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JoJo's Bizarre OC Tournament #5 - Round 3 Match 11 - Tiger "Glitch" Ricky and Effie Linder vs Bucket and Alexis Williams
The results are in for Match 9. The winner is… William Eyelash, with a score of 68 to Jacob Brown’s 68, tie broken by a higher ‘categories taken’ count! | Category | Winner | Point Totals | Comments |
| Popularity | The Graveyard Shift | 16-13 | |
| Quality | The Graveyard Shift | 22-20 | Reasoning |
| JoJolity | Masters of Funky Action | 20-25 | Reasoning |
| Conduct | Tie | 10-10 | |
William Eyelash had taken the lead in this match, and though as a leader, he hadn’t done the best job, getting Jack visibly injured, as a combatant, he had managed to withstand the aggressive and area-painting onslaughts of himself from not so long ago, and of a much more experienced version of the partner he’d once had.
It had made him catch his breath, reflect on all that had come to this point, to recall that moment where Ocean Eyes had been the one to embrace and protect him.
“Yes… I understand now,” William answered, walking carefully through the snow, “you had something good going there, Jacob Brown, but… Y-you didn’t seriously think I would fall for tricks like those coming from my own Stand, did you?”
Didn’t even know it could do all that, though… Even now, I can still grow, huh? That put a smile on his face, then, as he approached the injured Jack, helping him up. “You still with us?”
“Hee hee, I’ll peachy keen as peachy cream in a little while… But right now I’m very much hurting yes.” Jack chuckled, resting his eyes and looking things over. “In the end, though… I called that other me in the hoodie an impostor, but he knew my Stand better than I did. He was even more
me than me… What does that mean?” He looked down. “Am… Am
I the lie?”
“I, uh… I don’t know how to answer that,” William said, “but… You’re one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met. And, uh… You helped me out a ton. Sorry for getting you hurt, uh, not that used to leading, but you really seemed to trust in me…”
“We all make mistakes!” Jack said, not minding that at all, “but… I suppose you’re right. I won’t let some stranger get in my head… But I guess that all of us were telling the truth in our hearts, then.” He looked to the defeated ‘Billy’ and the slightly-older Jacob, both bleeding and unconscious, the latter falling much faster. Already, a strange white blob was moving through the snowfield towards them, examining them. “So I guess we spare them today... if they survive what we’ve given already!”
Neither would realize it for another few minutes, but for Jacob Brown, those words had proven prophetic.
“S-still though… If you’ve really lived a full life here, become the same person with the same Stand, same memories,” William said, “does that mean that can just… Happen? But how, wh-when really, by probability and stuff…”
“So is the unusual burden of ‘Fate,’ felt strongest upon this city,” a familiar, altered voice spoke, and sitting on a park bench, William and Jack spied none other than the Institute’s head, still heavily layered as he always was.
“Oh No…” William muttered.
“‘Oh no?’ Is this a problem of a person?” Jack asked, then giggled. “Heeheh, just a little joke. I know about the Institute, of course!”
“The ‘Fortuna Double’ might exist at any point in time, for any Stand User from outside its walls, and no matter how irreconcilable the circumstances, how ‘impossible’ it should be for two people to have the same fated path, even for the slight differences of the city… The ‘Same Person’ can unquestionably exist. Wouldn’t be surprised if you, ‘Jack,’ and this ‘Billy’ here were simply the first you encountered who were close enough to your age that you immediately noticed.” No tilted his head.
“Why, even that cute creature who followed the elder Jacob Brown is, literally, the same being as the Bert that just died… Yet, unlike them, bound still by fate. I wonder, then, what will prove to be the same, to be indomitable ‘fate,’ and what will prove not so.” “I think sometimes about if I’ve ever had one here… Or will, in the future. That sounds utterly boring if so, though. I refuse to know my fate; it’s vexing enough of a limit on myself that I’m burdened by, knowing it’s predetermined to exist at all.” “Uh… Right.” This
was heavy, huh? William tried to figure out what it all meant. “Fortuna Doubles, huh… So they’re both real, completely and absolutely, then?”
“Precisely!” No remarked, cheerily.
“Would you like to speak more about this? Go on, sit with me.” Only a few hours remain still in your window of time to vote in a match between an Agnes and some Guy in a crowded concert hall brought down to size. Scenario:
Alexis Williams was sinking.
Every day, the myriad of matters which plagued the outwardly-cheerful woman’s mind seemed to be growing worse and worse. The unhealthy relationship she’d had with her Stand had turned into an even worse sort of tension, a fundamental disconnect with an aspect of herself which she literally could not be away from.
It hadn’t been uncommon for some time for her to wonder if a given day would be her last. Over the last several months, those feelings had only grown and grown in their intensity, in their power over her, and it had even begun to show outwardly.
It wouldn’t be long now, surely, before-
Alexis’ hotel room door was kicked so hard that one of the hinges flew off, and through it launched, not an attacker like she might have imagined, some hostile Stand User out to invade her home, but something arguably even worse.
“ALEXIS!”
Her friend and fellow Eighth Circle mainstay, Bucket.
She clutched her forehead and forced a smile, turning away from what she’d been using to get through the day and towards him. Already, she could tell that the chaos agent, formerly known for the octopus on his head, now sporting sick sarashi and a pompadour, was here with intentions ranging from ‘good’ to ‘no intentions whatsoever,’ and it wasn’t in her nature to tell someone like that to fuck off.
“Bucket! Hey!” She said, an edge to her chipper tone. “You, uh, surprised me there… You’re gonna fix that door, right?” She blinked. “Wait, weren’t you at that Metra show? I thought I’d heard everyone there was shrunk down to-”
“Forget about that!” He answered, earnestly drawing closer, grasping her by the wrists suddenly, yet at once gently. “Alexis, I don’t know what’s going on with your head or heart or anything else, but I know I can’t just stand around outside your door watching you get more and more miserable! Even I noticed, so it must be really really bad whatever’s hurting you inside! I’m an acolyte of the boogie now, the example of Rudolf Pavlova, so I can’t let a friend be in need!”
“Rudolf…” Alexis had heard of his passing, so soon after helping her put on such a wonderful show, and been unsurprised. Wait, though, since when did Bucket- Ah, never mind. She shook her head, looking him in the eye. The highly chaotic, unstable hellraiser of the Judecca Highrollers was giving her puppy-dog eyes. “Did… Did you want to do something?”
“Yes! I want to make you better!” Bucket exclaimed, pulling away and bouncing upwards. “So c’mon! Let’s head out… Make some trouble, follow no rules but our own and to be happy!” He stopped, then, pulling back a moment, as if reading the room once again, folding his arms over his chest. “I mean, if you want to.”
Alexis thought it over. He meant well, clearly, and wished dearly to cheer her up… A person didn’t need to understand the nuances of the soul to see when a person was hurting, and to reach out for them.
She doubted it would make things better for her, but who’s to say it needed to be?
“That sounds great,” she said, relaxing her forced cheer slightly and nodding. “Maybe it’s what I need right about now.”
The Woods at Aurelio - Midday - Near the Northern Bridge
“So you’re sure that he’s got a base out here?”
“Crystal clear!” Tiger ‘Glitch’ Ricky answered Effie Linder, tilting her head one way and then the other as she and her Stand attempted to scope out the sounds of the area. “There was only basically one cop left and then Ugo made them quit, took the place over, paid them off… So now he just sorta comes and goes around that little old ‘empty’ police station!”
“If he hangs out at the town’s police station,” Effie asked, confused at her coworker’s demeanor, “then why are we out this far away from it?”
“Because!” Glitch answered, huffing and folding her arms. “I said he comes and goes! And prrobably isn’t there right now. Mrr, you’re the one who wanted to come out here with me, so let’s keep searching!”
“…” Effie nodded. “You know what, fair enough. He never was the type to stay still long, so looking where the Watch is going would be a start…”
Since that day she fought that shithead twink Agnes and that Italian twink Arpeggi at Tigran Sins’ casino, Glitch had been gradually, increasingly mulling over the idea of becoming something not so much unlike the latter… A vigilante, out to not just cause problems on purpose, but sometimes even solve them on purpose, in the way a Stand User knew best: shenanigans and violence.
Hearing about the way that Ugo McBaise had sabotaged the capture of the very villains whose challenge had inspired her to act, had directly gotten people killed and responsible for dangerous people staying at large, that felt like reason plenty to break out ‘shenanigans and violence’ on him.
Effie caught her on the way out, and had said then, “what, am I gonna wait around for Fira to send me on some bullshit errand? If you’re turning that piece of shit’s head concave, I’m in too.”
And so, enthusiastically, Effie had joined, and the pair had been circling the outskirts of town atop Vida Loca ever since, Effie also using her murder of crows for further observations than what her eyes alone could tell her.
Glitch’s ears perked, as did her Stand. “…something’s up ahead. A bunch of people hanging out by the river…”
“Hm? Yeah, I think I see it!” Effie remarked, producing a pair of binoculars to look that way. “VALKYRIE guys… You know what that means up here, don’t you?”
Though most of the company fell in line with Rushen Smith’s new leadership, it was something of an open secret that Ugo McBaise had very specifically drilled the former Neighborhood Watch, which had become a new unit of the company, into being loyal to him, not to his rank. Fears being stoked about the potential of ANVIL going to war with the town was all that kept them from being disbanded outright, feeling that people familiar with the area were best-suited for watching it.
Glitch hissed. “Alright, then, you know what we’ve gotta do!”
“Wait, it looks like they’re being talked through something by…” Effie adjusted the binoculars, peered through the crowd, and recognized a very identifiable vest… and a bald head, shining in the midday sun. “Mr. Jones?”
Mr. Jones had been having a good few weeks himself, ever since his earlier, very successful outing with Dread. It had ended in him successfully acquiring not just any ‘Memento,’ but perhaps one of the city’s most dangerous, and the life-fearing compliance of the kidnapped alleged immortal who led it to him, taught him its secrets.
Apparently some kitty somewhere was sad about that, but eh, when you’re making an omelette, yeah?
