A different kind of whale (Worm/FGO-based Gamer) Chapter 9

1-8 [Drill Plan]

January 6th

“Explain to me why I should sign off on this… endeavour of yours, Brad?”

Because you’re just as likely to suggest it openly at the next meeting. Because the Empire's image must be strong. One thing to retreat from Lung or PRT, another to get a black eye from a newcomer. Were all the things Hookwolf thought but didn’t say. Working with Kaiser was… trying, sometimes. The whole song and dance of having the man be in control of the narrative the whole time, always in the lead, always dictating others their roles. Course, if he didn’t work with Kaiser, Hookwolf knew what would await him. Didn’t mean he had to like it.

Unfortunately, as he stared right back at the man sitting across the room on a comfortable sofa with twin, blonde beauties leaning into his sides, just because he was one of the strongest capes in Empire didn’t mean he could wrestle the control of the script. Kaiser named himself well, he supposed. No way but to follow along.

“We need to show that the newbie, this… Epopeia, got lucky. There’s already mockery coming from our enemies, we need to be seen doing something before doubts seeps into the ranks. And this way, even if I fail, it will reflect on me, not you.” He added after a short moment.

Kaiser sat there in silence for a moment as he made a show of considering Hookwolf’s argument. Eventually, he took a hand off of Fenja’s shoulder and gestured at him.

“Very well. But the manpower comes from your people… And take Stormtiger with you, just in case someone decides to interfere.”

“Storm is good, but one man might not be enough if the Protectorate decides to respond in force. This looks like it will be official, so they might show up just to monitor the situation.”

“Don’t worry, the issue will be raised again during the meeting. Just play along then, and I’m sure I will be able to wiggle you a volunteer or two.” Kaiser shook his head with a pleasant smile on his face.

Hookwolf hated that smile. Ever since Purity left them and he became the next right hand, he had to see it way more often than he cared to. He could only imagine how much more unbearable being married to the man was. Which raised the question of the twins’ sanity. Or intelligence.

Still, nothing to do but to follow the lead. So he nodded gruffly, gave the customary bow and walked out of Kaiser’s office with as much hurry as he could without making it look like he was running away. He had an operation to plan. Maybe he should bring Cricket in on it too.

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Emily grumbled quietly as she read the missive from the mayor's office in front of her. Normally, the communication between her and the mayor went the other way. Heroes giving talks at local schools, fundraisers, various PR events, parahuman merchandising (assuming, of course, the parahuman in question was a hero). All of that was typically managed and initiated by the PRT. The government typically didn’t request PRT’s assistance with parahuman matters, because it was generally assumed PRT had an active hand on the parahuman pulse of the events.

This time, apparently, a parahuman decided that ‘official’ channels meant regular authorities, instead of parahuman authorities. Emily wasn’t wholly unfamiliar with the concept of rogues trying to strike it on their own, Parian operated in her town, even if mostly as relatively cheap PR prop for whichever business hired her. Besides, Elite used to be legitimately involved in media and business, before NEPEA-5. The bill which muddied the waters, in Emily’s honest opinion.

No wonder Mayor Alcott was unsure as to whether he was supposed to greenlight the whole thing. An unknown parahuman, with unknown power, asking to get access to large numbers of people? In a world with mind control, that was too many unknowns for comfort. On the other hand, the willingness to do it the proper way spoke well of the parahuman’s character.

On the other, other hand, going to the city’s authorities instead of the PRT indicated a non-Bet native. Another one, or was Epopeia an artist at heart? Emily harrumphed. Unlikely to be her. From what Challenger shared with her, the woman was a bit too blase about proper procedure. Oh, she was willing to play ball, but more because it was convenient. Someone else, then.

The big question, now, would be whether the… Emily glanced down at the form again…

“Bloody Pure Idol, Eli… fucking hell, girl.” Emily groaned as she massaged her temples. That was certainly a naming sense alright. One of them.

There was no reason to deny the girl outright. No matter the feelings Emily might have regarding the parahuman’s naming sense. Still, she couldn’t just rubber stamp that. Without any knowledge regarding the girl there was too much at risk. At the very least, there needed to be a confirmation as to whether or not the wannabe performer was Master or not.

