“Good to hear that. All that said, I have asked your teachers to make special arrangements, reducing expectations toward your homework, provided you are not struggling in any subjects. The Wards program will also provide tutors should you need them.”
Sounds good.
“Okay, cool.”
“You’ll have time to get into the swing of things without worrying about school, as the high schools are all currently shut down for repairs and to allow time for thorough investigation of the premises. When the schools are open, we’ll have you take three courses and attend first year classes on parahumans at the University, if that suits you?”
It’s clear they’ve got this all planned out.
“Perfect.”
“You’ll be living in a private room in the Wards headquarters, and you’ll have a monthly allowance of four hundred dollars in addition to the money put into your trust account by the program.
Not bad!
We expect you’ll spend this allowance on necessities, such as food and clothing. You do still eat, yes?”
“Yes,” he answered her, bending the truth. While he did eat, it was a negligible amount.
I can’t help but think of the Iron Giant, which naturally makes me imagine Weld eating scrap metal.
As he saw it, there was no real harm done if he pocketed some of that extra money and said he spent it on food. Given that his tongue was made of an alloy and the pleasures of food were a shadow of what they should be, it was only fair that he enjoy himself in some other way.
Yeah, that’s fair.
Man, imagine if Wildbow had decided to make Weld a skilled liar. He could’ve said his tongue was made of silver.
He knew that some staff back in Boston had caught on, but they hadn’t said anything. Director Piggot here gave him the vibe that maybe she wouldn’t be so cool with it. He’d be more careful until he knew for sure.
Yeeah, Piggot doesn’t stand for unregulatory bullshit.
“Your quarters have been checked and double checked, so there is no exposed metal, no screws, nails, frames or pegs.”
It really does sound like his power involves absorbing metal on touch.