Brockton: In Venatus [Worm/Gamer OC+Taylor]

Demo Disc 6.7

NesQuarX

Persistent Matter Construct
Welcome to the story thread for what started here. It is a Worm fic with an OC (Sort of an SI in terms of character) as the narrator, with Taylor and the Undersiders teaming up as additional protagonists. The premise is that a Leviathan survivor immigrant in Brockton Bay is given Gamer Powers by an ROB with a proper explanation of what the deal is.

Here goes the prelude chapter. If you want zero spoilers overall, then you might want to skip this one and start from the next chapter.

Brockton - In venatus

Demo Disc - 6.7


February 7, 2011, Docks - Brockton Bay, 11:23 PM
Lung looked around as the gangers cried out in pain, most of them dropped their weapons, some misfired and hit the ground or air, Taylor made sure they were not pointing at anybody else when her pain bugs bit. That was thoughtful of her. The gangers were swarmed soon after.

Which is when I decided to make an entrance, I closed the hole in the Instant Dimension from where I was watching, walked to a point where I'd be about a few metres in front of him, then collapsed the ID. I materialized as if from a shatter in reality, Mana Construct Armor and Mana Boost combined glowing ghostly Cherenkov Blue at the edges - apparently it's extremely impressive to look at.

Lung whipped his head back to look at me, already 8 feet tall and growing, he pretty much ignored the insects swarming him and wasted no time to throw a fireball at me. I let it hit me, Thermal Resistance wasn't at a very high level but my armor took most of it like a champ. It dropped less than a sliver of my HP, which would recover in the next few moments.

I manifested a mana construct sabre. Sadly even with relentless practice, my resolution of control on Mana Construct skill (Level 49 now) had only reached nanometer levels, still couldn't make one with the mythical monomolecular edge or exotic metamaterials as I would have liked to.

Taylor had sent me a message saying his skin was getting hotter and tougher to penetrate, so she was going after his soft tissues. I internally cringed in a moment of man-sympathy. Thankfully Gamer's Mind allowed me to ignore it and keep my full focus on the fight. I lunged forward and slashed him experimentally a few times, they left shallow gashes which Taylor immediately took advantage of, sending her biters to the exposed flesh. At that moment Lung exploded in flames.

Most of Taylor's bugs in his immediate vicinity died. It was okay, they were mostly disposable, except for the few super venomous ones she had on Lung. Oh well, not like she didn't have millions more in her inventory.

I observed him, his level had already climbed above 50, his STR and VIT were already past mine. Which was well within expectations, I only needed to be faster than him, not stronger.

My next few swings hit the scales appearing on his skin only to produce sparks, flashy but useless. I changed the material of the sword construct from steel to tungsten carbide, pumping mana into it to cover for the extra mass.

The next swing went too low, because I hadn't accounted for the extra weight. I corrected that and the next hits again left some gashes. By now I was almost starting to have trouble avoiding Lung's flailing (With the amount of martial arts skills I had amassed, his movements definitely looked like flailing), I observed him again, his status effect said Mildly Poisoned : -50 HP/s while his HP was still increasing, though sluggishly compared to his levels.

I needed more poison in him to counter his regen, and fast. Lung made a grab for my sword and I didn't have time to get it out of his reach, so I let it dissipate and absorbed most of the mana back. Then I got the mental prompt from the Gamer AI that I was waiting weeks for.
Mana Construct has reached Level 50 and evolved to Advanced Mana Construct
You can now construct things at the atomic level.
Booyah! I sent Taylor a message about what I was going to do, then dipped into my inventory to bring out a collection of her most poisonous bugs, most of them normal wasps with their venom sacs modified to contain all kinds of tranquilizers and paralytics that we could get our hands on. I applied Mana Boost on them as they came out, Taylor immediately took control of them and started hovering them around me, if they got too far from me, the boost would fail, and they'd probably burn too in the veritable inferno Lung was becoming. Oh well, at least my thermal resistance was leveling up nicely. HP was still stable at above 80%.

I constructed a tungsten katana, with the edge of a single row of carbon molecules, Lung roared something unintelligible and ran at me telegraphing a punch at my stomach. I let him, atomic level construction took a lot of focus and I was durable enough in full mana boost giving me +30 to STR, VIT and DEX. Besides, his current semi-draconian 15 foot frame meant he had to bend down to punch me. Bringing his upper body well within the required range.

The punch still took out a noticeable bit of my HP and dented my armour, Gamer's Mind let me ignore the spike of pain and let me focus fully on the next move. I bent forward using the reaction to the punch, swung the katana and extended the tip at the right moment to carve out his windpipe and jugular (avoiding the spine, no killing. I had a lot of skills to outright annihilate him, and quite a few to quietly subdue him, but the goal was to put on a proper show).

I sent Taylor a burst message which mostly amounted to "Neck! Now!" and she immediately sent all the reinforced bugs to burrow into the gash and pour out all their venom and chemicals. Lung possibly tried to roar, but only a wheeze came out. The bugs came back out and I put them back into inventory, where they'll stay in stasis till I could refill their payload. Lung grabbed his throat, stumbled and toppled.

He fell down in the exact fashion that a 15 foot dragon-man would. His level started dropping as his status changed to Heavily Poisoned, Stunned, Drowsy : -500 HP/s, -20 WIS, -20 INT, -20 DEX. His HP started dropping quickly as his regen short circuited, thankfully his windpipe healed and his jugular stopped squirting blood, the fire sputtered out, his HP soon dropped to a sliver and his status became Unconscious. I checked his health, didn't want him to die from any toxin reactions. The HP stopped dropping at 10 and remained so as I stabilized him and used one of the unconsciousness tricks Panacea had taught me. His natural regen would take care of the rest.

I got a mental thumbs up from both Taylor and Lisa this time, she must have dealt with Oni Lee and arrived sometime during the fight, good, I wanted the rest of the Undersiders to get a nice view. Though I wondered why she didn't pepper me with her analysis during the fight, I figured she wasn't too worried or didn't want to distract.

I replayed the memory of the fight in my mind. Encoded the visual and auditory parts into computer format and transferred it into my smartphone, honestly, creating the Mana-Computer Interface skill was one of my proudest achievements.

A quick message to Taylor and she immdeiately sent me a comprehensive summary of the fight and the situation leading to it, including the kind of bugs she used and the chemicals they were treated with, which she was apparently composing during the fight - her multitasking makes her appear a stone cold monster to whoever doesn't know of it.

I edited out a few bits that revealed too much about our powers transferred it as a text file into the phone, attached both the files to a mail and sent it off to the Protectorate and PRT public mail addresses via my anonymous server.

Another message from Lisa informed me that they had moved away and were waiting at a nearby rooftop (Taylor would know which one) but I had to deal with Armsmaster first who was on his way.

Fair enough, Lung had finished shrinking, he was glowing blue as I had pushed mana into him and scanned his brain and body constantly as he was changing back, scanning was difficult for unwilling subjects as they had to be in contact and the blue glow was telltale. I pushed the scan results directly into the AI message buffer, analyzing them would distract me for hours.

I held his arms and legs together and Constructed Carbon Fibre shackles around them, I could create flawless Carbon Fibre now! I pushed a major chunk of Mana into them to make the constructs real, still needed to find a way around the mass problem, more massive the construct, more mana it needed to be constructed and much more to be turned into real matter. A problem for a later time. I could already hear the drone of the ArmsBike. I messaged Taylor to ask if she would like to join in.

A swarm of bugs appeared and coalesced into the well-endowed-7-foot-amazonian-woman-in-a-gown shape of Taylor's cape Identity, blue ghost fireflies peppered throughout the surface to give the whole structure a blue glow quite like mine, yellow-green fireflies to make the eight eyes, hair and cape, which moved as if underwater, and the omega symbol on her chest (a careful misdirection so it could be speculated that she was a case 53, but not tilted like the actual Cauldron symbol, darknet conspiracy forums help a lot.) it was very ethereally beautiful while being quite terrifying with all the buzzing and being made of insects. It was the one 'Garam' thing I approved of, when dealing with people, put on a show.

My shapeshifted avatar was no slouch in that field, 6' 5", heavily muscled, black tungsten armour with blue glowing edges, black featureless helmet ending upwards in two hornlike protrusions (I could easily see through my mana constructs). A glowing blue spiral on my chest, a light-emitting mana construct which required a measly 10MP per minute to sustain (The spiral means growth and evolution... It's not the Uzumaki Crest I swear! Fine, I'm a nerd, sue me!) Overall it was the exact mix of heroic vs villainous ambiguity that we wanted.

Till date we had avoided meeting the authorities, leaving the crime scene as soon as we knew they were coming in, and always only presenting mine or Taylor's cape personas to the gangers and thugs we subdued. We made sure to use our chosen names to call 911 and occasionally to any victims rescued, so that the community would not saddle us with stupid names.

Armsmaster appeared around the corner on his bike. I observed him.

[x]
Colin Wallis / Armsmaster
Title: HalBeard
Class: Protectorate Hero

Level: 52

HP: 740/740
SP: 4980/5000 (parasite Shard Points)

STR: 15 + 26 = 41
VIT: 14 + 19 = 33
DEX: 16 + 24 = 40
INT: 20 + 50 = 70
WIS: 17 - 10 = 7
CHA: 10 - 5 = 5

Desc: Colin is a man who wants to be self-reliant at all times and to excel at everything he does. He sees himself as a soldier of the good side in the war against Villains and Gangs. He has no social life to speak of.

Power: Technological Efficiency (Passive). Can take tech from various sources, including other tinkers and improve them in miniaturization and efficiency. He uses this power to create ridiculously efficient technological devices which he outfits into his suits of armor or into his weapons.

Status Effects: Aggressive, Socially Challenged. (power induced) -10 WIS, -5 CHA

Okay, I had to share that title with the others later, AI, you might be a dick but you're a magnificient dick! Armsmaster parked his bike, walked briskly over to Lung, checked his vitals, shot him with a dart from his halberd. Then turned towards us and gave a curt nod.

"Swarm. Maker."

We both nodded back, Taylor's nod even simulated her flowing firefly hair jerking forward and backward, god the girl's multitasking was ridiculous! I still hadn't practised my multitasking skill well enough to use more than 5 streams during combat. And creating and manipulating mana constructs easily took up 3 streams worth of focus.

"Armsmaster. Good to know you're aware of our monikers." Taylor replied in her buzzing voice, I'd already messaged her saying that I would not be doing any talking. Even after practising my American English skill, Lisa had still told me my North Indian accent was guessable. I did not want my voice to go through whatever analysis software Armsmaster would definitely be running the recording of this meeting through. Lisa and I would still be messaging Taylor with our opinions as and when required.

"Yes. Your presence has been noticed recently. We were hoping to meet you sometime. Would you be willing to come to the protectorate HQ and give us a statement of this capture?" His tone was gruff, but professional.

"A full statement with recordings has been mailed to the protectorate. Regardless, we would like to come over in a few days to register as an independent team." Her wording of the registration did not go unnoticed.

"Not as independent heroes?" Armsmaster asked, his grip on the halberd tightening.

"We find the classifications of Hero, Villain, Vigilante and Rogue to be too blurry. After all, it's not rare to see one turn into the other at the drop of a hat. We have powers and we wish to help people, that is all." Heh, Taylor was still annoyed at the PRT for the Sophia Thing, and recent news of the upcoming Canary trial also had her pretty pissed when she learned of it.

