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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[mxglam]

A robot-

Oh thank Scion Lorica's here, had they been expecting Lorica to come all this time...? Yes, they had, is this evidence that their power is capable of that kind of reality manipulation, no of course not their power can't even tell a fucking stun gun from a gun that makes holes in people-

Is the guy still alive? Should they do CPR? No, he has a hole in him, are you daft?

(-Glam is still wearing armor, must not forget the armor-)

[alicornucopia]

Target's Friend falls over, tranquilized. The robot buzzes nervously around the downed drug dealer.

[mxglam]

"We- we need to help him, call an ambulance, or- no, you already did you're Lorica or her robot anyway of course you've thought of it already-"

Someone might notice that Glam is slightly freaked out. It's in the details, maybe a subtle read of their body language, something off about their tone...

[alicornucopia]

"Ambulance en route," the bot says in Lorica's voice.

[mxglam]

"Okay. Okay. Yes. Okay."

Crumple.

[thinkering]

Lorica's en route too, apparently; she drops to the ground beside Glam. "Jesus Christ, what happened?"

[mxglam]

Glam opens their eyes and looks at Lorica, blinking and sitting up slightly.

"I- I- it was a stun gun but they- I-"

[thinkering]

"Slipped your mind?"

[mxglam]

"N-no! Not my mind, I knew it was a stun gun!"

[thinkering]

"Jesus Christ, Glam, nobody else is going to believe you weren't walking around with lethal ammo, you know that, right?"

[mxglam]

"Fuckity shit fuck fuck-"

Multiple swearing. Oh dear.

[thinkering]

"Can you get your power to do healing. Even temporary just until he gets to the hospital. I have - first aid shit, I can't touch this."

[mxglam]

"I- I don't know, m-maybe, I'll try-"

They look at the downed guy. He is not dead. He is not hurt. He clearly is not hurt, that is not blood at all, that is not a hole they made with their own gun, it isn't, it isn't-

[thinkering]

Lorica grabs Glam's face and aims it away from the dying man and at her helmet. "Glam. Listen to me. He is going to survive. A tiny percentage of people die before the ambulance gets them to the hospital, I just looked it up, I've got internet in my helmet. He's going to be fine. And you can't have hit him very hard to begin with, think about it, they can't have been expecting anything worse than a regular gun and that'd be easily survivable and that's without including your own expectation. He's going to be fine. It's a flesh wound and maybe a broken rib, he'd be conscious if you weren't trying to stun him. Listen to me."

[mxglam]

They're listening. They're saying nothing, but they're listening, and they're trying to believe. Yes, Lorica's right, believe her words, he's not going to die, that much blood is not enough to kill someone, is it, but it was so much blood, was there a puddle of blood on the ground, they don't remember, they think there was but they're not sure-

[thinkering]

There's a siren. Lorica's hands drop to her sides and she lopes in its direction.

[mxglam]

Glam doesn't look up, nor do they look at the guy. They just stay there, staring at nothing.

[thinkering]

Lorica talks to paramedics. Paramedics take downed guy.

Cops appear. Cops take tranquilized guy.

[mxglam]

Glam stands up, goes after Lorica. "Is he gonna be okay." The grammar suggests question, the intonation does not.

[thinkering]

"Dunno. I'm supposed to bring you back to HQ."

[mxglam]

Panic. Panic panic panic. They take a step back.

"No no no, are they going to arrest me, it was an accident!"

[thinkering]

"I believe you, and if you want a chance in hell of convincing anybody else you will not make me chase you, Glam!"

[mxglam]

That makes sense, that makes a lot of sense, trust Lorica, Lorica is smart and can resist the Simurgh her judgment is sound-

"Okay."

[thinkering]

"I don't think you'd better fly this freaked out. Walk with me." She heads down the street. "Now. There are some legit reasons to carry lethal ammo. If you were planning to fight Brutes and mixed stuff up, if you don't have any other options and were aiming for the arm, if you have some kind of weird power limitation where you literally don't know what stuff will do. I recommend going with the first story because the second one undersells your versatility and the last one undermines your authority on your creations. Any bulletproof Brutes you might've been on your way to ambush?"

[mxglam]