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♦ Topic: Panacea the Miracle Worker
In: Boards ► America ► Brockton Bay ► Capes Speculation ► Panacea
►Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Alright, I don't even know anymore. Usually not even I can get information on Endbringer fights, but this time… This time it's being shouted out loud and clear to everyone and everywhere.
Behemoth attacked Paris yesterday, and it is still standing. The death toll looks to be under 5000 according to my sources and the Hero-killers count of slain heroes? Eleven!
The lowest civilian death toll from Behemoth previously was around 150 000 people. This is huge, people!
We all know that hero deaths from Endbringer fights are never fully released, not even I can get my hands on those numbers. However during the years internet sleuths have been able to approximate the numbers based on how many Heroes never show up again after a fight, and usually Behemoth deaths go to triple digits in Heroes killed or permanently crippled, at least before two years ago when Panacea triggered.
Something like that was becoming unsustainable for obvious reasons.
Paris still stands, our Heroes are still alive. And according to my sources it's all down to Brockton Bay's very own Panacea!
I don't even know what to classify her powers as at this point, apparently her power reached out all over Paris, healing Heroes from a distance, healing deceased Heroes so quickly after their death that they survived. What do you even rate this at?
Panacea day is already a thing in France. And my sources say a Presidential medal of Freedom is coming Panacea's way and that she already has an invitation to the White House waiting for her.
It's not for nothing words like savior are being tossed around.
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►XxVoid_CowboyxX (Temp Banned)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
So Panacea has an undead army of Heroes now? Is she working with the Endbringers to gather up an army? I always knew she was evil! No one's that nice! Someone needs to do something about her permanently, before we all drown in zombies fr.
Also first yah losers!
►Aurelian (Verified Cape) (Équipe nationale de grève)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
Her divine touch brought peace and salvation, three times the devil came for me, three times I was brought back to serve by the hands of divinity.
She has come. She is salvation.
►Tin_Mother (Moderator)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
]XxVoid_CowboyxX take a week off, seven day ban for you, do not threaten heroes, not even indirectly or as a joke.
As an aside, Panacea has performed a real life miracle and it should not be dirtied or made into something it is not, it is a disservice to all the heroes who risked their life, and those who died. Keep the thread respectful.
►Free4thighs
Replied On May 13th 2010:
Aurelian What's a frenchie cape even doing in this forum? You able to read, frog? It says AMERICA!
Also, you died three times according to utube. Loser.
►Reave (Verified PRT Agent)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
On behalf of the Brockton Bay Parahuman response team and Protectorate, I'd like to extend our sincerest appreciation for the work of Panacea and the lives she saved today. All of our members will be returning to Brockton Bay to continue their good work in keeping our city safe.
►Candlestick
Replied On May 13th 2010:
@Reave Safe? Lol what city do you live in, can't be the same Brockton I live in fam.
Aurelian Someone's had ALL the kool-aid I see.
►Valkyr (Wiki Warrior)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
@Panacea I have no idea how to update your wiki, just gonna put OP next to your name for now.
Bagrat you always know stuff, got any tidbits on her power from the PRT yet?
► Glory Girl (Verified Cape) (New Wave) (Temp Banned)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
WHOO! Go Sis! That's my sister basically soloing an Endbringer! Next one we take down together alright!? I'm so pumped right now!
XxVoid_CowboyxX if I find you you're gonna be eating outta a straw for the rest of your creep life!!!!!!
►Tin_Mother (Moderator)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
Glory Girl, 24 hour ban, you know better, don't post threats.
►WhiteHarley (Banned)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
Tch, the Hero who can actually hurt someone badly gets 24 hours, while one of us regulars makes an indirect joke and gets seven days, what a suck up moderator.
Aurelian Freak confirmed. Stay over there weirdo!
►Tin_Mother (Moderator)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
@WhiteHarley Glory Girl has no previous infractions, the same can not be said for XxVoid_CowboyxX. Don't try and start something where there is nothing please and thank you, let's keep this forum clean and friendly for everyone.
►WhiteHarley (Banned)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
Removed by moderator.
►Brocktonite03 (Veteran Member)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
Whoa @WhiteHarley that's uncalled for, and disgusting. Hope mods report your IP dude.
Anyways, so does anyone know what to even classify Panacea as now? Bagrat I agree with @Valkyr, got any more info for us?
Either way holy shit Panacea did a thing.
►DiscoStu (Veteran Member)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
Glory Girl, you've been sniffing too much bleach blondie. The real heroes fought an Endbringer. You stayed at home painting your nails, and your sister stayed safe in the back, pipe down.
Bagrat any truth to the rumors that Armsmaster got wasted?
►DockMe
Replied On May 13th 2010:
@Reave Srsly? Are you trying to make this into another PRT stunt? Panacea isn't even one of you losers! She does more for the city than any of you ever have!
Try patrolling more than the boardwalk you hyped up government dogs!
►GloryHole (Banned)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
Removed by moderator.
►Tin_Mother (Moderator)
Replied On February 13th 2010:
Name not allowed, no posting sexually explicit scenarios, especially those kinds. Perma ban, I'm not retyping that name, you know who you are.
►JollyHippo (Veteran Member) (Secret Overlord)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
Umm, is anyone else seeing this Church of Panacea thing that's popping up all over the internet? I mean it's been only a few hours and they have like ten thousand members already.
Strangely enough the French cape weirdo isn't one of them, yet.
►Brocktonite03 (Veteran Member)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
@JollyHippo Oh man I see what you're saying, the weirdos are out in full force, they're calling her the SAVIOR, and yeah it's supposed to be in all caps.
Like, I'm not gonna join a cult, but I see where they're coming from.
Tbh tho, I'd rather worship Glory Girl, if you know what I mean ;) [https://forums.spacebattles.com/styles/sbforums/smilies/wink.gif]
►Bagrat (Original Poster) (Veteran Member) (The Guy in the Know)
Replied On May 13th 2010:
@Valkyr, @Brocktonite03, I currently don't have any more information on Panacea's powers but I'm working on it, she's not part of the PRT so I don't know how much I can finagle. (And no this does not mean I'm secretly in the PRT, don't even start.)
@DiscoStu Armsmaster has been pictured with his armor completely shattered across his torso, so it's possible that there's some truth to the rumors, it's not been confirmed yet.
Anyways,
Listen to this, there's capes joining the Church of Panacea, I'm scrolling down the members list, ( it's fully public for those that have the time to browse) And there's already three capes that I can see that have signed up. (That's not counting Glory Girl who probably signed up as a joke) The Panacea fan club has also seen an absolutely insane boost in numbers, growing to the fourth most followed cape in the world in just the last few hours.
