Mike one testing testing testing. All right, let's go Out of that work Okay, how about this one problem is I don't think we've ever actually fixed anything in post at least not a long time. Oh, thank you But anyway, yeah, shall we get started? All right, welcome to worm a pair of human radio cereal The series of fans project paying tribute to wildbows web cereal worm contains graphic violence strong language and adult subject matter Let's hear his questions advised In 1982 a man with extraordinary powers feared over the Atlantic Ocean ushering in a new era of heroes and abominations across the world People against about powers of their own turning them upon the world in violent destructive ways.
So it began the age of pair of humans This is the story of Brock and Bay 30 years later an American city dominance dominated by the villains of his age Places nearby Amy and Victoria could have gone to that fifth direction They were running the shelter underneath the center library and the one in your worst going in front of the live And I remember that one if we're gonna check those locations then I guess if I had a preference said rather We check the library first bad associations with the other spot. I thought you'd be proud I don't know how many I really saved it was the first time I did anything that someone else could point to in college And somehow I can't find myself to be proud about it And it's like that dream of being a hero that I always kind of had just faded away in the face of reality Well, we're glad to have you whatever your reasons. Thanks You know the people keep asking that don't be a dick She's asking because she cares we're asking because we care and you know that if it was one of us that went through what you did You don't want to make sure we were in the right headspace to go against the nine You'd tell us if you weren't feeling right. Yeah, that idea what I felt and it wasn't good.
Yeah, that's good enough I mean it's a cool up and we're probably okay to go we should decide where we're going and how we're gonna make our approach If they're waiting for their teammates, they'll stand beside the shelter for the time being We'll be in a better position if we don't try anything overly complicated like a cancer attack if there's more than one exit We can hit them hard enough to send answer ballistic in my bones I don't disagree you two will have an idea if they're making their way out of the other exit The two shelters are coast on another, but I'm still a little worried They'll leave one location while we're checking out the other I almost want to split up is that worth the risk of having a half our group caught off guard by the nine And what the other half can arrive a better question is whether we can afford to let them get away If we miss this chance to go on the offensive and let them escape They go into hiding and work out a strategy and we're not exactly in the good book So we'd be the primary target damn right Salah, what if no What if I said at the library while you guys checked out the other side? I can fly it's faster for me to get there And we want to be one mistake away from you being killed if not worse Hear me out They're only real long-range attackers Jack right if I'm flying the others won't be able to touch me You think I think but if Jackson that location I'd be able to send soon before you got to beat on me If that's the case I can just attack with that expose myself and I can alert you guys Assuming he's not two steps ahead of us and waiting at some vantage point somewhere nearby He's a long-range combatant stays out of the way and makes surgical strikes then relocates to another vantage point Currently if I might have the only thing that keeps him from doing it at all the time is I got to stay involved with his team and keep them under control With less teammates to manage he's liable to go on the offensive But I have the ability to find him before he finds me Amy gave me bugs that increased my range I'll be taking on some risk But if it means we're able to check both locations at the same time and keep an eye out for the nine It's the best way to check the balance we need the balance minimal risk to maximum effect You're probably safe because you're all together and you'll vastly outnumber them I'll be safe because I'm airborne and I'll have the advantage of an only warning Offensively you guys will have the travelers and bitch. I'll have my bugs Don't stop counting your bugs last time round. I have a few things in mind.
Well for sure She's not the only person who gets a say a name a better option than we all go to the library's shelter Then we all go to the shelter what I've been attacked safer smarter If you're worried about me being defenseless region can come with me There's a reason we're keeping that pair close to us if she gets taken down if he gets taken down You'll have to deal with Shatterbird on top of everything else. We're capable of handling her. I think I don't know if you are Just just go the same contact Atlas knocks that down on the rooftop distance away. No sign of them.
The bull door behind the library was closed and sealed That noise down below had to be Siberian. She still held the truck Legend was somewhere up in the air seemed to be going out of his way to keep her above ground and exposed Hacking only when he had to I did what I could tell legend sending bugs at the truck Some called into the exhaust others into the undercarriage the driver's seat was empty I set the bugs to the back nothing with my bugs that draw words in midair high above me truck empty Siberian bluff Tattletail legend fighting Siberian here, but the marker isn't in the truck I think he's in the vault with jack and bones off if someone sealed over this door because the bike man or someone tore it down My guts telling me that the nine didn't gather inside and welch up behind them I can't ignore the possibility that bone sauce fighters did one in twenty chance I guess well not about thirty seconds after Sundance her burns through right a few more things that are bugging me Can I use her brain? Sure. Legend's fighting Siberian here.
It feels wrong. He's working to pin her down to slow her movements as much as he can I know he's probably buying time trying to wear her other self out But why not a place with flatter terrain? Why not a place where they'll be less covered for her less collateral damage? I know Sabine goes where she wants it if her other self is in the shelter.
That's probably a big reason she came, but You're gut saying something's off. Okay. I guess the protector have more of a plan than the one firebombing They're going to do it again. No the first one going by what you said when I picked up It hasn't done much for our side.
It's gonna be something else and we don't know what no clue well What else minor but if her other self is in the shelter where her jacket bone saw and if they're in the shelter Where's have your insular body? Well, she spent years with them They have a report and they're depending on one another. Maybe he falls away safe to approach them Maybe nothing more specific. Don't know how much to work with what else is going on legend's holding back Considering his strength.
I guess I get that he's trying to win a fight of attrition But as far as I can tell he hasn't changed his tactics or the pacing of his attacks much since I informed informed him that the creator isn't in the truck He's buying time for something someone. Maybe screen is headed this way. No wait Don't get that fine We just got inside there aren't here Oh, how do I open it? I can't say until I see the control panel myself My shelters are supposed to open with a command from the PHQ which was a lot annihilated right or the PRT headquarters on the director's order There's bound to be another code that I can be used in case those places get knocked out of admission How did they get him?