“Wait wait wait,” he said affably to the crowd of VALKYRIE agents he’d once called a neighborhood watch, “you say a guy in a blue pomp and a dancer’ve been… Spray painting your cars? Throwin’ dead fish at ya? Sprayin’ ink to get away?” He snickered. “You’ve had a hell of a morning with this prankster pair, then, if they keep givin’ you the slip.”
“Please, Mr. Jones,” a young man said as he continued to wipe fish guts off of his helmet visor, “I… I know, technically, you aren’t our leader anymore, that the bosses don’t like you much, but.” He sniffled, earnestly. “But you’ve always been so good to us, even since then! You’ve been loyal to us, and we still love you for it, no matter what they say you did!”
“Heheh… Hearin’ you say that makes it worth it, y’know that?” Mr. Jones wiped a finger under the eye of his sunglasses, looking them over. “Think I know who might be the whodunnit-er here, actually. Just gimme a hot minute to track the guy down, and-”
“Got a lot of nerve talking to my men, Jones.”
Everyone went silent, then, at the sound of a hammer, for dramatic effect, being dragged along the pavement of the road, then swung in the air by an absolute cinderblock of a man.
“You got a problem, and you come running to him because he happened to be passing by? What happened to using your damn heads?” Ugo chewed his subordinates out, then, before looking to the neighborhood watch founder. “I think you’ve confused these people, Worm, by still keeping up that paternal reliable neighbor shit. They’ve all been taught well and good that they listen to me, not some replacement,” he pointed his hammer forward, then, threateningly, “and sure as hell not some serial killing scum!”
“Now now now, Ugo, c’mon, it’s clear they like us both, yeah? So let’s just… Clear the confusion up, if y’care that much!” Mr. Jones reached for the sabre sheathed at his side, then, drawing it with a golden sheen; he’d fished it out of the wreckage of Capital Island one day after it wasn’t destroyed in Jack’s ritual. He, too, pointed it forward. “I know the language you speak, so let’s talk in that.”
Ugo grunted, then, swinging his hammer back over his shoulder as a very feminine form appeared behind him, looking like something of a curvy, thickset cowgirl. “Aw, Ugo and I concur, y’all know we’re down t’bash some heads and take a name or two! Why, sugar, we’re about to put you down like a sick dog!”
Mr. Jones got a snicker out of the odd word choices of ‘She’s a Big Boy,’ finding the contrast between Stand and User in all but their brutal aggression amusing; sometimes he’d tried in the past to talk to him and unpack what the Stand actually said about Ugo’s soul, but it was a conversation the very straightforward, taciturn former football star never quite liked to have.
Jones gestured with his head, then. “Watch, get back to HQ, yeah? Whoever you see walk through that door, few hours from now, respect that, yeah?”
“Uh… S-sure?” The ex-Watch member who’d been speaking said, turning around. “C’mon, guys, let’s get pizza or something… I guess.”
Alexis had been sitting by the bank of the Wormwood River, mulling over the shenanigans Bucket had encouraged her to join in with, ever since she’d happened to spot all the Watch members they’d been harassing seemingly surround somebody; it was an action which led Bucket to say ‘just gimme a minute’ before diving into the water.
It was a shame, honestly. This harmless problem causing had actually been kind of fun, in a way.
Bucket splashed up soon after. “I knew it!”
“Knew what?”
“There was this bald guy talking to all the VALKYRIE guys about all our awesome pranks, and then that no-good bastard Ugo showed up and they started slugging it out and moving towards a sewer grate. And then, you wouldn’t believe it… The bald guy turned into Conqueror Worm!”
That gave Alexis pause, then. He was here? “We… We should probably go somewhere else, then! If people out there are fighting, I want no part in it whatsoever… And you probably shouldn’t anger guys like that either.”
“I can’t just turn away from this, Alexis! I’m here to cheer you up, and that guy… When he helped kidnap you, that’s when you started to feel even worse! So, I’m going to roll up there, give him my fiercest look possible, and make him apologize for being mean to you.”
That… Wasn’t where Alexis was expecting Bucket to end that sentence, but it made her sigh, momentarily. Her mood was good and ruined now anyway by these revelations, and Bucket was suggesting something dangerous nonetheless. “Look, Bucket, not everybody is good-natured, okay? You can’t just walk up to somebody and-”
“But I will!” Bucket insisted, flexing. “Because I have the power of ‘the boogie’ on my side, don’t you get it? This will cheer you so far up! You don’t even need to come along if you don’t want, because I dunno I might punch Ugo a bit if he hits first! But either way, you will get your apology, I swear it!”
Then, Bucket ran off. To confront two very dangerous brick shithouses of men. In a sewer.
“He’s going to get himself killed…” Alexis felt awful now, standing and looking Southward. She could just leave, couldn’t she? Bucket even said he wasn’t expecting her to follow when it could turn into a fight… In the end, were humans not all fated to fall victim to their own mistakes, their own vices and eccentricities?
…I can’t just leave a friend like that, even if I’m feeling bad.
“Bucket!” Alexis called, beginning to run after him. “Wait up for me! I’m coming along too! Let’s… Get that apology!”
She was having to babysit the guy who came to help her out, now, was that it?
“Ghhgh, it’s a two-for-one special on the worst in the city, isn’t it?” Glitch complained, trailing Effie down a ladder into the sewers. “First we’re tailing Ugo, and then Mr. Jones, and now they’re fighting… I don’t even know who’s worse!”
“One’s a serial killer, and yeah super dangerous,” Effie pointed out, “and the other keeps getting a lot of other people killed with his own dangerous stupidity… Keeps causing us problems, and helped escalate that warzone. I don’t like being an enemy of ANVIL, Glitch… I really don’t.”
“Mmrhh… They’re gonna get a piece of our best attacks.”
The pair, then, touched ground, and Effie saw around them the signs of battle, of pieces of the ground seemingly terraformed, nicked, busted-up, and the sounds of clashing in the distance. Undoubtedly them.
Then, though, as they stepped forward, soon after, a pair literally dropped down behind them, one after the other, first a scarred, pompadoured idiot doing a cool roll, then a redheaded gymnast landing coolly not far behind.
“Wait a minute… Bucket? And, uh, that performer from that thing everyone liked… Alexis Williams?” Effie remarked, backing away a bit, trying to figure out the pair’s intentions. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, you know!” Alexis tilted her head, very blatant in how forced the chipper tone had become, especially by the nature of what she’d said next. “Losing control of my life, letting weird things get out of hand… But I’m here now. I’ve committed to my choice, and I hear sounds further back. So, Bucket! Let’s get a move-on, yeah? I don’t particularly care much for being in a sewer…”
Bucket, however, had been unmoving since he had begun to stand. Glitch, too, faced directly his way, allowing him to look her in the eye as a strange expression came over them both.
Effie and Alexis, then, were deeply confused, until Vida Loca appeared, and the sounds of beatboxing seemed to fill the air.
“Wh-” Effie was taken aback. “Glitch, we’ve got something going on here. You’re not seriously going to-”
“Hey fishman, the cat’s here to catch ya / Tiger ‘Glitch’ Ricky on the mic comin’ atcha / In a hotel or a diner or even a sewer / My rhymes gonna run you through like a skewer!”
This was physically painful for Alexis to watch. She covered her mouth as she prepared for Bucket to open his, well aware that half of their social circle was probably going to slap him for whatever came out.
“Name’s Bucket, B-U-C-K-E-T / Got beat but came back now with the Boogie! / Was chasin’ a killer but this fish can still school you / With my friend Alexis here, my rhymes’ll hit true!”
“…hit true?” Alexis couldn’t help but find that groan-inducingly hilarious, though her momentary joy, then, was cut short by the fact that Effie, meanwhile, was absolutely seething.
“C’mon, do this literally any other time!” She exasperatedly proclaimed, tugging at Glitch’s arm, “we can’t let those assholes get away, c’mon, you know we need to cut this out and-”
Bucket threw a fish at Effie’s face.
Everyone went silent, then, as it slid off and hit the ground, her own expression dry with displeasure.
“Did… Did you just throw a fish at me?”
“Yeah! Because you keep ruining the vibes!” Bucket huffed. “So cut it the hell out, or I will do it again!”
“Really now,” Effie said, keeping her hand by her slingshot and beginning to walk further Southward. “If you keep distracting us, I’ll have to get you out of our way.”
One of Bucket’s massive knives, then, was drawn, blade resting centimeters from Effie’s face. “Don’t threaten me, alright? That’s completely against the spirit of this.”
Glitch hissed, then, her own mood ruined, “hey! You can’t just pull a weapon on my friend like that, even if she’s being a spoilsport! That’s way over-the-line!”
As both sides fell back, not losing sight of the other as they attempted to pull away and regroup, it was clear that three-fourths of the quartet had been angered enough at one another in an instant that a fight was about to brew.
Alexis had been deliberately trying not to send out her Stand this entire time, wanting some semblance of mental distance from it after their disagreements had turned increasingly mean, her literal fighting with herself and grappling with her demons leaving her wanting absolutely none of this.
Bucket was about to get himself killed over, easily, the stupidest thing she had ever seen a fight start over.
This day has gone from sad to fun to the most frustrating I have ever seen… I tried to make a good day out of it, but here I am now. I can’t just abandon Bucket after he tried for me… But boy is he trying me.
OPEN THE GAME!
(Credit to CaptainSpooky27 for yet more awesome match art!)
Location: One of Los Fortuna’s sewer pathways, specifically far on the Northwestern outskirts of the town of Aurelio. These are one of the many entrances to the elaborate and interconnected underground networks of the city, though you’re in a pretty straightforward section of it that doesn’t branch off all that many surprising ways.
Not far South from here, but distant enough that it won’t ever affect this match, you can hear the sounds of a simultaneous battle between Mr. Jones and Ugo McBaise.
The area here is 63 meters by 33 meters with each tile being 3 by 3 meters. With TGS on the left and JHR on the right, represented by their character tokens.
The light grey tiles are the concrete paths, the darker grey tiles are the walls, and the blue tiles are sewer water. The walls are solid all the way through.