She's already knocked Armsmaster off the top billet in Brockton Bay according to fan polls.
@Reave What is the PRT policy for a cape starting a religion?
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"Motherfucker!" Amy swore as she continued to scroll through PHO. It was bad enough that she was being called a miracle worker, but to have a cult start up - there's no way that would end well. And it better damn well be a joke that Vicky joined up!
She switched away from PHO and searched for the Church of Panacea, growing more discomforted as she searched through the webpage, it was pretty professional looking for something thrown together in less than a day. She scrolled through the list of names, grimacing as she came upon Glory Girl as one of the listed members. It was odd that they were publicly showing the members like that. Although if capes were joining maybe that was just a way to entice all the cape geeks to sign up.
"Aunt Sarah nooo, why are you guys like this!" She moaned in distress as she came upon Lady Photon of all people having signed up as well. At least Carol would lose it on more people than her.
She was kind of glad she forgot her phone at home and was using a borrowed one. She didn't want to imagine the amount of texts she had right now. Or how much Carol would be calling her. No doubt this stupid church thing would somehow be her fault. Even if she was unconscious when it started.
She put the phone down, not wanting to read any further, it was only pissing her off. Did no one realize that the more they propped her up the more likely it would be that people like Jack Slash or the Butcher would find it hilarious to come pay a visit? Was she the only parahuman with a working brain? Why was the likes of Alexandria allowing this shit and not stomping down hard?
Especially as she wasn't part of the Protectorate. They usually played pretty hardball with the independent heroes. Even the ones in an independent team.
At least the ache inside her was settling down. She still hurt, but it was more of a dull ache now, even thinking about using her powers made her wince, she still felt sore all over. She had confirmed though that she still had some expansion of her powers. She no longer could stretch across Paris, but the building she was in - she could reach out that far. She could feel it. It made her itch to try and get her hands on another parahuman and see if she could draw out another combination power now that she knew how. Unfortunately it didn't allow for her full capabilities, she could reach and suffuse people with her healing energy so to speak, mostly allowing it to go through the body and make it heal itself. She couldn't do any of her real bio tinkering across a distance, she'd have to actually be touching someone.
Made sense, she supposed. Even though it would have made things a lot easier for her if she could tweak people from a building away.
Both Alexandria and Legend had been back to check on her, interested in having her try and connect to Strider again, to see if she could replicate the feat. She'd had to demur so far due to her exhaustion and aching system. Hopefully she could hold it off long enough that she could get out of here first. She didn't mind testing it out, (She felt like she could for sure replicate the feat) but she didn't want to do it in front of Cauldron. Not to the full extent anyway. Some minor improvements shouldn't be too bad.
She eyed her phone, borrowed from some random nurse who'd been falling over herself at the honor. It had been very uncomfortable, Amy did not look forward to seeing more of that kind of awkward hero worship. She really wished she had a separate civilian identity to go hide in at the moment. Sighing, she picked the phone back up again. The longer she held off on this the more of a headache it would be. She dialed the number. Random nurse was about to get some sucky international call charges on her bill.
"Who's this?" Victoria answered immediately, like she'd been waiting for a call.
Amy let a breath out of her nose, "It's me, Vicky."
"Holy shit! Ames! Are you alright!? Everyone's going crazy about you!" Vicky replied with a note of concern under her exuberance.
"I've been better… It's been a bit much." Amy acknowledged, leaning her head back against her pillow. She'd still not been moved out of the medical area, the large mass trauma room felt very empty with only her as a patient. "Okay, so it's actually been way too much…"
"You're okay though? You're not hurt?" Vicky asked quickly, "They better be giving you the royal treatment!" Amy could practically see her sister pumping her arm in the air. She knew her that well.
"I'm just sore, and annoyed. Why did you join that stupid cult, Vicky? It's a bad joke, people will take that shit seriously!" Amy complained, she was used to Vicky doing stupid things, but joining a cult was a bit much. Besides Vicky was her minion, no stupid cult got to muscle in on that.
"It's hilarious!" Vicky disagreed cheerfully, "They've already come up with a prayer for you and everything, I helped a little." God, why does she sound proud of that! Shitty big sister!
Amy let that statement hang in the air as she hit her head against the phone, taking a deep breath, "Why!?" She groaned, "Vicky, how is mom even letting you get away with this BS?"
There was a pervasive silence on the other line, Amy couldn't help but let out a brief disbelieving laugh, "Oh god, she doesn't know? She's going to kill you!" Well… Actually it would probably be blamed on her instead.
"I didn't think that far ahead." Vicky admitted sheepishly, "She's busy talking with the press and some bigwigs and stuff, did you know we've all been invited to the White House?" She chirped, back to being bubbly and cheerful again. "And like, there's already a toy line being fast tracked for you, mom's on it right now, gonna call it the miracle line, snazzy huh? I'm tots jealous btw, but at least it's you."
Great… Only reason Carol isn't yelling about the church of Panacea is that she's too busy trying to make money off her name. Super. Being underage sucked, having a lawyer as a mom that hated you sucked worse, that should be her toy money, but she knew Carol would funnel most of it to New Wave or charity. Without asking her for her input, of course.
"Vicky… Please for me, just… Leave the cult, okay?" Amy said tiredly. Hearing that Carol would be coming to the White House for the medal ceremony did not exactly bring her joy. And of course the end of an Endbringer attack had her mom looking to capitalize on a toy deal, priorities right? The whole thing was going to be a mess, Amy wasn't looking forward to whatever shit would be dumped on her this time once she got home.
If anything Carol was worse than Canon because Amy refused to be silent and just take it now.
Things would explode once she got back to Brockton Bay. As much as she hated her stupid fame messing up her plans. It did give her some leverage to tell Carol to screw herself.
"Oh, hey Mom, I got Amy on the phone, did you want to speak to her?" Vicky, the absolute traitor, could be heard saying, speaking to Carol.
So much nope!
"Oh, wait, Alexandria needs to speak with me, talk to you later." Amy said bitchily and hung up before Vicky could answer, or worse, Carol could. She put her head in her hands groaning out loud. "Vicky, why? What have I ever done to you?" Well… Except messing with your mind and body chemistry… Was karma a thing? It felt like it was. Which, so not fair. Compared to original Amy she was practically a saint when it came to Vicky.
Had she turned Vicky into a flesh monstrosity? No? Then she was way ahead already, her karma should be excellent.
