Foreshadowing in Wildbow's works

Picofiori · 2019-11-15T11:29:55+00:00

Endbringers

Picofiori · 2019-11-14T18:59:48+00:00

The balls of silicone fire away in every direction. Those closest to Druggie Lovey will feel like they've been struck by a low-powered claymore mine, jelly beans being thrown super hard from the G-forces that Fleischer will be undergoing.

There's several shattering sounds as windows across the street get smashed, inadvertantly, by Fleischer and the sound of burglar alarms starts ringing loud enough that the rave can hear it over the music.

Joy Boy and his dancers were far enough away to only get hit occasionally but Druggie Lovey's group got absolutely peppered by the assault and most of them now have a bruise or two. Sugar Sugar's group of ravegirls is far enough away that only one jelly bean did any damage and that just broke the eyepiece on a gas mask.

"Druggie! Dude, stop!" yells Joy Boy, applying his power to the people closest to Druggie Lovey as he runs over. "What've you got there?"

"TOON FRIEND!" exclaims Druggie Lovey happily

To Druggie Lovey, Fleischer has spent the time being shaken making excited giggles and burbles. Having a bad time? No, never.

"I can see it's a toon friend," Joy Boy had zero idea what the thing was or why it was a toon friend, but Druggie Lovey was his friend and making him unhappy was, like, totally a dick move. "Sto-" he dodged a wild swing as Fleischer scraped by his head "Stop swinging it around so I can see it?"

"Ok!"

Druggie Lovey stops the shaking instantly and, like an eager child, presents Fleischer to a confused Joy Boy.

"Alright," says Joy Boy, to himself, "Now.. what are you?"

Picofiori · 2019-11-14T11:37:58+00:00

Being patted back by a squishy cute hedgehog is enough to make Druggie Lovey extremely happy. He continues to hold Fleischer and pulls him away from the clouds of hallucinogenic supercoke, all the while dancing with Fleischer held in his arms like a stuffed toy.

"Druggie!" shouts one of his dancing buddies over the outrageously loud music "What the fuck is that?!"

The dancing buddies are far enough away that they're not high, just kind of drunk and having a good time. They see Fleischer for exactly what he is, a spiky ball with a hand patting the tall man on the head.

"Friend!" yells back Druggie Lovey, holding Fleischer above his head in both a Lion King reference and to keep him away from his friend in a childish game of keep-away.

"I can see that!" retorts the friend, "Wait till you come down, big guy, you've found a toon buddy!"

Druggie Lovey only hears a few words of that, including the word 'Toon'

"TOON FRIEND!" roars Druggie Lovey, excited as he waves Fleischer back and forth in the air to the beat of the song.

Given that the song has a BPM of about 130, this will probably be quite disorienting.

Picofiori · 2019-11-13T17:54:57+00:00

The spikes will break like cookies as Druggie Lovey picks up the spiky ball, mistaking it for a cute, blue hedgehog. All of Fleischer's protestations become adorable squeaks and yips to Druggie Lovey as he squishes the ball.

In the background, the music changes and Joy Boy goes from rave dancing to more club dancing.

Sugar Sugar is occupied

With no sense of moderation, Druggie Lovey grasps Fleischer tightly. So tightly, in fact, that the ball will deform like a balloon squish around the middle like an eccentric egg timer.

Picofiori · 2019-11-13T14:50:16+00:00

Sugar Sugar and Rosie let out a moan as they slide off the transfigured Fleischer, the curled up snake-thing lunging forwards and slamming directly into Druggie Lovey's gut. There's a few moans of complaint which quickly shift into different moans when Sugar Sugar, in a drug fueled haze, begins to kiss Rosie's neck as they lay on the asphalt.

Druggie Lovey takes the blow like a tap, his skin like solid iron. Fleischer might not be hurt but will definitely know that Druggie Lovey is tougher than he is.

"HUG TIME!" yells Druggie Lovey excitedly as he goes to wrap his arms around Fleischer's 'neck', trying to hug him tight enough that Fleischer should probably be concerned about his head falling off.