The sewer itself is actually relatively clean here, as clean as underground sewer water can be really. The water level is about 1 foot below the walkways and the water is 3 meters deep.
The ceiling is 4 meters above the walkways and the walkways have cheap metal guardrails between themselves and the water, as represented by the bolded outlines. The orange rectangles are the metal bridges between the walkways and the yellow circles are open manhole covers with light streaming through. The grey triangles are strange stalagmite-like protrusions, likely somehow created by Ugo and Jones’ fight. They match the same material as the stone walls, take up most of the walkway in width, and reach up to the ceiling.
Goal: RETIRE your opponents!
Additional Information: Logic is allowed to kill me(Kak) and both of the players who made me write this.
| Team | Combatant | JoJolity |
| Judecca Highrollers | Bucket | "Are you mocking me? You went into the ground with your zipper? Are you copying me?" This whole thing has gotten so absolutely lame, that it’s killed your attempts to cheer your friend up and to have an awesome rap battle. So these guys are lame, and need to feel it! Make sure to find creative ways for your strategy to humiliate your opponents! |
| Judecca Highrollers | Alexis Williams | “You think that you can escape my punches when you're surrounded by walls of dirt?” Bucket’s gotten people into another frustrating situation by not thinking, huh? Well, you’ll get him out of this in one piece by using your head. Use this underground sewer environment to your advantage! |
| The Graveyard Shift | Effie Linder | “They say that sound reverberates better in liquids than in solids.” Seriously, Glitch? Seriously? Well, at least as long as you’re in this gnarly sewer, you can get something out of it by using your head. Use this underground sewer environment to your advantage! |
| The Graveyard Shift | Tiger “Glitch” Ricky | "Do you think you stand a chance against me by going underground?!" So now you and your opponents are going to be trying to one-up each other, huh? Bucket is an immensely clownable guy, dammit, and you were so hyped to do so verbally… Make sure to find creative ways for your strategy to humiliate your opponents! |
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JoJo's Bizarre Adventure OC Tournament #5: Round 1 Match 13 Glitch Vs Laverne
The results are in for Match 11. The winner is… The Graveyard Shift, with a score of 70 to Underground Exodus’s 64! | Category | Winner | Point Totals | Comments |
| Popularity | The Graveyard Shift | 18-12 | |
| Quality | The Graveyard Shift | 22-20 | Reasoning |
| JoJolity | Underground Exodus | 20-22 | Reasoning |
| Conduct | TEAM | 10-10 | |
As things settled, it was hard to tell if it was a fight that had occurred or purposeful demolition. In the middle of it all, sitting atop of one of the only remaining operational washers near the back, Byte had helped himself to a bag of SunChips from the destroyed snack machine as he waited for the load of linens to finish it’s final spin. Thanks to a last-second LOAD, he looked just about no worse for wear, standing out like a sore thumb amongst the carnage. He took the few minutes of relative silence to reflect, his gaze passing over his unconscious opponent laying face-down on the damp floor.
“Boy, that escalated quickly.” His token stream-of-consciousness mumbling coming through even with a mouth full of chips, “I guess it really does kill some people to be patient. I wonder how much it’ll be to fix this place? Fira better be damn happy for all this, maybe I should ask for a raise. Are there any sodas layin’ around-”
Just as the Mandible hopped down to his feet to look for a beverage, the front door of the laundromat swung open, causing Byte to duck down out of reaction. He was expecting company, but had hoped to be long gone before they showed. An amazingly tall suit-vested man stands in the door frame with a look of shock and wonder on his face, tattoos of ‘shading’ adorning his shaved head to make it seem oddly angular. He lets out a long whistle as he strolls in, surveying the damage. “Sweet mother of FUCK, what happened in here?!” Byte knew how bad this all looked, knowing he’d need some kind of cover if he had hopes of fooling the Syndicate capo, so without hesitation deftly smashes his own hand with his hammer. The pain was tremendous, but he manages to keep the screams internal as he bolts up from his spot.
“Kilroy! Thank god you’re here!” Byte lied, holding his now broken hand weakly as he puts on an air of hopeless panic. “You shoulda seen this lady! She was flying all over the place, smashing into walls like some kinda monster! Completely tore up the place!”
Kilroy hurried his pace at the sign of a survivor, moving to get in close. “...you’re from that restaurant, right? The one that stiffed the elders? The hell are you doing here?” The tall man nearly trips on the unconscious body of Marlin, only further adding to his confusion.
“Our machine is shot at the restaurant, I came here to clean some stuff.” Byte motions to the active machine with his broken hand, inciting a wince that he exaggerates for effect. “Then that... Monster came in and just started destroying the place! I dunno how she was putting these holes in the walls, it was insane!”
Kilroy stooped over the chain-bound woman’s unconscious form, nudging her head lightly with a finger before shaking his head. He crouches down for a closer look, mumbling under his breath, “Wonder what these chains do…”
Byte’s eyes shoot wide, managing to keep his thoughts internal for a change. When Kilroy dropped into Elephant Bones the other week, he made no hint toward being a stand user himself, even saying that the Syndicate is actively hunting them down. Byte had even successfully SAVEd a copy of the capo to see what he had on him; did he deliberately let Byte do so? Just what the hell is the Syndicate about?
“So you took her down by yourself?” The question snapped Byte out of the parade of questions in his head, meeting Kilroys glance with his own. Suddenly Byte had a very strong feeling that he shouldn’t stick around any longer, and moved to go retrieve his wash which had thankfully just ended.
“Uhh, yeah! I got lucky with a swing of the hammer, caught her as she was spinning around…” Byte’s mind raced for an exit as he pulled the damp linens free, every minute he hung around here was endangering everyone back at the base. ”Listen, did you need me for anything, or can I head back? Fira needs these ASAP and I’m already running behind, she can be a real nightmare when she’s pissed.”
Kilroy laughed, his disposition seeming oddly bright. “I know exactly what you mean, I kinda wanna clear out before the boss gets here myself.” Byte gulped. “Shouldn’t you at least dry those things? Maybe get that hand looked at?”
They both glanced over at the destroyed rows of dryers, to Byte’s relief, not a single one seemed to be in working order. “Nah, we got first aid back at the gym. And I think our dryer still works.” Bundling up the linens back into their garbage bag, Byte heads for the door. “Good luck with all this, and uhh, hope we can see you back at-”
“One more question, if you don’t mind.” Byte froze as he reached the door at Kilroy’s suddenly raised voice, the guy was pretty unstable when he paid them a visit, too. “Did you happen to see the Archbishop during the fight? Big guy in blue robes, probably handing out change.”
Oh god, a witness. Byte shook his head. “He left before she came in. Went that way.” He pointed down the street, still inching out of the building. Kilroy seemed relieved, waving at the Mandible as he returned to surveying the scene.
Byte immediately broke into a speed-walk, heading down the street and away from danger, cursing his luck at rock paper scissors the entire way.
People continue to fight for petty reasons, in this match and the recently-concluded one, but when this goes up, there is still yet a day yet to vote in a match of performers and their supporters spreading a message of love. Scenario:
Outside The Devil Blue, Waterfront District, 11:46 AM
The past few weeks had been odd for the staff over at the Elephant Bones and Duke’s Gym. Ever since Shelldrake’s encounter against that ice-flinging man over at the Los Fortuna Airport, they’d found themselves in more and more conflicts against other stand users, and had heard about many more taking place in various parts of the city.
The knowledge of these encounters, and the realization that the rest of the staff could very well end up in more of these very soon made a certain sense of unease hang over the restaurant. The utter chaos that surrounded it every day didn’t change, but it peered through in those rare moments of quiet, as much as some of them liked to ignore and forget it.
It was for that reason that Tiger “Glitch” Ricky made her way over to The Devil Blue, despite the high end resort’s “vibes” being as far away from the Elephant Bones’ as possible. The moment London overheard something about a supposed underground doctor working from the confines of the resort and notified the rest of the team, Glitch bolted outside the restaurant and made her way over to it as quickly as possible. As entertaining as it was, the whole “taking Shelldrake to the vet to heal his broken wing” debacle made the team realize the necessity of alternative treatments for stand related injuries.
Glitch knew that the treatment would likely be incredibly expensive and far out of her or her teammates’ paychecks, but keeping it in mind for any emergencies could certainly help in the future, right? And worst case scenario, if she found nothing, at least she’d be able to help herself to some delicious grub!
Then again, she had no idea where to find this supposed clinic.
Glitch leaned down on her cane, summoning Vida Loca and looking at the area around her. She was in the middle of a large plaza, The Devil Blue’s entrance in front of her. Behind her was the ferry station which she’d just arrived from, and to her sides were many stores and restaurants selling a variety of goods. Glitch kept these spots in mind for the near future, thinking about the delicious food they contained and making sure to figure out how to get her hands on some of it.
Truthfully, Glitch didn’t have much of an idea of what the hell she was planning on doing, but that didn’t matter, because she never did. She hopped around the plaza and the surrounding alleyways, keeping an ear out for the rustling of food packages amidst the sea of noises while exploring them, “helping herself to” (stealing) a few packets of chips for herself along the way. After enough skittering around, she made her way through an alleyway, Vida Loca alongside her, the gargantuan cat squeezing tight to fit, and blocking the path through. They were near an odd building - though it was an “information center” for the nearby nature reserves in the archipelago, it seemed unreasonably large to be solely for such a thing.
“Umm… Excuse me, miss!” An upbeat man’s voice could be heard coming from in front of Vida Loca, the stand separating between him and Glitch. “I’m trying to pass here, and your stand is in the way! It’s important, you know - I’ve gotta meet with Hull! Oh, wait, you probably don’t know who he is, right? He’s… uh... The own- wait no, I should stop before I accidentally reveal something too confidential, haha-” Before the man could finish his rambling, Glitch started climbing onto Vida Loca’s back, peering at the man from above.
