuff." Clockblocker admits freely.
"I think it's neat. If you were a more violent guy you'd be super dangerous. It'd be nice to be able to just lockdown anything I… touched." Taylor pauses, turning to stare at Clockblocker in a way that makes the boy freeze in place, like a mouse that has been spotted by a cat.
Slowly, she stretches her arms out to lay loosely across Clockblocker's shoulders, and one could easily be forgiven for assuming she was about to passionately embrace him.
Then her hands snapped up to grab the sides of his head and began shaking him.
"You're a genius! Come here, do your thing to this for me!" She orders him, letting go of his head and maneuvering behind him to bodily shove him toward her project for the day.
"I would like it on record that I am acting under duress!" Clock calls out jokingly behind him as Dauntless observes with amusement.
"I'm barely touching you!" Taylor fires back, prodding him in the back with a finger and then pointing at the object she wants him to freeze.
"…you're a lady so I won't make the obvious joke here." Clock deadpans back at her, reaching out to tap the metal tube with one hand.
"And yet, you made me think of the dirty joke anyway. Truly, a master of your craft." Taylor sighs in mock amazement.
Then the two start laughing and snorting like pigs.
A few hours and several failed attempts to force permanence on the effect Clockblocker generates later, you and your Master find yourselves on the roof of the castle in the mid afternoon sun. It isn't the highest point in the castle - that distinction goes to the roof of the wizard tower jutting out of the building next to you - but it is the location of the pigeon coops.
Pigeon coops that look distinctly different from the last time you saw them.
"When the hell did this happen?" Taylor asks no one in particular - more throwing the question into the void than actually requesting an answer.
Before you - where there used to be what amounted to a fairly large shed with shelves and weatherproofing for pigeons to huddle in - is what you can only reasonably describe as a bird mansion.
It… it literally looks like a small house. Well. Small by your standards. The construction is easily twice the size of the original shed, and would be downright palatial to the average pigeon - which probably explains the sheer number if the things sticking their heads curiously out the windows of the building to examine your Master as she draws closer.
"Hey, woodworking is a fun hobby. Should try it sometime." A voice lazily calls out in answer to your Masters question, and as one you turn to find Mouse Protector lying lazily in a beach chair, wearing a black bikini and sipping an alcoholic drink while she basks in the sun overhead. A pigeon whose coloring is suspiciously similar to a butler's suit and tie cocks its head at you from where it is standing at attention on an arm of the chair.
It's fairly obvious that Mouse Protector is tanning up here - reading a book and drinking it looks like - but the fact that she is doing all this while still wearing her helmet makes the entire thing somehow entirely surreal to observe.
"Okay but… why?" Taylor asks in stark confusion.
Mouse Protector lifts her head from her seat - showing that she is for some reason wearing sunglasses over her helmet - and extends an accusatory finger towards your Master.
"Hey, what do you think Mouse Protector stands for? Gotta look out for the little guy. And what are pigeons besides flying rats?" She points out before pausing and tilting her head towards the nearby pigeon on her chair with her.
"No offence Jeeves." She apologizes, and the Pigeon dips its head in acknowledgement before bowing slight to your Master as she approaches.
"…I made them sapient by mistake, didn't I." Taylor surmises quickly.
"I dunno. Jeeves, make cute pigeon noises if you think this swimsuit makes me look fat." Mouse asks in complete seriousness.
The bird notably stops making anything that could even vaguely be considered intentional noise as it turns one gimlet eye on her.
"Yeah, they know better than to fall for the trap - they're sapient." Mouse jokes.
"Are you… ever socially appropriate?" Taylor sighs.
"Are you?" She fires back, which draws your Master up short - because not only does your Master suck in social situations, she actively portrays herself as markedly more of a space case than she actually is in order to put people at ease.
"How are you enjoying your vacation?" Taylor swiftly asks, immediately changing the subject.
"Eh. Can't complain. Bunch of working boys in tight shirts running around the place all day, nice accommodations. Could use less bird shit though." Mouse quips.
You and your Master both look around, finding a pristine looking rooftop and a disgruntled looking pigeon glaring at Mouse.
"Okay well. They're weirdly hygenic for pigeons so that last thing isn't really a problem either." Mouse admits lazily when the 'Jeeves' hops onto her helmet and then bends over bodily to stare her in the face for the comment.
There is a moment of pleasant quietness, which your Master chooses to break by speaking again.
"Hey uh…. Jeeves, is it? I need some people looked after. I've got a few pictures here so-" Taylor begins but is cut off when the pigeon makes a loud cooing noise that draws one of its compatriots out of the large bird house.
