Knight of Worm
When I filled out a CYOA out of boredom, I never expected a ROB to take that as an invitation and drop me in it. On the other hand, I did pick some skills that made it basically impossible for me to ...is going to be interesting.
And here we go, we're back. Nothing to say here, so enjoy!
Chapter 2
Consciousness returned to Mimi like a punch to the gut. Literally. She felt like she'd gone five rounds with Hatchet Face. She groaned as she slowly forced her eyes open, blinking a few times to clear her vision of spots. Once she could see clearly, she looked around at her new surroundings. She wasn't in the town any longer, instead she was in a small clearing lit by a few small jars with what looked like fireflys fluttering around inside. A truck stood off to the side with a tarp covered object in the back, along with a couple of wrapped bundles. She frowned as she looked around. She couldn't see any sign of the rest of the Nine (although that was something of a relief now she was no longer under the affect of her power-induced madness) and had no idea how she got here. The last thing she remembered was…
"Oh good, you're awake."
The deep, almost inhuman voice stopped Mimi's thoughts cold. Her head snapped around, just in time to see a glowing, red slit appear in the darkness between the trees, followed by a dark, shadowy figure that was somehow even more intimidating than Hatchet Face and Siberian combined. She yelped and scrambled back as the shadow stepped into the light of the lanterns, revealing it to be a man clad in black armour that looked like something King Arthur would fight.
The figure paused at her apparent fear, the glowing light of his eye slit staring at her like a baleful eye.
"Hmm, maybe I should have left my armour off," he muttered, scratching the side of his helmet.
As he did, Mimi realized that he was holding a shopping bag in his hand. The odd sight of a medieval knight holding a grocery bag was to much for her still confused and scared mind and the darkness once again surged up to meet her.
The next time she woke, it was to the smell of cooking sausages. Her power tugged slightly at her mind, indicating that there was a fire nearby, but it wasn't large enough to make her lose control. Mimi slowly opened her eyes and looked around, ready to run or try and fight if the dark figure was still around. Instead, she was greeted by the sight of a man in shorts and a t-shirt sat across a small camping stove. The man was...well, there was no other word for it but beautiful. His face seemed to be perfectly sculpted to give the impression of nobility and strength, his shoulder length hair was so black it was purple and his eyes were a shade of blue that reminded her of a lake under the light of the moon. The white shirt he was wearing was just tight enough to give a hint of his chest, but even that was enough to let Mimi know that he had abs that you could grate cheese on.
The sound of a throat clearing drew Mimi out of her daze and she looked up to see the man looking at her with a raised eyebrow. The pyrokinetic blushed brightly and ducked her head. The man snorted and reached into the bag beside him, pulling out a paper plate he dropped a few sausages from the pan he was cooking in onto.
"Here, its not much, but its the best I can do," he said, handing Mimi the plate.
She stared at it for a moment, before taking it and the plastic knife and fork he handed her.
"Who...are you?" she asked.
The man paused and looked thoughtful.
"Hmm, good question," he muttered, "I...guess you can call me Lance for now."
Mimi frowned.
"Why Lance?" she asked.
The man shrugged.
"I don't quite trust you enough for my real name, although it wouldn't really help you if I did," he said, "I'm...not really from around here."
Lance quickly loaded up his own plate and bit into a sausage, apparently ignoring the fact it was likely still hot enough to burn his mouth. Mimi stared at him as he ate, not entirely sure what to make of the odd man who was almost certainly the armoured monster one who'd knocked her out back in the dead end town she couldn't remember the name of. However, that didn't explain why she was still alive. He'd been strong enough to fight Crawler, Hatchet Face and Siberian without dieing, hell, he'd even managed to hurt the latter. Considering that, he could have killed her easily and, considering she had a Kill Order on her head, had no reason not to do so. So why was she still alive and unbound?
"Why am I here?" she asked.
Lance didn't reply for a moment, before he swallowed his mouthful and took a drink from the bottle of water that was leaning against the camp chair he was sat on.