Emily nodded to herself and started typing the response. ‘Approval temporarily withheld, pending power testing.’

Sure, if the girl decided she wanted to perform anyway, they wouldn't be able to stop her, having not broken any laws, but it would, at the very least, give them a measure of her. Always paid to know just what kind of mess Emily would be dealing with in her city.

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“All I am saying, Lady Elizabeth, the matter requires some consideration.” Moriarty wrung his hands as the two Servants discussed the details of their ongoing effort to organise the Countess’ concert.

“I know that.” Elizabeth snapped as she raked fingers across the table. “I am not an idiot!”

“I didn’t wish to insinuate that. Still, there’s couple of angles to consider if you decide to acquiesce to PRT’s request.” The man held his hands up placatingly. “The recent… unpleasantness with a singer called Bad Canary means that the matter of your Charisma might be a sensitive topic.”

“At least, between it being on the other side of the country and it being kept quiet for now, we have some breathing room.” Outis sighed, shaking his head, “I do think going with the testing is the right call. I’ve dug around and Master powers that affect humans seem to be like curses, directly hijacking emotions and cognition. They should, by all rights, classify Charisma as a Social Thinker power, since it is skill and talent rather than a direct effect.”

The fact that if they chose to classify her as a Master anyways would tell them a whole lot about what the PRT ENE was like went unspoken but not unheard.

[James Moriarty Bond Level 2 gained.]

“Ruin all the mystique, why won’t you.” The Englishman grumbled as he steepled his fingers. “At least you don’t go ruining all the surprises.”

[I am not a detective, thus it is not my job.]

“Still, while what Master has said is more or less correct, I would still advise thinking about how you wish to present yourself to the PRT. Ideally, by taking a good look at your eventual full repertoire and trying to angle what you reveal in such a way further developments won’t rouse suspicion.”

“I’m not gonna hide these, for one.” Elizabeth sighed as she pulled attention to all of her inhuman bits. “While I appreciate the thought behind Deerlet’s gift, I have grown accustomed to thinking of them as a proper part of me, now as a Servant. Besides, they would definitely add to my stage persona, no~?” She ended with a wink as her tail twisted behind her to form half a heart.

“Absolutely.” Outis replied without missing a single beat, blasting her with his most earnest smile because he was a cruel, cruel Master. She was just too cute when caught between preening and melting. “They’re part of the charm.”

“Children.” Moriarty chided with an exasperated sigh. “Can you, at the very least, save it for where an old man doesn’t need to be an accomplice to these kinds of things?” 

“Only because you asked so nicely, sir Moriarty.” Elizabeth sighed theatrically, putting a hand to her forehead. “To pull discussion back on topic, the permanent physical alterations aside, I believe simply playing into the theme they provide should be enough. Between Charisma and my… extensive knowledge of how to make people hurt, alongside Sarkany’s sonic breath…”

“A Brute/Blaster with some minor Thinker applications. Initially it may appear purely social, but Torture Techniques would fall under the aegis of Combat Thinker, I believe.” Moriarty nodded along. “And, coincidentally, not something that would easily come out either in a controlled testing environment or come instinctively to one who seemingly wishes to focus on a career in entertainment.”

“That leaves the question of your second Noble Phantasm, but if we ever need to deploy it on the quick, we can blame it on a power synergy between us or… tinkertech, I believe it was called?” Outis proposed with a small frown, before pushing the matter of the name aside. Not important, he’d just done some skimming to make sure the ABB wouldn’t freak out too much now that they knew he could enchant items. “Otherwise we just play out of sight, out of mind and let Occam’s Razor work in our favour.”

“A bit too complex and fast to deploy for tinkertech.” Moriarty shook his head. “Best to just leave it to an ‘anonymous’ extra member of the group. Whether officially affiliated with you, Master, or attached to the little troupe the Young Lady seems to already be assembling for her career.”

“Also, I don’t know how it would interact with Csejte being solidly manifested here.” Elizabeth piped up. “I would rather not risk my home suffering accidents on account of weird interactions between my abilities. A loss of amplifiers, admittedly, but ultimately, with the hand you’ve been dealt, Deerlet, I doubt much of an obstacle.”

“Save for finding the right materials, that is.” Moriarty ribbed gently under his nose.