The phone started ringing, Amy eyed it like she had a live snake in her lap. Of course Carol would call back, she had the number now. She should have waited to call Vicky, why she bothered she didn't know, maybe she felt a bit lonely and stressed out. But it was a mistake, Vicky always defaulted to mom knows best in the end when it came to an argument. At least she knew that when it came down to it, Vicky would have her back in the end, she'd made sure of it. Didn't help so much with the petty shit right now with Carol though.
She resolutely ignored it. She'd pay for it later. But she wasn't dealing with Carol to go with all the rest of the shit going on right now.
Supervillains had it easy, if they had a bitchy mom they could just use a freeze ray or something and take care of the problem.
"I could probably just stay here, I'm a French citizen now…" She muttered to herself. She tossed the phone onto another bed, ignoring its continued ringing, she might as well try and get some rest, it was going to be a rough couple of days.
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The next day.
"She really is something isn't she?" Keith told her quietly as they observed Panacea in action.
Rebecca pursed her lips, not replying to the already too fond tone of her fellow Triumvirate member. The girl would be useful beyond belief that was true, but also dangerous with how quickly she was gaining the public's adoration. In Rebecca's experience, teenagers could not be trusted to make wise decisions, and teenagers with the whole world in the palm of their hands… Were dangerous.
Currently they were both chaperoning the girl as she sat in the top floor of one of Paris largest hospitals, whatever mutation her power had undergone was still available to her, albeit in a more limited fashion - as she healed the civilians injured in the attack, reaching the whole hospital from her position. The girl needed to be brought in for testing on what exactly had happened, it didn't seem to be a second trigger but they needed to know. Unfortunately Keith and David didn't agree on pushing for it.
"She was resistant to being tested." She finally answered Keith, "She's hiding something."
Keith shook his head, "Alexandria you're overthinking things, she's here isn't she? Healing everyone, showing us what she can do now. She's not hiding it. You're so used to seeing the bad hidden parts of everyone, you're reaching." The chiding tone only furthered her annoyance.
Rebecca scowled darkly, Keith was already in the girls corner, he hadn't been exposed to as much of the darkness of the world as she had, they'd deliberately kept him away from some of the more distasteful things Cauldron had to do after all. She hadn't expected him to be this naive though. "No one is this perfect Legend, she's hiding something."
"Well she is a teenager," Keith said with a small smile, waving to the crowd of healed patients that stood at a respectful distance, out of earshot "I certainly had my fair share of things I didn't want to share at that age."
Further conversation was not possible as Panacea stood up, stretching with a tired groan, she'd finished this hospital as well then. It was the fourth one today. Her work ethic was impressive, but also opened up questions on how she was able to keep going for so long having only had her power for a little over two years. Rebecca had combed through her file and set people on investigating every facet of her life. A couple hospital hours after school was not enough to explain this level of stamina.
The majority of powers did not come into being at optimal strength immediately. They usually needed time, practice… Conflict.
She needed to get the girl into the Protectorate, she needed to find a way to push her into the wards. Somewhere where she could keep a thumb on her, keep her contained. Where she couldn't turn down power testing or other reasonable requests.
Her scowl deepened as she saw some civilians wearing white robes with a red cross on them in the crowd of onlookers - a copy of Panacea's uniform. She needed to look into that church, they were growing too rapidly and too professionally to be natural. It's been a day and a half, how did they already have uniforms?
At least from the absolute death glare Panacea sent at them as she walked by - the girl herself didn't seem involved. Good, the last thing they needed was a cape leading a cult or religion. They got enough of those issues from Masters as it was.
She'd be keeping a very close eye on Brockton Bay henceforth.
Cauldron did have an asset there. It would interfere with the feudalism project, but keeping an eye on Panacea took precedence at the moment.
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Her instincts were itching at her that something more was going on.
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Amy was beyond exhausted. She'd spent the entire day healing people all across Paris, not only those injured in the attack, but everyone at the hospitals and hospices, excluding those with brain injuries of course. There was a method to her madness. She knew Alexandria wanted to test her powers, and if she showed that she could at least expand them to an entire hospital, it would hopefully be enough that no one would force her into any power testing or experimentation.
She couldn't have anyone know that it was due to messing with brains that she was able to copy someone else's power, even if not at its full strength. Both those revelations would likely have her locked up by Cauldron and only brought out for Endbringer attacks. For now it was simply a fluke in regards to Strider, as she'd healed over a hundred heroes and she hadn't gotten any powers from them. If they found out what she suspected - that she'd be able to do it to any hero or villain now that she knew how…
She didn't need to be a precog to figure out the results of that revelation.
So she'd spent all day working her ass off to both ward off the Triumvirate and further sell her reputation - as much as she disliked it - to make it harder to force her into testing or being disappeared.
If she thought she was aching before, it was nothing to how she felt now, at least now she could rest in a proper bed, in a suite at Paris most expensive hotel. She really needed to find a way to heal herself, perhaps if she could get her hands on a regenerative parahuman.
Maybe Lung would volunteer, hah.
Unfortunately there was still no time to rest. She wouldn't be able to do so while she was still in France and nominally under the umbrella of the PRT, one more day or two, accept the medals, deal with a press conference, then she could get back home - excepting the quick White House stop for yet another medal and press conference.
At least supervillains didn't have to do press conferences… Another benefit she hadn't known she needed.
Disregarding her aching body as much as she could, exhaustion pressing down on her, she searched her suite for surveillance equipment. Not surprised to find several bugs and cameras. She couldn't say if it was the PRT, nosy journalists or any number of intelligence services behind it. Either way it was creepy, she was a teenage girl after all. In body if not in spirit. Although technically she'd been a teenager when she'd arrived her first too, her combined age counted as an adult though.
Her paranoia led her to spend two hours more on searching the suite over and over again to ensure she'd caught them all. It wouldn't be good for her sleep to miss out on even more hours, but she wouldn't be able to rest if she thought there were still any more bugs around.
Finally she grabbed her borrowed phone, and then in another fit of paranoia, disassembled it. Smiling grimly, as she removed the bug inside the phone, that pretty much confirmed it must be the PRT keeping an eye on her. Maybe that nurse giving her the phone hadn't been so random after all.
So she hadn't been wrong in feeling like Alexandria was giving her the stink eye after she turned down power testing. Cauldron would totally ignore silly things like laws or personal liberty.