"Your wondering why I didn't kill you," he said.
It wasn't a question, but Mimi nodded nonetheless. Lance sighed.
"Well, your right, I could have killed you easily," he said, "However, I am here to help those that need and deserve it. Despite everything that you've done with the Nine, I believe that you are one of those people. Its not your fault that your power affects your mentality, just like its not Riley's fault Jack decided to corrupt her into his little puppet. Thats why I didn't kill you like I did Crawler, Mannequin and Hatchet Face."
Mimi scoffed despite herself.
"You want to help me?" she sneered, "How? If you know how my powers work, you KNOW I'll go off the wagon eventually, even if I try not to use them. And even if I could keep that from happening, its not like I'm hard to recognize."
Lance smiled thinly.
"Well, your partly right," he said, "But I think with a bit of dye and a change in outfit, you can fade into the background and pop up somewhere new as another pyrokinetic."
Mimi's head snapped up and she fixed Lance with a glare.
"What are you talking about?" she asked.
"I can fix your power," he said.
Mimi stared at him, uncomprehendingly. She'd long given up any hope that her power would ever be more than a curse that kept her trapped in an endless spiral of death and destruction. For someone to come along and offer to fix it, it sounded too good to be true.
Lance put his plate on the floor and stood, holding out his hand to her.
"Do you have anything to lose?" he asked.
Mimi hesitated for a moment, before she slowly took the offered hand and let Lance pull her to her feet. He was right. She really had nothing to lose. Even if he was some kind of Master or Trump who planned to turn her into a puppet or something, anything was better than her current situation.
Lance placed a hand on her shoulder and took a deep breath. Then, a purple aura appeared around him and he opened his eyes, revealing that the orbs were glowing brightly, and met her own green eyes.
"For it is in passing that we achieve immortality. Through this, we become a paragon of virtue and glory to rise above all. Infinite in distance and unbound by death, I release your soul, and by my shoulder, protect thee."
As Lance spoke, Mimi felt the warmth from his hands flow into her body, soothing her muscles and making her feel...better for want of a better word. The feeling reached her stomach and a second spark of warmth appeared. This one however was...familiar. It was hers in some way she couldn't describe. It quickly spread through her body, washing away all of the aches and pains she never knew she had, including the slowly building pressure of her power she never even knew was there. She felt a faint tingling in her cheeks and reached up with her free hand, just in time to feel the burn scars vanish, leaving smooth skin in their wake. As she did, she realized that her body was giving out a faint aura of golden light that matched Lance's purple aura.
A few seconds later, both aura's faded and Lance released her, slumping slightly as he returned to his seat and let out a breath.
"Hoo boy, that was more draining than I thought," he said.
Mimi ignored him as she stared down at her hands. She felt...good. Better than she could remember feeling since the fire that had led to her Trigger Event. The endless urge to use her powers had faded, but she could still feel the heat of her flames under her skin. She hesitantly let out a small amount of it, conjuring a small flame in her hand. Normally, even that small amount of fire would be enough to start the process that would lead to her becoming a cackling lunatic until the fires went out, but now she felt...nothing. Now more confident, she increased the size of the flame until it was large enough that she needed two hands to cup it. However, no matter how large it grew, it had no affect on her mentally. In fact, it almost felt like she wasn't doing everything she could with it. If she did this and twisted that…
FWOOSH!
Mimi jumped as the flame abruptly vanished, leaving her holding a sword that looked a lot like one from a comic she'd read recently made of what looked like black glass in her hand.
"Wha…" gasped Mimi, staring at the weapon with wide eyes.
Lance looked just as surprised as Mimi as he leant forwards to take a closer look at the weapon.
"Huh...thats interesting," he said, "I wasn't expecting that."
"Where did this come from?" asked Mimi as she turned the sword in her hand, watching the light play across the blade.
"I'm...not sure," said Lance, "Activating ones Aura can grant a Semblance, but that usually requires practice to use. Then again, since you already have powers, maybe…"
He shook his head.
