pretoria, meet behemoth

[mxglam]

Glam talks to Armsmaster about the possibility of maybe being given access to confidential files on the Slaughterhouse Nine and is, somewhat predictably, completely shut down, on grounds that the rules are there for a reason. They try sharing their strategies, Armsmaster thanks them for it and assures them he'll look into the raised matter, but they still need to wait until they're a full member of the Protectorate to take advantage of these resources.

And is that supposed to make them more likely to want to stick around? Ugh.

The three following weeks are fairly quiet and peaceful for a change. No major engagements, the Empire Eighty-Eight has been keeping quiet, the various Asian gangs reduced once more to fighting each other, the Teeth haven't yet rebuilt. Blasto, Lung, and Oni Lee are still awaiting trial, though it's likely the tinker will be given a lighter sentence in some parahuman containment center while the other two will be sent to the Birdcage.

And then, somewhat earlier than would normally be expected, telltale seismic activity is registered in Pretoria, South Africa. The capes wishing to help must make their way to New York, to depart in an hour - small aircraft is waiting at the PHQ for the trip there.

Comments

[msglam]

"You should get that treated, then."

[thinkering]

"It's too late. I shall waste away tragically in your arms." Snuggle.

[msglam]

"...well, see, on the one hand, that's really tragic, because you're amazing and awesome and incredible and wonderful and the world needs to see it. On the other, having you in my arms for a very long time is not something I'm opposed to." Snuggle snuggle.

[thinkering]

"I shall ensure it is a prolonged wasting."

[msglam]

Happy snuggle!

"Followed by more awesomeness, I trust."

[thinkering]

"Oh, yeah, they discover the cure to pants anemia in 2017 and then I'm fine. I ghostwrite a memoir and go on talk shows."

[msglam]

"Oh, that's good, wouldn't want you to be sick forever. Even if your rad bot can do everything your cape persona needs you to do."

[thinkering]

"It pretty much can, except I can't turn it loose on total self-construction and self-maintenance yet."

[msglam]

"Well, you'll probably need to run maintenance on it all the time, anyway."

[thinkering]

"On the top level, yes."

[msglam]

"I'm kinda excited for when you can do all this stuff autonomously."

[thinkering]

"I'll have so much spare time."

[msglam]

"...ooh, yeah, that, too, I hadn't actually thought about that part."

[thinkering]

"What part were you thinking of then?"

[msglam]

"The part where there's a lot of awesome stuff happening because your bots are awesome! Super tech!"

[thinkering]

Giggle.

[msglam]

"It may come as a surprise to you that I'm in fact kind of a nerd."

[thinkering]

"Nooooo, you? A nerd about capes, even, I never."

[msglam]

"I know, right, who'da thunk."

[thinkering]

"Not I. My imagination was not equipped to produce such slander of your character."

[msglam]

"But unfortunately it's true. We can't change our natures, after all."

[thinkering]

"Then you are doomed. Doomed to nerd-dom."

[msglam]

"Completely. I should get some horn-rimmed glasses and tweed jackets."

[thinkering]

"Ew, tweed."

[msglam]

"I can feel it calling for me."