Their suspicion wouldn't exactly disappear by her removing all bugs, but it's not like it would go away anyway and she refused to be spied on. It was a bit confusing though. With Contessa around, they hardly needed to mess around with bugs, unless her finding them were some convoluted step in her path to victory. Either way she was bug free now. She put together her phone again, dialing the number she'd gotten during his short visit the previous day.
"Yes?" A quiet expectant voice answered after a few rings.
"Top suite, Rosewood Hotel." Amy said, hanging up. Some of the stress was released from her shoulders and neck, her plans would move so much faster than she had ever expected with this.
With a small crack Strider appeared in the hotel room ahead of her, his black and blue uniform in place, the cap and goggles covering everything but the bottom part of his face.
Amy stepped forward, reaching up and gently touching his jaw, as Strider stood still, head slightly bowed. She let her power suffuse him, wincing slightly at the strain, she'd really put herself through her paces over the last 48 hours. She swept through his system, clarifying her hold on him, tweaking it to be a little less obvious, she'd been in a rush the first time. She could feel their power intertwining again as she prodded at his Corona Pollentia. She could definitely do this again with another cape, the question was, how many times before her own system couldn't take it? She really doubted she could keep 'borrowing' powers without hitting some sort of limit.
It would be fun to experiment on it. Perhaps the next Endbringer attack would give her something interesting. Or perhaps she could be proactive? Strider wasn't a fighter however, he wouldn't be able to really kidnap anyone for her.
That's okay, he had other uses.
"I need you to do a couple things for me, Strider, alright?" She mumbled sweetly, rubbing a thumb across his lower jaw.
"Of course, anything." The independent hero responded, his countenance eager. Already owing his life to her four times over, he'd probably been willing to go pretty far for her even if she hadn't brainwashed him a tiny bit.
Amy had been thinking about ways to put him to use over the last two days, ever since she woke up after the Endbringer attack. "I need you to contact Toybox for me, I need tinkertech that can continuously replicate a biological substance, a drug, for me. Where I can supply the drug and the tech can replicate it thousands of times before I have to resupply it. I'm sure as the largest freelance teleporter in the world you have the funds to commission this for me, hmm?" If Toybox couldn't, then perhaps they knew a Tinker that could, or could get her something similar that wasn't as effective. Worst case Leet could probably do it, once.
"Of course, I will ensure Toybox delivers." Strider rumbled eagerly, almost vibrating with eagerness to be off on his task.
"Slow down, sweety." Amy said with a short laugh, oh how useful this man would be for her future plans. "I also need you to use your funds to get me some warehouses in Brockton Bay and to hire Fortress construction to build hidden lab spaces underground, I'll text you the specific set up, can you afford that much?" No harm in Coil knowing about the labs since he'll be a non issue in a few months, far before I can make good use of them anyway.
Strider nodded confidently, "I am very wealthy actually, many corporations hire me for transportation of precious cargo due to the disruption of trade by Leviathan hitting so many large port cities."
Amy smiled a true smile, "Good… That's very good actually. Keep doing that, in-between your duties to me, and don't let anyone know that we have any kind of relationship. I'll call you if I need you, don't contact me unless it's an emergency, and never approach me unless I am completely alone."
Strider took that as the dismissal it was, and with a last bow, he disappeared with a crack.
Amy stood in the darkness of the suite, smiling through her exhaustion, despite all the unpleasant consequences of her new fame, collaring Strider alone was worth any problems that would come from further PRT nosiness, and issues such as the Church of Panacea.
She headed to bed, she'd need the rest, the morning would arrive too quickly and with it meetings with the President of France and other big wigs for her medal ceremony.
If only she could fake a medical condition to get out of it.
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♦ Topic: Paris fight aftermath
In: Boards ► America ► Brockton Bay ► Endbringer theories.
► Vallhala (Original Poster)
All can see it now, can we not? For almost two decades, a band of heroes and villains of predominantly lesser races have tried and failed to protect us all. Millions died due to their failures and incompetence. Their countries are devolving into something akin to the hunger games, like the late CUI after three straight Endbringer attacks. Even monsters recognize this fact about those that are of lesser worth.
The superior white heroes and villains have tried their best, but have constantly been brought low by the low quality of the mass of supporting characters and their backstabbing ways. Alexandria, for all her supposed strength, has never driven off an Endbringer. Inferior mind anyone? What is she hiding? Is her strength perhaps stolen?
Yesterday that all changed. Panacea. Amy Dallon, an Aryan woman from Brockton Bay singlehandedly supported the entire fighting force against Behemoth the hero killer and succeeded where everyone else failed. Behemoth was driven away, his objective - to destroy Paris - unaccomplished.
Can you now see what we have seen this entire time? There is superiority in using the proper people for the proper task.
Already across the world our brothers and sisters have started rising in acknowledgement of this fact.
Join the wave.
The future lies in the hands of the superior man.
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►Tin_Mother (Moderator)
Replied On May 16th 2010:
We are all entitled to free speech on this forum, that said I am watching, keep it clean and do not escalate. @Vallhala you're already running a fine line right up against what would earn a ban, step carefully.
►Duskwarrior (Veteran Member)
Replied On May 16th 2010:
Alright what's the over under on how long before a thread lock? No one believes the Nazis will keep this clean for long, right?
Also superior man? Funny thing to say when it was a girl doing the job.
► TheGreatandTerribleAisha
Replied On May 16th 2010:
A girl rocked it and now some racist DUDE wants to dump on everyone else not him, and he got the balls to say shit like superior man when a GIRL did all the work, fr Nazi's are just fucking dumb.
Try and say that to white power shit to GG or Pan-Pan's face bitch!
► TheRealBrocktonite
Replied On May 16th 2010:
Jesus, Panacea saves Paris and gets deified by Nazis, talk about doing a good thing and getting smeared in shit for it.
New Wave you guys seen this?
► Vallhala (Original Poster)
Replied On May 16th 2010:
You don't have to adhere to any particular belief system or religion to understand the inherent superiority on display in Paris. Crying Nazi to try and tar us with a moniker to devalue our argument will not work.
► AveryOntheDot (Temp Banned.)
Replied On May 16th 2010:
Yeah everyone, listen to the Nazi saying being a Nazi doesn't matter. Some people just need to be shot. Repeatedly. Slowly. In the balls.
Especially Kaiser, just saying.
►Tin_Mother (Moderator)
Replied On May 16th 2010:
@AveryOntheDot No threats, 7 day ban. It's going to be a perma ban next time.
► AznLife (Temp Banned)
Replied On May 16th 2010:
I don't care about no Naziz, fuck em, but hey, Panacea would look good bent over you know what I mean?