I've got a tinker she works primarily with biology But that's not gonna be a full extent of bone saws knowledge Well, there's some basic hacking isn't out of the question anyways I can't figure out when I get I can figure out when I get there unless you want to take brute force the brute force Well, I don't have enough brute force and neither to that list legend does we're on our way So you have you right I drew more words in the air with my buttons near legend found the nine underground shelter Maybe civilians inside Siberian had thrown the trunk and he obliterated it legend turned my way in flew towards the library the eight beams he fired turned Hit the outside into the bolt door with precision the door top was free 20 years So people were inside the shelter standing there it was metal on their bodies like backpacks or prosthetic body parts There were three more inside that I wasn't feeling so generous as to call them people two men and a prix adolescent girl The casting lace bugs went straight for the eyes Jack reacted as a man that bone saw was unfazed I saw Siberian flicker mandibles bit into flesh seeking not to pinch and inflict pain but to wound mutilate Don't saws hands were smooth as glasses she reached for her belt to be soft short as the silk strands tangled her ceramic fingers Jack caught her several times and eventually the threads around her fingers were severed I withdrew the tissues I'd want in my pocket tested the lighter then held it out to ignite the first tissue Bones I had her smoke going despite my efforts to rebind her fingers and I could feel it murdering my bugs in mass The trail of burning tissues made their way inside the shelter. I could feel the bugs die as they hit the smoker It had been too much to hope for that the smoke was random Legend dove straight for the shelter Siberian give chase the scatter bugs I have the fringes of the extermination spoke gave me only a half-combed picture legend inside blasting Lazer in the direction of the cloud where Jack bones hot on Siberian's creator We're you grab one of the civilians or standing dumbly in the shelter only to get mauled she latched onto him and the others did the same Trying to drag him down Another laser speared out of the top of the library followed soon after by legend something's up take cover and get back Self-womber street across the sky just had the floor I heard that they got the individual effects the same angle a cloud of yellow green smoke being pulled into a spiral around the vortex Which was causing a section of the library that could turn into glass to shatter and poke This clear brilliant mixed colors I could barely look at trying to scatter just open a bombous faceless fleshy monsters One monster made it four steps before being turned to dust where the dust touched the more dust was created until the vortex expanded enough to start coming it all in Something with might have been an endless chain reaction The effects spread and expanded all down the street a strip of this madness three-box wide extended into the midst of midst of the Blaze from the previous bombing run Thank you for your assistance someone was misguided or off target by the team make a difference Crawlr mannequins are being the blast site How do they disengage while keeping them there? They did disengage Clockwalker mentioned Heather mannequins plays crawled her freedom self the same trap by tearing himself into a moveable object It was put go who managed to keep crawler in the blast area She had well passed on a message telling crawler what we were head planned He was so tickled at the idea that we would be able to hurt him that he stayed where he was while the team made the retreat Just like that apparently so if he survived he didn't and the other three remains to be seen civilians are dead But it's something of a mercy Oh, and so's mechanical spiders were built as their skeletons along her to remotely control them Can't rotimay take this it feels like it was on the verge of collapse already and add this mess to the fire bombing Can we really come back from it? You know the city better than me I'm sure I like to think people are stronger than they appear at first glance Perhaps the same goes for cities as well.
I'd like to think so, but if I'm being realistic What no fucking way Siberian flicker violently as she crouched crouched behind Jack and bone saw one hand on each in between three of them was a man hunched over Legend they haven't seen us. I'd like to take out Jack and then don't solve what they're distracting non-guarded I just need Siberian to step away or let go of them see that I can't my eyes are better than most minor benefit my power The backs of his hands perhaps you make up the tattoos cold runs left hand just one on the right I don't follow no, I suppose you wouldn't doesn't mean it doesn't mean we know who he is someone I know and old capers No a scholar my teams are on their way. That's good. The Undertiders and travelers are too.
I'm going to go film We need the back off another one. No seems replacing the worst case scenario We're winning you guys took out two of them and we got them on the defensive exactly We're winning and we broke enough of Jack's rules for his game now I feel we're about to see whatever punishment it was that bones are prepared for us We're here. How did it go? Whatever the fuck they just dropped on the city and apparently took out crawler and mannequin Oh, I'll believe it when I see it.
I think that was because of the stuff they just used what about the other members of the nine They're on the run last I saw Siberian's creator looked pretty rough I'm not sure if the spider bites instincts will kill him or if bones all men should interact it Depends on whether legend and the other heroes can keep up the assault long enough to keep on suffer getting to work You found them Siberian and legend? Yeah, legend told me to scram and case bones I'll deploy said she's been holding over our heads and so I don't get in the way I Wouldn't feel bad about it. It means we can serve as a backup I think you're I was lose and this threat do we know what it is some zombie apocalypse? No, she sees herself as an artist She's gonna want to do something like it just as off guard something that scares us away in a way that a simple horror movie master Just wouldn't I don't know about you guys, but monster scare me enough says the girl can vaporize buildings and gave Leviathan pause for thought If I had been broke half the bones in my body the only reason I'm standing here is panacea Well, you two do raise a point though caves are powerful if she wanted to scare the locals She'd done she's done that I'd be willing to bet the ace that she has her sl- the ace that she has the first thing is gonna be more aimed at scaring people like us Like legend she wants to terrorize the strongest target people who look who everyone looks up to in fear You know she's shown she knows how to save all powers if she did that on a larger scale then I know that she wouldn't have used the dust in the darts if that was the big reveal doesn't make sense tactfully because we could have come up with a Way to deal and skitters partially in you anyways, and it doesn't make sense or artistically either You have to think of her as less for the scientist or a doctor and more of a performer And if we're lucky we won't have to worry about bones on supply plan for the worst if you're right you're prepared if you're wrong You're pleasantly surprised heard that one before still true can't plan for this.
