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“After, Crawler!”  Jack shouted, “You can fight him another time!  Group meeting!” 

Crawler hesitated, then loped over to their gathered circle.  Burnscar lobbed a fireball high over their heads, and then dropped down from the airborne projectile to land in a crouch.

Heh, that’s a nice way to do it without setting fire to the ground around her allies.

Somewhere in the background, there were the screams and explosions of the fourth or fifth cycle of Bonesaw’s work.  Of the crowd that had been gathered in the street, only stragglers remained.

These people are pretty damn deadly.

“I wanted to give you all a chance to cut loose before we got down to business,” Jack said.  “It seems a teammate of two of our prospective members wants or wanted to strike a deal.  Cherish, do you happen to know if she is still alive?”

“Y’know, just so I don’t have to say stuff like ‘wants or wanted’ all the time.”

“Tattletale lives.  She’s very close to the buried girl right now.”

Oh, so they took her to Coil’s base, then. Seems reasonable.

“Oh, you hear that, Crawler?  Your candidate and this Tattletale might be friends.”

“No,” Cherish said, avoiding eye contact with anyone in the group, “They barely know each other.”

It’s a small world.

Siberian watched as the boy ran, then turned as if she intended to give chase.

“No,” Jack instructed.  “Let him go.  We need to leave some alive.”

To tell the tale?

He had other motivations, but he would remain quiet on that particular subject.

…hm, interesting. Got something planned for Scrub like with Purity/Theo?

Crawler’s brain grew back to its full beach-ball size in one or two seconds, followed closely after by the healing of the skull, the reappearance of his facial muscles, then his skin, hair, spines, scale and armor plating, roughly in that order.

If he were fighting Taylor in addition to Scrub, he’d probably have a bunch of bugs buzzing around inside his head now.

He shook his head like a dog with water in its ears and looked around, searching for his quarry.

Hehe, I like how he’s literally shaking off having his face and half his brain removed from existence.

We didn’t even need Greenfire this time!

Mannequin pointed the blade in his hand at Shatterbird, a threat and a warning.  Jack tensed, studying Shatterbird’s expression, waiting to see if this would start something.

Does that sound entertaining to you, Jack?

“A loss is allowable,” Jack said, when the fight didn’t erupt.  “Most of us are more forgiving than Siberian, and allow a failure or two from our candidates during the rounds of testing, no?  It’s okay to let them win from time to time.

But this wasn’t one of the candidates.

It gives them that spark of hope, so we can snatch it away and leave them all the more devastated.”

Right, of course Funtimes McEdgehog would be the type to think like this.

He looked at Shatterbird and she inclined her head in a barely perceptible nod.

“Which raises an interesting topic,” Jack said.  He spotted Siberian and indicated for her to approach.  Two corpses were stacked on her arm like meat on a kebab, and she cast them aside with a motion of her arm before approaching their circle.

The involvement of food in this description is probably not an accident.

Crawler was one of the two group members who had yet to rejoin the group.  He was engaged with a young man with a glow that suffused his hair and emanated from his eyes and mouth.

Is that Scrub? I seem to recall something like this from Infestation, but I think I just assumed it was because his power was going haywire.

White flashes appeared with little accuracy and devastating effect, carving spherical chunks out of the brute.

Yep, that would be him.

I’m sure Crawler loves this – it’s a power he’s unlikely to be immune to, and which adds lots of space for new body parts to grow from.

This only encouraged the monster, and Crawler eagerly paced closer, his wounds closing together with a startling rapidity.  So few things could hurt Crawler these days that Jack rarely got to see the regeneration in full effect.

Yep, he loves this. Let’s see what he gets!

Crawler’s healing powers appeared to play out in fast-forward when compared to even the regenerators who could heal wounds in seconds.  Hundreds of pounds of flesh were replaced in one or two heartbeats.

Damn!

One eruption of light hit Crawler in the dead center of his chest.  It made him pause, no doubt removing one of his hearts and some of his spinal cord.

Crawler is kind of like Aegis but without the looks and way more deadly.

The boy with the glowing hair pushed his power into overdrive, calling forth a series of flashes that exploded in close succession.

Oh neat, so that’s a thing he can just choose to do now.

One caught Crawler in the face, revealing only a cross-section of his head, complete with a bisected brain, a skull six inches thick and the interior of Crawler’s mouth.  Crawler collapsed.

Ooh… how long until he gets back up?

I mean, there’s no way that’s gonna kill him. After all this buildup and with the nomination plot ongoing, having Crawler just unceremoniously die to Scrub, within the first chapter we actually see him in no less, wouldn’t fly.

Shatterbird landed in their midst.  Behind her, a swell of orange light from Burnscar’s flames coincided with a peak in the crowd’s screams.

Coincidence? I think not.

Mush’s titanic form of sand and debris had ignited, and he flailed madly.  Shatterbird ignored the chaos that her teammate was causing, studied Mannequin and then spoke in a voice that was dripping with judgement, “Mannequin failed.”

Well, there goes Mush.

Shatterbird’s power is awesome, easily one of my favorite, but I’m not really a fan of her personality. Bit of a bitch, honestly. She got fifth place when I ranked the S9 after Arc 11½, but that was massively helped out by her power and the fact that we knew very little about the three below her; on a personality scale she’d get seventh at best (over Crawler, whose personality is still almost a total mystery).

“It’s a shame you can’t see the disapproving look on Shatterbird’s face, Alan,” Jack commented, smiling.