►Tin_Mother (Moderator)
Replied On May 16th 2010:
@AznLife temp ban for seven days, keep it clean people, or I will lock this thread.
► Brandish (Verified Cape) (New Wave)
Replied On May 16th 2010:
New Wave fully disputes any racial statements about the performances of New Wave member Panacea. Her abilities and performance has nothing to do with race and everything to do with the accountability and responsibility that New Wave has championed for the Hero community.
New Wave stands in solidarity with everyone no matter race or creed.
► TheRealBrocktonite
Replied On May 16th 2010:
@Brandish Real heartfelt message there, you're not gonna bother the Nazis with a PR message your agent typed up for you brah.
@Panacea got any comments?
► HookandCrook
Replied On May 16th 2010:
Like it's hard to figure out, white girl kicked ass, Empire controlled areas are the only clean and safe areas in Brockton, figure it out idiots, ain't hard just connect the dots.
► GstringGirl
Replied On May 16th 2010:
Panacea seems really nice, I don't think it's fair to use her for some sort of agenda.
► Point_Me_@_The_Sky (Temp Banned)
Replied On February 14th 2010:
Hey! You can't use her for Nazi BS, crawl back into your holes you cousin fucking bastards!
The Empire doesn't have 'safe' areas, you fuckers are ruining the city!
@TheGreatandTerribleAisha OMG Pan-Pan is so sticking, I'm using it forever!
@AznLife Say that to my face and we can play let's find your teeth you creep!!!!!
►Tin_Mother (Moderator)
Replied On May 16th 2010:
@Point_Me_@_The_Sky Seven day ban, next one is going to be a perma ban, you can't post threats, I am aware of what your other account is. Don't do it again.
I'm not warning everyone again, I will lock this thread if you don't play nice.
► FrenchBaguette
Replied On May 16th 2010:
That you even allow Nazis to say whatever they want is just insane, like don't you guys have enough problems already without letting those kinds of people say whatever?
► Vallhala (Original Poster)
Replied On May 16th 2010:
@FrenchBaguette It is because we have open minds that your country is saved by the efforts of Panacea, she wouldn't exist in a country of lesser beings, all holding her back and refusing her the ability to grow into the heroine she is.
► MasterBite
Replied On May 16th 2010:
I mean on one hand Nazis, on the other hand, they're right, right? I mean Panacea is hella white, and like look at her sister, couldn't be whiter if she tried.
► TheRealBrocktonite
Replied On May 16th 2010:
@MasterBite You're joking right?
My hope in humanity just took a plunge. Tin_mother just lock the thread already before this disease spreads.
► BrocktonChamp (Veteran member)
Replied On May 16th 2010:
@TheRealBrocktonite Grow up dude, I mean no one likes Nazis for sure. Not gonna argue that, but like they're not completely wrong on the whole it's white people that's made the most difference right?
I mean Legend and Eidolon are both white, Hero was white too, and now Panacea. Sure Alexandria is like Hispanic, but she's like superwoman and yet never manages to do anything, like the Endbringers are still around and Slaughterhouse 9 etc. Maybe we need more white.
► FrenchBaguette
Replied On May 16th 2010::
@BrocktonChamp Do you even read what you write? So you just explained everyone except Alexandria are white so it's the non-whites fault nothing gets done? If anything that should say it's the whites that are failing at doing the job!
► Vallhala (Original Poster)
Replied On May 16th 2010:
@FrenchBaguette That is a very racist thing to say, you should get down from your high horse at this point, you've shown your true colors.
► TheRealBrocktonite
Replied On May 16th 2010:
@Vallhala That's just hilarious really, you're so deluded, and btw you spelled Valhalla wrong brah, anyone see this link ? Kaiser sent out a video praising Panacea. It's enough to make you puke.
No point arguing with these guys, they got their heads way too far up Hitler's ass…
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"It's working, the Empire is taking the bait and running with it." The thin, balding man at the computer said, with a pleased smirk blossoming onto his face. "And anyone looking will think this entire thing originated with them."
"And the Church?" Came the calm voice of his mistress.
"That's taken off past expectations, we're even getting capes, mostly people that either know her, or were revived by her in Paris." He shuddered in happiness as his mistress rewarded his success.
"Good, good, we'll ride the coattails of her fame for now, the Empire connection will ensure she stays in the news until the next Endbringer fight, furthering recruitment, the media will ensure it." There was approval in the voice, and the man shuddered slightly again as he felt a spike of pleasant emotions.
"I don't know how you did it, I wasn't aware you had any precogs that could see this all coming so easily, but damn if it didn't work just as intended." The man at the computer leaned back in the chair, hands behind his head. "It wasn't even hard, everyone scrambling over themselves to follow along." He felt so relaxed and happy, everything was perfect.
"We don't, we used an independent contractor. As long as we keep my father out of the news, we'll eventually end up with millions of followers, he'll attend meetings piecemeal and take control of the whole congregation." The voice in the shadows said pleasantly, stepping forward to clamp a hand on the computer expert's shoulder, "You've done good, pet." She said softly, before slitting his throat while the man was lost in the pleasant emotions she'd filled him with.
He'd been a PRT contractor after all, no need to leave loose ends. They were so annoyingly watchful for their family's influence on their people in Canada. Their conversation was more for the benefit of her brothers who were listening in via her phone anyway, ready to do their part now that she had gotten the ball rolling.
Finally their father had some ambition, to think all it took was some woman in a fedora giving him some advice.
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If Amy had any thoughts like something as silly as - at least I'll get the morning to myself, she was quickly disabused of such wishful thinking. Having showered and dressed in her freshly washed cape uniform, she was pondering room service when there was a knock on the door.
She sighed, dreading what could have possibly happened while she slept this time - did Alexandria grow a heart three sizes too big? "Yes?" She asked irritably.
"Ma'am, Miss Panacea, sir, uhh… Ma'am." A young sounding voice squeaked outside the door, "Uh, everyone's waiting for you for breakfast downstairs, Ma'am."
Amy rolled her eyes, opening the door after a few quick steps, the poor hotel staffer jumping back with another squeak and bowing several times over, "You can stop bowing now." She said dryly, shaking her head. This better not become common… She thought with exasperation. "And what exactly does that entail, 'everyone is waiting for me?' I wasn't expecting anyone."
The poor girl couldn't quite get her tongue going right, stammering away long enough that Amy took pity on her, "Fine, just… Just show me where." She ordered with a sigh.
