endbringer, meet gun

[peterxy]

...Very unseasonable rains can be seen in the distance from the shores of Acapulco.

The Brockton Bay Protectorate starts organizing volunteers to be transported or teletransported in batches to it. Heroes, rogues, villains, anyone's assistance is appreciated. A rendez-vous point is set for non-Protectorate capes wishing to volunteer, and Protectorate capes are informed of the situation via communication devices.

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[thinkering]

Lorica would go with her dad, but he can't take that many people, let alone all the gear she'd like to bring to this, and some capes are more important to have on the scene immediately than others. She waits, finishes up some robots, and then piles into the airplane with everybody else who might be able to make a dent or help with evac.

She probably can't make a dent, although she's going to help Armsmaster with data collection. Mostly she's evac. Her suit's got water breathing apparatus and wave-striking resilience and an automatic CPR insert for the occasion. It looks dumb, but Branding isn't breathing down her neck today.

[mxglam]

Glam is in that plane. They're looking fidgety, but not in a oh-god-I'm-going-to-fight-Leviathan way, more in a I-really-need-to-talk-to-someone-about-something-important way.

...or maybe in a I-really-need-to-pee way, it's not terribly clear.

They haven't spotted Lorica there yet.

[thinkering]

Lorica clanks when she sits down.

[mxglam]

Clanking draws attention! There are still some people arriving, so they unfasten their heavy-duty seatbelts and scoot over to her.

"Hey, there. I kinda really need to talk to a higher-up."

[thinkering]

"What about?"

[mxglam]

"...I can hurt Leviathan, a lot."

[thinkering]

"What do you need to do it with?"

[mxglam]

"Gun. Big one. Need to keep him still for long enough, need space, might need some capes' help guaranteeing the place I'm setting up isn't destroyed too quickly."

...because of course no one would believe that anything less sophisticated and clunky than that would stand a chance against an Endbringer.

[thinkering]

"You need to be supplied a gun to augment in some way or you're going to make one but need the field clear?"

[mxglam]

"The latter."

Though there's a good idea for a future fight, using some actual Tinker tech to back it up so it looks even more plausible that it could do some real damage.

[thinkering]

"I'll let people know."

Lorica patches in to the comms. Presently:

"You'll have your space."

[mxglam]

They nod, looking slightly more relaxed. "Good. Thanks."

Now they'll just have to figure out a way to make it theatrical enough that lots of people expect it to work. Glam's not too worried about this part, though, they're good at theatrical.

[thinkering]

"Keeping Leviathan still is another matter. He's a speedster."

[mxglam]

"Yeah, I know," they sigh. "But maybe just make it be in the gun's way once it's ready charging? Or push it through the beam while it's going on, or something like that."

[thinkering]

"Armsmaster's working on something that might or might not do that, he hasn't told me much, but I don't think it's ready. And one does not push an Endbringer. If we get you high ground can't you just aim?"

[mxglam]

They make a show of thinking about it. "...maybe. I'll try." Pause. "Actually... yes, I know how to do it. High ground is good."

[thinkering]

"Okay. Top of an evacuated building maybe."

[mxglam]

"Yes! Perfect."

And then people can see it being built from lots of places if they look, even better.

[thinkering]

"I'm gonna check out a map of Acapulco for candidates..."

[mxglam]

They wait, looking more like their usual calm and confident self.

[thinkering]

"Got an option in Las Playas and one in Costa Azul and one in Las Brisas, it'll depend on what he's already wrecked when we're there and where you'll be able to best get a clean shot."

[mxglam]

"Awesome! You're the best."

[thinkering]

"Thanks. Pay me back by putting a big hole in the bastard."

[mxglam]

"Will do!"

They return to their assigned seat, not humming happily to themself (someone'd punch them if they did that, probably), but with a smile(y) on their face.

[thinkering]

And the plane flies, and eventually they all hop out (this is the plane for fliers; the other one is landing farther away) over Acapulco. They have heard the inspiring speech over the plane's speakers.

It's a fast plane. Leviathan is already there, but he hasn't been for very long.

"This way!" Lorica says, waving Glam towards a tall flat-topped building on the peninsula. Largely undamaged, with a good view of most of the bay.