I'm going to hate tinker's people with Enhanced sensors and tinker's and by our many cleaners. Sorry, it's not answer We can't guess what she's come up with because her tinker abilities make her so versatile and that means we can't preemptively set any countermeasures That's in a vial assuming that vial she was showing off with a real weapon something to do with water She said you guys haven't been drinking anything except bottled water I've even been making my tea with it, and we know there's going to be a strategic purpose behind it beyond causing terror We're getting into that headspace again total to I'm done now Is this such a problem? You can give us answers about this thing. That's good, right?
If I'm taking deep enough for answers that I'm losing sight of other things it means I'm probably speculating and that tends to mean I'm generating false positives Heading down the wrong path to the wrong conclusions I told her to stop me if I'm doing it and skitters right when she says that we can't anticipate was bones What bones I was gonna do so it's pointless anyways if we did want to take countermeasures we should maybe think about tracking down Amy or figuring out where she is. They say she didn't exactly leave us on good terms I know but she can counteract whatever bones I does unless she falls victim to it after too bad incidents downtown I'll lay on she's heading up towards the docks It gives her the best odds of finding a place that's empty where she and glory gold can hide. Oh, oh the water was turning crimson That alone might have been spooky enough, but it was spreading over hundreds of feet in a matter of seconds And there was a thin metal red mist rising in its wake I was on top of Atlas in a second and then they are a second later. How was it spreading so fast?
She must've set it up beforehand. She just needed catalyst. I like take off with shetuber it everybody else in the dogs now Some answers then Tristan had slowed the progression down our flooded street, but it wasn't enough for my perspective I could see the water on adjacent streets undergoing the same transformation Get to hide round Bitling leaps from a side building in an alleyway scrambled for a whole building to a building face behind him Tempting the zigzag movement that the dogs had done so many times before except he wasn't as agile as the other dogs The water term crimson beneath him and then the vapor began to rise faster than badly was climbing I hurried over a taller building and hopped off sending Atlas over to the other group Trickster swapped me with Tattletail and I hope hopped over to ferry myself to the roof again I was on the building again when trickster swapping percent answer It left him myself and badly standing on the roof top. Okay, let me try something Okay, and I'm up and it's still rising.
There's a toy building over there. We should have their before the mitts gets up here I caught mazma is there really any point it might surprising it won't is that an educated guess or it's not what does it do poison something else? Well, probably something else or it's poison, but it's designed to do something besides kill us. How are the others doing?
I think they're caught I don't know what to do you have a gun You have your bugs if the nine are gonna let their guard stop It's gonna be now all the ones who are still left are priority targets Finish off Siberian and taking jacket bones out of action will be doable. You're saying I should leave you know That's ridiculous. Let's get you to a higher ground. It's futile You'll be buying us a little time and this is looking pretty inevitable.
Your time is better spent going after the night if you can't find them Or it's too dangerous buying panacea. This isn't negotiable. I can't do anything for grew and reach a liberalistic reach it tried He failed let me do this for you fine, but you have to hurry I remember some bugs together remember that they're not as dense as our bodies are so we need more than you think We're going to swap them for one of us. I flew for the tallest building in the area I turned around the way to trickster to swap me I built a drawing sensation as he swapped my bones to his location some answer appeared beside me They didn't say anything but they were both really quiet while he flew off and then Tattletail said it doesn't look like her final workout tell her I'm sorry Trixter teleported me here before I could say anything or ask what she meant Why isn't he teleporting to hell out or himself?
They're still trying to get slower with distance and difference in mass But maybe it's too slow and he doesn't think he'd have time to run or you're going to be okay I don't know when you've left all these my power and I guess I'll wait here until I keep being alone Like I can count on one hand the number of times I've actually been on my own when I was little I was always with my mom or always in school always not these collectivities ballet violin lyrical dance voice lessons acting lessons Never a moment to think for myself even after I stopped all that I was with my friends always in the group I stared at the Tattletail and trickster. I couldn't make out their faces But my bugs could make out the shapes of sounds that had to be words. They were having conversations just like we were I remember you said it was lonely being on the travelers. It was it but I was still with them part of the group The time I spent my territory is the longest I spent my own actually managing the territory scaring off all close people That was easy being all in my own was unfamiliar ground so crushing I wound up going back to Quail's face and spending time with Noel and Oliver but being alone agonizing over everything that's been going on no distraction but now I'm alone You're going to go out to the nine and I'll wait here I'll have my own going crazy as I wait and watch and see just what happens to them If I picked up on anything over the last few months of wearing a costume It's that humans are stronger than you'd expect we can endure a hell of a lot of punishment before we break and even after we're broken We tend to keep on going could be physical punishment getting stabbed getting started broken bones could be mental I'm using a loved one being tortured even the way I feel like breaking down and crying over the fact that just about every other member of my team is probably fucked But I'm holding myself together humans can put up with a hell of a lot I don't think this is the right time for optimism optimism No, it's a double-edged sword if we weren't so resilient so tenacious as a species I don't think we'd be having this much trouble with Jack.