“The grind is eternal.” The Master of Guf grumbled. At least they had time to enjoy themselves, it’d be miserable if all they did was grind, eat, sleep and repeat.

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January 7th

If not for the versatility offered by actually being a Changer, Colin would have decided Epopeia wasn’t particularly impressive Brute. The demonstrated level of strength wasn’t particularly great, at least when it came to feats of dealing damage. Shame there was no footage of any powerlifting, he hated formulating opinions from an incomplete data. The pain numbing was a double-edged sword, as always. Durability was, on the other hand, decent enough given the woman still had her arm to have it fixed instead of Panacea having to grow it back from scratch. Speed, Mover 1, most likely. The kind of acceleration resulting from raw force applied to movement. Of course, going over the footage of both Challenger’s spar and Hookwolf’s incident, Red Brawler (name pending) seemed to have some sort of way to temporarily upgrade. Two different ways. Could be used simultaneously, as the Hookwolf fight showed.

The other form, the purported Stranger… didn’t seem to work on recording equipment. Challenger herself reported she didn’t notice Indigo Stranger’s approach until she was fighting. On one hand, Challenger was busy, on the other, Challenger wasn’t a green cape, and her power demanded of the woman to be well conscious of the battlefield. Given the Stranger form seemed to be Epopeia’s ‘default’ guise for interactions, the power itself was definitely toggleable. Given the footage was there… some kind of perception filter, most likely. Alas, the woman refused official testing, instead insisting on humouring Challenger.

The note the wild woman passed him this morning was a more pressing indicator of Epopeia’s true power. A strange interaction with the mechanism of Challenger’s own power indicated a well hidden, subtle Trump aspect. But why would a Trump power activate when losing a fight? Needed more data. Colin supposed working on a better sensor suite would be a nice change of pace from the ongoing nanothorn project.

He paused in reaching for his notes when his phone rang. Scoffing, he focused on his helmet’s display and earpiece. Hm, PRT HQ. This specific number was from testing.

“Armsmaster here.” He answered gruffly.

“Good day to you as well, Armsmaster.” Came the deadpan voice from the other end. Colin didn’t react, Brockton Bay HQ was well used to his bearing by now and as long as no one was being actually rude, there was no need to bring their attitude to attention. “We’ve got a parahuman coming for power testing, wondering if you could spare someone to babysit us.”

Colin scratched his beard as he mulled over the request. Miss Militia was always an excellent choice for meeting new parahumans. Responsible and collected, serious but personable. Dauntless, as much as it galled to admit, would be a fine choice as well. Battery if Militia was unavailable. His gaze drifted back towards his notes on Epopeia’s readings. There was something there, bothering him.

He shook his head. Maybe Clockblocker was right, for once in his life, and Colin really needed to get out more often if he allowed himself to get distracted like that. “I will be there shortly.” He decided. Maybe getting another set of scans on his analysis software to compare with Epopeia’s would take his mind off the matter. If not, he would at least get more data to fiddle with the finer details of it.

“Understood, Armsmaster. We’ll warn the poor thing.” With truly titanic effort, Colin waited until the call disconnected to audibly scoff. Between his social prediction software and the many, many PR lessons he sat through and absorbed, he knew how to interact with people. He just… preferred to leave it to people to whom it came more naturally. Gave him more time to tinker that way too.

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Sometimes, Colin wondered why Brockton Bay’s PRT HQ looked like any other regular office building. The theory that it’s for secrecy held all the way until one of them was called in, at which point the pretence fell apart harder than a building hit by Behemoth. There were, he was aware, some plans for underground parking to be added at some point, extensive enough that it could be kept vague which of the few buildings around was PRT’s office but, as with many things in Brockton Bay, it was an idea. The truth was, there was a shield with the letters ‘P.R.T.’ over the main doors, back when Colin first was stationed in the city. At some point, it fell off, or was knocked down and once again, as with great many things in Brockton Bay, it stayed in the realm of plans. Brockton Bay’s Police Department took a small, smug sense of pride in making sure their building, literally across the street from PRT HQ, looked presentable in comparison.

