brockton bay, meet glam

[mxglam]

It's the anniversary. Glam would very much not like to celebrate.

It’s their last day on Winslow High - they’re being transferred to Arcadia on Monday - and also their last day without a patrol schedule assigned.

And the PRT released a small announcement on its website about Glam joining the Wards. Now their wiki page doesn’t get erased, of course - they’re no longer speculative. They wonder what it’s got on them.

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[mxglam]

"Does it look like she's doing it with a particular reason or is she just harassing people? ...it's one of the Asian gangs, isn't it? Should we call backup?"

[thinkering]

"It's one of the Asian gangs and yes we should. Calling in."

[peterxy]

Armsmaster responds, telling them to stay out of sight if they can, he's coming to help. He asks if there are any other capes.

...oh, look, someone's arriving! With a metal wolf mask! Hi metal wolf mask guy!

And it's almost like Purity was waiting for him, with the way she started pressing the attack.

[thinkering]

Lorica accordingly updates her report to Armsmaster.

[acanofworms]

Armsmaster is silent for a couple of seconds before saying he is coming and calling Chevalier as well.

[thinkering]

"Acknowledged."

[peterxy]

Hookwolf almost casually strolls towards the building, and the people with the bullets shoot a few warning shots in his general direction. He doesn't even flinch, just keeps walking.

Meanwhile, Purity sends bolts of light here and there, attempting to knock a few of the people out, apparently still trying not to draw too much attention. Indeed, it was mostly luck that Glam and Lorica happened to run close enough to the spot she'd been attacking that the flashes of her power were noticeable under the afternoon sun.

One shot hits too close to Hookwolf, and just like that he's a shifting mess of sharp metal in the shape of his namesake.

[mxglam]

"We should probably do something, buy Armsmaster and Chevalier some time."

[thinkering]

"A bot could probably tranq the gang members but definitely not Hookwolf and probably not Purity. Decides the fight in E88's favor."

[mxglam]

"Does Purity have invulnerability, too?" they moan.

[thinkering]

"No, but she can outfly a bot. Can she outfly you, do you want to try...?"

[mxglam]

"I was keeping up with Boots who was pushing 90, I don't know how fast she can go but she won't be expecting me, I think."

Hookwolf crashes into the sturdy door of the warehouse, and from the fact that it does not immediately give in it's pretty clear that it's been reinforced from the inside. Someone does not want wolfy breaking in.

Glam conjures a white shield with a G on it.

[thinkering]

"Make it so your suit can absorb the blasts," Lorica suggests urgently. A bot dispenses a tranq dart into Glam's hand. "Don't land, stay out of Hookwolf's range, be bulletproof."

[mxglam]

Glam nods, and their suit gets a somewhat different sheen, as if the fabric had subtly changed. After that, layers of white hardened plate appear around it because there's not much point in believing really hard they're bulletproof if the others don't buy it.

"Wish me luck!"

With the dart in one hand and the shield in the other, they jump off the roof and shoot like a bullet towards Purity, the shield being used to hide their profile and hit her with something harder than their body.

She notices them fast enough to react with a concussive blast, but not fast enough that the blast does much more than reduce Glam's speed when they crash onto her.

[thinkering]

Hookwolf, meanwhile, savages another gang member and makes a run for the door again. The noise reverberates down the street.

Lorica approaches nearer, still stealth; robots take out peripheral gang members who look likely to provoke the E88 as much for their own safety as anyone else's.

[mxglam]

Purity manages to not crash into the ground and dodges Glam's follow-up, and now that the Protectorate are surely informed, she's not as careful about reducing the power of her blasts, though not enough to murder anyone, that could get her sent to the Birdcage if she was caught.

She shoots at Glam, who for now does a good job of dodging the blasts that are still strong enough to crack the sidewalk where they hit.

[thinkering]

A bot attempts to land on Glam's shoulder.

[mxglam]

Glam slows down enough to let it, though they have to raise their shield to block an incoming blast, being pushed back some by the force of it anyway.

[thinkering]

"Mirror the shield, reflect blasts at her or Hookwolf," suggests the bot in Lorica's voice.

[mxglam]

"Good one," they say, and the surface of their shield becomes a silvered mirror as they dodge one blast. The next one they catch, redirecting it at Purity herself. Unfortunately, apparently she can absorb her own blasts as well, so that does nothing.

At the same time, someone in a black bodysuit with various white arrows drawn on it quickly and silently approaches Lorica, intent on booping her.

[thinkering]

The one bot held back from the flock sees; Lorica gets up and turns her head -

[peterxy]

- and finds herself in a position she'd been occupying exactly ten minutes previously, up to and including the locations of her limbs. Her suit might find itself suddenly ten minutes out of sync with the rest of her network.

[thinkering]

"Glam we've got a striker with time powers. Position, onboard software memory, not my memories but probably yours. Suspect nonflier, don't land," relays the bot on Glam's shoulder after a delay to let Lorica and her software sync up.

[mxglam]

"Well isn't that delightful," they say drily. "Should tell Chevalier and Armsmaster that, another cape's not gonna be fun. Any idea on whose side they are?"

Glam hasn't had a chance to redirect a Purity blast at Hookwolf yet - now that she's realized what their upgraded shield does she's been mostly trying to fly around them to hit them somewhere their shield isn't.

In the meantime, the new cape merrily chases after whatever Lorica bots she may find to boop them and send them some arbitrary-but-less-than-ten-minutes amount of time back.

[thinkering]

"Can't tell. She's chasing my robots right now."

The others: get a report.

"You can appear a new mirror wherever she's aiming, it doesn't have to be the one you're holding."