After a few minutes of following the easily flustered girl, where she kept looking back to see that Amy was still there and blushing vividly at her dry look every time, they reached a lavish dining room. A full spread set out, and the Brockton Bay Protectorate all standing around.
"I would have thought you would have returned by now." Amy said, skipping right past any pleasantries. "Fight the good fight, and all that." She drawled out, eyes sweeping across them, Armsmaster had somehow managed to repair his armor even with no access to his usual workshop, did the guy even sleep?
"The Endbringer truce is still on for now, and director Costa-Brown asked that we remain until you were ready to return." Miss Militia said calmly, eyes crinkling pleasantly above her American flag scarf, "I'm glad to see you're well, Panacea."
Amy glanced around the other heroes, taking in Armsmaster and the stiff set of his jaw, "Well, glad to have you I guess, the sooner we're back the better." She strode forward, taking her pick of the buffet in front of her. Seeing things she had no idea of what it was, other than it looked like it had a lot of butter, she settled for a flaky croissant and some fruit. Grabbing a plate and sitting down, her action apparently enough to get the rest of them moving.
"Missing Brockton Bay that much already?" Battery said sliding into a seat next to her, plate loaded full of french pastries a minute later.
Amy side eyed her, totally judging her, Battery noticed the look, laughing quietly, "When in Paris and all that," She joked, winking at her.
Assault plopped down in the chair across from them both, his plate loaded with a stack of one third crepes, two thirds whip cream. She was pretty sure all of France was recoiling in horror.
Amy wrinkled her nose, munching on a piece of cantaloupe, "Do you have any idea what that much whip cream is going to do to your system?"
Assault just smirked, pointing a fork at Battery, "What she said, squirt."
"Paris is not an excuse for everything." Amy said, rolling her eyes, idly noting Miss Militia and Armsmaster sitting down, both with relatively conservative plates in comparison. Velocity and Dauntless took the last two seats, Amy had never really had much of an interaction with either of them before.
"So we're having breakfast with a celebrity, that's kind of cool." Velocity said with an easy grin. "Can we get autographs?"
Assault raised a hand, the other still shoveling crepes into his face, "Me too," He mumbled through the food, "They're selling for like 10 grand a pop online right now."
"You can't be serious?" Amy looked around at the group of heroes, groaning as they grinned at her, "Fuck no you can't have autographs, I hate my life!" She put her head down on her arms on top of the table, her hair falling in a curtain over her arms, "I don't want to be a celebrity!" That ship sailed a long time ago… But still.
So she was whining a little… She was allowed, it had been a rough almost 72 hours.
Battery kicked Assault under the table, patting Amy's shoulder comfortingly, "Ignore the boys, they treat everything like a joke, everyone's just excited right now, it will blow over."
"Not everyday you come back from the dead." Dauntless said quietly, immediately silencing the table. The others quickly eyeballed him and the silent and stoic Armsmaster who was eating almost mechanically.
Which might not actually be that different from normal Armsmaster some times, she'd seen him be pretty personable with some people, but when he was uncomfortable he was just a plain dick.
Amy sighed, raising her head and using a napkin to clean up the lingering fruit juice on her lips, "Honestly I was so busy I hardly paid attention to who… Passed." She said delicately, "I'm glad you're all okay if I revived any of you." She was well aware that Armsmaster had kickstarted the process, but it would be rude to point it out to his face, so she refrained for now.
Even she wouldn't tease the guy right now. Not to his face anyway. Later though…
Oh it would definitely come up.
Dauntless shrugged, "Just me and Armsmaster I believe. I think Velocity and Assault and Battery all went down at some point, but you had them up and running again in seconds." He said, flashing her a small thankful smile, wearing only a domino mask on his face." We owe you one, more than one, really."
Amy shook her head, "None of that please, I did my job, you don't owe me anything. I'm already getting enough accolades from everywhere, please don't bring it back to Brockton Bay." She implored them.
"Getting a bit much?" Miss Militia asked compassionately. "We won't bother you about it, will we?" She sent a stare across the table that had every hero there nod their head rapidly, several heroes pale and sweaty for a moment. "Good, you deserve some peace, Panacea, let me know if there's anything I can do." Miss Militia's eyes swept sternly through the assembled heroes again, and no one as much as breathed wrong until she returned to her plate.
"Can you tell the president of France and America to leave me alone…" Amy muttered, nibbling on her croissant, not feeling very hungry. "I'll literally die if I have to do more than one press conference."
"You should take these things for what they are, Panacea." Armsmaster suddenly interjected, "People are grateful. They have hope again. It is your duty to carry that responsibility now." Wow, good on him. He only sounded slightly bitter. Is that character growth already?
Is Assmaster losing the ass part already? She really was a miracle worker.
"Ugh, can we not? Not right now." Amy asked distastefully, "I get it, you know? I really do. But it's inconvenient and embarrassing and it's painting a target the size of Behemoth on my back."
The heroes around her paused in their breakfast at that, Velocity tilting his head questioningly, "What do you mean?"
Amy laughed bitterly, covering her face with a shaking hand. "How long do you think? Before Jack Slash comes?"
Miss Militia straightened in her seat, eyes narrowing a dangerous aura emanating from her, "You're saying the Slaughterhouse Nine will come?" She said sharply.
"Won't they? Tell me they won't!" Amy said tiredly, "It's their entire thing, isn't it? Killing hope."
Armsmaster put his fork down, turning to face her, "It is possible," He said sternly, 'But we will be ready for them if they do. And it's quite likely they won't dare to make that big of a splash knowing what the consequences could be, they're cowards deep down, deploying hit and run tactics."
Cowards were not really what Amy would describe them as. And Armsmaster would be really screwed if he underestimated them like that. Even the Triumvirate didn't dare attack them because of the Siberian.
Well that and they were assholes wanting the nine to create fear and a bunch of triggers in hopes of getting more parahumans to fight the Endbringers and Scion. Well just Endbringers now. They were deluded if they thought Siberian/Manton would do any of that as they were right now.
At least Amy knew the trick about Manton when it came to that potential issue. But that still left the other members who were equally problematic in their own ways.
"We have your back." Assault said with a thumbs up and a cheesy grin.
"Don't be so glum, honey. The whole world will come down on them if they so much as move in the direction of Brockton Bay, you've got nothing to worry about." Battery said, squeezing her shoulder comfortingly.
Amy did feel a little better at their support. Even if she knew they were likely wrong. Jack Slash was exactly the kind of person who would defy any expectations. And she was honestly not ready for the possibility of his appearance.