I don't think mannequin or Siberian would even exist like they do now I'd almost call it pessimistic almost speaking of Jack and Siberian go I'll try to protect myself I rose higher as I approached the epicenter of the miasma I see all the spread of the streets and veins surrounding buildings in a crimson embrace spilling out into the ocean with somehow fading out there I set my bugs down into the miasma drawing them together into a swarm and placing them strategically painting a mental picture of the area legend was attacking but he wasn't fighting the nine he was shooting at teammates I had they gone berserk rage no I sense others hiding in fact it seemed to be the primary concern of the people in the miasma paranoia What was standing with his back to the wall swinging at anyone who approached vista was backing away from two adults She got too close to legend and he fired a spray of laser blast at her No I could sense the ground ball just bearing up in the pillar as to move to onto a nearby rooftop Vista no stop get away. Hold on I'm safe. That's just what they would say Who the nine in what universe would I be a member of the nine shut up don't try to convince me just back off me Until this all stops. I just want help leave She used her power extending the pillar well over my head and then changed it off at the top So it fell that apparently was enough to get legend's attention He raised one hand in my direction and I veered away taking a base of the movers It makes me by foot circled around and struck me on that list before I could cancel out his momentum and change direction When I opened my eyes, I was seeing red and not in the metaphorical sense I was in the midst of the miasma and the girl was warping a wall on top of the wall Stay down If you try to trick on me little girl, I'll shoot you I'm gonna turn my back and run if you press shooting me in the back I'll show you what I can really do I tried to think back to my prior experiences with her and found nothing What was her name was I suffering from brain damage another concussion.
I did a series of multiplication addition and subtraction in my head Not general brain damage, apparently amnesia My name is cedar. I thought Taylor and hebert 16 born in Brockton Bay student at win so high ex student member of the undersiders What my mom think to see me now my mom her face Again that gap the chasm nothing I couldn't remember her face the details her mannerisms even having memories we chaired they were gone There was only an empty void where there should have been I couldn't remember my dad either the other undersiders their faces Their costumes their personalities their mannerisms all gone. I didn't know the people who were on the rooftop with me the man Who floated in the air of the girl he was shooting in the back now out cold I couldn't make the mental connection between the nine and their appearances or their powers Sun answers worries about being alone struck me. We were all alone now Every single one of us from teams to individuals everyone was planning for themselves because they couldn't afford to trust the others The man with the blue and silver mask floating over to where he was ready to dispatch me to knock me out Just in case I was a threat.
So freak me out. Stay. He said the level of the rooftop That's he floated down above the street aiming more blast at the others alone I slowly began to crawl out from under the wall I managed to slide my upper body out on the fifth attempt to begin a slow process of getting my midsection and hips past the Mass of the concrete shelf. I double check the atlas have been hurt by the man's lasers and climbed on top of him There was destruction below and signs of the mad fighting between capes sheets of paper frozen in time I'm ill box destroyed all light post toppled also in the midst of the red water Everyone had flatter been knocked out of commission I turned on conscious roll over to the recovery position and started to drag a wounded man out under the middle of the road A monster bigger than a car of one of bitches dogs or is it crawler?
I drew my buds around me into a child simultaneously forming decoy swarms couldn't stop down couldn't stop I had to treat every one I met as an enemy Tell tale how did you get here on the dog? I didn't remember its name, but it wasn't as effective as we were this effect is tailored for people most are hiding my powers Kind of you work around this gas. I think I brought grew to what is this image? Oh, yeah, we haven't forgotten.
Just I can't use the knowledge We have looking at the others I think they're just like prions like bone sawed news with the power and elification darts It's hallucinations when it matched with the heavy prime exposure prions are small enough to pass through the water filtration and gas maps barely folded protein That force the other proteins into identical shapes perpetuating the problem if she found a way to die members specifically target the parts of the brain She wanted she might get results like work spirits in a really bad case It caused some lesions on the brain to give you a hallucination. How long does it last forever? It's incurable and it's thermo But can I say it could fix it? Oh, there's hope right.
Let's grab grew and formulate a plan Hey, you can drop the gun now. Sorry, a little paranoid That's fair, but we're short on time if others are getting lesions on the brain that means they could die soon. Seizure, violent mood swings, loss of motor control It could spell Jacob as a prime disease, but the progressions here faster Who are logical disorder caused by eating the meat of a cow and feckin with mad cow disease? You have prions in your head, and you're slowly die.
We'll suffer any personality changes, memory losses, and vivid hallucinations It costs right here, hours and dead weeks, and as people experience mood shifts with anger and fear Or if the hallucinations get worse, the fighting among teammates will too. It could ugly. If we're gonna save everybody we need any for that We need to ask a cherish. Oh, you remember capturing a member of the 9th, uh, and we can find one?
Uh, I know, but some ones aren't working consistently. With the tape. Yep. Is this skitter?
Skitter? This is skitter. Please put the gun down. What's it gonna take to get you to trust me?
The fight with Empire in the 8th smokes. When I made the human shaped tower of bugs for the first time and they shot into it while they crouched inside I don't remember that. I'm sorry. I might not look like it, but it's affecting me too.
I'm just gonna use my card uncover the answers we need. You can keep the gun. I'll keep my hands above my head. Grew, stand back.
She got in her knees, walked through the flood and street on her knees until her forehead was pressed against the barrel of the gun. I know, I'm a pain in the ass sometimes. I know we've had our ups and downs. I know I've kept away too many secrets for someone who calls her's out the adult ale, but I trust you.
Now, even if it hurts your heart telling you, I don't think that's a good enough reason to trust you. Darn it. Um, let me think. Do you want to go ahead without her?
Go somewhere safe. There's a lot of house-nine fantasy at first. What if things get much worse? I want to help really, but...
Help, but you're suspicious. And you feel bad being suspicious, because of everything we've been through. Our close calls, I know how scared and suspicious you feel, because I feel the same way, except I trust Haddle Tail. I do too, and I trust her.
If I could be sure she was Haddle Tail. Trust your heart. This doesn't work. This is going to lose us the fight and all the danger we've been through in our fights against the nine will be for nothing if they win here.
I don't disagree, but that line of thinking isn't going to make you drop the gun. He dropped his arms around me. It felt awkward and stiff and clumsy, but somehow that made it feel more right, but like a real head would have felt off somehow. He was warm.
Prior to number one, we get in contact with Cheers. Run that. We can decide whether or not we want to track down Penisayer, or go after the slaughterhouse line. Keep checking your cell phone.
The second we have service, call Coyle. Coyle is our boss, and since he's sitting away, he won't be affected. So he'll just be able to place the name and fill us in on the details. The egg nose has blocked us from us.
