【CYN】 Chapter 5: 【Cyn】Part5, a worm fanfic

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Topic: HOOKWOLF CAPTURED BY NEW CAPE!

In: Boards News Events America

Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)

Posted On Nov 14th 2010:

Well folks, as the title says, Hookwolf's been captured! The citizens of Brockton Bay can rest a little easier now that one of the city's biggest bastards is gone.

Here's what we know:

Yesterday on November 13th, 2010, Squealer and Skidmark were spotted causing trouble around Hyacinth Avenue (for those of you who don't live in Brockton Bay and don't know its geography, that's near the docks in the north part of the city). Apparently their entire gang operation was spooked out of their hidey holes by a bomb that went off two streets away literally the day before. If you don't know about that one, that was caused by someone on stream (and her sister, possibly) crashing an Uber and Leet stream and destroying the both of them in Street Fighter, Tekken, Mortal Kombat, Counterstrike, and Halo. The little sister in question was heard saying her big sister had broken hands, but that isn't important. What is important is that the bomb Uber and Leet had in their own base got chucked out of the window by some kind of Parahuman effect, causing both of them to have to hightail it the heck outta there and lose that entire base. And it looks like as a result of that incident, the Archer's Bridge Merchants got ferreted out too.

By the fucking Nazis.

Hence the events of yesterday, where Hookwolf chased Squealer and Skidmark through the city from the docks all the way down to the Brockton Bay boardwalk, whereupon a new cape showed up in the middle of the road and then proceeded to body horror all over the place.

By summoning a giant wall of hands (Image link here) to catch Squealer's truck and also Hookwolf too.

I need to reiterate: Those hands were durable enough to hold onto and CRUSH Hookwolf, who's been rated as a Changer 4 and BRUTE 7. There's no good pictures of the new cape in question- everything that's been shown has been corrupted to high hell to the point that the only thing visible is glowing yellow eyes- but eyewitness accounts say that she was at least wearing a big Vista themed hoodie and also a giant hair bow.

Now where have we seen an unknown cape with a hair bow before?

I'm not one for conspiracy theories but it's starting to look like someone unveiled a new Ward way before they were supposed to be shown off. Regardless of that, another detail on the scene is that Velocity showed up and got the new cape to stand down- official word on the street is that her name is Solver. Also, he apparently got some upgrades too because some eyewitness reports mentioned he was wearing an actual cup for once. And also seemed markedly faster than normal. Good on him, one of our favorite boys in red hit the gym!

After that, standard arrest procedures and so on and so forth. If anyone else has information, feel free to add it to the thread!

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Lolitup

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

I saw some of the pics of those freaky ass hands and NO THANK YOU. I will be staying even further away from BB than I was before. Japan sounds nice this time of year, right?

Kriketz

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

I mean as long as you're not thinking about Kyushu, maybe.

Deimos

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

Too soon, dude. Too soon.

Edit: Also thank god there's one less Nazi terrorizing the street. Fuck Nazis

Mane Magenta

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

Too soon? Bro it's been eleven years! most of the landmass is un-sunk already!

Lo A Quest

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

I seem to have a real penchant for cape luck huh? First that black hole a few weeks ago, now this? That tank damn near ran over my foot and I thank fucking god that Hookwolf didn't get closer than ten fucking feet from me during that whole chase

Mr. Fabuu

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

You were there??? Holy shit dude are you okay?

Lo A Quest

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

I'm considering not going outside for a week after all of this crazy bullshit but yes. I might have lost some dignity and a clean pair of underwear but thank fuck I'm not hurt. Insurance is too damn expensive in this city

XxVoid_CowboyxX (Banned) (Double Banned)

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

I was there too! Those giant hands were freaky as hell and came out of nowhere! It was super gross but honestly I mostly just noticed that the new cape had a really nice-

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Valkyr (Wiki Warrior)

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

Oh god I don't even wanna think about the shit I'm gonna have to add to this new cape's wiki page. I mean, what do we even know, really? Her name's Solver, she can't be photographed, the eldritch hand summoning thing... what power classification even is that!? Who summons hands!?