"I see. Since you're new parahumans, it's my imperative to offer you to join the protectorate. Especially for a tinker and a case 53, our facilities are meant to help and support new capes like you. Now that you've taken down Lung, the rest of the ABB will be looking for you." Good, all our preparations had worked, he thought we were legal adults, that my armor and constructs were tinkertech (the recording+statement mail would further support that). And he was giving us the carrot and the stick all at once, I didn't have to message Taylor anything, we'd discussed this in enough detail already.

"I would like to respectfully decline. Firstly, we're not new at all. Secondly, as you might have guessed, we're not operating solo anymore. However, we're quite willing to participate in joint operations with the PRT and Protectorate."

Armsmaster was possibly expecting something like that. "Very well, I have confirmation that your statement has been received. There is a reward for capturing lung, how would you like to claim it? Also, do you have any contact information?" Then he held a hand to his helmet, possibly to show that he was conversing with someone, at least he has that much social grace.

Lisa messaged me that it was Velocity on the console informing him that all the information he asked for was already there in the mail. Thank you for the useless trivia Lisa. Lisa immediately messaged me again with the mental impression of a tongue-out gesture. Smartass.

"I see. Your contact and account information is there with the statement. Very well, unless you wish to talk about anything else, you need not wait for the PRT to arrive, I'll secure Lung. And we expect you to get in touch with us soon about the registration. We will also be sending you further protocols for contacting us and sending incident reports."

We both nodded, Swarm dispersed into insects as I dropped into an ID, with it's reality cracking effects. I poked a hole in it and watched Armsmaster look around with his mouth open. Priceless.

Taylor messaged me with the exact location of the rooftop where the undersiders were waiting. It was about half a block away, I made my way up there, opened a hole to watch, there they were, Lisa, Grue, Bitch and Regent, standing in a close semicircle, flanked by three horse-sized dog-monsters. The dogs themselves were level 30 each, that's not a small amount of firepower.

I observed them all and saved the results for later perusal. Lisa looked very hot, ahem, I mean suitably appealing in her costume. I positioned myself roughly in front of them, coordinated with Taylor, we both materialized together side by side.

Lisa seemed unfazed, the rest seemed suitably intimidated. She took up our appearance as her cue to speak.

"Swarm, Maker. Thanks a lot, we don't know how well we would have fared against Lung."

Grue seemed to snap back to reality and followed up.

"Ahem, yes, thank you. We owe you one. We're the Undersiders, this is Tattletale, I'm..."

"They know who we are." Tattletale interjected, and turned to face the rest of them, waving her arm at us in an introductory fashion, "Guys, meet our new bosses."


Yeah, well, that happened.
It's a long story, let me tell you how it all started.
 
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Installation 1.0

NesQuarX

Persistent Matter Construct
Installation 1.0
I was playing in the park with my cousin, as hyperactive as a 7 year old can get - while dada (that's what we call an elder brother/cousin, pronounced the-the), fresh into puberty, was trying his best to look like he was in control of the misguided missile that was me. "Aveek! don't jump from the monkey bars. Auntie will kill me if you break your legs!" I wouldn't listen, I was in a huff because no one wished me happy birthday since the morning - my life was unfairness - everybody gets wished happy birthday dammit! Hence I prepared to jump, and promptly missed my footing because of the wailing Endbringer sirens.

Ah, it's that dream again, oh well, ten years of the same dream and you kind of get used to it. Though in my family's defense they were planning a surprise party, hence it was dada's job to take me out to the park and distract me. The party I didn't get, but surprise, what a surprise.

Everyone was running in mindless panic, trying to climb up whatever structure they could. The sudden storm clouds and rain just added to the chaos, dada was carrying me on his back, my knee was a bit banged up, but I'd stopped crying because there was a fucking two storey tall roaring wave about a hundred metres behind us approaching in almost slow motion, on top of it rode the fucking two story taller lizardman like the water was a magic carpet - you kind of forget to cry when you see that.

Yeah yeah, bloody overgrown salamander, whose big idea was to go to Hyderabad to meet the rest of the family? Couldn't they have just come over to Calcutta like they were supposed to? Oh, wait, I insisted that we travel that year instead of dada's family. Riiight.

Both the wave and the monster were closing in, most others had found sturdy trees or houses to climb up by then, dada was a 13 year old carrying a 7 year old on his back, didn't much help his ground speed. I was thin though, but sadly so was he. I was still kind of processing things, screaming at him to let me down, banged up knee be damned, we could both run faster.

On hindsight, I'm still proud of myself to be able to think coherent thoughts at that point. Damn I was such a cool kid.

I'd almost resigned us to be swept away, and was trying to suck in as much breath as I could hold, and 'pop' appeared the guy in the black turban, black scarf covering his face and black overalls, grabbed dada's shoulder, looked up, and 'pop' we're high in the sky, nothing but the rain here, below us the city was being subsumed block by block from the flooding river. It was sort of tranquil I guess. The rain was slowing down, oh, okay the rain was not slowing down, we were falling, before I could open my mouth to let our black turban ninja man know of that factoid - 'pop' again - and now the sky is a roiling mass of clouds below us, the river and flooding nowhere to be seen, highrises hanging from the ground above, dada's scream slowly building up to a proper shriek, my highly analytical mind manages to proffer expert commentary, "We're falling up." Turban Ninja Man gave a surprised guffaw and said, "Yes we are," hand still firmly on dada's shoulder. We stopped falling up, rain splashing against our feet, it really was tranquil, even dada stopped screaming. The final 'pop' had us standing on top of the Golconda fort on a big red trampoline-cushion thingy, two rescue workers running towards us, Turban Ninja Man nodded at them, ruffled my hair and vanished with another 'pop'.

We later got to know he was a 'Thanda' mercenary called Jhapki, a line-of-sight teleporter who conserved momentum between ports. He died trying to rescue more survivors. So it goes.

Dada vanished, the red trampoline-cushion-thingy turned into the green backyard of the school, the running rescue workers turned into two high-school jocks who charged at me and started kicking me with unrestrained fury, because I wouldn't let them copy from me during the physics test, one of the kicks landed solidly on my nose with a meaty crunch. Ow, pain.

Really? Now this one? Smooth, subconscious, very smooth.

This event still has better connotations for me, though my broken nose healed forever slightly crooked, this attack was recorded on my friend's cellphone and got those two expelled. That was the start of the Nerd Watch, we all carried cellphones which would sit snug in our breast pockets, a hole cut out for the camera, constantly recording and uploading (the security on the school wifi was a joke) to a server. We managed to get quite a few bullies suspended or expelled, one of the victims was related to a surveillance tinker who gifted the Nerd Watch with low-tech (for him) glasses which did the recording and uploading riding on any carrier network that was present, also hooked us up with an anonymous server which stored all the feeds. It was even used as evidence for a sexual assault case last year, came out in the news and all that. Nasty business that one. My friend who recorded it had to go in hiding for a few days because the molester was the son of a local politician.

The pain dissolved, the surroundings dissolved, I wasn't even in the scene anymore, I saw a man sitting in a futuristic looking setting, his face obscured by a smiley face surrounded by spinning letters...

"Happy Birthday Aveek! Wakey wakey, I've got gifts for you!"


Huh? That's not one of my usual dreams. That didn't even feel like a dream!

I woke up with a jolt, head twitching around, disorientation, disorientation, less disorientation - Ah, I'm in my new bedroom, this is our new house, in Brockton Bay, New Hampshire, USA. I'm not in India anymore. No need for panic, all is cool, I was just dreaming the usual, when the laughing man woke me up for gifts...

Uh, Righto, cool, new room, there are all my unpacked boxes, there's my new table, here's my new bed, new sheets, and the new glowing blue panel saying my HP and MP have recovered...

[x]
You Have Slept in your bed, your HP and MP have recovered to full,
all status effects removed.
What?

"What the Fuck?!"

[x]
QUEST CREATED!

What the Fuck?!
Find out what is causing this strange blue panel thingy to appear!

Success: 100 XP + Knowledge + goodies!
Failure: Life of ignorance

[ACCEPT/Y] [DECLINE/N]
 
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Installation 1.1

NesQuarX

Persistent Matter Construct
Installation 1.1

December 23, 2010, Dev's House - Brockton Bay, 8:03 AM
"Bro? Who're you cussing at?" Dada's voice came from across the door, I just sat very still, carefully trying out mental sanity-check exercises. A soft knock on the door, all I could manage was a croaky "uhhhh". The door opened, his head poked in, mildly irritated expression smoothed out into a more sombre one when he saw my vacant expression (carefully crafted upon years of practice in not letting emotions show on face). "Nightmare again?" I nodded blankly, then noticed the blue letters floating on top of his head

<Coolest Brother Ever>
Dev SenGupta (NPC)
Lvl. 15 Financial Genius


and managed to eloquently retort, "uhh?".

His smile was forlorn "Just because it's your birthday, I'll make the tea, you freshen up, and happy birthday!". I manage another nod, but by then my mental gears are spinning furiously, "Hey, dada, wait!"

"What?"

"Answer me honestly dada, did you recently trigger with a tinker, thinker or master power?"

"What? No! Why?"

"Have you recently met someone who meets those criteria?"

"No! Aveek, you're scaring me, what's the matter?!"

"Do you notice anything odd about our surroundings?"

He walked in, looked around carefully and shook his head.
"Um, nothing that I can't place out of context, are you alright?"

I nodded again, It was all in my head then, "Hmm, no, I mean yes, I'm alright, something about the nightmare, I'll tell you once I'm properly awake, go make me some tea minion!"

Dada brightened up and gave a mock salute, "Sir, yes sir! Just for today you get away with that sir. And for your kind information, you're going to explain to me what this was all about, sir!"

I huffed and fell into comfortable banter "Of course, minion, I don't need to hide shit from you, except for my porn stash, who do you think you are? My parent?"

"Sir No Sir! Refined men like me have no need for your juvenile porn, Sir!" He gave me another salute, then gave me the finger and left. Blue letters were right though, coolest brother ever.

Okay, back to this mess, I'd just arrived in this country one day ago, I knew of no one with powers or motive for this to be a specific attack on my mind, unless it was part of a broader phenomenon? Grabbed phone, checked PHO, checked gaming forums, checked darknet conspiracy theory boards, no, it was all me.

Fair enough, now though my gaming addict days were thankfully over, but I'd played enough RPGs to notice the format of the blue boxes, hence I started testing my hypothesis.

I passed my hand through the boxes, they were intangible, the colour was a deep, shimmering blue, much like Cherenkov Radiation pictures that I remembered. Specifically touching the [x] on the previous HP/MP alert vanished it, some tactile feedback, more like a tingle. Hmm, so pressing the buttons worked, what about voice commands?

Looking at the quest panel, I said "I accept" and it vanished, so voice commands, yes. Next to try other possible commands.

"Settings" - nothing
"Character" - nothing
"Help" - nothing
"Menu" - Yep!

[x]
The Gamer
Menu

[Messages (1)]
[Status]
[Inventory]
[Skills]
[Party]
[Options]

Holy Mother of... Wow, Okay, "Messages"

There was a panel with three boxes, the second and the third being the two boxes I had just dismissed, while the topmost one was still shining bright Cherenkov Blue, it just read "Happy Birthday!" with a [read message] button.

Might as well read it. With no small amount of trepidation, I tapped the read button.

And there was the Laughing Man again.

"Good man! I knew you were smart enough to start with this. So here's the deal, I'm your friendly (TransUniversal)neighbourhood ROB(Random Omnipotent Being), call me Rob. The thing is, your universe is infested with some nasty parasites which are causing wanton xenocide, so me being the good Samaritan that I am, I chose to intervene."