Heading into the main lobby, Colin could see a few troopers giving the parahuman a respectable distance as they leaned against the walls, their containment foam sprayers held at rest. The parahuman in question, a visibly teenage girl, was unmasked, with obvious physical modifications, so he supposed the implied physical abilities warranted some level of response. She was currently chatting up one of the scientists responsible for power testing. Colin stopped his walk for a brief second to turn his social and field analysis programs on, before closing in.

“...thought about it for a bit, but with the extra bits, it’s just pain, y’know? They already make me memorable, so outfits might as well be relegated to enhancing the stage persona.” The girl prattled on, making the kind of small talk people did to be polite. The scientist, in turn, nodded his head in a clear display of someone out of his depth on subject matter but who listened… actually, he listened quite attentively. Colin focused for a bit.

Fascination. No, not fascination. Wonder? Finds the voice pleasant to listen to and is willing to engage in discussion to keep listening. 

Something to ponder about during the testing. Clearing his throat, Colin finally approached the two.

“Miss Bathory, right? I’m Armsmaster, the leader of the local Protectorate. I was asked to be part of the team overseeing your testing.” He introduced himself briskly. A bit of an odd cape name, he supposed, especially for a female and one who wished against breaking the law. Had heavily negative associations.

The young girl turned around, her tail swiping low over the floor in a smooth motion as she focused on him (movement natural, didn’t get in the way, clearly not a fresh trigger). “I… had not considered how that would sound to me from others.” She muttered, her cheery smile twitching for a moment (almost grimaced, feeling improperly addressed, aware the perceived disrespect wasn’t deliberate, aware the fault lies with her, very deliberate in her public persona). She blinked and gave Colin a polite curtsy (very well practised motion, clear indicator of higher class social status, respectful). “Hello, sir Armsmaster. Since you’re here, shall we be off to get the matters along the way?” She asked with a slight tilt of her head (gauging reaction but expecting a very specific sort of response). 

Colin had the feeling her ‘sir’ and his didn’t quite match, but he was willing to let it slide. Despite the obvious direction Bathory was taking her stage persona in, she was also clearly aware of and unwilling of wasting his time. He supposed he could give her the benefit of the doubt on that alone.

“You seem well used to that tail, at the very least.” He started while they were still on the way to the testing area. Might as well see just how much she had figured out and how long has it been since her trigger.

“It had been rather surprising the first time, but I can’t say I dislike it. Quite the opposite, really. Might be because it didn’t really get in the way?” Interesting. An internal balancing factor which allowed to instinctively factor the additional appendage into movement. Although, the wording Bathory used was rather confusing. ‘First time’? Was there some sort of memory retention problem? If she was a Case 53 (if particularly lucky in that regard), one who was misplaced multiple times, it would paint a worrying picture. “Still took me quite some time to figure out how to best work it into my routine.”

Colin nodded along. At least she was forthcoming with the fact she wasn’t quite a recent trigger. Probably spent some time figuring out what she could actually do. From what he had gleaned of information they had on her, she was most likely only doing this, then, as a positive PR move.

Once they arrived at the testing area, he settled in in the offered spot near the recording equipment while the team proceeded with the tests. The obvious things first, testing Bathory’s horns and tail. 

Tail’s motions are expressive and flexible enough there’s a degree of conscious control involved. Most likely can be treated as an additional appendage, although the precise degree of fine control is to be determined. 

His hypothesis proved valid, as Bathory proved the appendage to, indeed, be capable of easily matching a decent Brute’s performance in this regard. When she put her best effort into it, it easily dented metal and cracked concrete, but from what Colin could tell, such manoeuvres left Bathory dangerously exposed. Following that, there was a question of fine motor control of the tail. Here, Bathory showed that while she had a fair amount of control over the way her tail moved, the most she could manage was to wrap it around the target (a spare ballistic gel dummy) and squeeze. Which, granted, still yielded a respectably lethal result.

“I can understand why, but it feels so undignified.” The girl whined (the most open with her emotions so far, Colin noted), when one of the scientists asked her to start headbutting and ramming various things to measure how her horns compared. If not for the need for thoroughness, Colin would agree with the sentiment. Her tail was already weapon enough for Bathory, any danger Bathory’s horns would prove to a hypothetical PRT trooper could be mitigated by the same countermeasures taken against the tail. Perhaps if she really resisted arrest and wanted to ruin any chances for leniency.