It's not the end of the world, after all. So you know we're fucking cured of them, you guys, but they're better. Don't swear. Now, your powers are working, all right?
My powers, was it? Don't want to get it wrong, you know? Control them, see if they're on. No, I can't see if they're on.
I can't see if they're on the rise or here, but they do. It's mainly touch. Just wanted to check. If I asked you what my power was, no idea.
Okay, and if I said I was born in Mexico, could you tell me where I was born? Didn't you just say? Yeah, repeat it back to me. You were born in Mexico.
This short-term recollection is still good, at least. Well, that would be why you can retain the information grew, and I shared it with the past few minutes. That big beetle of yours, you want to name it? I was.
That would be the short-term memory again. Your power probably gives you enough contact with it, that you don't lose track of who and what it was. So as long as that keeps working, we don't need to worry about you and groove forgetting who we are in the middle of a conversation. But for us, we might lose track of each other if we split up, so let's stay close, okay?
Okay. Can you use the bugs to scatter surroundings? This will go much more smoothly if we don't need to worry about running into people. Nobody in the way.
We fucking hate this. Me too. Every manage we kill because we're a team. We belong together.
We may need to stand together as a team student even later. We're being followed. Bye-hoo! That's a silly question, I guess.
Die them up, create some decoys, right? We should keep moving. You're not tying them up? Sorry, I need to prep for it first.
I'll make it move in a minute. For now, we should act normal. Fine. Is Pernoyo a side effect to the mist?
Could be. As the symptoms progress, you could have fixed its anger. Pernoyoia, hallucinations, or it could be a progress in another direction. A broader ignosia with the inability to recognize anything.
Not just people. Let's hope it doesn't come to that. I'm going to bite her now. If it doesn't work, or if she has a way of breaking free, we should run with a decoys for cover.
The bug swarmed off her sewer. She tripped at this hill point, taught mid-stride and thought her hands had no wall. We should investigate. Make sure she isn't a threat and deal with her if she is.
Oh, but this may ask by affecting us, there's no way to be sure of exactly what we're dealing with. We have Tattletail. She can tell us that the person in the member of the slaughterhouse died. Tattletail's not?
What? I was going to say she's not always right, but I still have that black hole in my memory of her, so I'm not sure where that's coming from. Something to keep in mind if I still think we should check this person out. I agree.
Come on! We stopped a few hundred feet away from the woman. She hadn't made it back to her feet after a phone through the ground. Grew to her knife.
Hey, what are you doing? She's obviously a member of the slaughterhouse not. Ophelion? Because I must have missed something.
It doesn't seem that clear to me. Why is she wearing a mask like that? If not to filter out the mask? She know about it in advance!
Maybe there's another explanation. It could have something to do with her powers. It doesn't. If you guys are going to do it, they aren't going to do it.
I can't. She was following us. She was prepared for the mask. I'm positive.
She's a bad guy. My power, you know. If we can't be certain with my power, I'm five hundred percent sure. Trust me.
No, skaters. Right. Okay. She could be playing posses.
Best to avoid being nervous. Keep our distance and finish her. That's not what I meant. Let's just leave.
I'll make that phone call to her. We'll get the information we need to get ourselves cured or checked on the night. Cherish could lie. Maybe we'll use our own judgement to corroborate her facts.
Have you forgotten how aggressively we've been going after the slaughterhouse night? The attacks, the harassment, capturing Cherish and shattered her. And now we want to leave one of them there. We don't have to get close to her to take her out.
You have the gun. Trust me. No. No, but we're a team skater.
We're supposed to trust one another when the chips are down. Have each other's backs. No. Explain.
Let me ask what. If it makes us paranoid, it could be colouring our perceptions here. Even title tales. I wouldn't know what.
Maybe but I'm not certain enough of that to take another life. You nearly took Siberia? Yeah, sure, but that was different. I don't see how.
It bugs me. This is too easy. If the night where this easy to take out, we wouldn't be in the situation. Sounds like a pretty thin justification for backing out.
Yeah. Why are you pushing so hard for this? Did you forget what they did to me? No, but- Where's your anger?
Your outraider? Don't you care? I care, it's- Then end this. I can't give me the gun then.
Just use your power. I want skater to acknowledge that she doesn't care enough about her team or about me to do what's necessary. She can do that right, being she doesn't have the courage to shoot and allow me to do it. That's not what this is about.
Murder is serious. You don't kill without being absolutely certain it's right. And nothing certain for as long as we're under the influence of this miasma. And you call yourself a super there.
I call myself skater. If someone wants to stick with me with some other label that's their issue to deal with, not mine. You're not giving me the gun. No.
So you don't care at all about what happened to me. You don't care about this team and you don't look down on us while you do it. Temptable friends. I care.
I care more than you know. But you told me not long ago that I should follow my heart trust my gut. Fine. That's what I'm doing.
You attack her, I'll fight to save her. You'll fight me. You're a traitor now. I'm a traitor again.
I wonder why it says that the notion of you turning your coat is so ingrained in my impression of you that it jumps to mine even with a miss. That's enough. I know you like me. I can read it on your face.
I can see the way your eyes widen when you heard my name. You're an open book in some ways and I'll tell you right now. I'm pretty sure I'm in love with you. It's telling me that I could never have a relationship with you.
Never be close to you because I'll always wander and just stab me in the back or fuck me over. Feltly what's necessary in a situation like this. I'll never be able to shake that image of you as a traitor. Unless I take this gun and shoot that woman who you're convinced is a number of the nine.
I guess I have the wrong impression of you. I guess you did. I carefully holstered the gun. I'm disappointed but there's nothing I can do about that.
Just like that. We're leaving her. Seems we have to. That will tell can you use the power to make sure the lady from the nine doesn't pose a danger?
