glam, meet your new best friend

[mrglam]

With Armsmaster's death, Miss Militia is promoted to team captain. Even with the losses, however, the Protectorate ENE doesn't get new capes - all teams got hit hard by the last Endbringer attack, and even though it was by all accounts a major victory, it did not cause capes to start lining up to join.

Days pass, and winter hits Brockton Bay. It's pretty mild, as winters go, but it's enough to drastically reduce criminal activity. The heroes have an altercation with white supremacists the following week, but nothing much comes of it, as cape muscle seems to prefer to remain comfortable inside. Capes nationwide are somewhat subdued, perhaps as the aftermath of the victory against Behemoth. Nothing much seems to change, however - the Simurgh continues to fly around in her unpredictable pattern, Leviathan continues to be impossible to locate, lurking in the depths of the ocean. The public gets hopelessly contradictory information about what really happened during the fight from unofficial sources, secretly fed from official ones to make sure people don't jump to the right conclusions, and the topic loses its momentum.

And all of this completely fails to distract Sadde, who seems to not be getting better from the post-battle funk. Or, at least, not straightforwardly better. The depression and fatalism turn - maybe not completely, but at least a bit - into unease and anxiety, or perhaps stir craziness. It is, after all, true that, other than for class, Sadde doesn't really leave HQ a whole lot, not since they reached the comfortable position of being able to patrol from the comfort of the console - of, in fact, being more effective when doing that, for the average uneventful patrol.

Fatalism, depression, anxiety, and unease, all combined into a Sadde-shaped ball, are currently floating upside down in Lorica's workshop, failing to read a book while she fugues.

Comments

[msglam]

"Yes."

[thinkering]

"These are very different fields."

[msglam]

"I know, I just mean I don't know what kind of role I'd like, and I might have just gone on to research instead and have people as a hobby."

[thinkering]

"People as a hobby," snorts Lorica.

[msglam]

"The biggest downside to this alternate universe is of course that I never got to meet you."

[thinkering]

"Oh, maybe I could have rescued you from a burning building or something."

[msglam]

"Yes, but what are the odds that you'd want to stick around and hang out with me without my kinda forcing my presence on you like I did there at the start?"

[thinkering]

"Low, admittedly."

[msglam]

"I must've been quite annoying to you, then."

[thinkering]

"In an entertaining kind of way."

[msglam]

"Entertainingly annoying, really? How's that?"

[thinkering]

"It was very you."

[msglam]

"Yeah, I suppose that's a fair description of me."

[thinkering]

"Fits right in with the pranking behavior."

[msglam]

"Yeah. Bet you didn't predict- this. When we met."

[thinkering]

"Definitely not."

[msglam]

"Can't say I dislike the results, though."

(...maybe the part where she's straight, a little.)

[thinkering]

(A little?)

"Me either."

[msglam]

(A... lottle? It's... been in her mind, a bit.)

"What did you think when you met me? Or, what did you think of me when I was a weird rogue?"

[thinkering]

"I don't remember much about it, I was reserving judgment..."

[msglam]

"Must've been quite a long period of judgment reservation."

[thinkering]

"I'm good at that."

[msglam]

"Really? Have you done it to other people much?"

[thinkering]

"Yeah, I just sort of go 'this person is clearly somebody but I don't actually know enough about them to say who, they get default person treatment until further notice'."

[msglam]

"'Default person treatment.'"