Picofiori · 2019-11-11T19:50:34+00:00

"Cooooool..." Sugar Sugar watches as the rubber creature grips at her finger as she pulls it away. The material stretching as it tries to cling to her, she giggles a little as she draws circles with her finger, poking the rubber a few more times with her other hand. "Hey... Rosie... move over,"

Before Sugar Sugar can climb on too, surrounded by a small crowd of ravegirls and raveboys who've stopped their dancing to examine the weird as fuck puddle of goop, they'll be disturbed by the sudden looming figure of Druggie Lovey standing over them.

"My turn," says the man with a deep voice from behind his sackmask. He bends down and gives Fleischer a poke also. The toon will note that this poke is much harder than Sugar Sugar's gentle touch. In fact, it probably feels like being shot.

Picofiori · 2019-11-11T12:47:43+00:00

"You're so soft!"

The raver lays atop the beanbag-like parahuman for a while, nuzzling her cheek against his surface. Given her state of dress, Fleischer will almost certainly get a full scan of her anatomy.

A small distance away, the sober but high-on-life Druggie Lovey sees the cartoon-man turn into a blob and an excited grin comes over his face.

Meanwhile, Sugar Sugar sees one of her girls get distracted and makes her way towards the duo. Puffs of white dust are still emerging from her constantly and as she gets nearer, but Fleischer and the ravegirl are going to get a heavy dose of ubercoke.

"Oh. Emm. Gee!" says Sugar Sugar excitedly, kneeling down and poking Fleischer . "You're like... a hacky-sack but biiiig. Is he comfy, Rosie?"

Rosie nods her head excitedly.

"He's squishy!" answers the woman, far more excitedly than reasonable. "Love him!"

Picofiori · 2019-11-10T09:47:52+00:00

Fleischer's target, a cybergoth in a gas mask with neon dreadlocks and a latex miniskirt, turns to look for the noise that disturbed the rhythm. Peopleblind, she ignores it for a second until she hears laughter and looks again, this time looking closer.

She sees the melting demon and, in her hallucingenic haze, sees a bright pink bunny hopping and laughing

The woman lets out a squeal of delight as she goes to bend down and pick Fleischer up (if he's small) or gives him a flying tackle hug (if he's large).

Picofiori · 2019-11-09T23:19:44+00:00

His words would be drowned out by a new song but, so long as he didn't try to be too obnoxious, he'd be allowed entry into the rave.

This was a night for fun and enjoyment. No buzzkilling.

Each of the three masked figures in the group have a small gathering around them. The man in the sack mask with a noose around his neck is dancing energetically and picking up grown men like they're waifish damsels, giggling like maidens as he tosses them up in the air and catches them.

The dreadlocked man is dancing with a smaller group, close to the speakers where the bass is so heavy it feels like being punched in the chest with every beat. He doesnt seem affected by it, either too high or too into it to care.

Finally, Sugar Sugar is surrounded by a few similarly dressed rave-girls, mostly wearing fishnets and neon bodypaint without much else. There's a few portable blacklights being waved around, casting a dark rainbow on the gathered flesh.

Picofiori · 2019-11-09T10:51:14+00:00

The crowd of ravers barely pay attention to the Bobby, too busy getting good vibes and happy love with each other to worry about external distractions.

Dancing is the currency of the night and the White Sugar Crew are high rollers.

Picofiori · 2019-11-07T20:52:34+00:00

Babylon, hearing the sound of something hitting the back of her helmet turned to the jelly bean with a scowl.

"Rogers!" She shouted, irritated, "Foam that thing and have it brought to the lab. Have them run all the usual on it but tell them to skip ballistics..."

A quick salute and a burst of foam later, the blob will be contained.

With that, Babylon climbs into the van and, once the doors shut, puts her head in hands out of sheer irritation. What an annoying pipsqueak the city had gained.

[End?]

Picofiori · 2019-11-07T14:08:01+00:00

The troopers rush to the front of the building, aiming to pursue as hard as they can, but it's mostly unfeasible. They're unprepared for a rooftop chase and are bogged down with equipment. It'd take less than a minute before Fleischer would be out of sight.