"Now you might ask ''Why can't you just get rid of the parasites Rob?' And I'd tell you, I can, of course I can, but that'd be boring right? So to avoid the greater Evil that is boredom, I chose a lucky human (that's you!) to be able to borrow some power from my Universe and take care of your pest problem by yourself! now you'll ask me 'Why this RPG shit Rob?' Well, this is a tribute to one of my colleagues who's taken it upon herself to be the caretaker of some of your parallel Earths, they call her Gaia there. Also because it's more fun this way. And you're a nerd aren't you? Would you like a power that you can't customize and tweak and munchkin the fuck out of? Would you? - On that note, if you think you've found a way to completely break the rules and get Mega OP and shit, that's not happening, because I'm a dick.

So anyway, I've given you this power - 'Why me Rob?' - Ah, don't interrupt me kid, you because you're one of the few people in the area who has no chance to trigger with conventional parasite powers because you're too rational and even tempered, okay? Damn impatient kids."

"So, where was I? Power, yes, three gifts I've given you:

First is The gift of Mana, which flows through your mind and body, its capacity knows no bounds.

Second is The Gamer AI, which runs The Gamer System, it's actually just a mana computational matrix which plugs into you and takes most informational and linguistic cues from your memories and your surroundings themselves.

Third, and possibly the most broken, is The Akashic Records. Fancy name eh? Actually it's just a conduit to some of my knowledge about your universe plugged into the AI, it'll dole out contextual information as and when it deems necessary, so when the AI gives quirky titles to people, that's me messin' with ya!

But it's all true though."

"So there you go, exposition done, now go have a good adventure, also, another secret motive of mine, I'm bored, would like a friend, so I can't wait till you ascend beyond your universe, see you on the other side!"

"Oh, oh I almost forgot, if you do nothing, humanity can still defeat one or two of these parasites, but without your help the death toll is a few billions higher, so... No pressure!"

...
Holy Grandmother of-

[x]
QUEST COMPLETE!

What the Fuck?!
Found out what is causing this strange blue panel thingy to appear!

Success!
You Receive 100 XP
You Gain Knowledge about your power
Check inventory for goodies!

Okay, deep breaths, brutally quashed the urge to whoop and dance around the bed. Billions of deaths Aveek, remember? Great, now, goodies, what goodies?

"Inventory"

A grid appeared in front of me, looking exactly like an RPG inventory would, in the first box, there was a picture of an armored apple like fruit, with the subscript:

Plot Armor X3

"Is this what I think it is?" I put my hand into the box, it went in, didn't come out the other side, well within expectations, still very freaky. Something touched my finger, pulled it out, lo and behold, one tiny armored apple, blue glow from within, very sci-fi looking, the count in the inventory dropped to X2, I dismissed the inventory and sat watching and twirling the apple in my hand, thinking of a way to confirm what it did, apart from the obvious eating it.

[x]
SKILL CREATED!

A new skill has been created through a special action!

Observe: (Active) Lvl. 1 - 5.0%
A passive scan of target, cross referenced with Akashic Records:
provides information regarding target.
Depth of information increases with skill level.

Cost: 3 MP per use

Huh. Won't whoop and dance, won't whoop and dance. Dismissing the window, I looked at the apple thingy again and said "Observe". I could feel something going away from my body, a momentary diminishing of self, that was the mana I had just spent I guess. It quickly passed.

[x]
Plot Armor
Key Item (TransUniversal)
Quality: Epic.


Feed this to an NPC to ensure they live through the story without any permanent damage.

Oh what the heck, I calmly untangled myself from the sheets, got up in a dignified manner, smoothly checked the floor for anything that I might trip on, then whooped with joy and did a victory dance.
 
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Installation 1.2

NesQuarX

Persistent Matter Construct
Installation 1.2

December 23, 2010, Dev's House - Brockton Bay, 8:25 AM

Mini-celebration done, brother placated with a shouted "No worries!", I headed off to the bathroom to freshen up, stood in front of the mirror, well, I look the same old lame old me, freakishly tall (by Indian standards), skinny build (I like to call it athletic, thank you very much), wheatish complexion, acne scars pockmarking my plain face, slightly crooked nose, beady black eyes - no superpowered improvements here, or, as I suspect the nature of mana and The Gamer System, no superpowered improvements yet.

[x]
Critical Thinking has improved your INT by 1
Oh hush, you flatterer, I dismissed the window, stat checking will come later, but first thing is the only noticeable difference in the mirror, no points for guessing, blue letters above my head.

<The Gamer>
Aveek SenSharma
Lvl. 1 Shameless Nerd

And proud of it! Anyway, ablutions finished, I went back to my room, message to self, get toiletries unpacked first.

[x]
From: Me
Get toiletries unpacked first.
Huh, nifty, so there must be a way to give commands mentally, would need to research that later, to begin with, I decided to have a quick overview of all the menu options.

"Status"

[x]
Aveek SenSharma
Title: The Gamer
Class: Shameless Nerd

Level: 1 - 100/500XP

HP: 150/150 - Regen. 0.8%/s
MP: 160/160 - Regen 1.2%/s

STR: 7
DEX: 13
VIT: 8
INT: 16
WIS: 12
CHA: 5

Status Points: 0

Desc: You want a description of yourself? This is an AI, not a fucking psychologist.

Right, Rob's AI is a dick too. Anyway stats looked fair enough, 60 point build, HP/MP/Regen calcs were pretty basic, stat division matched my nature, needed to compare with others if I could find a way to. Moving on:

"Skills"

Another inventory-like window opened up, with anime-style pictures (Ha ha, very funny, dick AI) and skill names and levels in subscript, there were 4 occupied boxes, I tapped them one by one.

[x]
The Gamer's Mind: (Passive) Lvl. MAX - 0.0%
Your brain is part of a mana hypercomputer:
Allows emotional reactions to be suppressed during need.
Lets you perceive the world as a game.
Blocks negative mental effects. (Anti master/stranger fuck yeah!)

[x]
The Gamer's Body: (Passive) Lvl. MAX - 0.0%
Your body is a persistent mana construct:
Allows your body to perform at peak capacity as long as you have HP.
Lets you interact with the world and evolve as a game character would.

[x]
Basic Mana Capacity: (Passive) Lvl. MAX - 0.0%
Mana, the energy of thoughts, the energy of creation, flows through you:
Mana can do anything, you just have to figure out how.
Allows you to sense, control, and manifest mana into any form of energy.

[x]
Observe: (Active) Lvl. 1 - 5.0%
A passive scan of target, cross referenced with Akashic Records:
provides information regarding target.
Depth of information increases with skill level.

Cost: 3 MP per use

Huh, so I was not me anymore, oh well, I believe in the school of thought where the me from the previous moment is not the me in the next moment, so no philosophical crisis there; but still, fuck you Rob. You ask before changing a person into a mana construct, basic bloody courtesy dammit!

Anyway, The Gamer's Mind seemed to be an amazing thinker power by itself, while The Gamer's Body was a budget brute package which could be improved into a serious brute package if I wanted. Again, if my suspicions about mana were correct (That given its extraUniversal nature, it's just bullshit reality manipulation), with time I would be able to mimic any possible power, imagination being the limit. Time being the bottlenecked resource in this case I was sure, or Rob would have given me these powers during my tete-a-tete with the overgrown water lizard. On that note, I realized that soon I might have to fight him, or the special effects minotaur, or the techie bird bitch. Sobering thought that, and yes, I could feel the effects of Gamer's Mind, specifically by the fact that I wasn't having a massive panic attack while thinking of fighting a freaking kaiju.

Well, mixed emotions aside, power experimentation will wait. Next item:

"Party"
[x]
Party menu to be unlocked at level 10.
Fair enough, not that I had anyone to party with right then, dada being marked NPC, and honestly, though we were as close as siblings, our age gap would just make partying with him awkward, I'd rather give him the Plot Armor and let him be my cash cow minion that he was.

On to the final item then, I rubbed my hands in anticipation as I called it out:

"Options"

[x]
OPTIONS
Command input methods:
[✔] Vocal
[✔] Touch
[ ] Mental - Warning, unchecked thoughts might initiate commands, recommend high INT and WIS before enabling this option.

Information output methods:
(✔) Visual
( ) Mental - Warning, Too much information might strain attention span, recommend high INT before enabling this option.

Skill names and Commands
[ ] Allow adding aliases to skills and commands - Warning, may cause confusion when newer skills have same name as older aliases.

Mana Manipulation AI Assist:
0% - Warning, accidents can annihilate galaxies. Use this if you have Godlike stats.
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100% - Warning, low flexibility can make skill creation very difficult. Use this if you're a wuss.

AI pseudo-personality core:
(✔) AI messages take personality cue from The Gamer's subconscious - Warning, may result in snarky messages if you're a dick.
( ) AI messages are mechanical and dry - warning, you're Armsmaster, and still a dick.

Gamer's Mind AI assist
[✔] Suppress emotions during combat
[✔] Suppress emotion spikes out of combat
[ ] Suppress all emotions - warning, will make your social life very interesting.

Message log Archival
[✔] Archive repeating messages
[✔] Archive status and warning messages


Avatar Options (locked until you find a way to change your body)

Party Options (locked until you have a party)

--Other options will appear with newer skills
That was actually pretty well thought out, I didn't really need to change anything right then. And the messages were being snarky because I'm a dick. And I had researched Brockton Bay capes almost too well. Well, I didn't want to turn into Armsmaster, so I let the snarky messages stay, and I had an almost nonexistent social life anyway, no need to fuck it up with complete emotional suppression. Damn my nerd tendencies, not getting to change a single option was such a downer.

[x]
QUEST CREATED!

Downers are bad for health.
Reach level 10 so that you can at least change some options!

Success: 20K XP + Moar Superpowers!
Failure: Be pathetic.

[ACCEPT/Y] [DECLINE/N]
Heh, well that's a sentiment I could get behind. "Accept." The window vanished, it was time to go talk to my brother, I debated when to tell him the truth. Was it a good time?

[x]
QUEST CREATED!

Come clean to the only person you can trust.
Go tell your brother the truth and reveal your powers before he leaves for work!

Success: 200 XP + Increased relationship with Dev.
Failure: He finds out anyway + decreased relationship with Dev + Shame + Guilt.

[ACCEPT/Y] [DECLINE/N]
Cues from my own subconscious eh? Well, apparently my subconscious was excellent at guilt tripping me. Anyway, he's a fuckin genius, it's a sucker's bet, I tapped accept. Fuck you Rob.
 
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Installation 1.3

NesQuarX

Persistent Matter Construct
Installation 1.3

December 23, 2010, Dev's House - Brockton Bay, 9:05 AM

After Leviathan hit Hyderabad, dada was my pillar, the refugee camp was rough, but we endured. Once the waters receded, our house was still standing, but the people who made it a home were gone.

They did officially inform us in about a month or so, it was a foregone conclusion by then. We were officially orphans, taken in by a distant family member, who I guess now were simply eyeing the two families' worth of property that we came with. I still have nothing against them, they were cordial enough, but they weren't Family family. Those two years were a blur, both dada and I poured our all into academics, he was a certified genius, blitzed through high school skipping grades like a mudskipper on steroids. I learnt later that it was during this time that he picked up his side job of managing Thanda cape finances, because he was far better at it than any certified accountant.

It was through those underworld connections that he got himself emancipated, adopted me, unfroze all our family assets, took up a house close enough to his college and my school. We've been living by ourselves since he was 15 and I was 9.

