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

[thinkering]

"How are you going to make me immortal, Sadde?"

[msglam]

"If I knew the answer to that question I'd've done it already! Or I'd've at least told you about it. But surely some cape who can do that will show up, eventually."

[thinkering]

"And you'll take it from there with charm?"

[msglam]

"It's taken me this far."

[thinkering]

"You are very charming."

[msglam]

"I am, it's true, I even managed to charm you. I will probably feel good about this fact forever."

[thinkering]

Giggle.

[msglam]

"One might even say I charmed the pants out of you."

[thinkering]

"Off, love. Off of me."

[msglam]

"Yes, that's what I meant."

[thinkering]

"I'd be really worried if I contained pants, that would be weird."

[msglam]

"Yes, it would, I mean, where would they even fit?"

[thinkering]

"They could be very small?"

[msglam]

"But they're shaped kinda awkwardly!"

[thinkering]

"Only matters if they're not very very small."

[msglam]

"Are they, like, doll pants?"

[thinkering]

"I was thinking like microscopic pants. I could contain many pairs."

[msglam]

"Oh, you probably have lots of them in your bloodstream, then, instead of red blood cells. Weirdest case of sickle cell anemia ever."

[thinkering]

"No wonder I'm so perpetually dizzy."

[msglam]

"Pants anemia makes you dizzy?"

[thinkering]

"Anemia in general does!"

[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."