Hope for the best. But prepare for the worst. As soon as she returned home. She needed to make moves to take over one of the gangs, recreate it in her image. She was going to wait for Coil… Now he'd just be a bonus for after. She didn't want to wait any longer. She needed more capes and minions between herself and her enemies.
Preferably she needed a damn missile strike on the whole lot of them.
Sure the Protectorate wanting to protect her was nice. But she knew from Canon that they failed at literally everything. So she wouldn't let their promises be her only shield.
The conversation moved away from anything heavy after that, everyone concentrating on their breakfast. No one was willing to step on any landmines again.
Amy just wanted this whole thing to be over with.
She needed to start her plans.
Now.
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After breakfast
Her mind was whirling with plans as she returned to her hotel room, discarding them as quickly as she laid them. She was too hot right now, so to speak. She was thrust into the spotlight further than ever before, making it almost impossible to move forward with most of her plans.
She doubted there was anyone in the world who didn't know who Panacea was right now. She couldn't just turn villain, not right away, maybe not at all. God damn her powers and her own knee jerk reactions. She didn't want the Endbringers to win, but she didn't want to pigeonhole herself either. Her shard should be so much more comfortable with how much she'd experimented with her powers, she wasn't Bonesaw by any stretch, she had better standards, but the conflict drive shouldn't be pushing too hard… Was it her own stubbornness or her shard that pushed her into saving everyone?
She walked into her bedroom, divesting herself of her cape robe, feeling a bit crabby at how badly she'd shot herself in the foot by healing everyone - and at the prospect of a press conference and medal ceremony later that day - when she froze at what she found already present.
There was a cape in her bed.
There was an unconscious cape in her bed.
What!?
Amy's head was on a swivel as she peered suspiciously around the room as she approached the female cape, one in a skintight uniform which she couldn't help but admire, blonde too, which kind of was her type, (damn you Vicky.) Taped to the cape's chest was a note. She didn't touch it, she might be a biotinker, but that didn't mean she'd enjoy purging herself of any potential contact poisons.
You can have your cake and eat it too! Don't worry, Prism will be put back none the wiser after you're done.
The message was capped off by a crappy drawing of a fedora.
Contessa…
Why in the everliving fuck was Contessa kidnapping heroines and dropping them off for her to experiment on?
….Stupid path to victory. Why was she involved? Her healing helped, yeah. But she wouldn't be defeating any Endbringers on her own, and if Contessa knew what information she had… She wouldn't need to do anything, they would have already acted on it.
She looked over the heroine again, and it was a heroine. She recognized the name Prism, even if she couldn't recognize her by sight. One of Legends underlings, a parahuman that could make clones.
Path to victory huh? Here she was grumbling that she couldn't start any of her plans properly because she was in the spotlight too much, and Contessa delivers a parahuman capable of cloning herself, albeit temporarily.
Whatever. I can't predict or stop Contessa. So roll with it. Amy decided. Laying a hand on the heroine, closing her eyes as she examined her system. Prism was a very healthy specimen, she kept fit, very fit, Amy appreciated it greatly, at any other time Amy would be much obliged to touch her all over, but today she just wanted her brain.
There was no way to say that and have it come out sounding okay.
She poked Prism's Corona Pollentia, entwining her power with that of the heroines, pulling at it, feeling it interact with hers just as with Striders. Unlike Strider who teleported away dragging her powers into their new ability by sudden force. She had to work at it this time. Teasing and prodding at it until it finally seemed to just meld with her.
At that moment she just knew.
Just like with Strider. She now had a secondary power. And she didn't lose what capability she had with Striders in exchange either. Prism could create several clones if she remembered correctly, temporary ones. What her power was telling her, she couldn't do that, not like Prism. Not exactly. She could make a copy of herself, one only. With her mind and power but intrinsically weaker in body. A temporary shell.
She stepped away from Prism, mind already on how to solve that conundrum. A temporary weak shell was mostly useless to her. But Contessa wouldn't have put her on this path for something she couldn't use. She was a Biotinker… Could she make a body? Could she make her clone less temporary by having it in a complete shell, a body of its own? Or would that be like crafting an autonomous twin? It was useless to her if she couldn't experience both herself and her clone's lives.
She'd totally go after herself if she made an evil twin.
The idea had some merit, she would have to test it. If it worked…
She could, as Contessa said, have her cake and eat it too. One of her continuing as Panacea, the other as her villain self.
She'd need a lot of biomass.
She'd need a corpse. A fresh one, like really fresh, she couldn't work on the dead after all, her power only affected living things.
She almost eyed up Prism, before she shook her head violently, no, bad Amy. No killing heroes.
Unfortunately just stealing a corpse from the morgue when she worked at the hospital would be noticed and likely not something she could get fresh, so to speak. So she'd have to source her own.
She would have time once she returned to Brockton Bay. There were always some merchants or homeless people around.
If this worked. It would actually work even better than she had planned. She could keep using her Panacea persona to make the world better the slow boring way.
While using her villain persona to improve the world more rapidly. And having a blast doing it.
Yes… This could work pretty well.
Now the only question was what exactly Cauldron wanted out of her that Contessa was helping her along for.
Nothing she could do about that for now.
She could only grow stronger and make plans for the eventual shitshow.
The bill would come due one day. And it would no doubt suck big juicy ones.
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Later that day, after the medal ceremony.
Press conferences were not something Amy enjoyed. Being part of New Wave had forced her into her fair share of them, but usually Vicky or the older members of the family monopolized the attention in those.
She didn't have anyone to hide behind today. The medal ceremony had been horrendously boring and drawn out. Speech after speech as every important person in France wanted their chance to get a word in and be seen thanking her.
No one could blame her for starting to get her subtle revenge for every handshake in the end. Nothing big, mild case of incontinence here, some light erectile dysfunction there. Well deserved in her opinion. The medal ceremony had taken six hours.
She hoped the first lady of France hadn't been planning on a fun night anytime soon, the president would be incapable for a bit. Luckily no one would suspect her, he was old anyway.
But seriously. Six hours.
Just to give her a medal. It could have been achieved in fifteen minutes if they'd spared all the useless drivel.
And now again, she was the one in the spotlight, at a stupid press conference after she'd just managed to survive a foe equalling an Endbringer - politicians. She tried to keep a polite smile on her face as she was escorted onto the podium, but it likely came out as more of a grimace. It felt like there were hundreds of journalists in front of her, and the constant flashes of the cameras weren't helping her either.