I've always been eternally grateful to the fact that he never tried to be a parent, he was always Dev dada, coolest brother ever. He'd be busy with college, I'd be busy with school, and the nearby cyber cafe, whose owner was perhaps the closest thing I had to a parent, I got to sit at any unoccupied PC and trawl the web, feeding my hungry mind, while the cyber cafe auntie often came, mothered me and fed me home cooked stuff, good times. Dada used to check their ledgers once a month, and they got to pay ultra low taxes. We'd mostly spend dinner together, me regaling him with factoids from the net, him regaling me with stories of the Thanda business shenanigans.

I'd never had much to do with the Garam heroes and villains, they simply didn't have much ties in the community, they were celebrities, celebrities with a lot of collateral damage. The Thanda had criminals, businessmen, mercenaries, all living in the shadier side of the law, but they were a part of the society. People knew them for what they did, not who they fought.

Dada left his side job when he got into an A-list business school with a scholarship and I skipped a grade and went to boarding school starting at the 9th grade. They even gave him a going away party, which he returned from extremely late in the night blushing and grinning like a teenager who'd had their first sexual encounter - he was 20. Heh, nerd.

For me boarding school was a bit tough in the beginning, getting to meet him only during my vacations, where I lived with him in his hostel till his vacations would start and we'd travel around a little. It was also a very different kind of experience, social manipulation, politics, scams, schemes, a microcosm by itself. The jocks were popular, loud, visible, while us nerds controlled information, academic excellence, and contraband... the Garam/Thanda comparison comes naturally.

Then dada aced B-school and got a cushy job in a real estate MNC, which was soon taken over by this US company called Fortress Constructions, who went through dada's resume once (And I'm sure they looked at his 'extra curriculars' more than once. I have no illusions as to which work experience caught their notice), and offered him a package which is fat by even US standards.

I myself found this house online, we both couldn't stand ultra-urban, and he couldn't afford the Captain's Hill properties, those aren't houses, those are fucking estates. Fortress Construction facilitated the purchase, and our Visas.

The Nerd Watch gave me a nice going-away present, two of our trademark spy-glasses and a proper hardened milspec smartphone tweaked by the same surveillance tinker who made the glasses connect to any carrier network, I gave them copies of my porn stash and all the backdoors I'd installed in the school computers, believe me, they came out richer.

We flew down the night before, got into the house, the majority of our luggage was shipped earlier (Fortress sure has very deep pockets). We unpacked the bare minimum, took out the battered 5-photo frame with photos of mine and his parents, and Jhapki, the cape who saved us. Lit a candle, I turned 17 and he was 23, 10 years, we will not forget. Then we went off to sleep, then I became a persistent mana construct, go figure.

Anyway, while thinking about our pasts I had already descended the steps to the living room, dada was sitting quietly with two mugs of tea, the lighter mug's handle pointed toward the seat I was supposed to take, his posture pensive, his fingers flicking through his smartphone. He had a very unassuming presence, a couple inches shorter than me, black hair and beady black eyes being the only traits we shared, he was darker, with a sturdier build and a somewhat intense face, he usually always had a half-smiling, genial expression which I could tell was currently not at 100%.

I sat down in the designated chair, took the mug of tea, raised it in a mock toast, sipped it, Tulsi (Holy Basil) with 3 tablespoons of sugar, perfect. Dada gave me one of his pointed 'I see what you did there' looks, raised his own mug and took a sip. I know this routine, this is what we use when he finds out I've been doing something illegal, his usual next words are something like 'What are your chances of getting caught?' but on this part of the script he deviated.

"How did you trigger?" His tone had no humour.

"ExtraUniversal Alien Being apparently took an interest in me." Neither did mine.

One skeptical eyebrow raise later
"How did you figure that?"

"Left me a mental letter"

"Can you reproduce it for me?"

"I can show you the real thing given some time to grow the power."

"You actually believe this."

"Sherlock's razor."

"Once you eliminate the impossible, whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth."

"Yeah, that one."

"Okay, what is the power?"

I raised 3 fingers.
"Access to an ExtraUniversal Energy source, that with time can be trained to perform arbitrary reality manipulation, exponential growth curve. Limited access to a hypercomputer AI. Access to some sort of subspace storage."

He sits for a few moment absorbing the words, I don't need to lie to him, he's my closest confidante, and he's a genius.

"ExtraUniversal as in parallel dimension?"

"No, beyond, higher dimension set altogether I guess."

"A very peculiar combination of powers"

"It follows a theme"

He made a 'go on' gesture.

"ItslikeImacharacterinanRPGgame!"

"What?!"

"Uh, ahem, the nature and growth of powers mimics that of a role playing game character"

He blinked, then cracked and let out a snicker.

"What?! It's awesome dada!"

His snicker turned into a guffaw.
"Pfah! Nerd."

"Don't you forget it, bloody intellectual elitist."

"Teenager."

"Hey! Below the belt bro! And how're you taking this so coolly?"

"Last decade of my life was spent in company of capes, teens with powers are nothing new to me. Also, three quarters of my tea is whiskey."

"Ah... Spare some for me?"

"You just turned 17, I'll bring you the good stuff for tonight."

"Coolest. Brother. Ever"

"Don't you forget it."

We sat sipping our mugs in silence, a weight I didn't know existed seemed to be off my chest.

"So... Show me a trick?"

"Huh? Oh, okay, Inventory."

I pushed the tea in an inventory box, it turned into an icon saying 'Half a mug of Tulsi tea' and I waved my arms around dramatically. Dada's eyes widened very slightly, face vacant, same emotion suppressing habits as mine. Then he broke into a grin that more suited a child than a twentysomething.

"Dude, you've got powers!" He was a genius, didn't mean he was matured.

[x]
QUEST COMPLETED!

Come clean to the only person you can trust.
Went and told your brother the truth and revealed your powers before he left for work!

Success:
You got 200 XP.
Relationship with Dev strengthened.
I dismissed the window and gave him my most smug grin.

"Yes, yes I have."

He stood up and raised his hands for a high five, I returned it. Then his expression turned intensely sharp again.

"Are you going to go cavorting around like the Garam capes here?"

"Protectorate and Villains? Not my thing, I'll possibly be getting into fights with the gangs here. Once I'm strong enough to have no reasonable threat from them, of course."

"Do consult me before you take any such actions? I have more experience in these matters. And give me more details about your power later."

"I'll share my notes as soon as I'm done making them. And I have more knowledge! I've done my research dada!"

"All the better to combine knowledge and experience then."

"Uh, true."

"Good, I'll sober up and go to office, there's yesterday's takeout in the fridge, you have to unpack the microwave."

"Leave all the unpacking to me, except for your room's stuff."

"Training?" His eyes narrow again, bloody smartypants.

"Yes." I grinned sheepishly.

"Good. Oh, by the way, I'm meeting the HR head of the Dockworkers' Union for dinner, he's a neighbor, and I need to negotiate a deal about some shipments coming through."

"Some of your shadier shipments?"

"If the only deals I negotiated were shady, wouldn't it create a pattern?"

"Yeah, yeah, just asking."

"Besides, as far as my research tells me, Daniel Hebert is a straight up man. Anyway, you want to come with me? Meet the neighbours?"

"And nod sagely when you discuss pay percentages and tax cuts?"

"No, he's got a daughter, goes to the same school as you've been enrolled into."

"Are you fucking setting me up?!"

"No, you pervert! Remember the talk about social interactions?"

"Yeah, okay, fine, I'll go."

"And she's barely 15. I'd rather not doom her for life by setting her up with you."

"I get it, I get it, ha fucking ha. Now get out and let me unpack, you stink of cheap booze."

"And still smell better than you." He started walking up to his room.

"I can still just get a GED and be rid of high school drama." I mumble to myself.

"Social Interaction, Assfingers! You require it! New country, new people, at least it'll be new drama!" He retorted, already halfway up the staircase.

One time. One time you forget to wash after pooping, you never live it down. I was 4 for god's sake!

"Fine fine, and I was only 4 dammit!" He's off to his room by then.

I get busy unpacking stuff in the most strenuous possible way, while mentally jotting down notes about my power.
 
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Installation 1.4

NesQuarX

Persistent Matter Construct
Installation 1.4

December 23, 2010, Dev's House - Brockton Bay, 6:25 PM
Lift box, move box, place box, observe box, unpack box, observe contents, place contents, collapse box, find new box... Rinse and repeat.

It was almost meditative, it did allow me to order my thoughts, go through this whole Gamer mess one clue at a time, and compile notes. Meanwhile, I got two points in strength, one point in vitality (after moving furniture non-stop for half an hour), and 3 levels in observe, whose results were reaching new heights of snark:

[x]
Another Packing Box

Quality: Mundane.

It's another packing box, 0.55 cubic metre capacity, can hold upto 90 kg without collapsing, you can use this to pack and move things.
You can also use this to pack yourself and ship yourself off to oblivion so that you never ever have to observe. Another. Fucking. Packing. Box.

I couldn't blame it, I also get very snarky when I have to repeat myself incessantly. Oh well, grinding is grinding. If only the AI would get fed up and level my skills up for free.

Talking of leveling up, I need another 200xp to get my first level up. Could I create a quest for that? Dada had already texted me that he'd come to pick me up at 7 for 'neighbourhood social interaction'. I thought hard about finishing unpacking and getting ready by then for 200xp.

[x]
QUEST CREATED!

Get ready for neighbourhood social interaction

Finish unpacking and get ready before Dev arrives. Remember to dress well!

Success: 50 XP
Failure: being nagged by Dev

[ACCEPT/Y] [DECLINE/N]
Cool, sadly it wouldn't let me control the xp gain, as that would go against the 'Rob is a dick' protocol. But at least I could level up without combat, because seriously, I wasn't getting in a fight before I was sure I could subdue multiple baseline humans without breaking a sweat. I'll have to experiment with ways of combat training, maybe I could join a dojo or something? Oh well, decisions for later. I accepted the quest and went back to grinding, I mean unpacking.

I finished well within time, dropped of all the collapsed boxes in the basement, the house was looking well, my room was all spic and span (not for long, I wasn't a very organised person at all) and I got dressed in my fashionable best - which amounted to a white turtleneck and jeans, my charisma score was not low for nothing.

While getting dressed I noticed something, my so called 'athletic' frame seemed to have some actual muscle definition beginning to show, at least it was slightly more deserving of the moniker than today morning. So stat gains showed up on the body too, does that mean if I put too many points into strength I'll hulk up? Hopefully the presence of avatar options would help me avoid that! Need to find body shaping skills soon enough.

I opened up my messages and took a look at the notes I've taken, if I couldn't soon find a way to get hard copies from AI output I was in for a lot of typing.

[x]
From: Me
1. Rob's chosen appearance was that of the Laughing man. Not ominous at all.

2. Rob is a dick.

3. Rob mentioned 'the area'. Presuming it's this city.

4. Parasites, what are the parasites?

5. Given he called conventionally triggered supers as 'parasite powers', what exactly do parasites have to do with superpowers?

6. Given previous points. And the timing of all of it, there's trouble brewing in Brockton Bay.

7. Parasites are causing xenocide, hence 'parasite powers' are part of the problem which can apparently eradicate humanity.

8. Parallel dimensions are a proven thing (Haywire was a tinker, assuming 'parasite powers' in play here), so eradication of humanity would have be pan-dimensional. Parasites are at least trans-dimensional if not pan-dimensional.

9. Even tempered people are not prone to triggering with powers, parasites are giving powers to people who are specifically not even tempered? Only mentally unbalanced people get powers? Hero to villain ratios actually support that. Not. Ominous. At. All.

10. Why give powers? What do they get in return? Life force? Lulz? why would it cause xenocide?

11. My powers are not from the same source as parasites, assuming Rob is not lying, my powers' source comes from higher up in the food chain. ExtraUniversal was sufficiently emphasized. While parasites were mentioned as part of the universe.