No sense of vision confirmed.

Why is Jack calling him by his old name? Is it just a way to humiliate him further? Not cool, bro.

Bonesaw was already skipping over to the rest of their group, grinning wide, “Mannequin!  Aww!  Did the villain break you?  Poor baby.  Like a little girl with a ken doll.”

I mean… I did give 12.7 the chapter “Playing With Dolls”. :p

A blade sprung from Mannequin’s remaining hand.  Bonesaw tittered.

I think he might be a teensy bit annoyed about it.

Behind the child tinker, those in the crowd who had been struck by the blood and flying bone of her first victim were starting to scream as their bodies swelled as well. 

Oh cod, it’s contagious!

Jack frowned.  “Bonesaw.  You know my rule about epidemics.  You have to play fair with the rest of the group.”

“Leave some toys for us!”

“No epidemic!  I promise!”  She said, drawing a little ‘x’ over her heart, “Four or five cycles.  No more.  Each transition is going to have only about half the catalyst of the last, and eventually they’ll be able to fight it off.”

Fair enough.

Jack watched as someone drew a gun and pointed it at Crawler, then reconsidered.

Yeeah, that’s just gonna get you killed faster, pal.

He turned it toward Bonesaw, and found himself face to face with Hack Job.  He was cut down a moment later.

At least he tried?

Hack Job exploded in a puff of white dust, already having left to dispatch more gunmen that might harm Jack or his maker.

That’s a pretty good way to put him to use.

Another figure appeared next to Jack and Cherish.  Jack assumed it was Hack Job until he turned his head.

…hm? Who else can teleport around here?

Burnscar?

Other than her, I can’t really think of any (well, there’s Trickster, but he’s different), so I suppose the alternative is PRT reinforcements from out of town, like in Extermination. Burnscar seems like a much more likely option.

“Oh hoh,” Jack assessed the man.  “What happened here?”

Hm, apparently not.

Mannequin stood, headless, streaked in paint and dust that marred his white body with dark colors.  His right arm ended at the elbow, the remainder missing.

Oh! Hi there. I guess I was wrong to assume the figure appeared via teleportation because of Jack’s assumption that it was Hack Job.

See, Jack? That’s what happens when you assume: You make an ass out of you and me. :p

Crawler threw himself into the point where the crowd was thickest.  Bodies flew as he moved on his two rearmost legs and swept the other four claws and two tentacles through the ranks of the Merchants.

Got a lot of limbs to keep track of.

When everyone within his broad reach was dead or suffocating from the paralytic venom, he turned toward the wrecked aircraft and began advancing with a more measured pace.

So the venom’s paralytic, too. That’s… kind of ironic, honestly, considering that injecting substances and being stuck in one position for a while is kind of what they came her for.

Each of the hundred eyes along the length of his body blinked to clear away the blood and dust that had spattered him in his all-too-brief spree.

Oh. Oh jeez, so that’s what the orbs were.

…I kinda love it.

It does make sense as a defensive measure, too – more eyes in weird positions means more angles he can see. It’s going to be hard to attack from a direction he can’t see you coming from.

“We’ll deal with your punishment at a later date.  Bonesaw is working on something.”

…oh boy.

Cherish’s eyes widened.  “I knew she was… I read her emotions towards me… I knew she was thinking about something.  But hearing you say it out loud.  Oh god.”

Giddiness, perhaps?

But yeah, that’s not something you want to hear.

“Rest assured, Cherie Vasil, you dropped out of reach of God a long, long time ago.” Jack smiled at her.

Heh.

She turned away, looking over the scene, as if it could distract her from her thoughts and fears.

I mean, if she wants to, it’s worth noting that besides Siberian, Cherish is the member with the best shot at fleeing. If anyone else were to flee, the team would get Cherish to track them, but they can’t exactly do that if Cherish herself is the one on the run. But then again, Siberian isn’t so bad at the hunt either.

Bereft of a pilot and working internal mechanisms, the aircraft crashed heavily in the midst of the crowd.  The Merchants who had gathered in the street for Skidmark’s festival of poison scattered, abandoning their fallen friends, trying to find an escape route or hiding place.  The screams of panic were twice the volume of any cheering they’d done earlier.

I think it’s safe to say that after this, the Merchants aren’t going to be much of a thing anymore, unless one of the higher-ups survives and restabilizes things. Which isn’t going to be easy.

Siberian hopped up to the highest point of the wrecked aircraft, the twisted remains of a propeller that should not have borne her weight.  Her hair blew in the hot air that rose from the heap of burning metal.

Can she decide not to be affected by gravity at all?

She glanced around to see where she might do the most damage, spat out a gobbet of meat and then leaped off to one side, out of sight.  The propeller didn’t even move.

Hmm.

Maybe the propeller is affected by the same thing that protected the other Slaughterhouse members on their ride – an ability to spread her power to things and people she’s touching. In this case, making the propeller just as resistant to forces as she is until after she’s jumped off it.

“Are you going to partake?” Jack asked Cherish.

She doesn’t seem to be in the mood for it.

“Why are you still talking like I’m a member of this team?  I tried to manipulate all of you, and I failed.”

Ah, she doesn’t get it yet. Jack doesn’t give a shit. Hell, might even like it. That kind of chaotic behavior is right up his alley.

A couple of the others (Siberian, for instance) seem to be giving her a hard time, but to what extent that is because of the betrayal is unclear.