Finally, they had Bathory run her… nails (claws? Colin noticed Bathory seemed to have absolutely no problems handling any task which would require normal fingers to accomplish despite the length of said… outgrowths. He stifled a growl of frustration at his own inability to properly classify the girl’s anatomy) across a variety of surfaces.

“Aaaand, that concludes the physical tests.” The man responsible for handling the data processing nodded along. “Respectable, but nothing extraordinary.”

“Brute 4 at best.” Colin agreed. Respectable was the right word. Not too crazy but definitely dangerous if unprepared for. “And with that level of enhanced strength which seems to come from an actually improved body, that means Mover 1 minimum as well. Madame Bathory.” He called out loud enough to be heard from across the area, trying another way to address her to see if he got a different reaction. From the way her smile turned up, he guessed it did, but still lacked sufficient information to fully guess the precise reason. Didn’t matter. “Do you have any means of enhanced mobility?”

“Do I… oh, right! Almost forgot!” The pinkette exclaimed, eyes widening as if she genuinely forgot. “Almost never use them….” She muttered before theatrically reaching with her hands back over her shoulders. With a flourish, she made a pulling motion, unfurling a pair of comparatively massive, bat-like wings, tip-toeing in place to balance the additional weight.

“Changer 1, sir?” The man… Carl, Colin thought his name was? Carl asked and Colin agreed with a nod, giving the ceiling and the length of the testing area a look before nodding at Bathory.

“If you would?”

Waiting a moment to allow the rest of the team to give her space, Bathory flapped her wings once, then twice before crouching and kicking off. She stayed there in the air before slowly moving around. It was… well, Colin could say that for someone who appeared as image conscious as Bathory, this was most definitely an ungracious method of movement. Not too slow to be impractical, but not particularly gracious. Granted, perhaps top speed in open air could change things but if she admitted to rarely using them, it might factor into not assuming optimal position.

“I’m thankful power classification is about threat response because this just doesn’t make any sense if that’s all regular human biology with extra bits.” Carl muttered with a shake of his head. Colin agreed. Based on birds and bats, there was no way regular human biology would allow to support that. Alas, powers often didn’t care.

“Mover 2.”

In comparison, the final obvious part of the ‘theme’ was easy. A short to medium range sonic attack originating from the mouth, a veritable, venerable breath weapon. Quite strong from the way their equipment picked it, definitely the best part of Bathory’s entire kit. A fair bit of wind up if her taking a deep breath before every use was any indication and… well, it just wasn’t complex. Blaster 5, only because cover wouldn’t work against a sonic attack and focusing on pressuring her would ensure she couldn’t reliably use it.

“Sir.” Carl spoke as they began to wind down, going over all the data while Colin kept an eye on Bathory mingling with the rest of the team and even a few troopers who wandered in to observe. She was all smiles and cutesy poses, laughing and gesticulating energetically and they seemed to be quite willing to listen to her. Colin frowned.

“Yes?”

“I have been thinking this entire time. The way she seems to know how to speak to get you to pay attention, to make her the centre of attention…” Ah, the question old as parahumans, all the more pressing ever since the Simurgh. Actual force of personality, Social Thinker or Master? That one required an actual, careful consideration, and usually it was recommended to err on the side of caution. Still, while true that Bathory knew how to get people to focus on her and her words and the pleasant to listen voice invited perhaps unwelcome comparisons to Bad Canary, none of Colin’s equipment so much as hinted at any change in brain chemistry or nervous system activity when he was interacting with Bathory personally. True, the equipment was’t fully tested against Control Masters, but given Bathory’s cooperativeness and forthcoming with her abilities…

“Thinker 2. Social focused.” Colin decided. “I would say we oughtn’t bother, but this way even if we are wrong about it not being a Master power, we have a fig leaf of presenting something, at the very least.”

“Got it. So, Brute/Blaster with very minor Changer and Thinker aspects. She truly has a theme of the devil, doesn’t she?” Carl joked.

Dragon, more likely, given the thickness of the tail and the precise shape of the wings and horns, Colin corrected in the privacy of his mind. Not that anyone would particularly care.

