behemoth, meet the opposition

[mrglam]

Sadde doesn't seem quite able to focus on homework at the moment. He's fidgeting, and sometimes stares off into space for long periods of time before James has to snap him out of it.

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[mrglam]

"What? Why?" Pause. "Is he a parahuman?"

[alicornucopia]

"Don't think so. I just - didn't move."

[mrglam]

"Oh."

[alicornucopia]

"He can't have some kinda people-trying-to-kill-him-don't-move power, he gets into fights with other people and comes back all beat up."

[mrglam]

"Mmhm. Do you live with anyone else?"

[alicornucopia]

"No."

[mrglam]

He nods and is about to say something when an alarm starts sounding in the entire building. His eyes widen slowly, his mouth still open, and he barely catches the announcement telling all heroes to convene... somewhere. He's not really paying attention.

[alicornucopia]

"You coming?" Boots asks.

[mrglam]

He closes his mouth and shakes his head, but quickly, to clear his head. "Yeah. Yeah, I'm coming."

[alicornucopia]

And they're off.

[mxglam]

At some point on the way, Glam has found and put on the ski mask thing they've taken to wearing under their imaginary suit, and then made the suit appear.

Echo is there, out of costume, just to hear the briefing and then say she won't go. Dauntless, on the other hand, has his white-and-gold suit, Greek helmet, shiny boots, and the shield, but is sporting a sword instead of a lance, today.

[thinkering]

Lorica's going. Windflower isn't.

[mxglam]

Rewind's coming. Undoing ten minutes of damage to people on the battlefield is a really good idea and can be literally a life saver. Chevalier, Armsmaster, and Beneficence always come, and this time's no different. Armsmaster's halberd looks a little bit different, probably modified for this fight, and Miracle Max provides everyone with radiation pills.

There's a plane present for other Brockton Bay capes that might volunteer to come. None do. Not to fight the hero killer.

Glam walks up to Lorica. "So, I'm gonna need your help to start working on the gun thing."

[thinkering]

"Yeah. Should've practiced this. It's okay, I can fugue on the fly, gimme an interface for the bots."

[mxglam]

"Alright, what should the interface be like?" If they're speaking a bit louder than the strictly necessary for only Lorica to hear, that's certainly only due to nervousness or something like that.

[thinkering]

"As much like another bot as you can manage, they'll fill in all the gaps."

[mxglam]

It is done.

[thinkering]

Lorica does not remark aloud that she was totally planning on faking that part. She hooks up a bot to Glam's bot and starts soliciting parts.

[mxglam]

As long as it's only the bots and not Lorica herself that look at the interface, it bullshits away.

Parts are provided, and if they're a bit more attention-grabbing than usual in design, that's purely an aesthetic choice.

[thinkering]

Lorica assembles shit.

This would, if made out of real parts, actually shoot an energy beam. Not necessarily a very good one.

[mxglam]

Surely all the fancy-looking parts are upgraded versions of the originals, capable of more oomph. This time there's proper casing, with a minimalistic white design reminiscent of Glam's costume.

[thinkering]

Behemoth isn't very far away. Lorica has to stop adding things to it after a while.

[mxglam]

Not very far away happens to be: Pittsburgh. He emerged from the earth, to the northeast of Point Breeze, and has started making his way west.

Glam pets the robot on their shoulder, and thinks of a thing they should've thought of earlier. Oh, well.

They land.

[thinkering]

And the fight starts.

Lorica's doing coordination with the largest swarm of robots she's ever fielded. Boots is on evac. Rewind's paired with Transit to get maximum operating range and use his safe landings avoid winding up in the kill radius. (His suit can radiation shield - but he can turn that off when he needs to narrow down possible landing sites or is taking passengers.)

"Make it loud," the bot on Glam's shoulder says. "It'll auto-aim if our software's working."

[mxglam]

They nod, then say, "Will do."

They grab a comm device they've been given and say, "I got a gun that can hurt the bastard, I need someone to help me carry it somewhere!"