The main conference room inside the PRT building stank of industrial bleach and something else, something metallic and rank. Joy. It was no great secret that Leviathan was hell on infrastructure, the Endbringer deserving the title City-Killer of course, but it was apparently an unmentioned fact that surviving the aftermath left you with something else…
“-ne question echoes from the rebuilt streets to the halls of power. The miracle has a name, a face seen in blurry cell phone footage and praised by the heroes who fought alongside him. Everyone in Brockton Bay is wondering… What is White Knight doing now?” The television clicked off with one manicured hand and…
The Dallon living room felt like stepping into the set of some rich people reality show, all clean lines and furniture that probably cost more than Mom’s first car (the one Dad crashed driving drunk before they even started the divorce). It was a wide open space, with one wall nothing but floor-to-ceiling windows that…
Tension finally, finally, melted to nothing like ice on Lung’s asscrack, the whole room exhaling slowly in ways that probably weren’t visible but definitely felt real. For fifteen solid minutes, conversation splintered all over the over-sized living room into manageable fragments instead of the full-spotlight treatment he’d been getting since walking through the door. Least…
C&C National News, Special Report: “The Brockton Bay Miracle” C&C National News maintained its somber blue graphics as Anchor David Shaw adjusted his tie, the man nothing but dead-serious. “Experts are baffled, Maria. Unlike anything we’ve ever seen or heard from an Endbringer defense, made possibly by one combatant.” Shaky footage played again in a…
He slapped on top of the shattered rooftop, wet flesh and bloody muscle splattering across cracked ground. His giant mech form fell apart around him, tons of weaponized scrap metal crumbling back into constituent parts while he lay there steaming, mana pouring off him in visible waves like a massive blue bonfire. Steam rose from…
“LIVING HERE IN BROCKTON“ The words ripped out of him, loud and raw, through giant lungs of metal that carried his voice across the ruined Brockton Bay coast. He rushed forward, the air screaming as he charged out of the water, the ground shuddering beneath every footfall. The air shook and shuddered and so did…
His jump carried him up a hundred feet, robotic legs amplifying his strength as he leapt high and hard. The world almost seemed to slow, Greg’s brain working as fast as his skin was sloughing off. Need range. Mana twisted by instinct, a flood of energy focused on his four arms, and their forearms. All…
I… hate…He wasn’t sure exactly what he hated right now, but Greg was pretty sure pretty high at the top of the list was the constant pings and dings and pop-ups that were his power, trying it’s very best to get his attention. Hate…While he still had a mouth, Greg was doing his very best…
“All barrier units, tsunami protocol!” Legend’s voice cut through the comms, and Eric froze as his chest hitched, vicegrip squeezing as the countdown went off in his head already. “Thirty seconds to landfall! Maximum barriers!” Thirty seconds. His hands shook as he stared up at the wave, ears popping from that low rumble as all…