From what she could make out, the man was blond and of average height. Vida Loca’s face, meanwhile, was squeezed into the nearby wall and facing the direction opposite him, so tapping into its senses wasn’t much of an option. “Hmmmmrgh...” Glitch let out an odd noise, legs wiggling and moving about as she climbed up more and more, until she found herself sitting on the stand. She then tried to climb on top of it in an attempt at looming over the man, before nearly slipping off, frantically struggling before using some vibrations to stop her in place and sitting down. She looked over at the man’s blurred face, making out a wide grin, which she responded to in kind. “Hehe,” maybe this man had information that would be useful for her.
“See, I’m looking for an underground clinic for stand users or something like that. Should be around here, but I can’t find it! I’ve been looking for so long that I managed to snatch three packets of crisps already!” as if to accentuate the number, she put her arm forwards and raised three fingers “And crisps are great! But I want to find this clinic as well!” Glitch raised her arms into the air in exasperation. “Now, if you tell me where the clinic is, or help me find it in some other way, I’ll get Vida Loca to let you pass! Does that sound good?”
There was a slight pause as the man tilted his head, before breaking out into laughter. “Hahaha! Wow, that’s one hell of a deal! About the clinic, I’m afraid to say that you’re gonna have to wait a bit more! See, it’s actually right here,” he says, pointing at a nearby, unassuming door “and I help run it, but we’re closed for the next hour! Me and Peres have some work to do and meetings to attend, so you’ve gotta wait! Don’t worry though, I’ll make it up to you - I’ll let your crisp stealing slide for now, haha!” Another fit of laughter.
Glitch’s expression shifted into a pout. So she was stuck here for another hour? Bleh! Seeing her expression, the man chuckled again “What’s the problem? I’m sure you’ll find something fun to do here for an hour, you know. Well, it probably won’t all be very legal, and the guards here might try to kick you out, but that’s not something I gotta deal with so I don’t really care, haha!” With that final sentence, the man crouched forwards and deftly ducked under Vida Loca’s body and between its tall legs, passing through.
“See ya!” Turning around, he waved to Glitch with a smile and walked back into the crowds of the plaza. “Plrrrgh…..” Glitch grumbled to herself, thinking about what she could do for the hour. She did overhear some of the resortgoers over in the plaza talking about going to the pool, so that could be fun. Sure, she was almost 100% sure that she wasn’t allowed in there, but what was the harm in sneaking in, eh?
She hopped off of Vida Loca, and with a pep in her step, began making her way over to one of the resort’s pools.
The ferry to the Devil Blue, Waterfront District, roughly 11:30 AM.
Laverne Cassiel wasn’t one to show it well, but they were definitely feeling slightly on edge here, and internally, criticising such an attitude. You can’t be on edge when you’re going to a luxury resort… You’re supposed to be at your best of moods when you go to do something nice, something extravagant… People will know that something is off, something is the matter.
Though troubled, it was not on their face nearly as much as they’d thought, however; it wasn’t so much that people were avoiding them based on a bad mood, so much as one did not talk to strangers on a ferry so much as they spoke to strangers on a bus, but also multiplying that by the disconnect of opulence towards those ‘not worth’ associating with.
“You hear about the prices on Niters? I’ve been absolutely dying to give these a try, demand is higher than ever, and the supply just… Tanks? What’s with that?” A random guy, hipster-looking, foodie, maybe, was complaining to a similarly bougie-looking friend, shaking his head.
The other man nodded, groaning. “I hear you, I hear you so hard… I wasn’t going to eat the stuff, seafood is against my diet, but I was going to prepare such wonderful pictures of a Niter Blowfish Tartare for my food blog… I’d already put down my deposit, contacted a local photographer and everything! I’ll have to get into their kitchens and find some, no matter the price, or my clout is ruined.”
Laverne had seen pictures of the stuff, and frankly, that guy was a moron if he thought it possible to make those things even remotely photogenic, even if he was probably making the right call not wanting to put it in his mouth; if Laverne ever had the opportunity, they would sure as hell wait for the other guy to take a bite. Had they heard it right, though? They were harder to find now or something?
Of course it made sense for the Devil Blue to get them in lighter capacity, if anyone in the area was, but what could be causing the shortage, so soon after they seemed to be becoming more common than ever? There was apparently an incident of sorts here not a few days ago, though people were keeping shush on just what the hell was going on because of that.
Honestly, Laverne didn’t actually care all that much. Their assessment was that it related to whatever in the area would sometimes cause people to ‘disappear’, and whatever that was was probably injured or forced to retreat now (not dead… If it was dead, the supply would stop entirely, which was not the case) and ODIN was trying to keep the news quiet. Least the news made it a lot more comfortable for them to travel by ferry for what they really cared about that day: this Devil Blue resort apparently had a clinic which serviced the Stand-using underground. Doubtless, in times of growing strife like these, a place like that would be an informational hotbed, tactically vital to get in good with.
Though even the decision to investigate that today had been an improvised one, determined on the spot to be a sound tactical decision for one tipping point of a reason: they were being followed, and needed to get the hell away from that.
Roughly an hour ago - Sound’s Garden, near Heartache Casino
For the past several days, the members of Red Carpet Renaissance had all a strange feeling about them. While always it seemed there were eyes upon them in Los Fortuna, for some reason, it had been different in recent days. There was a particular sense to everyone that there was someone, specifically following them, and nobody knew who it could be, or why.
Laverne, though they had yet to report this, had a feeling about where it came from, correlating when it started: it began the day after Kimijo Kaneko went to investigate that damn baseball game. Sure, some people on that chat program were doing their moral grandstanding about what happened there, pretending they’re better than that, that her opponent being a good man makes any of what she did different from every damn fight every damn day in this city, but all of them, it seemed, were at least for the moment wise enough not to put their money where their mouth is and actually follow up on it, and if they had, they’d probably be in some nightmare backroom right now.
This feeling, it was different, as if someone had started to take the entire team more seriously… Which, itself, meant a lot to unpack.
They had actually been trying to follow a sheepish event manager’s association with the owner of the casino that day, see if they couldn’t find something worth blackmailing him over and making him feel ‘indebted’ to them, but that case hadn’t been going smoothly as it could, and as they combed over the area, that is when they saw ‘them.’
A thin figure clad head-to-toe in black, jacket zipped up with a fuzzy-looking trim, biker gear, with orange underneath, and a distinct-looking helmet that looked like something out of a science-fiction film, mouthpiece something like a helmet of armor, visor black, lines and circles along the surface. The morning light reflected off of the visor hard enough to make Laverne squint. This person sat upon a sleek-looking sports bike, revving it at them.
When Laverne looked their way, the figure seemed to drive away, but kept showing up throughout the area, and more and more, Laverne got the distinct feeling this person was exactly the bad news they were waiting for…
They had to lose them.
So naturally, Laverne did just that, utilizing their Stand in a diversionary effort that seemed to successfully draw the figure away, and figuring that an offshore hotel was just the place to lose a biker for a little while. Besides that, within a few minutes of their reflection, the ferry wasn’t a minute away from reaching port at the Devil Blue. They could focus on this now, and not that bastard.
“H-hey, check this out! Someone’s driving on the water!”
The hipsters were speaking to one another, one handing the other a set of binoculars to look out on the waters due North of them, towards the mainland. The other, then, remarked in alarm. “Oh, my god! Is that the Black Angel, here? Oh, ooh, what a sight, what a sight!!”
“It definitely is, look at that!”
“Lemme see,” Laverne said, speaking up now before going ahead and seizing, with little resistance, the binoculars still around the first guy’s neck, going wide-eyed at what appeared on the other end.
The damn motorcycle was uneasily yet consistently making its way along the water, tires spinning as it raced forward against the momentum of the waves. The rider was the same, and what Laverne had read as a trim of fuzz around the upper torso of their jacket, now, flying just behind them as they advanced like a pair of short wings.
Shit, seriously?
Fucking hell, of course it’s a Stand or a Stand User or something.
Would Laverne have to fight on the way to this place..?
Wait, no, never mind. As they looked around, they saw the ferryman overhear just that, muttering into a radio too far, too quietly, to hear them, but close enough to see that the words ‘angel’ were being mouthed on their lips.
Ah, the island was close at hand, certainly closer to arrive at than this ‘Black Angel’ was fast, and some strong-looking people were coalescing around the ferry docks.
Keeping it cool, as the boat found its way to a stop, Laverne walked away, the sounds in the fading distance of a woman saying, “did you forget already? You’re not welcome on this island. Set so much as a wheel on the pavement before this resort you approach, and you know what comes next.”
Though the future was uncertain on whether or not they would cross paths again, for the rest of their time on the island, that was the last Laverne Cassiel saw of the Black Angel. Preliminary research made security seem lax here (they don’t deal with VALKYRIE at all, which is… Rare, for a high-profile private business like this), but it seemed they were just holding out for the important things… They couldn’t help but crack a private grin at how this poor bastard had followed them all this way, only to get turned away near instantly. Haha! Victory: Laverne. Serves you right for wasting my morning! Now, onto making use of this new place..!
They soon, like Glitch, learned that this ‘Peres’ was out, that they couldn’t get into the clinic without either breaking and entering (not that they were morally above it, but it wasn’t necessary) or waiting for that point…
Well, they’d come to a resort island, and knew for the time being that they were completely safe, so why not try to live a little to kill time?
A pool within The Devil Blue, Waterfront district 12:02 PM
Upon sneaking her way over a fence and into the resort’s pool, Glitch found herself with a severe case of choice paralysis. She stood out like a sore thumb, sprawled out on a lounger, ear perched out, picking up on and discerning between the wide variety of going-ons at the pool with a mischievous grin on her face the whole time. She could start off by taking a plunge, or perhaps use Vida Loca to get someone else to take one, or maybe go on a trip to the bar for a snack, or do one of the million other ideas that popped into her head!
“Heheh- oh!” before she could get too comfortable, she heard something very interesting - the sound of someone jumping over the fence, just like she had previously done. “Hmmm….” summoning Vida Loca for a better look, she saw Laverne, catching the investigator right in the middle of a decidedly illegal act. Not that Glitch cared, or even knew much about this odd person, but her interest had certainly been piqued.