12. Mana is being called the energy of thoughts and creation, the options menu mentioned flexibility as crucial to developing new skills. Keeping my mind open while training with mana is a given must. Need to practice lateral thinking.

13. The gamer power takes subspace/pocket dimensions as a granted thing. The implication needs to be explored. Proceed with caution.

14. Completely jailbreaking my powers will not be allowed, but munchkining/hacking it is actually recommended.

Though they raised many more questions than they answered, the gist of these points were not painting a pretty picture. I was unconsciously mimicking Rob's callous amusement about this mess, which is a good way to maintain sanity, but that didn't mean I should not treat everything related to this with utmost caution and seriousness. Dada's attitude seemed to make much more sense after I went through my own notes. I decided to take things a tad bit more seriously on a personal level.

[x]
Prudent decision making has improved your WIS by 1
Oookay, message received. Then again, I doubt anyone else got an introduction letter, a good night's sleep and AI assistance with their trigger event, so I was on much more solid starting ground to begin messing with superpowers.

I heard the doorbell, and got my quest completion message, that was a quick 50xp, I needed to get into the habit of setting as many mental goals as possible to milk xp at these lower levels. I didn't think it would be effective at higher levels if the xp curve followed standard RPG growth.

I went downstairs, thinking hard at 'good social interaction' didn't create any quests, I guessed vague goals wouldn't work. Opened the front door, dada was parking his new motorbike near the porch, huh, his license got processed that fast? It's been one day! Who are these Fortress people? He noticed me looking at the bike.

"You want one?"

"Huh? Oh, maybe later, let me get used to the streets here first."

I locked the door and he started walking down the driveway. I looked at him and whispered "observe", merely curious what a level 4 observe gleans from a person.

[x]
Dev SenGupta
Title: Coolest Brother Ever
Class: Financial Genius

Level: 15

HP: 200/200

Desc: Dev is a workaholic who loves to transact with huge sums of money. He's protective of his cousin and is pretty happy with his new job of covering up the shady dealings of Fortress Construction.

Status effects: None

Nothing surprising, but I realized how much potential that kind of information can hold to a stranger. I followed him down the street.

"Getting used to the streets first is actually a good idea, keeping to the right is a new experience. I almost forgot a few times" He mused.

"Your license got processed already?"

"No, Fortress got me a learner's permit fast tracked."

"What level of shady work are you doing for them that they're doing so much for you?"

"It's actually more grey than illegal, shell companies, foreign accounts, bending the law to get more profits from deals, hiding money trails that go to actual shady stuff. No direct involvement, but I assume I'm pretty valuable to whoever wants the trails hidden." He took a turn and I followed, we were just going around our own block.

I took a moment to absorb that statement, there weren't many people about, but looking at their labels I had already gleaned that most adults were between levels 8-12 and all had NPC tags, but no titles above their names. Figures dada would be at least a few levels above average, and had a title because he was close to me or something else? I turned my attention back to the conversation.

"Ah, I see, you got any leads to your illusive financial god yet?"

"Heh, not yet, but my hunch was right, the Number Man's subtle footprints are all over Fortress' account books."

"Do you think you'll get to work with him?"

"A man can hope." He said wistfully, then stopped and checked the house numbers.

"It's this one." He pointed to the next house.

We walked up to their front door and rang the bell. "Coming!" A young female voice answered. The door opened, it was the daughter I presumed, tall, pale girl, almost as tall as me, skinnier than me, wearing a baggy grey hoodie and sweatpants, she had glasses, a thin oval face and a head full of long pretty brown curls, above the head were blue letters.

<Protagonist>
Taylor Hebert
Lvl. 5 Abuse Survivor


"Uh, Mr. Sengupta?" She was adressing dada, but she was giving me strange looks. I was too busy looking at her title and class.

"Yes, call me Dev. You must be Taylor right? This is my brother Aveek."

Now her attention turned to me, and she was frowning at me. She had a title! She's a Protagonist?! And she was not an NPC! Why was she frowning at me? Because I was almost scowling at her. Oh, oh. Recovery mode!

"Ah, hello Taylor, sorry I was just looking at your glasses, I've been looking for frames like that, will you later point me to where you got them made?" I blurted and thrust out a hand. Dada quirked an eyebrow.

[x]
A borderline passable recovery has improved your CHA by 1
Her frown softened and she shook my hand. Wow, that was actually smooth of me, shut up dick AI! Her expression remained wary though. Figures from her class, is her father beating her up or something?

"Um, sure, why don't you come in? Dad's expecting you." She turned back and led us into the house. Dada gave me another curious look. I mouthed "later"at him and we followed her into the living room. Why was she not an NPC? Why does she have a title when most others don't? Why protagonist? What abuse? I had to get to the bottom of this!

[x]
QUEST CREATED!

Get to the bottom of this!

Find out why Taylor is not an NPC!

Success: 30K XP + ???
Failure: Plot derailment! Billions of deaths!

[ACCEPT/Y] [DECLINE/N]
Okay, she's definitely plot relevant. And that quest reward tells me it doesn't have an immediate answer. I accepted it and followed her into the living room with a whispered "observe."
 
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Installation 1.5

NesQuarX

Persistent Matter Construct
Installation 1.5

December 23, 2010, Hebert House - Brockton Bay, 7:15 PM
[x]
Taylor Hebert
Title: Protagonist
Class: Abuse Survivor

Level: 5

HP: 84/90

Desc: Taylor is a smart girl with a strong core reduced to a nervous wreck by constant bullying and abuse from her ex-best friend's clique in school. She loves her mother's memory, thinks her father is already too stressed to open up to him.

Status effects: Severely Depressed. -10 INT, -15 WIS

Ah, at least that explained the abuse thing, still left a lot more questions open. She must have high int and wis to be even functioning with those stat penalties! Okay, baby steps, I've been in her shoes, somewhat at least, I still had my own friend circle of nerds for backup, while she has none. Well I can at least try to give her that.

[x]
QUEST CREATED!

Befriend Taylor Hebert!

Become friends with Taylor, give her a place of normalcy before school starts.

Success: 5000 XP + Increased relationship with Taylor
Failure: She'll be a broken shell of a person and it'll all be your fault!

[ACCEPT/Y] [DECLINE/N]
I swear if the AI starts taking cues from dating sims I'll find Rob and I'll wring his extraUniversal neck! Anyway, I accepted that quest too, and sat down on the couch my brother had already occupied one side of. Taylor seemed kind of unsure what to do next, as a tall, lanky, balding man came out of the inner door, yep, definite family resemblance there.

<Grieving Father>
Daniel Hebert (NPC)
Lvl. 14 Dockworkers' Union Leader


"Ah, hello, Dave, right? And you must be his brother." Dada stood up and shook hands with him. He didn't correct him, we knew everyone was going to call him Dave in this country, at least we didn't have names which are completely butchered in English.

"Yes, I'm Aveek, nice to meet you Mr. Hebert" I followed suit and shook hands with him too.

"Call me Danny, and you've already met Taylor. Good to meet you two, we haven't had new neighbors in quite a while. Settling in well?"

"Ah, yes, we just started unpacking today, still a lot to be done. We'll have to get the house in order before Aveek's school starts, we'll get too busy after that to get anything done I guess." Dada was good with small talk, I wish I had half his social grace, oh well, charisma training, how does one train charisma?

"Yes yes, let me know if you guys need anything okay? And Aveek you're starting in Winslow too, right? Which year?" Danny asked me. I saw Taylor's eyes widen in panic. Whoa boy, can of worms much?

"I had almost finished my schooling back in India, but dada - I mean Dev insisted that I start halfway through junior year here, some subjects might be different." I managed to answer.

"Good good, so what would you like to have? Tea? Coffee?"

"Tea, please." Dada said, and gave me a significant look, yes yes I knew how to be a good houseguest, I'm socially awkward, not an outcast.

"Tea, I'll help with it," I stood up. Taylor's panic seemed to rise another notch, but Danny didn't seem to notice it, I think I've found people with lower charisma scores than mine.

"You don't need to trouble yourself," Taylor stiffly interjected.

"No trouble, I insist, Aveek here is sort of a specialist with tea," dada quipped. Taylor seemed to perk up at that, still seemed nervous though.

"Oh? That's nice, Taylor is also a big fan of tea. In fact make a cup for me too, Taylor?" Danny genially pointed inside. I guessed this was quite within social norms here.

"Yes? Ah, yes, this way please." Taylor went inside, I followed her into a moderately sized kitchen, noticing that the structure of this house seemed quite similar to ours.

"What kind of tea would you like?"

"Um, what are the options?"

"I just bought some new varieties yesterday. Here have a look," she opened a cabinet and pointed to the boxes of teas, visibly brightening up as she looked at them. Interesting.

"Ah, let's see, Oolong, Green, Darjeeling, Chamomile, Cinnamon, Mint... That's a pretty respectable collection. Would you kindly put the water to boil while I decide?" It was actually a pretty good collection. And I was merely stalling for time because once the decision is made, then we'd have nothing else to talk about!

"Yes, sure, so what's your favourite tea?" Bah! Even Taylor was better at smalltalk than me! Good for me though. She busied herself with the stove.

''Um, my favourite is Tulsi tea, Holy Basil, it's milder than mint, but much more fragrant."

"That sounds nice, I'll have to look for it next time I go to the market."

"No need, I didn't know if we'd get it here, so I brought a lot. I'll give you a box, won't even make a dent in my stash."

"Uh, okay, thanks I mean." There was that nervousness again.

"Don't mention it, say, do you have any vanilla essence around the house? I can make a pretty neat brew out of what you have."

"Possibly, I'll check the fridge," she went and opened the fridge, looking up and down. I recognized the brittleness in her behaviour from my early days in boarding school, now how to broach the topic of bullying without making her panic further?

"So how is Winslow? You're in sophomore year I presume?" I ventured.

She visibly deflated. "It's... It's okay. You just need to avoid the gangs and the, uh, cliques, I guess."

Oh well, no risk no gain. "Ah, had bad experiences?"

Her eyes widened further. "Huh? No. Not much. I mean some. The usual I guess."

Okay, I could work with that. "Yeah, I also had a lot of trouble with bullies when I first joined high school. Took me a while to figure out how to deal with them. Hoping to avoid all that drama this time."

She stiffened. "Oh? How did you deal with them?"

Okay, time for a hook, strangely, as bad as I was with social interactions, that didn't take away from my ability for social manipulation. "Oh, it's a pretty interesting story, I'll tell you sometime. Did you find the vanilla?"

"Ah, yes, here it is."

The water had started to boil already, I took out three tablespoons of chamomile tea and a dash of black tea, then turned the heat off. "please pour two drops in this."

She did, interest back in body language. I put the tea in and covered it. "Now we wait for two minutes, cups, sugar and strainer?"

As she went around assembling those. I pulled out my next card.

"Say, Taylor, are you any good with English and History?"

"My mom was a professor of English." She said with some pride "Though my grades have slipped a bit." And there were the hunched shoulders again.

"I don't really believe grades to be a good marker of competency. I was asking because I'll probably have to take some remedial classes in those two, I was wondering if you can help me get them up to shape. The history I studied was more focused towards Asia than the curriculum here. English, I don't think I'm too bad with it, but it's not my native tongue, as you can guess by my accent."

She looked at me with an expression that I couldn't really place, wistfulness? Hope? "Uh, sure, I'll help with what I can, I guess?"

"Great! I'll clear it with your father about timings?" I really didn't know the social norms here, how much independence did a 15 year old girl have in studying with a boy close to her age? India was far more conservative with gender issues, and I didn't have a baseline at all.