Sure. Then that's Harry. We wasted too much time here. Let me know when she's not in your range anymore.
I'll try to use my power to make sure she isn't following us. You're stubborn but we're still friends, right? Leave her be. She's out of my range.
Tell Phil. Okay. The woman was still in my range. Is that service?
The phone? Yeah. Call Coyle. We need to know what Charish is.
Speak her phone. Not troubling coming. I'll go. Skitter.
I've been made aware that Bounsar has the pillow idea she has of her sleeve. Yeah. Uh, agnostia. Agnostia inducing mist.
Herminant according to Tell Phil. I see. Agnostia. Panaseic can't reverse the effects.
She's not here. We're trying to find her. And you need Charish for that, I suppose. The woman who I tied up with the spider set was walking towards us.
Her progress was hampered by the decoys. I get my mouth shut. It wasn't a minute problem and I was more interested in gauging just how far the god Telltale's power was. Her meeting Charish would be a grave error.
Just put us in contact with her then? Telltale informed me of your code. You remember how it's put together. Yeah.
My memory's fine. It's just my ability to identify people and remember stuff about them that's fucked up. Then using a name that we're both familiar with. Dee Gangreen.
I get remember names. I don't think I can use the code. Troubling. You must understand my predicament.
For all I know, your third party uses skittest voice to make a request. Which shapeshifters impats other methods of coercion. I'd have to be very careful about the dissemination of information. I know.
What if we kept you on mine? That was a face. I have never been so sorry to miss out. We're requesting your help.
Oh, you need my help in more ways than you're aware of. Nothing I'm going to provide it. Skittles on the line, I believe. She is.
I'm here. And Telltale and Gru, of course. I'm using. Seems like Agnostia.
They're looking for Panaseia. Identifying her for us would be one way to achieve revenge on the Slothouse Knight for turning on you. Revenge? Not buying a twist in the slightest.
As my lesson and I become the foster child for teen loyalty. I'm prepared to offer you some enticements. I imagine your current quarters can't be too comfortable. Don't suppose these enticements will be handed later?
They will be provided by remote control as your food has been. Some headphones and music could be nice. The sound of the waves banging on the hall is crying to me crazy. Such could be arranged.
No, I'm totally fucking with you. Music. But Starling! I don't see your point.
Just crying to see if I can proc a reaction for you. There's so many times I can create the labels of the shipping containers before I lose my mind. That's to amuse myself somehow. What will it take for you to tell us where Panaseia is?
Oh, I'm feeling generous. And I want to see what happens. I'll tell you that is a freebie. They had Arcadia.
Somewhere on the top floor. And maybe I could offer you something and exchange for some goodwill. Maybe you'll even want to let me go free. No obligations.
I'm listening, but if this is frivolous or another waste of time. Critically important. I'll trust that you take it for what it's worth and companion kind. What is it?
Oh, it's simple. Going by what I've been able to observe around the city, they've seen to be a major concern. See Jacque Piguet to see without them? Mundus to be happy to do it.
I'm not first in Latin. A shame coil for shame. You can't sell the cultured supervillain image without the ability to make quits in an ancient language. I have the benefits of my power.
Night videos are easier to learn when you can get a sense of what the other person's feeling. That was something about Jacque. We'll keep that in English. It doesn't matter anymore.
The message was delivered. I'll leave you to think about it. I don't think you'll get much good will if we don't understand what the fuck you're talking about. Coil, we're moving out now.
Report back when you found the healer. Let's go. Arcadia, hi. The Miesle's effect had almost made me lose track of the woman chasing us.
She was fighting grappling with the mechanical spiders. She went from fighting like an ordinary individual to moving at high speeds and throwing crushing punches. Then back again. The church had been engaging in double speed, saying one thing to us while addressing the two people with me the entire time.
She told them about where she was being held captive and offered the most valuable information she had to avoid getting tortured to death after they treat her. And the way she talked about the message being received. One of the people with me had to be Jacque. I didn't waste time turning to face him.
I ripped the hair of the one girl beside me in. The knife cut the girl more than I cut me. I could feel it raking across the exterior of my costume, thawing to penetrate but slicing through the side of my cheek and up to my temple. I tried to keep hold on the girl for the sake of using her as a human shield, but I saw her reaching her addressing with joss and vials.
Jack caught her shoulders as I kicked her at him. The vials were already building up with a chemical reaction. She threw them at me. You've had to get your usefulness, skitter.
It was fun. I almost wish I'd nominated you for the nine. Your versatile and there's so many weak points I could have exploited if I had more time. With chances of information on you wasn't so misleading, I think I could have made you shoot the heroine.
To corrupt you like that, it would have been so amusing. I found one for the gun. No. So why in the world?
Interesting. The source is a little unreliable. Still I would love to see how that comes about. You won't live too.
I'll make sure he does. My swarm could feel others approaching from the heroine's direction. The mechanical spiders and dozens of them coming straight for me. Clumes of white smoke, they'll load around the girl.
She tipped off with the vials contents of an empty container and handed it to Jack. I had to use my forearms to cover my unprotected face. When I lowered my arms, they had to already turn a corner, running in the general direction of Arcadia High. In a moment, Atlas and I were in the air, giving chase.
Hammer says the humor. Top floor. Jack is the slasher. The one girl, the canvas tinker.
Hammer says the humor on top floor. Jack is the slasher. The one girl is the chemist. Every side of the word is a refrain.
As if I could hold the names and I'd done these to the major players in my short-term memory. The school was on a hill, meaning that the water that was producing in the asthma was far enough away that only traces of it reached the start. I sent Atlas down to check before venturing down myself. And I began distributing my swarm throughout the school.
I prepared silk lines across doorways and hallways to inform me of others passing through. No sign of power, Saya. There was something heavy in the air as the fly-speaker wings. The muscular addition actually simultaneously drawn oxygen in.
