I pressed the communicator button and spoke, “Skitter.”
My name appeared on the display, with a yes and no display in the corners over the respective buttons. I confirmed it.
I feel sorry for any capes in the room with a Scottish accent. I mean, sure, Dragon is extremely skilled, but some things never change.
Legend was still organizing the groups. “-forcefields, telekinesis, whatever your power, if you can interrupt Leviathan’s movements or help reduce the impacts of the waves, you’re the backup defense! Bastion will direct you!”
Regent, you’re up.
If there isn’t a group for messing with his senses, I guess obscuring his vision could count as falling under this? Probably not, though.
I was also all too aware that the size of the group that was still sitting was dwindling, and I had no place to go.
“Movers! We need fliers, teleporters, runners! You’ll be responding to pings! Rescue the fallen, get them to emergency care, assist any others where needed! Myrddin will give you your orders!
I’m sure you’ll find somewhere to be. If nothing else, parahuman abilities are so varied that there has to be a misc group.
Meanwhile, Taylor can be Twilight Sparkle for a moment:
Leviathan wrap-up, Leviathan wrap-up
Let’s finish our all-alive cheer
Leviathan wrap-up, Leviathan wrap-up
‘Cause tomorrow we’re not here
‘Cause tomorrow we’re not here
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