"Huh? Yeah, that'd be good."

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Artful social maneuvering has improved your CHA by 1
Heh, nice, though it was obvious that charisma was raking up points only because it was the weakest stat to begin with. We finished straining and pouring the tea, it was smelling really nice. Taylor picked up the tea tray and we made our way back to the living room. Mr. Hebert and dada were quite engrossed with a sheaf of papers.

"But how will you manage to pay them with this much margin Dave? Not that I don't appreciate the extra pay, but this seems quite non-standard." Mr. Hebert was looking at dada with skeptical eyes.

"Ah, that's quite simple actually, since this shipment is part of an EB shelter construction project, Fortress has managed to route the money through FEMA grants so it's basically tax-exempt as long as it goes through non-profits, like the DWU, in fact, even after giving you that rate of pay our logistics budget remains solidly in the black. And honestly, this is the first of a number of similar shipments, we're hoping to sign the DWU for all of them and get a trustworthy consistent workforce instead of hiring a bunch of middlemen contractors who will eat half the money and then provide subpar HR. Losing us more money than saved in the process." Dada was fully in his element.

"Huh, that actually makes sense, I'm going to sign off on this, just add the safety contingency that we discussed, and if it all works out, we'll be ready to sign off on the rest of the shipments as a whole guaranteeing you the manpower you need. Oh, the tea is here, wow, what tea is this Taylor? It smells great!" Mr. Hebert mentioned, sniffing his cup. Danny, it's Danny, I have to remember that it's okay to call elders by their first names here, it's completely alien to our culture.

"That's Aveek's brew. I just followed instructions." Taylor sat down, picking up her own cup and giving the vapours a deep inhale, she sighed and her shoulders relaxed a lot, chamomile FTW!

"Told you he was a tea specialist. This one's your calming brew, right bro?" Sure dada, lay it on thick why don't you?

"Yeah. This is that one." I was never too comfortable with praise.

"Tastes great too, I mean I'm a coffee person, but I wouldn't mind one of these after coming home from work. Did you get the recipe Taylor?" Danny takes over, thank you Danny.

"I'll get it, it is nice." She seemed to be in her own little world. I Observed her and saw her status effect had become 'mildly depressed'. Ah, warms me cockles to do some good.

Conversation meandered, food was ordered, I found a moment to shoot off an Observe on Danny.

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Daniel Hebert
Title: Grieving Father
Class: Dockworkers' Union Leader

Level: 14

HP: 178/180

Desc: Daniel is a hardworking man who loves his daughter, but is still reeling from the loss of his wife two years ago. He is frustrated because he can sense something is wrong with Taylor, but doesn't know how to confront a teenage daughter. He loves the docks and hopes to improve it by reopening the Ferry.

Status effects: Depressed, Tired. -5 STR, -5 DEX, -5 WIS

That's a lot of information, I didn't really know how to help him, neither me nor dada could give him any useful tips on parenting. Meanwhile I managed to ask him about studying with Taylor, he was all for it, as long as we met when he was home, I was actually relieved hearing that, really didn't want this to turn into a dating sim.

Food was good, I didn't have much more interaction with Taylor other than random small talk, except for setting up a time and suggesting that I could help her with Computers, Maths and Sciences, she took me up on the last two, mentioning that she was doing well in computers, that was good news, I was hopeful of finding a fellow nerd. Time will tell.

We left around 9 after securing invitations for both of us to attend the Heberts' christmas party, which was apparently spontaneously organized right then, guess they were in the need of social interactions too.

We reached home, I unlocked the gates, dada went to his bike and took out a bottle from its saddle-case. I observed it.

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Bottle of FireWhiskey

Half a pint of Ogden's Finest... er, wrong universe, I mean Glenfiddich.

Sufficient consumption merely produces inebriated status effect.
And you don't even belch flames, meh.


Now the AI was outright trolling me! What the fuck?

We went in and dada poured two shots, we did our usual silent toast and drank. It was really good stuff. Another shot and we both had inebriated status effects, it dropped int and wis quite a few points and actually increased str and vit by 1! We chatted a bit, I told him a few more details about my powers. He reminded me that we were supposed to go and get our Immigration paperwork done the next day. Eventually we headed off to our bedrooms.

I sat down on the bed, waited a bit for the status effect to dissipate, then closed my eyes and started to meditate, hoping to get a feel for my mana.

I cleared my mind the best I could, and focused on turning my awareness inward. I could actually feel, not see, but feel a mote of shimmering Cherenkov Blue, tried to touch it, and I fell.

I was inside an infinite cerulean expanse, mind boggling vastness, bigger than planets, galaxies or universes, it was a sea of concepts, raw concepts, brimming with infinite possibilities, I wasn't actually inside it as much as I was a part of it, just more solid than the rest. I had the distinct feeling from a more fluid mass around my self that trying to make sense of it all would simply dissolve my mind and dissipate it into conceptual motes, the fluid mass was shielding me from exactly that - Ah, that must be my AI assist. Seriously, even a minor chunk of this energy seemed sufficient to either form or destroy whole worlds. That was very intimidating, and I could already feel my sense of self fraying at the edges just trying to hold that thought.

I snapped out quickly, back inside my own self, but the mote was clearer now, it was more of a pinhole than a mote, and mana was constantly seeping out of it and imbuing through my body, ready to manifest at my beck and call. Wow, that was something.

I open my eyes, and there were alerts.

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Getting int touch with your Mana has improved your INT by 2
[x]
Getting int touch with your Mana has improved your WIS by 2
[x]
SKILL CREATED!

A new skill has been created through a special action!

Meditation: (Active) Lvl. 1 - 27.5%
An ancient skill which lets you introspect:
+50% Mana regen during meditating.
At current level meditation cuts off all external input and output.
Useful while experimenting with mana at higher levels.

Cost: free.

Whoa! Serious gains, but I guessed the int and wis boosts were more of a one-time thing. Or else it'd be just too easy to lift them. Dismissing all the windows, I decided to train my int and wis as hard as I could so that I could turn on mental input and output and get rid of having to interact with and mutter at thin air, looking like a loon.

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QUEST CREATED!

Don't look like a loon!

Get your INT and WIS up to 20 so that you can turn on your mind-AI interface without having to use your senses. Finally get rid of the rampant blue boxes!

Success: 2000 XP + More flexibility with AI interaction
Failure: Looking like a nutter and outing yourself at the first chance!

[ACCEPT/Y] [DECLINE/N]
Yep, that's what I'm talking about! I accepted the quest, changed into pajamas and laid down on my bed, I wasn't feeling particularly sleepy physically, but the mental fatigue of the Mana Trip was palpable. I drifted off to sleep without any effort.
 
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Installation 1.6

NesQuarX

Persistent Matter Construct
Installation 1.6

December 27, 2010, Dev's House - Brockton Bay, 9:33 AM

The last three days had gone by in a blur, apparently walking the bureaucratic gauntlet increases intelligence, two days of immigration paperwork combined with my habit of reading through all of them and trying to understand how much the country had us by the balls, that had pushed my INT to 23. Then there was wisdom training, online games of chess and Go, reading rational fiction (it was fun, even if it didn't help), reading philosophy articles - intensely gruelling when you're not doing it as a passtime, but I got those 5 points and got my WIS upto 20 last night, so I could finally turn on the mental interfaces and get rid of the annoying blue boxes.

The mental interface was a wholly different beast, I had expected the boxes to just move from my physical field of view to my mind's eye, some of them actually did, like the observe results; likely anything that had to do with the Akashic Records just became mind-eye prompts, but rest of the alerts were more like distilled concepts injected into my conscious thoughts. Like someone else thinking at me, (trust me, feeling the AI's snark was far more cringeworthy than just reading it). Replaying my own recorded messages mentally came with all the thoughts and emotions that were there during recording! And replaying Rob's message gave me the same mindfraying sense as I got when I dipped into the source of mana, not doing that again, I value my mind thank you.

Oh well, at least now I didn't have to gawk, pantomime and mutter at the air to work the Gamer system anymore, and the menu and options seemed much more nuanced and customizable than their visual counterparts, like there were much more finer controls, advanced options. This was power user mode, it felt like I could push into them with my mind and tweak their source code if needed. There was a Macros and Scripting option now, which came with the warning that it needed a lot more INT and programming skills before I try them - It was sort of insulting, I considered myself a pretty nifty programmer.

Spamming observe constantly had pushed it to level 12, and it wasn't looking like it would get any higher if I didn't have different kinds of things to observe. Post level 10 it started giving me stats for people, and much more detailed descriptions, which I abused the hell out of at the Hebert's christmas party, we attended for only 20 minutes or so, because we had to get back to the towers of paperwork. It was overall uneventful, but I got to know a few things.

Firstly, Taylor and dada were intelligence monsters, Taylor had 24 base INT (which her depression kept debuffed to around 15 mostly), and dada is a ridiculous 37!

Secondly, everyone else apart from Taylor and me had NPC tags, and titles followed some weird rules, Danny's friends Kurt, Lacie and Alexander had titles, while their stats and descriptions were decidedly mundane (apart from strength and vitality, they were dockworkers after all). While a Retd. Col. Hendricks (Lvl. 18 Army Veteran) who was a neighbour, and had superb physical and mental stats (all stats were above 20!) despite being a senior citizen - didn't have a title. I figured it was an Akashic Records thing.

I also spent last two nights trying out different training methods: push-ups and sit-ups trained strength, doing them past fatigue trained vitality; juggling, sleight of hand, katas (I only know a few) and tap dancing (don't you judge me!) trained dexterity. Intelligence and wisdom were already my bitches now. Charisma, yeah, only thing that trained it was social interaction, I only got a few more points there at the party. And also any one kind of training, when sustained, started giving diminishing returns. But I realized I didn't need to eat or sleep, unless I needed to quickly recover hp, or get rid of pesky status effects - still felt like eating at regular intervals though, I guess the psychological part of hunger wasn't gone, just the biological dependency had vanished. And I wasn't complaining, I like eating.

Finally, I managed to squeeze three levelups from creating and completing quests for myself (attending christmas party, finding out training methods for all stats, training INT and WIS to at least 20, training all stats to at least 10, and helping with the dishes) and got some very fancy new skills (Speed Reading, Philosophy, Lying, Juggling, Dancing and Dishwashing - I kid you not), among which only lying was of any actual use, but it did confirm that my worldly knowledge and efforts could transform into mundane skills. A bit of training and Uber would be grovelling at my feet.

After I was done stroking my ego looking at my skills, I got ready to go to the market, the fridge and the kitchen were both quite bare of actual foodstuff, off I went to remedy that.

Lord's Street Market in the morning was a bustling place, lots of people, lots to observe, lots of shopping, apparently haggling was ok in the individual shops, not the departmental stores, good to know. I tried my best at bargaining, got a few measly discounts here and there, but picked up another charisma point. A bit more trial and error gave me a Negotiation skill, I started haggling with renewed gusto, within an hour, I'd leveled the skill up some and gotten some kitchen appliances at almost 30% discount! This skill thing was growing on me, I made a note to try and experiment doing various practical activities to see which developed into skills.

Once I came out of the market, I walked into a narrow side street, confirmed there were no cameras nearby, then walked into a deserted alley, and put all the bags in the inventory, they were getting cumbersome. Mental interface meant that I could manifest the inventory anywhere on my person, didn't have to be in front of me. I would make a superb thief.

Walking out of the other side of the alley, I checked the maps, the boardwalk was only about a couple kilometres from where I was. First time in the country, might as well do something touristy, I headed off towards the sea at a steady run, might as well make it a training thing.