"Never mind," he said, "Semblance or not, an evolution of your power should be expected."
Mimi nodded faintly as the blade turned to dust. She took a deep breath, before she flung herself across the camp stove and hugged Lance tightly.
"THANK YOUUUUU!"
By the time the sun rose, I was putting the finishing touches to my first example of RWBY style tech. After Mimi's enthusiastic thanks, I'd decided that I might as well put the components I'd found when I'd got the food to good use and ended up building a couple of Scrolls out of a smartphone and random bits of tech that ended up doing things that I'm pretty sure were impossible. Tinker powers are complete bullshit. And this is coming from someone with the powers of someone with the powers of goddamn Lancelot!
I sighed and glanced over at Mimi, who was fast asleep in a sleeping bag I'd appropriated with a massive smile still on her face. Even though I'd been expecting it, I hadn't expected the pyrokinetic to pull out that glass ability for a while. I had to wonder how long it'd take for her to figure out the rest of the skills her Semblance would give her, most of which could be boiled down into her basically having Cinders powerset, minus the Maiden powers for obvious reasons.
I sighed as I sat back in the camp chair I was using and cast out my mind, the web of the futures appearing in my mind. From here, there were several things I could do, but most of them led to one place. Brockton Bay. Sure, there were a lot of horrible people doing horrific things all over the world (the Fallen, Nilbog and Three Blasphemies came to mind, although they were by no means the only ones), but if I wanted to do the most to change the future, I needed to go to the Bay and fix things there. Once that was done, most of the other issues would eventually sort themselves out. Well, other than Sleeper, who was...WAIT JUST A GODDAMN MINUTE!
I sat bolt upright as my power zeroed in on the Sleeper, only to immediately cut out. I couldn't see anything about him, other than...ah, right. I shivered and focused my attention elsewhere. I did NOT want to bring that...person's attention on me.
I idly shifted a few lines of fate around. My power wasn't strong enough to truly affect the Fate of others in any large way like the Simurgh could, at least, not from a distance. I could do a lot to change the future, but only like anyone else could, through word or action. However, I could make small changes, a man decides to wait a moment to leave work and ends up avoiding a car accident, a woman who visits the doctor for what she thought was a mild but persistent stomach ache and discovers shes pregnant before she accidentally miscarries and so on. Little changes that would have big impacts.
I ran my fingers over the twisted strings that were Ziz's contributions to the Tapestry of Fate, scowling slightly as I followed them to their conclusion. None of them were good, but I couldn't change them. The twisted mess was like seeing a beautiful tapestry that someone had picked apart and restitched with no regard for the original work. It was an ugly mass of black against the shifting, brightly coloured mass of threads.
Still, while I couldn't affect them directly, I could mitigate and even erase much of the threat and, since none of my powers techncially came from a Shard, Ziz wouldn't be able to modal me properly. I was an unknown, an anomaly and, so long as I didn't do anything to massive, the Simurgh wouldn't notice my changes for a while. I spent some time shifting some threads around that would result in some of the Simurgh's Rube Goldberg machine style futures unraveling, before turning my attention to the last thing I intended to do before heading to Brockton. Canary.
My power gave me a few options to get her out, but none of them I could pull off from a distance with my powers. I needed to act personally. Fortunately, there were some things I could do that only needed an internet connection and an email account, both of which I had access to through my Scroll. As an added bonus, my power allowed me to leverage far more than I would have thought possible to throw anyone who wanted to track me down and get the addresses I needed. Plus, for some odd reason, my Knight of Owner considered my Scroll to be a weapon, further empowering my ability to attack Tagg and the Judge who intended to railroad Canary. Actually, that might be why.
I had no idea what the actual content of the emails I sent was, all I knew was that it would result in the Justice system taking a very close look at Canary's case and the PRT's internal affairs taking an equally close look at Tagg. I also hacked into the records for Canary's 'victim' and released his impressive criminal record to the public. Illegal? Very, but then, so was what Tagg was trying to pull with Canary. And if everything I'd done here fell through (and there was a chance it would, however small), I'd just find the truck transporting her and smash it. One way or another, Canary wasn't going to be Caged.