Said pigeon is, among many other things, mottled grey and black, and has a tiny green helmet on, looking as though it was taken directly from a GI Joe toy. You have no idea how the thing stays in place, but given that these are magic pigeons, you're willing to just ignore it for the moment.
"Uh." Taylor boggles as the… soldier pigeon… lands gently on her outstretched arm like the finest hunting falcon to have ever been birthed. Jeeves snaps off a quick… avian… salute to his compatriot, before returning to whatever service he was providing Mouse Protector.
Blessedly, 'exceedingly weird shit' is pretty par for the course for your Master, so she rapidly restrains her sense of wonder in favour of getting on with business.
"At…ease?" She puts forth when the Pigeon maintains an uncomfortable looking salute towards her for a second too long. It immediately snaps its wing down and turns its head to stare at her.
"…There are four girls who will be patrolling independently in the near future. I need you to comb the area around their school for anything strange then report back so I can make sure they don't get into too much trouble." She explains, holding up pictures of Mem, Mun, Dinah, and Aisha - then indicating the location of the building in question.
The pigeon examines each image in turn, before cooing once, bowing, and hopping away to disappear into the bird house.
Two minutes later, a flock of pigeons emerges from the building, and takes off in a suspiciously organized formation that rapidly and deliberately appears to dissolve into a random collection of pigeons.
Taylor stares blankly after then for what seems to you to be an oddly long time, then stalks back over to Mouse Protector.
"…that definitely happened." She says aloud, as though to convince herself.
"Oh so your power weirds you out as much as everyone else? That's oddly comforting." Mouse teases, lifting a hand to stroke Jeeves' chin, which he appears to appreciate.
"Do you actually need comforting?" Taylor asks abruptly, plopping down next to the woman. It could have been a joke, but the tone and body language involved indicate it clearly isn't.
"On my vacation? Why would you even-" Mouse asks in a clearly fake cheery tone of voice.
"You did it for me." Taylor answers before Mouse can finish deflecting.
"…you are an annoyingly sharp kid." Mouse grumbles at you.
"Only when it's the most inconvenient for you specifically. I'm told I'm kind of an airhead otherwise." Taylor responds easily, tacking on; "So, wanna talk about it?"
"Nope." Is Mouse's succinct reply. She makes a popping noise on the 'p', just to be extra annoying about it.
"But we had a moment and everything!" Taylor complains.
"And you, a teenager, asking me, a grown woman, if I was okay was exactly the kick in the pants I needed to get over myself! See, you helped!" Mouse says cheerfully, popping to a standing position.
"Now if you'll excuse me, I just got a really good idea for a come back!" She cheers maliciously.
"Wai-" Taylor manages to get out before Mouse is simply… gone.
"Sometimes that woman is insufferable." Your Master grouses.
You refrain from pointing out that, to everyone else, your Master behaves almost the exact same way as Mouse Protector.
"What do we do now? Back to work?" You ask curiously.
"No, I gotta make sure none of these birds have super cancer or something. I didn't mean for them to be this smart, so there's no telling what else I did by mistake. I should probably look into paying them somehow too." She harrumphs, quickly withdrawing her cellphone and lifting it to her ear.
There is a brief pause and then-
"Heeeyy Amy. Look, this is gonna sound really weird but uh, how do you feel about mutant pigeons?" Taylor winces and pulls the phone away from her ear as Amy's voice rises to be loud enough that you can hear it from where you are standing.
"Mutant what!?"
"I swear to god Taylor, this better be the most awkward possible way to ask for me to make your boobs bigger or something because-" Amy growls as she steps through the Gap onto the roof with you, freezing in place when she comes face to face with every pigeon living in on the Heap.
As it turns out, that number is significantly higher than anyone could have possibly expected, since the Heaps 'bigger on the inside' properties appear to have extended to the bird house somehow.
"No Amy, you absolute bitch, I do not, in fact, want you to do anything to my body." Taylor says in a deadpan voice, from where she is just barely visible under a carpet of cooing pigeons.
Amy flinches slightly, then, still examining the situation, her eye begins to twitch subtly.
"So when you said 'mutant pigeons'..." She trails off with barely restrained annoyance.
"I meant, 'help, I accidentally made the pigeon population of the city sapient, and now I need to make sure they don't have magic cancer'." Taylor confirms.
"Taylor. You can be kind of a ditz sometimes, so I'm afraid to ask but- can these things breed?" Amy asks pointedly.
"...maybe?" Taylor answers after a second to think about it.