Just as Glitch had taken notice of Laverne, so did they take notice of her, or more precisely, of Vida Loca’s massive form, staring right at them. With a quick shuffle they attempted to get out of the stand’s sight, preferring to avoid any unnecessary encounters with other stand users in what was supposed to be their way of killing time. However, Glitch wasn’t going to let them get away, and Laverne quickly found her right on their trail, wanting something to do with them. Instead of running away and possibly drawing more attention to themselves, Laverne opted to wait for Glitch to arrive.
And arrive she did, hopping towards Laverne and stopping in front of them, leaning in to get a close look at them and letting out an curious “Hmmrgh...” , which Laverne responded to by leaning back and putting a distance between them and this nuisance. “Do you want something, miss...?” they asked, faking confusion. With any luck, this person will leave them alone and they’ll be able to go on with their day.
“Glitch! I couldn’t help but overhear you jumping over the fence to get in, so I decided to go over and greet you! I did the same thing, you see, hehe...” She said, giggling to herself. Laverne looked back at them, a straight face hiding their annoyance at Glitch’s harassment.
“And I’m Laverne. I do believe that it’s best to keep a low profile in these situations, so it’s best for us to stay away from each other. If we make a scene and are caught, we’ll be kicked out of here, and I’m sure you’d rather-” “Boooooooooooooring!” Glitch interrupted Laverne with a loud shout, attracting the attention of some of the resortgoers, who’d begun murmuring between themselves. Laverne knew they needed to get away from this person if they wanted to stay in the resort.
“Hmm. Feel free to do whatever you want, Glitch, but I’m just here to relax, so I’ll be keeping a low profile. Here, take this and go find something fun to do.” Laverne said, taking a ten dollar bill out of their wallet and tossing it in the air, leaving Glitch to chase after it while they slunk away.
Glitch, on her end, was quite pleased by the bribe, and immediately found herself spending it all on snacks which she quickly gobbled up. With the bribe money and snacks gone, she once again found herself thinking of what to do, keeping an ear out for interesting occurrences. A little boy slipping into the pool, an arguing couple, Laverne talking with a staff member about something…
She decided to focus on the latter, and managed to pick up on their conversation. Laverne was mentioning some sort of nuisance that had snuck into the pool, a short woman who was currently in the- wait. They were talking about HER, weren’t they?! They were trying to get her kicked out!
Gasping out loud at the sheer audacity, Glitch was utterly shocked! This person, whom she had seen as a kind benefactor who had given her spending money, a comrade who had snuck into the resort just like she had, was trying to get her kicked out! “Hrrrggh…” She growled in annoyance. Laverne had just made this personal! They were trying to get her kicked out? Nonsense! She’d get them kicked out instead!
Laverne, meanwhile, hadn’t been successful in getting the staff to escort Glitch out of the premises. Something about them not having “sufficient evidence”, apparently. They turned over to look at her, only to realize that she had caught onto their attempts, as evidenced by her angry expression and the fact that her stand was out, staring at them as well. She pointed over to Laverne menacingly, her body language practically screaming ‘I’ll get you kicked out instead, just you wait!’.
“Tch,” This wasn’t perfect, but no matter. Laverne looked around the pool area, taking everything in. The positions of the employees, the items in the area, and the resortgoers… All predictable. The one anomaly was her, Glitch. She seemed so odd, with her utterly simple desires and her desire to one-up them. Laverne was an expert of deduction, but their expertise was completely unnecessary when it came to trying to tell what this woman was thinking.
She wanted to challenge Laverne? So be it. They were sure they weren’t going to lose.
OPEN THE GAME! (credit to magistelles for the image!)
Location: A fenced-off area with two pools, one regular (20x48) pool and one diving pool (20x20, very deep), one of many such areas within The Devil Blue. The whole area is 80 meters long and 44 meters wide, each tile being 4x4 meters. The light grey areas on the map are the walkways, and the light green ones are grassy areas on the side of the pool. The dark grey paths going over the pool are bridges, tall enough that they can be passed under. The purple rectangles indicate the positions of the diving boards, one being 1 meter tall, one being 5 meters tall, the final being 10 meters tall. The brown tiles represent the bar area.
All across the pool’s perimeter on the walkways, there are many lounging chairs for relaxation and umbrellas for shade, with resortgoers occupying many of them. A few are situated on the grass as well. Some of the resortgoers have left their bags on the loungers, containing a variety of different items that one might take to the pool, alongside cash and their room keycards. There’s also the bar area, serving basic food and drinks to whomever may need it, provided they have the cash for it.
Goal: Get the employees in The Devil Blue to kick your opponent out! If you act overly suspicious, the resort employees will ask you for your room keycard and attempt to investigate you.
While the employees won’t bother you unless you bother them first, they’ve got a few rules they expect you to keep:
- You must have a keycard to be within the pool
- Don’t bother or attack the other resortgoers and ruin their stay
- Don’t carry any dangerous objects within the pool area
- Don’t destroy any resort property
If the employees spot you breaking any of the rules, or are given evidence of you doing so, they will begin questioning you and ask for your room keycard. If one is shown to them, they will let you off with a warning, and if one isn’t, they will kick you out. After you’re let off with a warning, you will be kicked out if you’re reported and approached an additional time.
Additional Information: Resortgoers can be found all around the area, with 222 physicals and a 3 in “dear god just let me calm down in peace”. Unless you’re really annoying them, they’ll try to ignore you and go on with their lives, and if you do annoy them enough, they’ll complain about you to the employees.
The employees are situated mostly around the bar area and around the gates, but are also dotted around the perimeter of the pool, overlooking the goings-on of it, though they’re situated sparsely enough that there’s substantial “deadzones” that their sight doesn’t ordinarily cover. They have 222 stats, and a 4 in collective memory - they communicate with each other efficiently, remember your faces and which keycard you supposedly have, and will call you out if they spot you breaking any of the rules multiple times.
Any stand users that are currently within the area, if there even are any, don’t seem to really care about you letting your stands out and won’t pay it any mind. However, if any resortgoer is injured in a severe capacity due to your stands for a reason that can’t be explained away as anything else, the pool will be closed and you will lose the match.
| Team | Combatant | JoJolity |
| Graveyard Shift | Tiger “Glitch” Ricky | “My tail is second only to my face! I want to rub it on my teeth and then lick it back all pretty!” Though Laverne has interrupted your plans somewhat, the reason you came to the pool in the first place was to have fun, and you’re not gonna let that change! Make sure to have as much fun as possible while trying to get Laverne kicked out! |
| Red Carpet Rennaisance | Laverne Cassiel | “Look! My right hand! It turned back into wood again! It’s not gonna turn back into a hand anymore! This is bad, Toshizaku!” As opposed to Glitch, you’re not the type to be so blatant about your actions and attempts at kicking Glitch out. Remain subtle throughout your strategy, make sure that your clay statues aren’t exposed for what they truly are in front of the bystanders! |
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A Random Fact you (Probably) Didn't Know About Each Playable Hero
- Tracer's abilities are not inherent. A common mistake made by many Overwatch Fan-Fiction writers is that Tracer naturally has her abilities. This is not the case. Tracer's abilities result from a teleportation accident that left her desynchronized from the flow of time, causing her to fade in and out of existence. Winston devised a chronal accelerator (the device you see on her chest in her default skin) to keep her anchored to the present, it's this device that gives Tracer her powers.
- Symmetra is autistic. I don't blame you if you didn't know this one, because it kind of caught me by surprise too. Symmetra is on the autism spectrum, this is alluded to in her comic "A Better World."
- The Tattoo under Pharah's eye is a symbol of protection. You may have noticed the "eye of horus" tattoo underneath Pharah's right eye. In her comic "Mission Statement," it is revealed that Pharah got the tattoo because her mother Ana wore a similar tattoo under her left eye and Pharah believed it to be a symbol of protection. In that same comic, she learned that it is actually to help her protect the ones she loves.
- Hanzo was the one who injured Genji. Hanzo was the one who originally gave Genji the injuries that ultimately resulted in Genji becoming a cyborg. Hanzo would later be consumed by this guilt and leave the Shimada Clan, only returning home once every year to honor Genji. (even though Genji was still alive [yes, Hanzo thought he killed Genji])
- Reaper was in the Soldier Enhancement Program alongside Soldier; 76. Going by the callsign "Soldier; 24," Reaper, or Gabriel Reyes as he was known then, was in the Soldier Enhancement Program alongside Soldier; 76, or Jack Morrison, and they were both the American representatives on the original Overwatch strike team. Even though Reyes was Morrison's superior, he was passed up for commanding Overwatch in favor of Morrison. This is the root of their divide that would ultimately result in the downfall of Overwatch.
- Winston is from the moon. Winston was one of the animal subjects kept on the Horizon Lunar Colony to study the long-term effects of low gravity on humans. He was a particular favorite of the scientist Harold Winston, which is where Winston gets his name. Dr. Winston and all the other scientists on the colony were killed when the other animals, mostly gorillas, got tired of being subject to genetic experiments and revolted. Winston didn't partake in the revolution and escaped to Earth, not suspecting his friend Hammond was in tow.
- Torbjorn lost his arm during a mission. Torbjorn lost his arm in an Overwatch mission code-named "white dome." The mission's purpose was to eliminate a small pocket of Omnic resistance in Istanbul that had been giving conventional troops some trouble. The mission went sideways and Torbjorn was severely injured, loosing his left arm. Reinhardt saved Torbjorn, and in exchange, Torbjorn let Reinhardt be the godfather of and name Torbjorns unborn daughter, whom Reinhardt named "Brigitte."
- Bastion's bird has a name. You know that cute bird that hangs around with Bastion? It actually has a name, it's called "Ganymede." I'm not certain where that name comes from, but it was building a nest on Bastion's shoulder when Bastion mysteriously came back online.
- Mercy is basically immune to aging. Yeah, this is another one that caught me by surprise, too. In Ana's origin story trailer, you can see Mercy hanging out over Torbjorn's shoulder. Yet in the game, she doesn't look like she's aged a day. This is because Mercy's Valkyrie suit is one of the most medically advanced pieces of technology in the world. It can cure most illnesses, heal most injuries, and can even delay the aging process. Mind blown.