With that done, I snapped my Scroll shut and looked over at Mimi again. Even without my Precog powers, I knew we'd have to go our separate ways. My plans would result in me being in the public eye, not really somewhere a former member of the Nine could afford to be. I had a few plans that would mean she wouldn't be looked for, but it would still be a good idea to vanish for a while and show up later as a new Trigger. For whatever reason, Cape with Pyrokinetic powers weren't that uncommon and her ability to generate the glass-like substance would further separate her from Burnscar, as would the Brute-like powers provided by her Aura. Plus, since her Shard would no longer drive her towards conflict thanks to her Aura leaking into it and changing it subtly (and no, I have no idea how that worked) it would be entirely possible for her to just disappear.
I sighed. I already knew that wouldn't be a fun conversation. Still, it was a necessary one and it would be better to do it over breakfast. With that in mind, I started just that, inwardly thankful that I apparently didn't need much sleep. I'd need to rest eventually, but sleep was more optional than a necessity.
It didn't take long for the smell of cooking food to coax Mimi awake. She sat up in her sleeping bag, looking around blearily, before her gaze fell on me and her face lit up in a smile
"So it was real," she whispered, probably to herself, "Thank god."
I pretended I didn't hear anything as the pyrokinetic came over and sat across from me. I wordlessly handed her a plate of bacon and more sausages, taking some for myself while wondering where in the hell my ability to eat sausages without complaint came from. Probably Lancelot's tastes from living in the Medieval times.
"So, what now?" asked Mimi after a few minutes of eating in silence.
I sighed.
"Well, I'm heading to Brockton," I said, "I have some things to do there. You however, need to disappear for a bit."
Mimi's head snapped up to stare at me.
"What? Why?" she asked.
"I'm going to claim the bounties on Crawler, Mannequin and Hatchet Face," I said, "If you tag along it'll cause a number of problems I'd rather not deal with. I just saved you, I don't want you to die or get Caged on my account. No, it'd be better for us to split up and you pop up in a few weeks as a new Trigger somewhere far from here."
Mimi frowned.
"I...see where your coming from," she said, "But…"
"I don't intend to just cut you lose if that's what you're worried about," I said, reaching down and picking up one of the Scroll's I'd built the night before, "Here, this'll help you keep in touch with me."
"Your a Tinker as well?" asked Mimi as she took the device and looked it over.
I smiled thinly.
"Among other things," I said, "Here, let me show you how it works."
I quickly gave Mimi a tutorial on the use of the Scroll, which could easily use any mobile network and had internet so long as it could find a wifi signal, no passwords or keys necessary. It could even connect to my Scroll if she was somewhere without signal through the magic of Tinker bullshitery and ran on her Aura, meaning that it never needed charging. As an added bonus, it had more processing power than anything non-Tinker computer on the planet and probably most Tinker computers as well.
"This is so bullshit," muttered Mimi, shaking her head in disbelief.
"Tinkertech usually is," I said with a grin.
Mimi returned the smile, although hers was a little shaky.
"I guess your right," she mumbled.
Her grip tightened on the phone.
"Is...there anything I can do to help?" she asked.
"Huh?"
"I know I can't come with you, at least, not for a while," she said, "But...you said that you were going to make the world a better place. I want to help. I've done a lot of horrible things, things I'll never be able to forget or make up for, but I'd like to do something to try."
I eyed her for a moment, before nodding slowly.
"I...guess so," I said, "I mean, what I have planned will bring the best outcome I can find, but having more help will...hmmm."
I quickly went through some options. If all went well, there wasn't much chance of Mouse Protector becoming Murder Rat, Canary's help was underway and the Dragonslayers could be dealt with pretty much at my leisure considering I already had some plans that would make them nonentities. That said, there were a few things that I Mimi could help with and they would make her reemergence with a more heroic role be more streamline.
"Alright, if you want to help, I suggest you head to Chicago and help Mouse Protector out with Ravager," I said.