"Ma- are you- why would you-" Amy splutters, her face turning red with rage as she stomps forward amidst the squawks of pigeons who just barely manage to get out of her way on time. When she reaches your Master, her expression has smoothed out into an entirely calm one, as though she were chiseled directly from stone itself. Then she reaches into the mass of birds and - with a strength that seems to defy her slight frame - yanks your Master to her feet, leaving her hand wrapped around your Master's shoulder tightly enough that the faint glitter of aura splutters beneath it.
"Hebert. Explain." She demands flatly.
"Okay well, at first I enchanted them to look out for stuff for me, you know? Like, to patrol so I didn't have to?" Taylor offers nervously, carefully lifting a hand to try and push Amy's grasping claw off her only to have the hand firmly grasped by Amy's other hand.
"AND?" Amy hisses. Your Master flinches slightly at the intense look in the freckled girl's face then smiles sheepishly at her.
"So well. That worked out really well for me so I uh… enchanted them… more?" Taylor offers carefully.
Amy stares at your Master like she may have just encountered the stupidest person she was ever likely to meet.
"To be clear. These are normal pigeons. If I touch one, it will be a normal pigeon and not a fully sapient biotinker creation capable of breeding indefinitely. They're smart because of your power and nothing else." Amy asks for clarification.
"...If I say yes, will you ease up?" Taylor asks carefully.
"No, because you're still an amazingly stupid bitch. To the point I genuinely wonder why I- whatever. Bird. Hand. Now." Amy demands pointedly, stepping away from your Master and proffering an open palm towards her.
"...uh… who wants a checkup?" Taylor hesitantly asks, turning towards the mass of pigeons. Unsurprisingly, Jeeves emerges from the group - who are all remarkably unique looking for pigeons once you look closely at them - and flaps his way to landing in a dignified pose on Amy's open palm.
Amy briefly purses her lips, squints at the creature, and sighs in relief.
"Alright. Normal pigeon. That's… good." She says, her arm dropping to her side fast enough that Jeeves squawks in protest at the sudden need for his wings.
"Geeze, you are scary when you want to be huh?" Taylor muses with a sigh of relief of her own.
"I don't wanna hear that from you, Hebert." Amy growls irately back at her. Taylor raises her hands in surrender before walking closer to the healer.
"So, what's going on in Amy land?" she asks curiously.
"Amyland is closed and hasn't had any visitors since its inception." Amy returns, eyeing Mouse Protectors abandoned beach chair with interest.
"Ah, there's the bitch I know and love. Do you even have hobbies or is it all just school, work, school again for you?" Taylor asks with some amusement.
"I see you sometimes too." Amy answers lamely.
"...I seriously don't understand how we have such similar social lives when you were a celebrity for so much longer than me." Taylor notes aloud.
"I'm picky about my friends." Amy answers moodily before changing topics. "Look I can't check literally all of these birds for…" she trails off with a frown.
"Super Cancer." Taylor supplies in a sing-song voice.
"Not a real thing." Amy answers in a similar tone.
"Can you at least check out enough of them that you have a general idea of their health? I mean, as a species?" Taylor asks finally.
"They're pigeons, Taylor. They're literally as healthy as it's possible for pigeons to be. Actually, that's a lie, they're like weightlifting pigeons. So healthier than that." Amy says bluntly.
"How-" Taylor asks curiously, earning a grouchy look from Amy who points at her feet, which are devoid of shoes or socks, and are instead sticking out of two brown slippers. Around her uncovered ankles, dozens of Pigeons bustle back and forth, many of them brushing against her in passing as they clear the area. Realizing that Amy was probably relaxing at home when she called, your Master finally takes a moment to take in the fact that her healer friend is dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a sweater that is entirely too big for her, it's sleeves extending well past her hands when not pushed up.
"Huh." Taylor mumbles before her expression brightens maliciously, instantly making Amy wary.
"Aw, Amy, you do care! I knew that in that shriveled blackened heart of yours you had a spark of love and compassion!" Taylor cheers, earning an eye roll from the healer.
"Yeah, yeah. Drop by the Hospital more often. It gets boring hanging out there alone." She gripes, angling her head away from your Master.
"Yeah I'll try. You know me. Busy busy." Taylor says airily.
"Please, you spend all your time doing barely comprehensible wizard shit. You're like Myrddin but less sane and more cute." Amy grumbles.
Taylor freezes on the spot, as though struck by a bolt of lightning, and begins vibrating on the spot, earning a wide eyed look of terror from Amy.
"Wait I didn't mean-" She instantly moves to correct herself, but it's too late. Your Master has an idea.
"Why haven't I ever met Myrddin?!" She yells in excitement.
And your Masters ideas are rarely something that can be stopped.
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Brockton Bay and its environs become inflicted with a small percentage of animals that display disturbingly high levels of intelligence. And Kung Fu.