- Widowmaker used to be a ballet dancer. Before she became Widowmaker, everyone's favorite sniper in Overwatch was known as Amelie Lacroix. She used to be a ballet dancer married to the Overwatch agent Gerard Lacroix. Talon, the main antagonists of Overwatch's story, tried several times to kill Gerard, but failed. They then brainwashed Amelie to get her close to Gerard, who then killed him in her sleep. After Talon reacquired her, they then completed the brainwashing and subjected her to multiple genetic experiments, turning her into the blue, cold-blooded killer she is now.
- Zenyatta believes the Omnics have souls. Ever wondered why Zenyatta looks like a Buddhist Monk? That's actually because he's part of a religious sect of Omnics that believe that the Omnics have souls. (who knew robots could be religious?) He disagreed with his order's ways of spreading this belief through dogmatic teaching, and believed the way to heal the wounds of the Omnic Crisis was through interpersonal connection and engagement. He ultimately left the order over this disagreement, hence his voiceline on Nepal; "I wonder if I am still welcome here."
- Reinhardt wasn't originally supposed to be on the Overwatch team. Believe it or not, Reinhardt wasn't supposed to be the German representative on the original Overwatch strike team. That honor would've gone to Reinhardt's commanding officer, Commander Baldrich. Before Baldrich's death at the battle of Eichenwald, he named Reinhardt to be his replacement, which is how Reinhardt got onto the strike team.
- Zarya used to be a professional weightlifter. Zarya was a professional weightlifter in Russia after the end of the Omnic Crisis. When the second Crisis started in Siberia, and Zarya's home town threatened, she gave up her career to fight on the frontlines.
- Junkrat found something inside the Australian Omnium. Junkrat claims to have found something inside the ruins of the Australian Omnium. What exactly it is, no one knows, and it's implied in his bio on the Overwatch website that it's not even a physical item, stating only that it's some "secret."
- Soldier; 76 is the target of a manhunt. After Overwatch's downfall and his supposed "death," Jack Morrison, now going by his old callsign of Soldier; 76, began raiding old Overwatch storage depots to find out why the organization collapsed, which is how he got his Pulse Rifle, biotic field generator, and tactical visor. He was seen on one of the security cameras, making him the number one most wanted man in the world.
- Roadhog blew up of the Australian Omnium. Roadhog used to be part of Australian Liberation Front, a group of people that were angry with Australian government's handling of Omnic relations. The war between the ALF and Omnics continued to escalate until the ALF blew up the Omnium in the Australian outback, which was the Omnic's main city in Australia. It's unclear if Roadhog was on the mission that blew up the Omnium. (though personally, I don't think he was, as given the method they used was to blow up the Omnium's fusion reactor, any such attempt would've been a suicide mission)
- McCree used to be a criminal. McCree was part of the Deadlock Gang, a small group of Bandits that would raid all over the American southwest. McCree was arrested in a sting operation by Overwatch's black-ops division, Blackwatch. Gabriel Reyes then gave McCree a choice; join Blackwatch or rot in prison. As you might've guessed, McCree chose the former option.
- Lucio's father worked for Vishkar. Lucio's father worked for the Vishkar corporation, which is the same corporation Symmetra works for, and he developed Vishkar's sonic amplification technology as well as it's hard light technology. Lucio would steal the former and use it to kick Vishkar out of Rio de Janeiro.
- D.Va was a professional gamer. D.Va was a professional gamer with a particular affinity for Starcraft. When the Gwishin Omnic began adapting to the Korean military and threatened Busan, D.Va was one of five pilots recruited to the MEKA program to stop it, where her quick reflexes and advanced tactical thinking could swing fights in the team's favor, the other four being other notable professional gamers such as King, Casino, Overlord, and D.Mon. (who was on the same team as D.Va at one point, hence their similar handles)
- Mei cryogenically froze herself. Mei used to be a climatologist who worked for Overwatch before the organization's collapse, and was stationed at a climate monitoring station called Ecopoint; Antarctica. A large storm struck the area just before the base was about to receive a critical resupply, and it was decided that the team would cryogenically freeze themselves until a rescue mission could be mounted. That mission never came, and all of the cryopods failed one by one until only Mei was left. Mei's cryopod revived her after nearly ten years, and after realizing what had happened in the intervening time and that the rest of her team was dead, escaped the facility on foot.
- Genji's cybernetic body was built by Mercy. After Genji's battle with Hanzo left him near-dead, he was saved by Mercy. At the time, Mercy hadn't perfected the technology that allowed her to heal and resurrect people, not that it would've helped much anyway. So instead, Overwatch offered to build him a cybernetic replacement, and in exchange, Genji would help Overwatch dismantle the Shimada clan's criminal operations. Genji agreed to this deal, and over the course of his service to Blackwatch, he and Mercy would become close friends.
- Ana's weapon runs on the same technology that powers Mercy's staff. Ana's biotic rifle uses the same kind of nanites that Mercy's staff emits whenever she heals or damage buffs someone. However, Ana's rifle was created against Mercy's wishes.
- Sombra's real name. It was revealed in the Zarya-centric comic "searching" that Zarya knows Sombra's real name; Olivia Colomar. It's unknown how Zarya knows that name, but from Sombra's reaction, it's pretty obvious that Sombra made sure that it would be impossible to find out her real name.
- Orisa used to be a security bot at the Numbani airport. Orisa was an OR-15 defense bot that was charged with defending the city of Numbani. She was heavily damaged when Doomfist attacked Numbani's airport, only to be restored by the child genius, Efi Oladele.
- Doomfist's arm is cybernetic. Underneath Doomfist's gauntlet is a prosthetic arm. Doomfist lost his original arm in a match when he was a professional fighter. Although he was wealthy enough to afford a prosthetic, the incident effectively put an end to his fighting career.
- Moira devised the genetic augmentations that turned Gabriel Reyes into Reaper. It's heavily implied in Moira's origin story trailer and the Retribution event that Moira gave Gabriel Reyes the genetic augmentations that turned him into Reaper. Whether the use of these abilities, the mixture with the Soldier Enhancement cocktail already in Reyes's system, or some third component turned him into Reaper is unknown.
- Brigitte is a very capable engineer. Just like her father Torbjorn, Brigitte is a very capable engineer. Unlike Torbjorn however, who favors building offensive weaponry, Brigitte has shown an affinity for shields and armor. (okay, me saying that makes me want Brigitte as an Engineer in Elite Dangerous now)
- Wrecking Ball used to participate in Junkertown battles. Hammond, who pilots his mech Wrecking Ball, used to participate in Junkertown mech battles, which was a popular sport in the area. He was named the reigning champion by the queen of Junkertown, but was largely introverted and kept to himself. (I'd do that too, if I were a genetically modified hamster in an area that hates anything that isn't human)
- Ashe is rich. Ashe comes from a very wealthy family, and her parents were highly sought after as business consultants. Ashe was a bit of a troublemaker when she was young, and would eventually leave her family with McCree and the family's omnic butler, Bob. The three would eventually co-found the Deadlock gang. After McCree joined Blackwatch, Ashe would keep an image of McCree in the gang's hideout on the dartboard.
[OC] Bought and Sold. Chapter 14, Arc2
Have yourselves some plot! A couple different threads going at once here...
Oh yeah, the next chapter of Casino is going to have to be next week. No way I'm going to have it done in time by Wednesday. Main story comes first.
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17 days after arrival, evening
“That’s all of ‘em!” Daniel declared over comms as they re-entered the estate grounds. “No more banks runnin’ this side of the tower.”
Tank, Mike, Matchka and Rob were returning with Matchka driving the altered small transport. Tank was riding on the platform and the men were flanking it, keeping pace on their feet.
“Welcome back!” Stacey sent back to them. They had come in from the east entrance, closest to the central block. Which was also the opposite side of the garage where Stacey was almost certainly at work. She would wait there for Mike.
Cynthia met them outside meeting up with Rob for a hug.
“Hey what’s wrong?” He asked as he wrapped her up in his arms.
Daniel whistled at the pair as the rest of the group passed by, Rob flipped him a casual bird.
Mike and Daniel just laughed.
“Sign language?” he could hear Matchka ask.
“Yup, sure is!” Daniel laughed, explaining nothing.
Rob leaned down and wrapped Cynthia up in his arms. “Okay, now that they’re outta earshot, what’s wrong?”
Cynthia sighed. “It’s not really wrong, I’m just having a hard time with the data stuff,” she complained. “But I can’t just not do it. I don’t want to weigh down the group.”
She’d been having a hard time with the learning since she had started. Most of the rest of them didn’t really pressure her. Otto did lightly, but he was clearly only trying to provide her motivation and advice, he wasn’t cruel about any of it. Cynthia just couldn’t focus on the important bits. She had never done well at school.
She was okay at ordering the drones around. That wasn’t too terrible. She was also getting better at the things that interested her, the artistic endeavors at modeling and animating.
“Otto could probably help me install this annoying stuff if he wasn’t so busy,” she complained. “I just want to do fun stuff.”
“Oh really,” Rob said with a deep voice.
“Whoa!” Cynthia cried out in surprise as Rob swept her right off her feet. She then shrieked as Rob tossed her lightly into the air. She laughed as he carried her around the building.
Cynthia punched him in the arm, “Don’t just do that you lump!”
“Yes ma’am,” he said all too seriously, but he wasn’t putting her down just yet.
“You can put me down,” Cynthia hissed at him. “They’re gonna see us!”
“Nope, I’m doing something fun, you’re gonna have to live with it,” Rob responded. “And going by Stacey and Mike’s example, they’ve already heard us.”
She went red as a lobster. She had rediscovered shame after leaving Hrossincru. The Kraltnin being around had ceased to bother her, but the idea of the other Humans knowing was a totally different story.
“But at least the soundproofing is in, right?” he asked with a big grin. She punched him in the arm again.
“Ow, that was the same spot!”
Realizing she was trapped, she accepted her fate and settled into his chest as he walked over to the stones.
“Just do what you can do,” he said suddenly. “You might be surprised at what you can manage when things get serious.”