All in all, a very pleasantly straightforward evaluation, and the readings did prod him towards some ideas for improvement in his sensors. Smiling slightly, Colin nodded to himself. In the end, it wasn’t a waste of time after all.

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♦Topic: Brockton Bay Idol Scene Rebirth?

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► MuskyVixen (Original Poster) (Unverified Cape)

Alright, so the first part of the context. The last two, maybe three days, there have been a bunch of fliers being distributed around, mostly Docks and the more Empire-free areas of Downtown, advertising a concert happening soon at the beachfront. And yeah, I hear you, sane people, ‘MuskyVixen, an open air concert at the start of January, on the beach?’ What kind of idiot tries to do a concert off-season, in this city, for their debut?

A parahuman idiot, apparently. Like, unless this… Bloody Pure Idol Eli (incredible naming sense, girl, you do you, by the way) has managed to do what literally no other parahuman independent in Brockton Bay could and managed to somehow convince Parian to do her whole aesthetic, we’re looking at either a Changer or another Kanabo situation and thus someone who doesn’t get the option of hiding their identity.

Context part two, either for those unfamiliar with the history of Japanese immigration to the Bay or Japanese culture before Leviathan slammed his barbed, unlubed dick up our asses. First things first, idols are… pretty much just singers. They are singers. Cute girls looking cute and trying to sound good while making it big in the ruthless, cutthroat world of showbiz. We will leave the analysis of the darker aspects of the business model for another time, maybe. But the basic thing is that idols, as the name implies, were supposed to be successful female singers with legions of thirsty, desperate fans ready to gobble up any and all merch. The exact nature of the idol’s relationship with her fans varied but at the time Leviathan paid Kyushu a visit, there was basically a transitional period between ‘unapproachable ideal female’ and ‘interacting with the fans (purity still heavily implied)’.

Now, there have been a few attempts by the diaspora to drum up money that way a couple of times in the Bay. There was a gang by the name of Eight Precepts who tried to do the whole yakuza song and dance of wiggling their way into semi-official part of the life that way, sponsored a small group called Keihatsu. Got got by the Teeth, alongside Precepts. Maybe if they had a parahuman or two to their name they would’ve succeeded, I dunno.

There was BB99, a group of five plus their manager, they were making fairly good progress. And then, because no one in the US can have nice things, just as they were doing a show for the… was it kindergarten or primary school? For kiddies, anyway. Slaughterhouse paid us a visit and took that specific school for their base while in the city. Ouch. 

The last push was literally just before Lung swung into town. Another gang sponsorship, this one by Ronins, a bunch of Black Kaze’s simps who somehow made their way to the States. Now, Ronins had a pair of parahumans to act as the security detail for their girls so they really managed to last. Personally, I am of the opinion they did for so long because Slaughterhouse doesn’t do repeated visits and the Teeth were kicked out of the city by the Slaughterhouse. So what went wrong this time? Well, a brilliant idea of trying to be famous in Nazi Central. That’s right, we’ve got an Empire visit this time. Now, that particular Empire cape actually died shortly after doing the lynch, but yeah.

So there you have it folks. Three times was not a charm, but perhaps if the performer in question is a parahuman themselves it will go right this time, right? The fact the girl looks European might actually stay the Empire's hand, even!

Anyway, thank you for coming to my Bob Talk.

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►Nutty

This time it will be ABB that will murder the girl for appropriating their culture, lol.

►RickyRoll

Why does anyone want anything to do with this accursed town is my first question.

►Robby-G

Implicating we can afford to leave and get a house in some less shit city.

Lmao. Lol, even.

►Ball-chan

> This time it will be ABB that will murder the girl for appropriating their culture, lol.

Nah, Lung is a chill guy. Doesn’t care as long as you don’t actively poke him.

►Nutty

Lmao. Lung, chill? Mr ‘my power is being roided rage dragon’?

►Hanabi

And how many raids does ABB do compared to Empire? Lung and his lieutenants are perfectly content to sit in Asia Town and not bother anyone.

►Robby-G

Except for any ABB cape that tries to be expansionist. Dragon Man might not care. He also doesn’t give a shit if his capes go out and start shit, so long as he gets his cut. Remember that nutfuck Blemish?