How many articles would there be tomorrow about her hair, or the bags under her eyes or other nonsensical things, she would wager a lot. People loved heroes. But they really loved pointing out their flaws.
The publicist from the PRT that had been following her around all day - likely to keep her polite, (showing that someone at the PRT had her number) cleared his throat a couple of times until the journalists settled down. "We're going to do this cleanly, people. No shouted questions, no talking over each other. You each get one question, you've already received your lots, follow them, anyone disregarding these rules will be escorted out." He watched the press with hawkish eyes looking for any dissenters, waving for them to begin once he was sure they understood the rules. Only Miss Militia had followed her from the Protectorate, still keeping an eye on her from behind the journalists.
The PRT agent who's name she hadn't even bothered to get, pointed to the first journalist.
The blonde woman stood up, almost bouncing in excitement, Amy saw parallels between this woman and Vicky and immediately braced herself for a stupid question.
"Everyone wants to know, is there anyone special in your life, Miss Dallon? A sweetheart? A secret crush, perhaps?" The British sounding reporter asked.
Really? This is the first question? Not about the medals, the Endbringer fight, but do I have a crush? Amy thought with distaste, answering the question, leaning over the microphone, "No."
It seemed everyone was waiting for more, the silence stretching, a snicker could be heard in the back as people realized she wasn't saying anything more, the blonde reporter looking devastated as the PRT agent pointed at the next reporter.
"Is there any truth to the rumor of a tryst between yourself and Armsmaster?"
Amy rolled her eyes, exaggerating the motion, "No, and I'm sure Armsmaster appreciates you calling him a pedophile." She snarked, before smirking slowly, this was actually a perfect opportunity. "That said he deserves some of the credit for what happened. My power literally expanded because he died under Behemoth's onslaught. I found him so rule bound and annoying back in Brockton Bay, and I felt that I hadn't annoyed him enough so far, so I couldn't let him get away that easily, so my power responded, bringing him back."
The PRT agent's smile was somewhat strained as he pointed at the next reporter. Miss Militia did not look impressed at the back of the room. Well fuck her, it was the truth. And if Amy felt a chill down her spine well… She probably wouldn't shoot her, so she was just imagining things.
"So you're saying Armsmaster annoyed you into saving everyone?" The reporter followed up the previous question with apparent glee. Amy had probably given them material to run a month of speculation on. But more importantly it would piss Armsmaster off, and hopefully also take some of the shine of her accomplishment. Besides, he wanted the glory anyway, right? This was her sharing some of the glory with him.
She would wait for her well deserved; your welcome, from the man.
"This is about Panacea, not Armsmaster, no further questions on that subject, please." The PRT agent, whose name she'd never bothered to get, said desperately, pointing to one of the French reporters, no doubt hoping for another direction from someone who likely wouldn't care overly much about a Brockton Bay hero not named Panacea.
"You've received French citizenship, a statutory holiday in your name and the Grand Cross of the Legion of Honor. What are your thoughts on the honors showered upon you by the French state as the savior of Paris?"
It took a minute before Amy could answer as the question was asked in French and she had to wait for the translator to finish.
"It is an honor of course," Amy said carefully, managing a small tired smile, "I would do it all over again regardless of honors, so it isn't necessary, although I appreciate the accolades and I understand the joy from surviving Behemoth, it's important for people to celebrate, I get that."
The PRT agent looked less panicky as he pointed to another reporter, surely just by happenstance another French one. Amy wondered if she could bring Armsmaster into the answer anyway.
Maybe not. The PRT agent might cry. Also Miss Militia might actually glare so hard she'll develop laser eyes.
"Will you be able to provide the same boost in healing for other Endbringer fights?" Is what she got after a minute of translation.
Amy thought it over carefully before answering. "Although my power has expanded, it no longer covers the entire city, the PRT will surely have answers on how all that works, I will of course always volunteer to participate in Endbringer situations still, but the PRT are the experts on such subjects." There, the PRT can get hounded by questions about it, I'm just a teenager after all, what do I know?
The next reporter she recognized from Brockton Bay, he'd interviewed New Wave enough. She already wanted this all over with. He'd always been a slimeball. How many times had he published that Vicky was pregnant now? Three times? How did he even get a lot for this press conference?
She wondered if he had ever realized his constant problem with gas came after meeting her after his last hit job on Vicky. She'd wanted to do more, but it would have been obvious it was her. Perhaps something for her villain persona to rectify. She'd shrink his penis, but as she'd already found out when she made him forever gassy, he didn't really have much left to shrink.
Poor missus slimeball.
"Are you aware, Miss Dallon, of the praise highlighting you coming from the more controversial parts of America? And do you agree with their sentiment?" The smarmy man asked her.
Amy pondered where he was going with this, it didn't sound like it had anything to do with the Church of Panacea at least, they'd hardly done anything yet to be called controversial. "I can't say I am, maybe you can educate me." She replied with a fake smile.
It was bound to be something stupid and/or annoying.
The reporter smirked, as his colleagues grumbled quietly about him getting more than one question. "Kaiser of the Empire 88 gang in Brockton Bay is on record glorifying how you, as an Aryan woman, have proved superiority in defeating an Endbringer by denying its goals - something never done before by and I quote him here, 'the lesser races'. This has echoed across other right wing movements across the states and the world over the last 12 hours."
Of course he did. Amy thought with disgust. Now she had plans to be a villain, sure. But no one approved of Nazis, and she was very annoyed that Kaiser of all people was trying to leverage her achievements to push a Nazi agenda. As much as she didn't want to be in the spotlight she sure as hell didn't want Nazi's to take advantage either. Well, she had the perfect response for that.
It would come out eventually anyway with how famous she was now… Might as well make it have more of an impact.
Vicky was going to be furious at her though. And Carol. But fuck her. And she'd make it up to Vicky, somehow. Maybe she'd stop making her suffer for like a month or something.
She leaned forward, a smirk forming on her face as she leant into the microphones, the journalists ahead of her all holding their breath. All of them seemingly aware she was about to drop a bombshell. "Well, I have to say I'm pleasantly surprised that such despicable people are taking such a stand, disregarding all their normal hate rhetoric…" She paused dramatically for a moment, flashes going off across the room, the PRT agent staring dead ahead like he'd already drafted his resignation letter.
"For a gay woman." As good a time as any to reveal it. Fuck you Kaiser, go ahead and explain to your skinheads how amazing the lesbian girl is again!
Pandemonium erupted as journalists all clambered to get the next question, all decorum forgotten.
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