My stamina was apparently high enough that a non-stop 2Km run didn't net me any points, I wanted to try sprinting, but it would attract eyes. The run was fine because my sweatshirt and sweatpants were passable as workout wear given the season. I got a Running skill though, which I was sure could be developed into a mover power with sufficient practice.

The boardwalk was nice, a bit more sophisticated than the average Indian beachfront (I'd gone to a lot of them while traveling with dada in a quest to conquer our hydrophobia), quite a bit more expensive too, even if I haggled here all my purchases would be overpriced. This was the first time I saw people over level 20, the security guards dotting the place all over sure looked the part. Observing them, I realized from the descriptions that the level was because of the fact that they were all armed with batons and tasers, some had knives too. So the levels I saw were sort of a threat assessment and not a general measure of their stats, because these guys only had above average physical stats and mostly average or below average mental stats. In simple words they were hired goons, and some of them with pretty nasty habits, descriptions of their favourite activities left me pretty disturbed; rape and torture being mentioned more than once. I wondered if there was any way I could get these psychos caught... aaaand I got a quest for it, with a meaty XP reward, oh well, I didn't have any ideas to act upon immediately. Would have to think upon it later.

I came upon a very neat looking cafe which was advertising some exotic teas, time for a comfort drink. I went to the counter, ordered a chrysanthemum tea and some freshly baked brownies, then sat down at a corner table, grinding Observe. So many little stories of their lives, some of them quite sad, like those two girls who were sitting near the center, they were actually quite good looking. The pretty brunette's description mentioned her whole shtick being a faked cutesy persona which she used to cling to whoever was at the top of her social circle, then using that position to string along a number of boys simultaneously. While she was nasty, the hot ginger was way worse, she actually had a sociopathic status effect which gave her a -10 wisdom debuff! Her thing was that she needed to constantly humiliate her ex-friend to feel superior, all because she was once attacked by gangers! She needed therapy, and a proper spanking (Not that kind of spanking! Mind. Gutter. Out!). Even their titles marked them as Bitch 1 and Bitch 3! The thought that I'd actually have felt attracted to these people if I didn't know their backstories was revolting.

Thankfully my expensive comfort tea arrived, I took a moment to Observe the waitress; college student, trying to make ends meet, I'd leave her a decent tip. As the waitress left my field of vision, I saw the girl standing at the counter, must've not seen her coming in. Her label had me almost choking on my drink! I Observed her immediately.

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Sarah Livsey alias Lisa Wilbourn / Tattletale
Title: Smartest Girl In The Room
Class: Inadvertent Supervillain

Level: 29

HP: 210/210
SP: 9.7K/10K (parasite Shard Points)

STR: 10
VIT: 14
DEX: 31
INT: 21 +100 = 121
WIS: 18 -10 = 8
CHA: 15

Desc: Lisa triggered with parasite powers after her brother committed suicide. She loves to show off her intelligence and hates to be called stupid. After running away from home, changing her name and living on the streets, she was forcibly recruited by Coil to form the villain group Undersiders. She is currently unhappy with her lot and looking for a way to escape Coil's clutches.

Power: Pericognition (Passive). Can deduce huge amounts of information from minimal cues, imagine Sherlock on MDT-48. Can cold-read people from microexpressions and body language, can guess passwords, can suss out secrets with minimal effort. Power-induced aggression makes her confront people with sensitive information to emotionally destabilize them.

Status Effects: Aggressive. (power induced) -10 WIS, +100 INT

The girl was still placing her order, she was around my age, very good looking, okay she was hot, the freckles and green eyes all the more adding to the effect. When I read her description I knew I'd end up involving myself with her somehow, she was the second person without an NPC tag, and a cape to boot! I was definitely going to help her out of her situation! And the tea was brilliant! I decided to buy some of it later. Focusing back on how to help Tattletale.

While I was busy concocting rescue fantasies (a tad bit hormonally induced, I'll admit in hindsight), she finished placing her order, then turned around to look for a seat. Her gaze sweeped past me, then turned back to focus on me, her eyes wide with surprise. At that exact moment Gamer's Mind slammed down on all my emotions, my thoughts cleared up and I suddenly had a much better grasp of the situation.

She was Tattletale, she was a 'Garam' supervillain, she had no idea who I was. She had power over one of the more successfully understated villain teams in the city. Coil, the shadiest most 'Thanda' supervillain in Brockton had power over her. Her MO was knowing and using secrets. She had just looked at me and was surprised.

She might have just realized that a complete stranger knows her too well.

She started walking towards me, and that grin was not friendly at all.

"Hi Aveek! May I join you?" She pulled out the chair in front of me.

I was in big trouble if this went wrong.

Gamer's Mind, let's see how good you are. I mentally grabbed the fine controls of the skill and got ready to play a game.

[x]
QUEST CREATED!

Defeat Tattletale!

Dominate Tattletale in verbal combat!

Success: 5000 XP + Increased relationship with Lisa.
Failure: She'll be your enemy! + Coil will be after you!

[ACCEPT/Y] [DECLINE/N]
 
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Interlude - Lisa

NesQuarX

Persistent Matter Construct
Interlude - 1.Lisa

December 27, 2010, Boardwalk Cafe - Brockton Bay, 12:21 PM

Lisa liked to come to this little cafe on the boardwalk at least once a week. It began as a rebellious 'fuck you' to the enforcers who once used to eye her like a piece of trash, but then grew into a habit. She really loved people watching. She'd come, sit with a vanilla latte, look at people, and let her power tell their stories. So many stories, some sad, some creepy, some horrific, some merely bittersweet. If she'd be in a good mood she might go and offer a word or two of life changing revelations to someone who needed it. It was a guilty pleasure to do a little good with her power. Being a pressganged supervillain was sometimes fun, sometimes exciting, mostly fucked up, but never happy. Once in a rare while she would even find a really happy story that would vicariously make her day. Today was not looking like one of those days.

As she swept her gaze through the tables, her power supplied snippets of stories to browse through:

Just broken up. Looking for a rebound. Dreading a rebound. Wants to...

Feeling lonely. Likes to feel lonely. Revels in feeling lonely...

Texting on phone. Texting about last night. Texting about...

Discussing school. Discussing torture in school. Planning a humiliating prank. Planning to...

Discussing prank. Finds prank revolting. Glad it's not her. Finds prank deliciously revolting...

Finds her luscious. Thinking about her. Imagining her. Imagining her n...

Eating slowly. Hasn't eaten in two days. Eating slowly because doesn't have money to...

Mindful of self. Mindful of own trench-coat. Wearing nothing un...

Can't decide what to order. Can't decide whether to order. Can't decide...

Trying to hide face. Trying to hide bruise. Bruise from wife. Wife found out he was...

Loves the smell of tea. Finds her attractive. Knows her. Wants to help her. Wants to buy some of this tea...

Finds this place pretentious. Wants to be pretentious. Wants to fit in...


Wait, what? She looked back to the sweatshirt guy in the corner. He was looking at her.

Looking at her. Knows her. Wants to help her. Knows about her situation. Knows a lot about her. Knows about all her...

What the fuck?

Does not know anything. No discernible intentions. No discernible emotions. Emotions being suppressed. Body language neutral. No discernible external tells.

What just happened? Who was this guy?

She started walking towards him. Intimidating grin #4 plastered on her face. While pushing her power to high gear on the identity of this person.

Not from around here. South Asian. Indian. Came from India recently. Immigrated from India recently. Facial features somewhat familiar. Facial features bear resemblance to Dave SenGupta. Related to Dave SenGupta.

That name sounded familiar. Oh, she remembered coming across the name while leafing through Fortress Construction's new hires. Fortress had some possible shady ties to Coil's funding that she was trying to track paper trails of. But it was exceedingly hard since the last few weeks, it seemed that all trails were simply vanishing into legit ends. So she had been going through their personnel to check for fake employees and such. She pushed her power to connect the dots.

Related to Dave SenGupta. Cousin of Dave SenGupta. Named as next of kin in hiring documents. Name and picture in immigration documents. Picture match 95%. Name: Aveek SenSharma. No other family. Orphaned at childhood. Orphaned 10 years ago.

Okay, so she had a baseline of who he was. She was almost at the table, he was still looking at her with a completely neutral expression. How did he know her?

Did not know her when she came in. Did know her when she was ordering. Knew a lot when she looked at him. Does not know anything. Conscious body language suppressed. Subconscious...

This was going nowhere, she hated her power when it started going in circles. She gave another push, was he a thinker? How did he have so much emotional control? He was harder to read than Alec!

Human. Not thinker. Not a parahuman. Human. Not a parahu...

Okay okay, going in circles again, she knew if she pushed it too much now she'd get a headache. One last push. If he was human, if he was like Alec, what kind of trauma makes someone so emotionally deadened?

Traumatic experience in past. Orphaned 10 years ago. Orphaned in India 10 years ago. Orphaned in Hyderabad Leviathan attack 10 years ago. Saw Leviathan from up close. Saw Leviathan from less than 20 metres away. Saw Leviathan approach...

A mild headache was already starting to build. She forcefully clamped down on her power, grateful that she'd already ordered her coffee. It'd help. She still had no idea what the guy knew. She pulled out the chair in front of him. Face still stuck in rictus grin. She opened with a curveball.

"Hi Aveek. May I join you?"

His face morphed into a bland smile. Her power supplied that it was emotionless.

"Of Course. Do I know you?"

Ah, so he was doing that routine was he? Two can play at that game.

"Don't you?" She sat down.

"You did seem familiar. But I guess I don't. How do you know me?" His words were clearly enunciated, neutral in tonality. No emotions. No inflections. Neutral North Indian Accent. Her power supplied. She clamped down on it harder, a headache would be a bad at this point.

"Oh, I was one of the people who processed your cousin's transfer paperwork at Fortress." She wanted to see if her lie would be caught. He blinks, waits, smile widens. Still fake smile. Trying to fake emotions. Trying to appear normal. Okay, that's a lot like Alec.

"I see, you're Dave's colleague?" Knows she's not a Fortress Employee. Dammit, he was just playing along! Time to try another bait.

"No. I'm a freelancer. I do analytics for many companies, Fortress is just one of my recent ones. Has he mentioned me? Is that how you know me?" Key to lying with a straight face, don't try to tell direct untruths.

"No, I would remember if he did. I don't think I know you." Cares deeply for Dave. Trusts Dave. Doesn't know anything. Half truth. Technical truth. Doesn't know anything. Doesn't feel anything. Emotio... Okay, enough is enough. Her coffee arrived, she took it, took a sip, he was waiting patiently. She kept her eyes on him, looking for any clue. Took another deep sip. She was getting tired of her power going in circles, but she had faced this before. If you can't breach a wall, go over it. She pushed her power, he may not know anything now that his whole emotional structure is a blank. But what did he know when he saw her?

Knew her. Knew about her. Knew about her power. Knew about her identities. Knew about her team. Knew about her Boss. Knew about her past. Knew about Reggie. Knew about her recruitment. Wanted to help her. Wanted to get her out of Coil's grasp. Wanted to befriend her.

There! Her power may be futzing about him now, but it wasn't then. He must have powers, such ridiculous emotional blanking is not human! Why did he want to help? How could he know? Was he a trump?