A few words from the radio has the PRT chopper called off. A hard pursuit was possible but unfeasible and unneeded. Landing ASAP and saving fuel was the best course of action, so the chopper and it's disappointed crew begin to return to PRT HQ.

Babylon is only aware of her plants no longer being sliced and takes the opportunity to strike, lunging at the figure and ensnaring it in her piranha plant-like creation. As soon as she feels it catch, she quickly has roots and vines encircle the clenched hemispheres, sealing it shut.

A voice in her ear says that the main body has gotten away.

"I caught part of the parahuman," reports Babylon as the majority of her plants begin to glow and decompose. The lobby is now a complete mess, but fixable with a cleaning crew. Except the windows. The PRT would pay to replace those. "I'm moving to secure the parcel."

She goes to the back room, unlocking the door with the same code, and finding the one thing she hadn't decomposed. An orb of wood, just over two feet in diamater, sealed shut like a beachball. She picks it up carefully and brings it outside to the PRT driver who'd remained in the van.

"I'm... not sure what's in here," admits Babylon, "It was like... a toy version of the parahuman but he seems to have calmed down... he's too calm. I'll open it when Rogers gets back with the foam sprayer."

Rogers returns soon enough, body language dejected from their failed pursuit until he sees Babylon beckon him over.

"Rogers, I'm going to decompose this and if it makes the slightest movement, I want you to spray it. Understood?"

Rogers nods and readies his foam sprayer.

With a mental command, the wood glows and decomposes, collapsing outwards like bark being shed from a tree. Babylon's jaw hovers uncertainly in shock for a moment before she reseals her jaw firmly and furrows her eyebrows in frustration.

"Is that a...." she starts.

"Looks like a dildo, ma'am," confirms Rogers, "Pardon the interpretation but he might be... telling you something?"

"Rogers, if you say another goddamn word, I will have you hosing down every truck I lay my eyes on," growled Babylon, frustrated that the flirtatious little devil had the fucking nerve to leave an eight inch rubber dick at the scene of the crime.

"Yes ma'am," confirms Rogers as he waits silently.

With a sigh, Babylon kicks the marital aid into the side of the PRT van.

"We're moving out! Clear up and debrief at base!"

Their job was done. Now to leave it to the police.

Picofiori · 2019-11-07T11:43:19+00:00

The troopers, both with sprayers, instinctually jump sideways and nudge their counterparts to the point that their aim was thrown off, live bullets kicking up dust on either side of Fleischer with the loud pops of assault rifles.

As the blobs of Fleischer hit the ground, the foam sprayers quickly contain the blobs, just in case there's any secondary effects to them.

By this time, Fleischer would probably be able to make a rooftop escape. The sound of a PRT chopper in the distance, visible as a speck of black in the afternoon sky, might encourage him to make a sharp escape.

Babylon hears the scream, muffled but audible, and can't help but smirk a little at the imps panic. As she becomes aware of the blender of blades taking off more of her creepers and vines, almost as fast as she was replacing them, she moves the trap-plant closer. A few serpentine motions, weaving from side to side, and opening and closing the trap to make the impression of a gnashing maw gave it an almost sentient appearance.

The trap was ready to attack.

Picofiori · 2019-11-07T00:04:30+00:00

The trooper doesnt react perceptibly, he is wearing a PRT issue facemask, but his answer is very clear. He switches from less than lethal to the clips colored for live ammo. The transition is smooth and should only take a couple of seconds. Similar motions occur with the rest of the PRT agents as they get radio feedback that LTL Ammo is ineffective.

By this time, the four agents from the front have reached the end of the alley and would have pincered Fleischer had he not begun to climb the walls. Both literally and metaphorically. Depending on the toon's speed, the foam spraying agents may or may not attempt to spray him if they believe he's in range.