While it was true that my medling had made it very unlikely that Murder Rat would be a thing, there were still a few futures where Riley remained Bonesaw and I wasn't willing to run that risk. Mimi gave me a strange look.
"Why that?" she asked.
I smiled thinly.
"I'm a precog," I said, "Yes, I know my powers are bullshit, but what can you do?"
"You know, most people don't just grab the bag and run with it," muttered Mimi, before she nodded, "Alright, I'll do it."
"You can take the bike," I said, jerking my thumb at the tarp covered thing on the back of the truck.
"Bike?"
"Whoaaaa," breathed Mimi as she stared at the motorbike that had been hidden under the tarp with wide eyes.
I can't really blame her. I knew very little about bikes (although my Riding skill meant I could ride them with ease), but even I could tell that this one was a real beauty. The bright red paint job certainly helped with that.
"So, I take it you like it?" I asked.
"Ohhh yes, I do indeed," said Mimi with a grin.
"Here," I said, tossing her the keys I'd found in the glovebox of the truck.
Mimi caught the keys and stared down at them.
"Hey, can I ask a favour?" she said.
"Hmm?"
"If your heading to Brockton, do you think you could try and help a friend of mine?" she asked, "Her names Elle and...her powers have done a number on her, like mine. Shes not dangerous, but she suffered a lot, so…"
I put a hand on her shoulder.
"If she lets me, I will," I said.
Mimi smiled weakly and nodded.
"Thank you," she said, "And could you tell her that I'm alright? That I'm not with...them anymore? I'll visit her myself at some point, but I need to take some time and solidify my new self, otherwise I might put her at risk."
I smiled and nodded.
"Of course, it will be my pleasure," I said.
Mimi smiled again and hugged me.
"Thank you," she said, "You've done far more for me than I could ever repay."
I hugged her back.
"Just live your life and try to make the world a little bit better," I said, "Even if all you do is offer someone a hand with moving in, thats enough."
Mimi held the hug for a moment longer, before breaking away and grabbing the helmet that had been in the bikes storage space. With one last wave, she started the engine and roared away, leaving me alone. I sighed.
"Well, that was interesting," I muttered as I turned to the truck, "Now, lets get these bounties filed so I can really get started."
I climbed into the driver's seat and took a deep breath as my armour formed around me. Then, I reached out with Knight of Owner into the truck. It was a bit of a stretch to consider it a weapon, but considering how much damage they could do if used as a battering ram, it was enough to work. I felt my power pour into the vehicle, turning the green paintwork jet black with crimson lines and distorting the body until it looked more like some kind of mechanical monster than a truck. My connection with it caught and the engine started up with a dragon-like roar. I smiled. Yes, this would definitely cut down on travel time.
Thomas Anderson liked his job. Sure, being a PRT trooper could be dangerous, but New York was a lot more stable than some places, even with the large numbers of Parahumans. At least he wasn't in Brockton Bay or something. Normally, all he had to do was stand guard and look intimidating for the folks visiting the PRT or Protectorate HQ to gawk at or, occasionally, help with arresting a villain, which usually amounted to spraying them down with Confoam after the Capes got done with beating the stuffing out of them. As an added bonus, he got to work closely with Legend!
Unfortunately, no matter how much he liked his job, some days just weren't worth it. This was one of them.
The first indication that the day was about to get odd was when a sound like an angry Lung with a frog in his throat echoed into the PRT building from outside. The Troopers standing guard all looked at each other warily and started prepping their Foam Sprayers, just in case. Their unease didn't falter as the sound of armoured footsteps floated into the now silent lobby. They were all familiar with the sound from working with Tinkers over the years, although these were different in some subtle way. The reason for that was revealed a moment later when the doors opened and an honest to god Knight in black armour that was leaking some kind of dark mist entered the lobby, dragging a rather large sack behind him. The room was utterly silent as the Knight (for some reason, no one could think of him as a Cape) crossed the room towards the main desk. No one moved, no one made a sound and no one wanted to do anything that could bring his crimson gaze upon them. The poor woman behind the desk looked like she was about to faint she was so pale.