Not trump. Not Parahuman. Is human. Not parahuman. Human. Does not have parahuman powers. May have ability to blank emotions. May have other a̳͟b҉i̥͎̻͓̭͓̘l̬͕̘̙̓ͫͨ̓̓̈́i̻̊ͤͯ͆ͭͣť̖ͨ̓͐͌͘ī̖͂e̹̠͍ͮ̅̆͐̇͗ͬs̞͉̐. Wanted to help. Wanted to help because he knew of her situation. Wanted to help because he did not like her being pressganged into villainy. Knew about her when he looked at her. Knew using a̮̝̻̝͘b̏́̊҉i̧͕͖̙̱̼̮͚̒ͤl̻̤̩̠͗͛̊ͨ͢i͒ͭ̉͂̀ͯ̚t̥̤͑̀ȋ̩̱ͤ͌̏̿͛͞ȩ̥̜̬̥̞̟ͣ͆̌s̢̪̱͇̊. Knew using u̐ͩ͌͏̺̙̗̟̜͎n͎͙̲͎̗̳̗̿̓͂k͏̪͔͙̯͓̥͙n̛͎͍͔̺̠͖̘̋̇͗̈̚ö͚̯̪̫͔̖͡w̠͔̪̺ͧn̹̭ ͪ̄̍̎ͪa̺̜̿ͦ͆̚ḇ̈ͮ͊̆ͮ͞i̭͇͇͌ͤͅľ͎͇̮̣͔̞̀̐ͯͅȋ̫̘̘̬̯͗͐͂̑ͪ̓ṫ̙̙̦̎̚ḯ̒e̼̤͉͈͐̊̃̍̉ṣ͔̘̻͓͉̼͐́. Has no parahuman power. Is Human. Not parahuman. Human...

And the futzing was back, with side helping of spikes of headache. Ouch. She rubbed her temples, he was still sitting all zen with a vacant face. Then he leaned forward with fake concern.

"Are you alright Sarah?" She reeled as if slapped! How dare he!

"Don't call me that!" She hissed. "Listen Aveek, or whoever you are, enough of this game! I know you know things, I want to know how, you're not a cape. Psychics don't exit, however much I claim to be one. I want to know exactly what you know and how you know! What abilities do you have? How have you used them on me? You will tell me! You wouldn't want anything to happen to Dave don't you? He's all you have after Leviathan took away everything else! You don't know what I can do!"

She was furious! How dare he! She could destroy him with a few well placed words!

"Calm down Lisa." Again that enunciated fucking monotone. That mirthless. fucking. smile.

He was fucking toying with her! She was too enraged to even try to use her powers. Fuck! She had lost her cool! Damn! This must be how it feels to be Tattletale'd. Lesson learned. She closed her eyes and started taking deep breaths. She didn't dare speak, too afraid that her voice would break and the game would be forfeit.

"While I do know exactly what you can do. You have no idea yet, of what I can do." His smile sobered a twitch, but this time with real emotion in his face. What did that mean? Her power gushed in reply.

Anger. Concern. Pity. Hope. Sadness. Resignation. Knows what she can do. Knows he's immune to it. Immune to words and emotions. Not worried about Dave. Believes he can retaliate if needed. Does not wish to. Wants to help. Can destroy her. Can destroy her right now. Can destroy her in many ways. Does not wish to. Wants to help. Can ruin her life...

Shitshitshitshit! She'd lost her cool, misfired all her weapons, and apparently tried to poke a hornet's nest with with a broken finger. It hurt like a bitch, but it failed. And she was glad it failed. This felt far more dangerous than her recruitment. Her cool had given her the finger and gone for a vacation. She sat stock still in terror. Her face drained of all blood, her hands up in a placating gesture.

"Please," she almost whimpered, "I just need to know." Her voice reeked of desperation "You really want to help?" She choked back a sob.

His smile returned. His emotions gone again. "Yes. Trust me." He began to pour another cup of tea.

She nodded meekly this time, then shook her head, "I can't. Not with your mind all blank like that."

He nodded. "Understandable. Let me propose a fair exchange, you answer some of my questions, and I'll answer yours. Then I'll ease up on the... mind blank. And we can have a civilized conversation, no games. Okay?"

She took a few more deep breaths, composed herself, and nodded.

"Great, firstly, please finish your coffee, would you like another?" She shook her head, gulped the rest of the latte, massaged her head a bit more. And generally calmed down.

"Now, Tell me all about Coil that you've found out."
 
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drvash

web turtle
To scan for thinker powers, he'd have to be in extended contact with the thinker who needs to stay immobile while he scans their corona. The mechanism is already advertised in the new prelude post, check out the thread. (in my sig)
Possible scene:
Taylor: (walks into room and sees Aveek touching Tattletale)
Aveek: :eek: “THIS ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!!”
Tattletale: :naughty:He’s studying my body.” <3
Aveek: :eek: “TRUE BUT MISLEADING STATEMENT!!!”

Technically, Bitch as a Thinker with a superhuman understanding of canines and not a Master, so Aveek trying to scan Bitch’s ability to empower dogs might also cause him to gain skill points in ‘Dog Trainer’ or ‘Beastmaster’. As a side bonus, it’d help him socially interact with Bitch.

Judas: “Bark!”
Aveek: “How rude.”
creating the Mana-Computer Interface skill is one of my best achievements till date
Very cool idea.
he thought my armor and constructs were tinkertech (the recording+statement mail would further support that)
It’d be clever if Aveek offered to talk shop with Kid Win as an excuse to touch the Ward while he’s thinking about inventions. If Aveek tells Kid Win that his specialty is modular equipment, he’d be too distracted to notice Aveek brushing up against his shoulder or whatever.

Bonus points if Kid Win mistakenly thinks Aveek is gay and flirting with him.
he will need to stick to human level healing, until he manages to scan some brute bodies, or manages to scan Amy's shard through her corona, or just levels up his biology skills through rigorous study and scanning all kinds of lifeforms
It can be tough for rogues and villains to get proper medical attention, so Tattletale might advertise Aveek’s services. A skilled, reliable doctor is a very viable commodity.
 

NesQuarX

Persistent Matter Construct
Possible scene:
Taylor: (walks into room and sees Aveek touching Tattletale)
Aveek: :eek: “THIS ISN’T WHAT IT LOOKS LIKE!!!”
Tattletale: :naughty:He’s studying my body.” <3
Aveek: :eek: “TRUE BUT MISLEADING STATEMENT!!!”
Ha! Though this would be more likely with Danny walking in on Aveek touching Taylor while she glows blue. Because he'll get to scan Taylor much before Lisa according to planned storyline.

Technically, Bitch as a Thinker with a superhuman understanding of canines and not a Master, so Aveek trying to scan Bitch’s ability to empower dogs might also cause him to gain skill points in ‘Dog Trainer’ or ‘Beastmaster’. As a side bonus, it’d help him socially interact with Bitch.

Judas: “Bark!”
Aveek: “How rude.”
Yes, good idea.

It’d be clever if Aveek offered to talk shop with Kid Win as an excuse to touch the Ward while he’s thinking about inventions. If Aveek tells Kid Win that his specialty is modular equipment, he’d be too distracted to notice Aveek brushing up against his shoulder or whatever.

Bonus points if Kid Win mistakenly thinks Aveek is gay and flirting with him.
Sadly, Kid Win would need to sit still for a while (not characteristic of him) and he'll be glowing blue.

It can be tough for rogues and villains to get proper medical attention, so Tattletale might advertise Aveek’s services. A skilled, reliable doctor is a very viable commodity.
Quite possible.
 

gaouw

Just a very bored person.
Nice. Me like this iteration of The Gamer.

And the interaction with Tattletale is so delicious.

Can't wait for the next chapter.
 

AXCN

Live To Read
Pretty sure it's Occam's razor. Then again I don't have much experience with Sherlock Trivia. :/

Otherwise this fic is going good so far, no too rushed in it's storytelling or containing bad grammar. In fact this is probably one of the best Gamer/Worm fics out there so far.
 
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Pretty sure it's Occam's razor. Then again I don't have much experience with Sherlock Trivia. :/

Otherwise this fic is going good so far, no too ruched in it's storytelling or containing bad grammar. In fact this is probably one of the best Gamer/Worm fics out there so far.
This was deliberate mistake because of cultural misunderstanding. Its then quoted from the original source material. which was Sherlock Holmes.
 

DeAD Scholar

I am Prologue & Epilogue the Preview & Post-credit
Watched immediately, hopefully it can fill the gamer boy advance shaped hole in my heart. Loving it so far, very few stories go with an in universe explanation for the Gamer being there, those that do tend to be the best. Sign of deep thought on the topic.

Edit: Need to learn to proof read on a tablet.
 
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Beyogi

Are you sure?
Interesting story so far. I'm curious why Aveek hasn't fed his brother the plot armour apple yet. I hope that's not a death flag.
 
Pretty sure it's Occam's razor. Then again I don't have much experience with Sherlock Trivia. :/
See below

This was deliberate mistake because of cultural misunderstanding. Its then quoted from the original source material. which was Sherlock Holmes.
It wasn't a mistake, they're two fundamentally different approaches. Occam's is that given two possible explanations, you should pick the one that is likeliest. Often when applied, especially by those with only passing familiarity with logic, Occam's razor ends up choosing an explanation that fits most but not all of the data, but the explanation itself doesn't feel too unlikely.

Sherlock's is that you should pick an (or sometimes the) explanation that best fits all of the observed data, even if that explanation is incredibly unlikely. It's common failing is in assuming that the observed data really means what you think it does, and placing a relatively high importance on personal observations rather than general/institutional knowledge.
 

NesQuarX

Persistent Matter Construct
See below



It wasn't a mistake, they're two fundamentally different approaches. Occam's is that given two possible explanations, you should pick the one that is likeliest. Often when applied, especially by those with only passing familiarity with logic, Occam's razor ends up choosing an explanation that fits most but not all of the data, but the explanation itself doesn't feel too unlikely.

Sherlock's is that you should pick an (or sometimes the) explanation that best fits all of the observed data, even if that explanation is incredibly unlikely. It's common failing is in assuming that the observed data really means what you think it does, and placing a relatively high importance on personal observations rather than general/institutional knowledge.
Precisely; with in-universe institutional knowledge basically amounting to 'powers be bullshit' and 'there is a man who turns into a dragon, your argument is invalid' - Aveek chose Sherlock instead of Occam.
 
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Is the blue text visible? I'll change the white to that then.

And some feedback on the style if you please, chapters 4,5,6,7 are very different in style and I'm mostly decided on an amalgam of them going forward. Let me know what you think of it.
The blue text is visible.

Using the quote boxes for the Gamer boxes worked reasonably well. Design was tasteful enough that it didn't feel like a real annoyance. Nice that they eventually went away, though.

The writing has issues with run-on sentences, where you just add a comma and keep writing, rather than creating a new sentence when it's appropriate. There were a couple instances of it happening in chapter two, but chapter three and on was almost constant; painfully bad, and desperately in need of editing.

Several instances of dialog where you don't close the quotes properly. If you have [he said] or similar after the quoted portion, the quote needs to end with a comma rather than a period, because it's not the end of the sentence. Example:

["Please do," he said.] - Entire sentence. Only one period. 'he' is not capitalized.

today morning -> this morning
illusive -> elusive

Chapter 4: No comment about the failure condition of Taylor's quest?

Chapter 6: Wis to 20, not Int. Also, despairing that you'd use rational fiction as a means to raise Wis.

peek tweak -> tweak

Lisa introduction: Just a feeling that I'm not entirely comfortable with having her as his first cape contact. It's such a common element in SI-type stories, particularly Gamer type, that it feels overdone before you've even started. In addition, the Gamer Mind is defined as blocking Master/Stranger and negative mental effects. It should not be able to shut down Lisa's power. (edit: Not in the manner described, anyway; and yes, Lisa worked around it, but it feels more like an author limitation than a proper Lisa limitation.)
 
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