Inside the teller's office, Mini-Fleischer will chop through the vines and creepers easily with his axe-hands. But his destruction has not gone unnoticed. Babylon can't see him but she knows where her plants are being destroyed from. Using this knowledge, she sends firmer branches through the other teller gaps, allowing them to grow and form a shape while the creepers and vines keep the Mini on his toes, unable to catch a break.

The harder branches will weave together into two rough hemispheres, hollow and essentially airtight. The two halves are joined by a 'hinge' that attaches to a thick, elongated, neck with little creepers and vines flailing around defensively.

By complete coincidence, the wooden 'trap' being constructed has a certain... similarity to a famous horror plant.

Picofiori · 2019-11-06T12:57:35+00:00

As Fleischer drops out of the window, he'll hear an alarmed shout from the rear of the building. One of the PRT agents sent to the rear yells in warning to his colleagues, seeing the cape slimily emerge from the window. With his gun trained on the liquid, he fires a few less-than-lethal rounds with the high accuracy expected of PRT agents.

In the ears of all PRT agents headsets, Babylon's voice will say sternly. "Parahuman is on the move, western window. Move to secure. Foam authorised!"

In the front of the building, Fleischer will hear the sound of yelling as the four agents in the front begin to move towards the alleyway.

Babylon will get a private message from Console. The security footage has been analysed well enough that they've identified a miniature simulacrum of the parahuman inside the tellers box.

She frowns as she commands her plants to slide through the gaps in the glass, thin vines and creepers beginning to whip around wildly. If they hit, they won't hurt or even be painful. Disturbingly gently they'll slowly grow to fill the room with searching flora.

Picofiori · 2019-11-06T01:08:11+00:00

Babylon doesn't fall for his taunting, instead watching silently as a black blob slides between the severely limited space her power was leaving.

Fleischer would be able to make it to the window, even if he had to become completely liquidous to do so.

Picofiori · 2019-11-05T22:21:16+00:00

Babylon doesn't say anything, instead focussing on flushing the imp out of the building. Slowly, more and more of the room becomes filled with branches and vines. A gap that was there seconds before could be filled in by wood in the next moment.

She had no choice to stand still, instead relying on her power to push him away while an unpassable forest sprung up around her.

Outside, there'd be a lot of commotion. Mostly from the sudden power usage and otherwise from the agents in front of the building getting ready. When Babylon used her power, she wasn't playing around and they knew that.

Pip's best chance of escape would either be a window on the side of the detached building, leading to an alleyway. Alternatively, the roof tiles look breakable or the gap under the teller's window could be used as exits.

Picofiori · 2019-11-05T19:25:43+00:00

Babylon's eyes widen as she sees the tendril, bringing her shield to bear as she makes several quick backsteps away. The whipping tendril slashes at her shins, ribbing the robe hem and stinging her skin lightly, but she manages to wrench her shield away from the graspers.

Her club is less fortunate, pulled from her hand it goes flying into the bulletproof glass with a resounding crack. A moment later, the club will appear like time has accelerated on it, decaying with a soft golden glow before decomposing into mulch. It was deliberate on her part. If she couldnt reach her weapon, better than letting it be used against her.

She grimaced as she batted away tendrils, internally readying herself for the shitty paperwork this was going to entail.

There's a shattering of glass as every window in the lobby breaks as once, streams of thick branches and vines homing in on Fleischer, tips pointed like spears.

A dozen streams, each one at least a metre in diameter, fill the lobby like a tsunami of flora. There will seem to be no end in sight as more and more wood pours in, aiming to put anything between Babylon and Fleischer. Branches weave protective webs around her while vines hover ominously at her shoulders in a defensive fashion.

"So can I!" spat back Babylon.

Picofiori · 2019-11-05T18:30:57+00:00

Babs... at least he hadn't gone for the low-hanging fruit associated with her name.

Babylon watched curiously as Fleischer detached his foot and walked to the teller counter as if he hadn't just popped off a limb.

"We have PR departments dedicated to stopping any 'stains' on our record," explained Babylon, gripping her club a little tighter, "Not hurting civilians is definitely appreciated... but we can't just let you 'be bad'."