"U-um, good afternoon sir," she said and Thomas was impressed that her voice was barely shaking at all, "How may the PRT help you today?"
"I would like to enquire into the procedure for collecting bounties," said the Knight.
Despite his polite tone, no one could suppress the shudder at the sound of his voice. Whether it was his armour or an odd affect of his armour, the Knights voice sounded like an echoing growl. The receptionist looked a little taken aback, but rallied quickly.
"W-well, normally we'd ask for some kind of evidence that you've successfully taken down the target, your name and, depending on who it is, a debriefing," she said, "May I ask which Kill Order?"
The Knight tilted his head slightly and everyone got the impression he was smirking.
"Mannequin, Hatchet Face, Crawler and information of the Siberian and Jack Slash's powers," he said, holding up the bag he was dragging, "And as for evidence, would the bodies do?"
Less than ten minutes later saw me sat in a meeting room with Director Wilkins, Legend and with Alexandria and Dragon present vire conference call.
"The results are in," said Dragon, "We have confirmed that the bodies provided are indeed that of Alan Gramme, AKA Mannequin, Jason Myers , AKA Hatchet Face and Edgar Stark, AKA Crawler, although how you managed the last one I have no idea."
"I destroyed his Corona Pollentia," I said, "Without that to hold his power created body together, the injuries I dealt were enough to kill him."
"I gathered that," said Dragon, "I want to know how you got through his defences."
I took a deep breath. Time for the mother of all bullshiting in front of an AI and someone whos Thinker power let her cold read nearly as well as Tattletale. I am so glad that For Someone's Glory made me that much harder to read.
"One of my powers is to imbue anything that can even vaguely be considered to be a weapon with an energy that boosts its abilities," I said, "For example, if I were to use it on a 9mm pistol, the rate of fire would be amplified, as would the speed and force behind the bullets, to the point that it would rivel, or even exceed an anti-tank rifle. I was able to use a light pole to smack the Siberian around with ease and a machete was able to cleave through Crawler like he was made of styrofoam."
No way was I spilling about Arondight this early in the game. My sword would remain my trump card for now.
"That...sounds like an incredibly strong power," said Director Wilkins.
"It is," I said, "I was able to hurt the Siberian with it."
CRASH!
On her screen, Alexandria slammed her hands down on the desk in front of her, making it shake.
"Are you certain?" she demanded.
"I took her arm off and stabbed her through the stomach," I deadpanned.
"And that didn't kill her?" asked the Director.
I shook my head.
"No, although she did go pop," I said, "Thats part of the information I have. I think the Siberians nothing more than a Master construct. If you can find him or her, you could take out the bitch permanently."
"Why didn't you?" asked Alexandria.
"The same reason I didn't kill the rest of the Nine," I said, "I got distracted by Crawler trying to eat me. Unfortunately, the ones I didn't get managed to get away, although I did manage to injure most of them. I highly doubt Jack or Shatterbird will be back on their feet anytime soon, even with Bonesaws help."
"What about Burnscar?" asked Legend.
I shrugged.
"I'm not sure," I said, "I lost track of her during the fighting, but I didn't see her after I hit her through a few buildings. I do know that she must be as badly hurt as the others however, if not worse."
There, let them draw their own conclusions about why Burnscar's vanished. Director Wilkins nodded and glanced down at the file in front of him.
"You said that you had some information on Jack as well?" he asked.
I nodded.
"Yes, I believe I've figured out how hes been able to remain one step ahead of any Parahuman sent after him," I said, "I think he has some kind of passive Thinker geared towards other Parahumans. As far as I was able to tell, he can predict them and possibly even influence them in some way."
Legend frowned.
"That would explain a lot, but how did you find that out?" he asked.
I tapped the side of my head.
"My powers grant me a resistance to mental attacks," I said, "I could feel something trying to affect me while I was talking with Jack."