►Hanabi

Blemish was bugfuck insane vigilante. That he was an Asian and that he kept going after heroes are two different facts.

►Nutty

>going after the heroes

That sounds like a villain to me, kin

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►Specific Protagonist (Cape Groupie) (Writer)

>Japanese culture before Leviathan slammed his barbed, unlubed dick up our asses

As the world’s greatest hydrokinetic, Leviathan is, by the very definition, always lubed-up. Alas, we lack the data on the texture of the moby dick.

►Victim Girl 

>always lubed-up.

Implicating that he wouldn’t use his powers to go in bone dry to make us really scream.

►RickyRoll

…

What a day to have eyes.

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♦Topic: The new Parahuman Idol, Bathory

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►Bagrat (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know) 

Alright folks, you know the drill by now. New cape shows up, has an actually good idea of letting us know they aren’t about to murder anyone, arranges a meeting. Now, this one is a little bit different from usual because of the reason behind her coming in for power testing. Parahuman performers have been a touchy subjects since Simurgh showed up, so this is basically PRT putting its approval mark on her career and as such, the thread is both official Bathory cape info thread and Bloody Pure Idol Eli (as many, many people undoubtedly commented by now, she definitely has a naming sense of all time) career discussion thread.

Now, onto your usual Officially Approved Leaks!

Basic info is that Bathory has permanent horns and lizard tail, some funky nails plus ‘naturally’ pink hair, so, y’know, no secret identity for her.

The official ratings are Brute 4, Blaster 5, Mover 2, Thinker 2, Changer 1.

►DesuVult

Good gods, that girl really fucking lucked out on the power, huh.

►SpiderSays

It does seem a bit egregious but could be chalked up to the precise details of how her powers work. Remember, the ratings are there to help PRT troopers know how to respond. Higher rated Blasters usually mean you shouldn’t assume cover will do shit.

►BirdWatcher

Huh. I was kinda expecting a Master rating just like Bad Canary got when she started her career.

►Parian (Verified Cape) (Independent)

Because every Blaster out there has to deal with Behemoth comparisons, right? Seems she just lucked out on that.

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►C53_Lover (Writer) (Cape Groupie)

This is almost as bad of a tease as Kanabo has been. It’s almost a good, proper monstergirl pussy as god intended only to chicken out at the last possible second.

►Specific Protagonist (Cape Groupie) (Writer)

Fuck you, all parahumans should be loved and lewded equally. She is cute, nuff said. The monster bits really just add options.

►Wedgie 

>all parahumans

Hello, yes, Child Protection Services?

►Specific Protagonist (Cape Groupie) (Writer)

You know what I mean. Legally Aged Up AUs exist for a reason.

►PaleWarrior

You sick freaks, this girl cannot be possibly older than 14. How did anyone let her go out wearing that!?

►MuskyVixen (Unverified Cape)

Because women aren’t considered adult unless they have tits the size of basketballs with hips and ass to match, eh? 

►PaleWarrior

It definitely helps avoid awkward explanations! Add proper hair and eye colour and you just have an ideal woman.

►Specific Protagonist (Cape Groupie) (Writer)

…

Oh my god, you are a Fenja/Menja simp, aren’t you? Like, one of the hardcore ones.

►MuskyVixen (Unverified Cape)

You can say ‘Empire groupie’, darling, no one will blame you.

►PaleWarrior

> you are a Fenja/Menja simp, aren’t you?

Twins, they are!

►Specific Protagonist (Cape Groupie) (Writer)

You do you, buddy.

> You can say ‘Empire groupie’, darling, no one will blame you.

Unlike you, I’m not a parahuman, Foxxy, so I’d rather veer closer to caution.

►Nutty

I’m just impressed there’s apparently parahumans Specific doesn’t consider fuckable.

►Specific Protagonist (Cape Groupie) (Writer)

Oh no, Fenja and Menja are perfectly fine pieces of almost stereotypically Aryan ass. They are just a bit… basic? Sure giantess porn has its venues to explore and twins are a very popular fetish for a reason but it’s just… they are kinda the white bread of the parahuman lusting?

Also, kinkshamers need dunking on at every occasion.

►TinMother (Moderator)

On-topic please. NSFW section of the forum, where this discussion belongs, is that way.