Noveltry

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

Might technically count as a Master power if you think they're autonomous? They technically count as minions... I think? Some kind of... Master... Shaaaaker? Maybe?

Antigone

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

We poppin bottles like hell tonight, there's one less Nazi on the street! Wish he was dead but who cares!? Hell, maybe someone'll off the bastard in prison!

[MODERATOR NOTE: Please do not advocate violence against other people. Yes Hookwolf is a Nazi but death threats are illegal]

GloryGirl (Verified Cape)

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

Whatever this "Solver's" power is, I'm glad she's on our side! Anyone who can take down three villains that easy is definitely someone you'd rather work with than against!

Vista (Verified Cape) (Wards ENE)

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

I'm allowed to say this much: Solver is strong and a good friend. There wasn't any intention of revealing her as a Ward though.

Nondeceptive

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

What? Why not? If she's super strong and whatever, why wouldn't you want her as part of the team?

Miss Mercury (Protectorate Employee)

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

Solver is a unique case and is under the care of the Protectorate ENE as a form of asylum for her own safety. She is not and was never considered for a Wards position due to those considerations

Saskatchew

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

Well if nothing else I guess it's just good that she doesn't look like a horrifying flayed corpse that fell out of the sky anymore?

GstringGirl

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

It's nice that she got the medical help she needed. Hopefully whatever she's going through will be resolved soon!

Procto the Unfortunate Tinker (Not a tinker)

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

Now if only the rest of the E88 would collapse. Oh well, one is better than none!

Cricket (Verified Cape) (Banned)

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

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Clockblocker (Verified Cape) (Wards ENE)

Replied On Nov 14th 2010:

Never ever let it be said that anyone accused the Nazis of being intelligent. Go Solver! Even if I shoulda worn my brown pants yesterday!

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"Yeah, that's definitely Sin," Victoria deadpans the moment she closes out of the thread, leaning back in her chair and staring at the ceiling with a slight sense of dread mixed with bland acceptance and also vague amusement. It's a weird mix of feelings, honestly. "Thank fuck she doesn't have a PHO account… I wonder if they'll let Ames see her again. Ames needs more friends…"

She pauses, then sits up. "I'm gonna go make a call!"

Director Emily Piggot… actually feels pretty great right now. Hearing the other directors running around like headless chickens while she's actually fairly on the up and up feels pretty good.

Hmm. Actually, her kidney area has been fairly mild recently. She might need to reprimand Cyn, if the girl actually can heal people. Likely, but still best to not immediately assume that the girl is culpable. She's definitely going to yell at her if it turns out the girl healed her without permission.

But, at the same time, she's feeling very generous to the girl right now. After all, this is the best entertainment she's had in months.

"These ratings can't possibly be real- what do you mean she's a Mover 9!? No Parahuman has this kind of spread of threat ratings and there's no way in hell any of them can hit all of the categories bar Eidolon and that's on a technicality!"

"You're right. Changer 5 is on the low end of what we've observed. Frankly, it's likely that she could go even higher," Emily snorts, the tug of her lips looking more like a sneer than a smile- or maybe a grimace, but she doesn't care. It's hilarious letting the others experience even a fraction of what she's been going through in the last three weeks. "Frankly, it's entirely possible these ratings are lowballed and that Cyn is even stronger than we've tested for given that she didn't even remotely give the implication that she was trying at any point during our tests."

"This is… a disturbing amount of ratings to put on any Parahuman," Chief Director Costa-Brown states as she shuffles through the papers and narrows her eyes, projecting the image of a cool, confident woman no matter how shocking the news that she's been given. "And all of these are verified?"

"Yes ma'am. Verified with all of the testing equipment we could bring to bear. She almost broke several of the testing rigs and easily lifted an entire semi truck with her bare hands, plus she showed remarkable resistance to 9mm and above." Emily answers with a nod, folding her hands together as she pulls up the relevant testing files. "As you can see, she remained fully combat capable even after taking several shots from a twelve gauge slug to the head."