“You think so?” she asked quietly, looking up at his face.
“I know so,” he looked into her eyes seriously if only for a moment. “You’ve got it where it counts, I’d put my life in your hands in a moment.”
She could only look away. She didn’t know if she believed that.
18 days after arrival, estate garage
The weapon exploded in Daniels hands, scattering shrapnel all about and arcing power through his body.
The simulation then halted, the weapon dissolving into strings of information and his avatar reforming without injury.
“Hee hee hee,” Mike giggled, joining him in dataspace. “You physically jumped at least a foot into the air!” he explained while laughing.
“Shit was scary!” Daniel defended himself with annoyance. “It blew up in my hands dammit!”
“Yeah, sure, but it was still fuckin’ funny!” Mike said with a broad grin. He then waved his hand in front of him bringing up the weapon Daniel had just blown up.
Daniel was the first in after breakfast, they’d tried a couple versions of the gun the previous night and he was anxious to get back to it. Mike had been a little longer to arrive. But he’d arrived just in time for the show.
They had been poking at various different things and hadn’t seen a need to really alter the line of plasma weapons available to them. There were lots of different variants for drones and vehicles as well as the Gerlen clones. Although oddly, they hadn’t been able to find anything for the stealth or armored Gerlen, they just weren’t being grown in the west block.
So they had decided to reproduce some stuff from sci fi shows they’d seen at home. Rail guns was the second thing Daniel decided to play with. He’d made a shotgun first with Mike’s help, but found out the next moment that he didn’t have proper ammunition.
Mike had undertaken that task, setting about trying to make some bullets. It had taken him a full day to realize almost none of the makers would do it. Everything was good for building frames, electrical components and other powered components. But only one of them could produce reactive materials. Cynthia had given him an almighty glare when she realized he was making bullets in her ‘kitchen’.
It still gave him the shivers when he thought about it.
Not that the food maker would construct the whole bullet. He still made use of the structural and technical makers for shells, but the food maker could naturally use provided materials and structures if he wanted it to. So he was making shells. He had only make a couple basic shotgun shells so far, some buckshot, some slugs. But he had been spending a bunch of time in the simulator trying to reproduce stuff from memory. He’d seen more than a couple online videos of experimental things. He was determined to duplicate some of the better designs, although it was taking a bunch of experimenting to get the designs right.
The anti-personnel shell had been relatively easy, making a split pointed slug with a plug in the center that would cause the points to spread out and fragment.
He’d also duplicated a design was supposed to work quite well for armor-piercing with a thick heavy metal center and a surrounding light composite that would stabilize the projectile, but be shedded when the center pin struck armor.
Now he was trying to duplicate a high performance heavy sabot slug that he had seen, but he’d only just started and it seemed to want to wander all over the place.
All of this didn’t account for any fancy materials that were available either.
He had ideas for other bullets or weapons later, but he’d determined to start with shotguns, something he was familiar with. He probably didn’t even need the experimental shells. Slugs and buckshot were well proven, but he had goals.
“So how goes the explosions?” Mike asked. “They’re supposed to end up over there aren’t they?” he said, pointing at a simulated target some distance away.
“I’m gettin’ better,” Daniel said, his voice tinged with annoyance. “I never done anythin’ like this. It might be better if I knew the science instead of just trying out parts that look right.”
“Pfft, how hard could it be,” Mike said waving a hand at Daniel. He wasn’t being serious.
“Oh, I dunno, it’d prolly’ help if I knew more than ‘electricity makes it go!’ when I started this.” Daniel said bitterly. “Hey SPIRE, yer’ a fancy computer, got any idears?”
“... I am sorry Daniel, I am prohibited from weapons development,” SPIRE responded.
“What, they sure didn’t like ya’ havin’ fun.”
“Hey SPIRE,” Mike asked, “Putting what Daniel is doing aside, do you know how a mass driver works?”
“A mass driver? I am not certain I know that term.”
“Good, I mean, it’s a concept for launching spacecraft into space with rails and electricity.
There was a long delay before SPIRE spoke. “...An electromagnetic launch system?”
“Uhh, yeah, probably, think you could boil it down for us? For spaceship launches of course”
“For spaceship launches. Of course. But… boil it...?”
“Explain it to us in simple terms?”
“Hmm… yes, I can do that.”
It took a couple minutes to get past the portions of the explanation they didn't need, but once they were able to simplify it down to just electromagnetically moving a ‘package’… Well, the explanation was much simpler than the brothers had actually expected.
Have a couple rails, have a projectile set in between the rails, pass a current through that projectile. There was a bit more to it of course, but the concept wasn’t the problem.
It was really about having the components that were capable of doing the job. Daniel was cussing for the next couple hours while he put together his first working railgun. ‘You were trying too hard’ wasn’t the answer he wanted, but at least it was one he could work with.
Gerlen shadow officer
He watched the tube rise into the ceiling, the group lined up to receive the Grand Giant. Three more of the Giant variants looked successful and one seemed like it had failed, but would still be ‘usable’. The rest of the group had completely failed.
Still, three and a half Giants and a commander. This was an impressive improvement in capability.
The available Gerlen force had increased to seventeen scouts, twenty-two soldiers, eight assault, and four shadows. That was the sum of ‘successful’ clones. There was still a supply or ‘failures’ stumbling about. They had also managed to equip all of the soldier variants with either an assault weapon or a Deviation plate shield.
The Giant commander thumped out of his pedestal. He was easily three times the size of the assault Gerlen. He was covered in smooth black armor with blue highlights and gold decorative traces. Unlike the rest of the Gerlen clones, Giants were far more machine than they were biological.
The mass of metal walked up to the Shadow who had been in charge. “Grand Giant, assuming command,” He spoke down with a booming voice.
“Shadow Commander, relinquishing command,” he responded, his voice like a whispering echo of the Giant. He lowered his head as he spoke.
“Report the situation, the orders are unclear.”
“Yes, But first, I must advise you to disable all dataspace connections, there is a viral agent corrupting decanted soldiers. One of the reasons for our lack of manpower.”
“... Understood,” The Giant paused for a moment, likely passing the command along to his subordinates. They had exited their own tubes and were thumping their way to join the group.
“Connection disabled, limited to short range comms, now report.”
“Six standard days ago, I was decanted with the first batch of Shadows. I assumed command of a limited selection of Gerlen forces. As you can see, the cloning process is compromised. I am in fact surprised that you and three more Giants besides decanted successfully.”
“Estimation of success rate?”
“Base approximation of ten percent success. We have lost several successful decanted due to hidden dataspace corruption however.”
“Hmm.” The Giant’s voice dripped with disappointment. “I assume we have a center of operation?”
“Yes, the closest barrack has been converted with little trouble, although we have had to place several scouts on duty to prevent maintenance drones from removing emplacements.”
“Lead the way, and continue the report,” The Giant ordered. The Shadow, now second in command bowed his head and turned. As he began walking he could hear the thumping behind him. “The drones do not cooperate then?” The Giant asked next.
“No, they fail to recognize our presence,” The Shadow explained. “This may however be a mix of good and bad. The drone patrols constantly engage in battle with each other, their recognition systems damaged. But they ignore us, sparing us the burden of unnecessary combat. The result is that ship resources are being drained by the constant loss of Drones and Gerlen decanted. Scrap takes time to repurpose.”
“Hmm, and the invaders?”
“The invading crew is small, but is composed primarily of Humans of all things.”
“Humans?” The Giant had to spend several moments accessing implanted memories. For a minute there was only the sound of marching soldiers and stomping metal giants.
“Humans,” The commander finally said with disgust. “What is their composition and progress?”
“We have witnessed the presence of five separate Humans, one Bellani, One Leralin and one Unique Kraltnin. Accessed ship records suggest it is an improved genetic variant of the Kraltnin ‘Alpha’.
“A problem?”
“Less so without servant Kraltnin, but at least as problematic as a Human. Beyond that we believe there are more individuals hidden within the West Block estate, which brings us to progress.” He paused as he pulled a small disk out of a slot that had opened up in the right side of his abdomen. He turned and offered it to the Giant commander.
“The invading crew has set about disabling the dataspace network around them. Considering our problems with the hidden corruption, it seems they are aware the Manifestation of Fate is compromised.”
The Giant took the disk and a panel extended out sideways from an identical section of his own abdomen. He slotted the disk in and his on ship map was updated with an accurate map of the Human held zones.
“They have kept themselves contained,” the Giant said, noting how much dataspace the Humans had disabled as opposed to how much territory they held. “They have disabled the North Block construction bay?”
“Worse, they have also taken two drone construction bays and redirected one of the West Block recycling processors to the West Estate. We would have to irreparably damage the center to eliminate that source,” The Shadow reported as they continued walking. “They have already shown themselves able to customize and build drones and weapons as well.”
“Eugh,” the Giant grunted with disgust. “What is the condition of the Servitor, and more importantly, the Superior?”
“The Servitor is… unintelligible. There have been moments where it almost seemed to communicate, but those are short and rare. I have seen no evidence of Superior presence.” The Second explained.
“That is not possible. If there was no Superior, we could not have been born.”
“I am only-”
“We will report to the central Tower.”
“I am not certain-”
A giant gauntlet descended upon the Shadow’s head and gripped the Gerlen with painful force. The Giant picked up the Shadow by his head and brought the smaller clone around so that the Shadow could look into the blank visor of the Giant.
“We will report to the central Tower.” He repeated, his tone lowering in dissaproval.
“But the Avatar!” the Second gasped out in pain. “It might also be compro-mugh!” he ceased speaking as the Giant gave him an extra little squeeze.
“It is our DUTY and HONOUR to serve our Superior. We WILL report to the Central Tower.”
“Affirmative!” the Shadow gasped out.
“Good.”
The Giant tossed him sideways and the Shadow grunted in pain as he hit the wall with more force than should ever have been necessary. He slid to the floor in the next moment, coming to a gasping, coughing rest.
“You!” The Giant demanded, pointing at the soldier officer. “Lead the way to our barracks.”
“Yes Grand Giant.” The small officer scurried to the fore and began to lead the way.