"Yes, that makes sense," said Alexandria, looking thoughtful, "More often than not, the damage Jack causes himself is to his victims mentality, although hes certainly capable of some nasty physical damage. Knowing that will make countering him a lot easier."
"A normal person with a gun could take him out," I said, "Actually, that would probably be the best option for dealing with Jack."
The Director nodded in agreement.
"Indeed," he said.
He flipped through the file in front of him and made some notes, before pulling out a sheet of paper and handing it to me. I took it and scanned it, finding it was a form for claiming the bounty under my Cape name.
"If you will fill that out," he said.
I nodded and quickly did just that, filling in my name as Saber. Despite the fact I was closer to Berserker in appearance and powers, the name didn't exactly inspire a heroic image. Once I was done, I slid the form back over to the Director who scanned it and nodded.
"Alright...Saber, I'd like to thank you again for your efforts," he said, "And I'd also like to offer you a place in the Protectorate. We could use more Capes like you."
I laughed softly.
"While I appreciate the offer, I'm afraid I must decline," I said, "I already have plans of my own, plans that would be difficult to achieve under the command of the Protectorate. I will, however, help if you need it."
The Director looked disappointed, but nodded.
"Of course, I understand," he said, "Dragon, Alexandria, thank you for being here."
"It was my pleasure," said Dragon, before her screen went blank.
Alexandria just nodded and left as well as Legend stood and offered a hand.
"I'd like to extend my thanks as well," he said, "The Nine are a huge thread and you've managed to cut that in half for a while. I hope we can work together in the future."
I smiled and nodded as I shook his hand.
"As do I," I said, "Now, if you'll excuse me, I still have some ways to go."
The Director nodded and indicated to the guard by the door.
"Agent Anderson will guide you back to the lobby," he said, "You can claim the bounty money downstairs."
I shook the Directors hand and followed the agent back downstairs where I was greeted by another faceless goon, who handed me an attache case.
"Here you are sir," he said, "And once again, thank you for killing the bastards. I lost my sister and her family to those psychopaths, so it means a lot to me personally."
He saluted and marched away with Anderson. I hefted the case over my shoulder and headed out to where I'd left the truck in the carpark. I tossed the case onto the passenger seat, intending to take a look later, and climbed into the cab, resting my head against the backrest for a moment.
"Well, that was interesting," I muttered, "Then again, killing any member of the Nine would be enough to attract the attention of the Triumvirate. I wonder where Eidolon was…"
After a moment's thought, I shook my head. It wasn't important and I had a long way to go before sunset. I started the engine, making a note to trade up for something smaller and faster, before pulling out and heading in the direction of Brockton Bay. I was done with the prologue, it was time to really start this little play.
And with that, I'm done. Hoo boy, that was quite the ride.
I dont actually look like that of course, but he's taken on Lancelot's looks.
Hmm, I wonder who I'm implying Sleeper is? He wont be putting in an appearance though...I hope.
I admit, I'm not entirely pleased with the interaction with Mimi and I think that the reasoning and speed of her acceptance might be a bit quick, but Saber could have used his ability to mess with the future to smoothing things over, so thats my reasoning behind it.
Yes, I turned Burnscar into Cinder. She won't be a villain though. I'm also not done with giving Worm characters RWBY makeovers. I have plans for all of team RWBY, Neo and Emerald based characters, along with Penny, although she'll be a result of Sabers Tinkering more than mine. Take a guess as to who will end up as who. I bet you can get team RWBY at least.
I'm pretty sure that taking out three members of the Nine would warrant some pretty close scrutiny from the PRT, Protectorate and Cauldron, hence the rather impressive meeting. They also don't really want to alienate someone who can hurt the Siberian, hence why they aren't pushing him to join. Of course, that might be different if they knew what he can really do, but for now, he'll just be showing off his 'Brute' and 'Striker' powers. Speaking of, any idea of how high they'd rank them? I'm guessing pretty high.
Anyway, this is long and I'm tired, so I'm gonna sign out. Don't forget to leave a review!