"... I'm sorry did you just say you shot a teenage girl in the head to test her Brute rating?" Director Seneca asks, raising an eyebrow from his window on the conference call screen. "Just what kind of an operation are you running down there?"

"She agreed to it and suggested it in the first place, and we obtained prior proof that no amount of head wounds would actually debilitate her for longer than thirty seconds," Emily sighs, then pulls up a video file of Cyn telling everyone to stand back… before ripping off her own head and juggling the damn thing like a basketball.

"... I think I'm going to be sick," Director Heathrow mumbles, joined in his assessment by a few other members of the call. "How… durable is she, exactly?"

"9mm is the bare minimum needed to scratch the endoskeleton beneath her skin, which isn't particularly a tall order. For actual damage and stopping power… Twelve gauge armor piercing slugs were barely enough to make her stumble. We didn't test higher." Emily… kind of regrets not testing higher. She needs an actual, workable upper limit for Cyn's durability, and nevermind the fact that the core in her chest is her weak point, it doesn't mean shit if she doesn't know how strong a shot needs to be before it'll be guaranteed to kill her through her armor plating and natural defenses. "And that's just physical defense. Her shield is… much stronger, and capable of being deployed remotely."

"Is that why she's registered as a Brute… twelve!? Why is she a twelve!?"

"Nothing we tested on that shield worked, and even the point defense missiles we had did nothing to scratch that shield. EMPs don't go through, lasers, exotic effects, missiles, bullets, sonic shock, nothing," Emily answers, once again pulling up the relevant files. "She made a shield bubble around a donut and by the time we finished hitting it with everything that Armsmaster and Kid Win cooked up in their labs both approved and unapproved, the donut was barely even warm."

She pauses. "And that's because it was microwaved beforehand."

"... What happened to the donut after?" someone asks quietly.

"Cyn ate it," Emily deadpans. "Did I mention that she regularly drinks motor oil and treats antifreeze bottles like juice boxes?"

"There have been stranger effects on the human body as a result of one's Triggers," Director Costa-Brown hums, flipping through the pages with a curious eye. "Not many, but still. Impossible changes to one's diet are hardly unheard of."

"True. But she's still nigh impossible to poison as a result."

"A fact that will only serve her well, I'm sure. Is she being considered for Ward duty?"

"No. Putting aside the fact that her normal state is still that of a flayed teenager, she's both hard to rein in and impossible to stop with the resources on hand should she go too far. She's a loose cannon, traumatized, and far too willing to kill for my tastes. Frankly, I'd let anyone else have her if it weren't for the fact that she seems attached to the idea of being effectively the Protectorate ENE's on-base mascot," Emily sighs, rubbing her brow and grumbling as she thinks about how much Cyn seems to hate the idea of leaving Brockton Bay anytime soon. Honestly, she almost bit Emily's hand off the first time she mentioned it. Precocious little shit. "As long as she's under the care of the Protectorate while they try to investigate her past and find out who or what did that to her body, I'm not even going to think about putting her on the Wards roster. For the better, really."

"I'll take her if you're too scared to field a force that could actually do some good in the world," Director Tagg, ever the dipshit asshole, suggests, raising his hand and sneering at Emily through the screen.

God she wishes she could punch him in the face without immediately eating shit.

"If you manage to convince her to leave Brockton Bay, you get to deal with her. Until then, I'm content to leave her where she is and not poke the sleeping dragon. Thank god she's cooperative right now…" Emily grumbles as she sits back, raising her eyebrow in silent challenge at the asshole bastard who'd somehow managed to crawl his way into being the Director of fucking Jacksonville Florida in the last year or so.

Who let this asshole be the PRT Director of a place as big as fucking Jacksonville?

"You can't possibly tell me you're afraid of one teenager, Piggot," Tagg snarks, rolling his eyes. Director Costa-Brown, silently, lets out a nearly invisible chortle at that, a tiny quirk of her lips betraying how funny she thinks that statement is. "All you need is a firm hand and rigid discipline and she'll fall in line!"

