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.

Comments

[mxglam]

Exhale. "I do devoutly hope he makes a full recovery. I didn't mean to shoot him, he was just a drug dealer, I don't even agree with drug laws."

[thinkering]

"Mention that if it looks like they aren't buying it, otherwise this is a bad time to go into your disagreement with various laws."

[mxglam]

Sigh. Nod.

[thinkering]

"Last minute questions?"

[mxglam]

Headshake.

[thinkering]

"You okay to fly?"

[mxglam]

Hover. Nod.

[thinkering]

Lorica leads the way.

Behold: Brockton Bay Protectorate HQ.

[mxglam]

Brockton Bay Protectorate HQ: is Beheld.

Slight shudder.

[thinkering]

A bot lands on Glam's shoulder and sort of snuggles up to their neck, to the extent that a robot can snuggle.

In they go.

Chevalier's waiting, arms crossed forbiddingly.

"I've got Lorica's summary," he tells Glam. "I'd like to hear what happened in your own words."

[mxglam]

Confidence. Self-assuredness. Being slightly shaken for shooting someone it wasn't supposed to be-

"I was making something to take on Mincemeat, then I ran into the deal and got the wrong gun. It was supposed to just be a, a stun gun, but then it wasn't. I'm really, really sorry, and I hope he makes a full recovery."

[alicornucopia]

"Do you have a plan for keeping your guns organized without mistakes in the future?"

[mxglam]

"Yes."

They do, though it's not exactly something they can properly explain without explaining the particulars of their powers.

[alicornucopia]

"Why didn't you anticipate the need for this plan beforehand?"

[mxglam]

Truth: "Recklessness. Not having properly thought about it." They sound rather embarrassed.

[alicornucopia]

"Still planning to go after Mincemeat?" asks Chevalier softly.

[mxglam]

Slight wince. "Not anytime soon."

[alicornucopia]

"What are you planning, Glam? Where do you see yourself going?"

[mxglam]

Pause. "I am in the process of figuring this part out."

[alicornucopia]

"Go on."

[mxglam]

"Er."

They tend to be good at verbalizing their thoughts. The problem is, verbalizing their thoughts here is not allowed, and verbalizing a fictional version of them-

"I want to help people. I have a versatile power that has intricacies mostly if not completely worked out and that need thought, such as the one that caused today's- problem." Their voice breaks a little at that word. "Figuring out how to most effectively do the former with the latter is where I'm currently at."

[alicornucopia]

Chevalier sighs. "How old are you, Glam?"

[mxglam]

"Seventeen."

[alicornucopia]

"You are... almost exactly... the sort of person the Wards were designed for originally. I should know, I was one of the first. You need... mentoring. Training. Why haven't you already signed up? Velocity gave you the pitch."

[mxglam]

"Because I haven't yet figured out if the balance of pros and cons of joining the Wards is the best amongst the options I've considered."