Whatever it was, it was dense, coin, odorless, and colorless, only extending a dozen feet around the spot. Twice I found similar traps. Both with that odorless smoke and twice I had to change my route. Eventually I heard something.
Great minds, do you think alike? I get something very similar for Siberia. Well, you shut up. We're nothing alike.
We could be. Have you ever wanted to start over? I could make you younger. We'd be the same age.
We'd wear magic outfits. Oh, I could do plastic surgery. We could be twins. Did you do that to yourself?
Make yourself young? No, Mr. Shurd. Bonesaw's immaturity is genuine.
Both NASA to how it makes her that much more creative, free in her ways. I bet you're meant in other ways. Doesn't that bother you? Him saying that about you.
And Jack knows what he's doing. I do. I know a lot of things. Don't.
I know you've got a silver tongue. I don't want to hear it. You prefer the alternative? I suppose not.
So let's dialogue. Go ahead. What's holding you back? You're capable of so much.
Of changing the world. Of destroying it while you're doing so very little. Amelia, Claire Lavera. That's not my name.
It's the name you were born with. Imagine my surprise when I found out your relation to Marquis. In my last visit to Brockton Bay, I crossed paths with each of the major players. I met the man and I must tell you, Amelia.
He was a very interesting character. I really don't want to know. I'm going to tell you. And I have another motive, but I'll get to that in a moment.
Marquis was a man of honor. He decided on the rules he would play by, and he stuck to them. He put his life in limit risk to try and keep me from killing women and children. And I decided to see if I could use that to break him.
I wouldn't have thought I failed. He killed all fathers daughter. No, Amelia. He did it.
Did you kill her? No. What I'm saying is that mannequin would not have killed a girl, even under the rest. That was one of the rules he set for himself.
If he was going to violate that rule, he would have done it when I tried to break him. All father put a contract in my head before he died because of what Marquis did, because it's a tie found out to his my dad. A letter from Dragon to Carol. Carol.
Ah, yes. Brandish. Well, I suppose either Dragon was manipulating you, or your father was manipulating Dragon and they have to get a message to you. A message?
That he's there that he exists. Perhaps he started to ensure that he wasn't forgotten by his child. He was an old-fashioned individual, so it makes sense that he tried to seek immortality through his progeny. That's stupid.
Why does something like that when someone like me could make you a mortal for a real? You're such now. Finish throwing yourself up while Amelia and I talk. Okay.
Stop saying that, please. It's not my name. Isn't it? You're your father's daughter.
Both of your bound-up and rules you could post on yourselves. His rules to find his demeanor, the boundaries he worked within, the goals he sought to achieve and how he achieved them. They were his armor as much as his power was. I would guess your rules are your weakness.
Rather than focus you, they leave you to fall free. Nothing to grasp on, except your sister there. And we both know how that turned out. I...
How do you know about this? Automotion reader picked up on some I figured out the rest. As you might expect, I'm rather familiar with damaged individuals. I'm not...
I'm not that type of damaged. I'm not a monster. No, that's... I'm not that...
Cold, worse. I almost relish being called a monster. As though I've transcended humanity and become something from myth. And according to the cherish, it may well be a destruction myth.
What? She beats an inform me that the world is going to end because of me. Not quite sure how or when I could well be that I'm a butterfly that flaps his wings and stoves a hurricane into being through a chain of cause and effect. Oh, it is, but I expect it won't end altogether.
There are always going to be survivors and if it makes for an interesting picture, after everything's gone, there'll be a new beginning. Who better the craft that remains of a new world than you and Mannequin? And Amelia? And Amelia, if she so chooses.
We could be like gods in a new world. You're crazy. According to studies, clinically the press individuals have a more accurate grasp of reality than the average person. We tell ourselves lies and lay our false holds and self-assurance over one another in order to cope with a world colored by pain and suffering.
We put blinders on. If we lose that illusion, we crumble into depression or we crack and go mad. So perhaps I'm crazy only because I see things a little bit too clearly. No, no.
You're not going to kill me if I argue. Are you? I'm liable to kill you if you don't. It's not that you see too clearly.
I think of you as worse. Oh, it costs millions of generations that led to your birth. How many of your ancestors are successful because they were cruel to others? Because they lied, cheated, stole from their kin.
But trade their brothers and sisters, world with their neighbours, killed! We know about Marquis, so that's one. Survival of the fittest, it sounds so tidy, but it's really hundreds of thousands of years of brutish, messy, violent incidents. Billions of events that you'd want to avert your eyes from if you were there to see them in person.
And that's a large part of what shape is into what we are. But we wear masks. We pretend to be good. We extend our helping hand to others for reasons that are ultimately self-serving.
And all the while we're just crude, leisure-seeking, conniving, selfish apes. We're all monsters deep down inside. Did that hit home? I'm not that kind of person.
I'm not a monster. I would kill myself before I became like that. But you see how you could be like us. It wouldn't even be that hard.
Just let go of those rules of yours. You get everything you ever wanted. Not family. Yes, family!
You guys kill each other. That's not family. You're overruling the conversation. Don't stop.
Amelia, what I say, you could have everything you ever wanted. I'm telling you that you could live free of guilt, of shame. You could have your sister by your side. No more doubt plaguing you.
No more feeling down. Have you laid in bed at night wondering praying for a world where you could have something like that? I'm telling you that. You could have those things.
I promise you. That the transition from being who you are now to being who you could be would be much quicker than you suspect. Amelia, you could let yourself cut loose and love life for the first time since you were young. Never felt like that.
Never felt care for you. Not since I could remember. Not even when I was a kid. I see.
From your earliest memories, what was that? In Marquis'e's home? No? Be taken by some heroes and heroines that would become your false family?
I see that change in expression. That would be your earliest memory. When you found yourself struggling to adjust your new home, school and life without your supervillain daddy. By this time you did figure those things out, you had other worries.