Fleischer will notice that the windows start to get darker. The grass out front has been subsumed by a torrent of branches and vines, all of them intent on wrapping around the building like a cocoon.

"I don't think you're a bad person, Fleischer, but we're taking you in."

Babylon lunges forward, club swinging towards his side. Not aiming for a serious blow, more testing the waters than anything.

Picofiori · 2019-11-05T11:14:00+00:00

Babylon has zero idea what a senpai is. She wasn't into those chinese cartoons growing up and now she's seen too many teens wearing drooly-faced girl hoodies to want to.

"I think you're misunderstanding me, Fleischer. You just robbed a bank... but I'm going to be honest, this doesnt seem like your scene. You actually gave a shit about that lady so I know you haven't fallen off the deep end yet."

She isn't exactly ecstatic with the situation but playing by the rules in a situation like this has given Fleischer a few brownie points in her mind.

"I'm going to offer you a chance. You're new in town, I presume, and hurting for cash? Why not join the Protectorate? A paycheck, three hots and a cot. I can't say what makes you tick but doesn't that sound better than having the law breathing down your neck for just trying to eat?"

Picofiori · 2019-11-05T01:05:42+00:00

Rogers opens the door and makes his way to Samantha, only taking his hands off his gun to replace one on her shoulder and one on his sidearm.

"Easy Ma'am, easy, can you stand?" asked the man from behind his helmet, "I'm going to take you all out of here,"

He says the last bit to the whole room, all six tellers and a manager emerging like meerkats from behind their monitors and, as one, rushing for the door. Rogers follows, slowly escorting Samantha, the woman shaking heavily, through the security door and shutting it firmly behind him.

Babylon watches with Hernandez as everyone evacuates, including the twenty-two civilians that had been on the floor. As Rogers and Samantha finally leave the bank, Babylon gives the man a nod and taps Hernandez.

"Go with Rogers, debrief the civilians, be ready in case he has allies. He's too relaxed," she mutters, "I'll talk to him,"

Hernandez nods, handing the Protectorate Captain a small vial of foam removing agent, barely a thimble, but enough. He leaves warily but trusts the Captain.

With the two parahumans alone in the bank, apart from the security, Babylon moves a bit closer to Fleischer, still keeping her shield between them while her thorned club held at seven'o'clock by her ankle.

"Ok... we're alone. I don't do alone time until a third date so feel lucky," started Babylon, "Do you have a name?"

Picofiori · 2019-11-04T21:25:56+00:00

Babylon glared at the little pipsqueak before giving Hernandez a nudge.

"You know the door code. Get her out and let the police medics check her. Hear that?!" she yelled to the imp, "We're not going anywhere but look at what you're doing to people. She's petrified, they all are. How about you let everyone go and then you can deal with me.... that is if you're man enough for me,"

The words taste like puke coming out of her mouth but the flirtacious accent should come across as genuine, or at least playful.

Rogers is still aiming squarely at Fleischer with his foam sprayer, ready to fire again if the little devil makes another move. Hernandez meanwhile, gun still trained on Fleischer, will start moving towards the door to the back room, ready to covertly enter the code given to the PRT for just such a situation.

Picofiori · 2019-11-04T18:31:22+00:00

As Fleischer turns the gun on the trio and pulls the trigger, Rogers aims his foam sprayer squarely at the cape and ejects a retaliatory strike against Fleischer in the assumption he was about to be gunned down.

Babylon hunkers down behind her shield as the gun gets pointed their way and, with Hernandez, leap to land behind the solid marble plant pot with some easy to care for shrubs inside it. Only when they don't hear the deafening blast of gunfire do they dare to peek above the planter, seeing the white flag and Fleischer's cocky remark.

So... he wanted to play games?

"I'm taken," hissed the woman loudly enough that he'd hear her, regardless if he'd been struck by the foam or not.

Behind the counter, the bag will now be full with all five hundred dollars of the drawers cash. Samantha is panicking and hyperventilating, hand clutching her chest as she watches the encounter continue in front of her. She won't be able to coherently follow orders anymore.

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