The Grand Giant stomped away and the rest followed. The Shadow officer picked himself up off the ground, but had to lean against the wall for a moment, still dizzy.
He understood it on a logical level. The Giants were a greater creation than Shadows like him. They had more firepower, better sensors, stronger dataspace support and were an order of magnitude more physically powerful.
The Shadow was only several days old, still he understood and knew by instinct and genetic inheritance the intricacies of serving the Superior.
The three lesser Giants stomped past, not sparing him a glance.
He had not been prepared for the humiliation of being tossed aside like a scrap of food by a ‘fellow’ clone. He finished pulling himself together as the last of the soldiers and scouts passed by. His shadow companions stopped before him. The Grand Giant had the obedience of the others, but the Shadows knew, their loyalty was only to the Superior. Doctrine was to obey the Giants, but there were exceptions…
“We serve the Superior,” he said to them, his voice still raspy with pain. They nodded. “We will accompany the Giant as he makes his report.”
Later that day
“Oh yeah, I knew that,” Otto told Daniel.
“Oh, you knew didja?” Daniel responded, his rocking side to side with annoyance with every word. “Maybe if ya’ weren’t so busy you coulda told me then.”
“Well, I’m just a call away,” Otto told him with a straight face. “You could just drop me a line.”
Otto was doing a final check on the schematic before they printed a version of it. So far original designs hadn’t shown any sign of corruption, but it didn’t take too much time to do that final check.
Daniel had experienced enough simulated explosions to want to avoid feeling one hit his real body.
Daniel sighed at Otto. “Yeah, I guess so. Yer’ jus’ so busy the last couple ‘a days.”
“Yeah, I am,” Otto said with a frown, “but I don’t think I can afford to take it slower…”
“Somethin’ botherin’ ya?” Daniel asked with a pointed look. “Yer’ startin’ to get bags under yer’ eyes again.”
“You know what? Yeah,” Otto said straight. “This ship keeps using things it isn’t supposed to, right?”
Daniel blinked. “Uh, I guess so.”
“I’m afraid of what it might try to use next, since everything isn’t functioning right. For all I know the stepdown generator running this whole show could have a meltdown tomorrow.”
Daniel stilled. “Shit.” Now that Otto had made his point, Daniel couldn’t see any way or reason to argue with it.
“Yeah, shit,” Otto agreed. “It was never supposed to activate the Gerlen clone banks, or the drone fighters when we were landing, but it sure as hell it did both of those things. The SI had it's limits removed when that rogue Silianisca screwed up the ship. I can’t guess what it might do next in it’s drunken haze.
“So what, we’re playing russian roulette here?”
“Sort of, yeah. I doubt it will do something to kill itself, but I can’t really predict that. That’s why I’m pushing at every angle I can move to get things sorted. That’s why we’re going to start working our way into the central tower tomorrow.”
Daniel nodded. “Okay, can’t blame ya fer’ bein’ worried.” He hesitated for a moment. “Don’t burn yer’self out tho’.”
“Good plan,” Otto replied, dropping out of dataspace. “The gun seems to be fine, no corruption to speak of. I’m gonna go eat.”
“Cya soon,” Daniel replied. “I’m gonna get this printin’.”
Otto made to turn away, then looked back at Daniel.
“Hey, a question though.”
“Ya?”
“You said… SPIRE explained it to you?
“Ya.”
“Hmm. SPIRE shouldn’t have been able to do that. It’s got really strong protections against weapons development.”
“Oh, Mike told SPIRE it was fer’ launchin’ spaceships.”
Otto’s head tilted slightly with his mouth hanging open. His mouth then closed and his eyes narrowed momentarily as he thought about it. “Still shouldn’t have worked…”
“Somethin’ we should be worried about?” Daniel asked.
Otto looked him in the eyes. “I’m doing my best to be able to answer that with ‘no’. If I believe the answer changes to ‘yes’, I’ll let you know.”
The younger brother nodded at him. “Fair ‘nuff.”
Central tower, Grand Giant
Upon His birth, the very first emotion the Grand Giant felt was disappointment.
The Giants were created for battle. Designed for carnage. Born for War.
Instead, it had been decanted on this corrupted ship with its compromised Servitor and substandard subordinates for pest control.
And the most capable of the group, the officer of the Shadow unit had turned out to be a coward. Less than ten enemies and he had not dared to so much as make a squeak.
At this moment they were approaching the Grand Hall where the Superior would gaze upon their glorious servants from above. The Giant felt a twinge of anticipation for the meeting. This was supposed to be a glorious first meeting, instead he didn’t know what he was going to find.
The small barracks had been adequate. The Shadow had made the wise decision to place themselves close to a database access to make up for the datascape disconnection. That was one point he had to concede. They had records of Gerlen spontaneously going berserk.
They would never kill something such as he, but damage would be… difficult, to repair at this time.
Indeed, the Shadow officer had been capable and thorough in his scouting and information gathering. While his decision to hide from the Humans had been cowardly, he had shown his competence in command elsewhere.
That was the only reason he still lived.
The Giant stopped before the entrance to the Grand Hall. The door cracked open, allowing a bright sliver of light to shine through. The two sides then retreated sideways into the wall, producing only a whisper of sound.
It was a grand amphitheatre. An assembly hall for servants and followers to gather around the stepped sides so that the Superior could share their wisdom and glory with their loyal servants. It was an impressive structure within the base of the tower, allowing room for ten thousand individuals to stand and witness.
Today, there were less than fifty. Once again, a disappointment.
They marched down the ramp leading to the base level of the hall from the entrance.
Arriving at the base level of the floor they stopped at a respectful distance from the center of the Hall.
The Giant held himself with head high and arms wide. “We have arrived to witness your Glory my Superior Masters!”
The Superior would know they were there. The Grand Giant had respectfully forwarded a request to meet their masters, and had received a reply.
Still, he waited with hands outstretched for over a minute. The response should have been instant.
“I see you, my faithful servants,” A voice boomed across the hall.
With a purposefully theatrical ‘pshhhh’ of air and several ‘K-clunks!’ of giant latches being released a platform began to drop from the center of the ceiling.
With that sound the subordinates of the Grand Giant all fell forward onto their knees in prostration, their arms forward and heads pressed to the floor. Aside from himself, the only one who remained standing was the Shadow officer, his second in command. Like himself the Shadow stood with his hands covering his eyes with his elbows wide. They were not permitted to look upon the Superior unless given permission.
“Ah, my faithful servants. I am pleased to see you survive despite the dreadful damage done to my glorious vessel.”
He felt his chest swell with excitement, he almost couldn’t bear to contain himself, but no permission was given to look.
“I, Naka Warsk Alter, commend you! Now, hear my words!”
Shadow Officer
Unlike the Grand Giant, he had peeked.
He had no intention to at first, but the voice of the Superior had been… wrong. Synthetic. The Grand Giant’s sensors were made for a grander scale. To watch and manipulate battlefields. His own sensors were meant for resolution and accuracy. Only he and his shadow subordinates would likely notice.
Through the barest crack of his fingers his superior vision saw the truth. If one did not peer too closely, then they would see the great and glorious figure of the Elder of the Manifestation of Fate.
To his fully activated vision, there was nothing on that platform but light. A holo projection of the Elder.
Where was the Superior? True, the command code that had arrived in local comms was undeniably that of the Ship Elder. But it was absolutely strange that the Elder would not be there in person.
The Grand Giant would most certainly get his ‘answers’, but the Shadow had more questions of his own, and he dared not ask.
That night, the estate
“Otto, you’re falling asleep,” Aurula murmured to him.
“Hrn?” Otto grunted lightly, jerking away. His hand had stilled and rested on Aurula’s shoulder for longer than he had realized. “Ah, sorry,”
“It is… okay,” she responded, “but perhaps it is time we retired for the night.”
Aurula was sitting sideways on the ground in front of him, he has been working through the feathers on the back of her head and she’d been quietly warbling in pleasure in a range that was ‘just’ on the edge of his hearing. It had been somewhat melodic and he could just recall starting to hum. Then the sounds had drawn him away.
Otto had zoned out completely, falling asleep in the middle of what he was doing. He looked around suddenly, but they were still alone.
“Right. Yeah, I’ve been working too hard the past couple days, sorry,” He told her.
“As I said, it is okay.” Aurula said as Otto drew his hand away. She leaned on one hand used it to push herself to her feet. She turned to face Otto and he blinked at the blue bird standing just a bit taller than him. She tentatively reached out but hesitated for a moment.
Otto’s mouth opened slightly but he didn’t say anything, silenced when he saw the rise of her secondary crest, displaying a small but startlingly pretty crown of feathers.
She finally reached forward and ran her taloned hand through his hair. She lingered there for a long moment, her thumb moving in a light caress. He felt goosebumps in response to the hard talon running across his scalp. Otto was too stunned to say anything.
Suddenly she jerked her hand away. “You should get your rest,” Aurula said stiffly, then quickly walked away.
Otto had no idea what had just happened. Even less what to do about it
He sat for a few more minutes, his thoughts a tangled mess.
But the night wasn’t done with him yet.
As he stood and started heading to his room someone else started a conversation with Otto.
“Otto, may I ask you a question?” SPIRE sent quietly.
“Uh, yes? Go ahead SPIRE.”
“I am wondering why you lied earlier today.”
“... What?” Otto’s stomach twisted on itself. He was already confused, he didn’t need SPIRE to increase that burden.
“When speaking to Daniel about myself. You lied to him,” SPIRE’s voice was tinged with curiosity.
“Well I…” Otto didn’t get very far as a chill ran up his body. He paused as he digested the question further, letting his emotions coalesce into something he recognized.
Suspicion.
Otto had a long history of polite and casual deception. A natural result of the combination of his own personality and his upbringing. He had become very good at it, never encountering anyone actually capable or at least willing to call him on his subterfuges until after the fact. Even in the case of his slave implant being incapable of controlling him, Mike hadn’t punched Otto until the jig was up.
SPIRE had spoken as if it was an obvious certainty, but Otto didn’t think he’d given any hints away.
“SPIRE, what makes you think I lied?”
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