I imagine your family was distant, so you struggled to please them to be a good girl. Not that it ever mattered. They were only disappointed. You sound like Tattletale.
That's not a compliment. My ability to read people is learned and not given. I assure you. Most of the conclusions I've come to have been from the cues you've given me.
Body language, tone, things you've said and I know sorts of things and what to look for because I've met others like you. That's what I'm offering you. A chance to be with similar people for the first time in your life, a chance to be yourself. That actually have everything you want and to be with me.
I suspect you've never been around someone who actually paid attention to you. Well, Tattletale did. And Scatter. What?
I meant a long-term basis, but let's talk about that. I imagine they were telling you, no, you aren't. You can be good. But you don't believe them, did you, Amelia?
You've spent years telling yourself the opposite. You're a bad person. You're destined to be bad by circumstance and blood. And even though you didn't believe them, you'll believe me when I tell you, no, you are not a good person.
No, it's really not. You say that, but you believe me when I say, isn't it unfair? You know, fault of your own, the blood in your veins, the blood of a criminal. And that's how afflicted how your family looks at you.
You've been saddled with feelings that aren't your fault and doomed to a life without color enjoyment or pleasure. Don't you deserve to follow your passions, a decade and a half of doing what others want you to do, doing what society wants you to do. Haven't you earned the right to do what you really desire just as once? That's not really like you've been so much.
I know. So offer you a deal if you indulge yourself. We surrender. I won't even make you do it now.
Just look me me high and honestly tell me you'll do it. Drop all of the rules you've said yourself. I don't care what you do after you can wipe your sister's memories, kill yourself, run away, or come with us. And your side wins.
Aren't we winning anyways? Up for debate. I'm really quite thrilled with the current situation. Very enjoyable.
And we've certainly made an impact. This deal is a trap. You make me do it and then you'll kill me. I could, but I won't.
Do you really have anything to lose by trying? If I'm going to kill you, I'm going to kill you regardless of what you say I do. Three and a half words. I'll do it and we'll leave the city.
Somebody unseen moved and I was going to take what I could get. It left me a second to take a scene and make sure I was shooting the right people. Pennesay I stood at the far end of the room at the highest point. Process of elimination, but the thing was not her was her sister.
I would have called him to cough him, but it was clearly made of something living. A girl's face was etched into an oversized growth of bone. It was unmoving, decorative, with walks of long wavy hair that wrapped her on the sides of the diamond. Jack there!
And Bonesaw was already opening a door at the other corner before I could shoot, making her way into the hallway. Pennesay lunged toward Jack. One hand outstretched. She stopped at her tracks as he lashed out blindly with the night for a recent direction she went for her sister instead.
Jack hadn't been incapacitated. Aside from the impact of the gunshot, he didn't even see wounded. Oddly enough, moving into the hallway and putting my back to the wall made me feel like I had committed a fighting Jack. Even if I might have been in a better position to go after Bonesaw.
The levitating concert, flesh slammed through the door, spewing vitreous fluid, and a teenage girl with one hair. She rotated in the middle, saw the eyes of getting her bearings and threw herself towards Bonesaw. Not smart, not smart either of you. See, with Victoria gone, you've left me here with a hostage.
I've been turning every microbe that touches my skin into an airborne flag, Jack. You should be dead now. I mean, oh, I'm scared. I didn't know you were there.
You should be dead, too. Sorry. A little benefit of Bonesaw's smoke if I recall correctly. Something of a safeguard in case she acts only to close concoctions she hasn't immunized herself or the rest of our team against.
The fact that I worked against bugs and small rodents is a side benefit, rather than the intent. Bonesaw's work has made us members of the nine more or less immune to disease anyway. And the gunshot? House of demo mesh.
That's more protection against the spine and organs, and you landed that shot pretty close to my spine. It hurts quite a bit. Scitter. I don't care if I die.
I'd rather live with only to turn Victoria back to normal, but just don't worry about the hostage part. If I had to die, so you'd even kill this fucker, I will. I suspect Amelia that she has worried about the hostage. The monster that dwells in skitter's heart is very similar to the one in yours, and it's a lonely thing.
Desperate for a place to belong, and the only thing she wants to be brutish to is her. Don't pretend you know me, Jack. You already tried to fuck with my head. You guessed wrong.
I had bad information. Cherish had her uses, but she was never going to be a long-term member of the group. The people who are truly special. Bonesaw, Siberian me.
They last. Perhaps Madigan, but it's hard to say. He's not terribly social, and he's been with us for some time. You too have your differences, of course, Amelia.
You are burdened by guilt, as you're burdened by your rules and so much else. I'd like to think again about how nice it would be to be free. No. Alas.
Well, while I'm interpreting you too, I'd say skitter is driven by guilt. What makes you feel so guilty about girl? There's always some guilt related to family. Tell me what would your mother think to see you on average day?
Or can't you remember why she even looked like with that miasma? I almost forgot it. I grit my teeth to remind myself to keep from opening my mouth, and grasp the cords of that my bugs have turned it together. I loop them around, Alice's horn, and then it ran down the hallway, still keeping low.
Skitter, aren't you going to reply? You are pathetic, Jack. I'd intended to provoke him, and I'd succeed it. He leapt through the open window of the other half of the doors.
The feeling of a silk cord weight dropped into virtually nothing is the satch-cutted. He caught me in the side of the kick, but I had been a former momentum that I crashed into him anyways. We fell to the ground, and I reached for the smoking vial that hung around his neck. Jack already had the stiletto in one hand.
He jagged toward my eye, and I jerked my head back out of the way, bandening my attempt to get the vial. Using one elbow, he shoved me to the side, then flipped over, simultaneously reversing his grip on the knife with another hand, and dragging it down toward the sides of my head. As I fled, he was already foaming up. It was blindly I rushed for the classroom.