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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[thinkering]

"There's plant in there, and a rat tail. The wings might be bat wings. It self-destructed when it noticed it was being chased and couldn't lose the bot so it's at least slightly intelligent."

[mxglam]

"Hm. Weird." Glam looks like their costumed self again. "We should probably have Miracle Max look at this thing," they say, grabbing the syringe.

[thinkering]

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly."

[mxglam]

The hybrid soon dissolves into liquid, leaving little evidence of its existence. Someone thought this through.

They report their findings and return to the PHQ with the note and the drug.

[thinkering]

Miracle Max takes the drug and disappears into his lab with it.

Lorica paces.

[mxglam]

"...you alright?"

[thinkering]

"Yeah, I'm fine. Thinking about how to stealth a bot better."

[mxglam]

"Oh. Aren't there, like, magical Tinker things that can make it invisible or something?"

[thinkering]

Snort. "It's slightly outside my specialty. I'm mostly a software Tinker and invisibility is thoroughly hardware; that I can do robots at all is very much constrained by the extent to which this constitutes indulging my specialty better by giving the robots more free rein for decisionmaking. I'd need to make a really complicated cloaking device or try to figure out how to collaborate with Armsmaster on it."

[mxglam]

And Glam has interacted with Armsmaster enough by now to say: "Yeah I don't really see him wanting to help."

[thinkering]

"Yeah. So I might figure out how to do the really complicated cloaking device which leaves the robot enough meaningful control over it that my specialty will stretch that way, now that it's inconvenienced me to have one visible."

[mxglam]

They nod. "I'm sure you can do it, you're awesome."

Gratuitous flattery? Why, yes.

[thinkering]

Snort.

[mxglam]

They grin. "You're the one who said you liked it."

[thinkering]

"Yes, but there was no finesse to that one."

[mxglam]

"Aren't you a complicated girl."

[thinkering]

"No, I am secretly made of plastic all through, no moving parts."

[mxglam]

They laugh. "Mm, your hands didn't look like plastic, unless you have a secret Changer power and never told me about it."

[thinkering]

"Nope, just the two."

[mxglam]

"It's interesting that you got two basically unrelated powers like that."

[thinkering]

"And they have nothing to do with Dad's either, I'm at a loss."

[mxglam]

"Yeah. I wonder where the heck they even come from. Like, why did the universe decide to just up and start giving people powers randomly twenty years ago?"

[thinkering]

"Ask Scion, be ignored, continue wondering."

[mxglam]

"Yeah."

[thinkering]

"I wonder if the world would suck anywhere near as much if there were still powers but no Endbringers. It's not all their fault."