Emily quirks her brow higher. "I'm sure you'll find that working wonders with Cyn."

…

Wait.

A devious fucking idea just popped into her head.

A really, really, devious idea.

One that definitely isn't a good idea, but might also be really, really, really funny.

…

Albeit, one that miiiiight also result in the destruction and/or traumatization of the entirety of PRT Department 12.

Hmm…

Should she do it? Should she fall to temptation? Should she willingly let loose the scariest fucking Parahuman she's ever seen in her life- Nilbog fucking included- on the unsuspecting masses of Jacksonville Florida? Should she dress Cyn's flayed corpse up in a scarecrow costume and ship her off down the Eastern Seaboard so she can wreak havoc on this military brained crayon eating jackbooted idiot's city with relative impunity?

She looks at the screen, then back down at her notes. She looks back at the screen, then back down at Cyn's threat ratings.

…

She clenches her fist, thankful that the webcam can't see it. One day. One fucking day. But that day is not today. She'll let Cyn wreak havoc all over James Tagg's pride eventually, but not today. Not until they actually learn the full breadth of what she can do, and have some kind of rating for her that isn't just a terrified series of YESes scrawled all over the power classification page.

"She can't be that bad, I've managed to whip even the most ornery and willful of these Parahuman brats into solid, effective members of the Wards! Upstanding members of the community, even! What could one autistic brat possibly do-"

"If she wanted to. I am one hundred percent certain, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Cyn could wipe this entire city off of the map in less than a day." Emily interrupts, leaning forward and staring directly into the camera as she speaks. "None of our standard containment measures would do jack shit. None of our lethal responses would do jack or shit. And I'm starting to think that a day is a generous estimate. So forgive me if I sound terrified of a roughly sixteen year old girl because she is the most dangerous Parahuman I've ever seen and she makes Nilbog look like a goddamn birthday clown even when she's kicking her feet on a My Little Pony bed and eating crayons."

She pauses, then snorts out a laugh. "Maybe you could bond with her, Tagg! You were in the marines, right?"

"You take that back right now you fat fuck or I'm gonna-" BEEP.

"ENOUGH." Director Costa-Brown raises her voice, interrupting the argument as Tagg's window disappears from the screen. "Director Piggot. Keep an eye on Solver. Keep her appeased and make damn well sure that these ratings are as accurate as physically possible. If they are, then congratulations on making Department ENE the most civilian accessible S-class containment zone on the planet. Otherwise, figure out what to do with Solver as soon as possible. Meeting adjourned."

BEEP.

Emily sighs, running a hand down her face. "One of these fucking days, Tagg… one of these fucking days I'm gonna send that eldritch nightmare child down to Florida and you can deal with her for three weeks straight. I'd fucking pay Cyn to do it too."

"Giggle. I would do that for free. Actually. I would do it for. A single. Corn chip."

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY OFFICE-!"

"Giggle. Okie~"

[End.୧(ᴗ)୨]

Chapter 13. A bit of fallout. Cyn's actual punishment for healing people without their consent will be next chapter. Naturally it's an Un-ishment because she's only as punished as she feels like.

The crayon joke wrote itself and I'm not sorry. That was my spitballing dialogue for Piggot and it fit best for both how acidic she can be, and how much people fucking hate Tagg. Plus all the marine corps jokes about crayons.

Piggot's thoughts and words on Cyn's abilities make sense to me, cause Cyn has shown she can modify flesh without much effort before she starts killing people, so if she cut loose in a city it really would make Nilbog look like a birthday clown, but maybe you guys don't think so? Iunno.

There's a chunk of stuff to talk about but I'm gonna skip that and say that if anything sticks out to you, by all means go ahead and comment on it. The PHO stuff was mostly chucking names at a wall cause of the last one deciding to shit itself because brackets are the devil as far as the thing is concerned.

Anyway, have a happy daynight, I hope you enjoy, and you're all being great except that rat cunt uploading this to fanfic dot net. Who still hasn't taken it down. Anyways, again, byeeeee.Welcome to the Parahumans Online message boards.