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Hey, look what day it is! Happy anniversary! That’s right – I’ve been doing this for a year now. Fifty-two cod damn weeks. I’ve had loads of fun along the way, and I hope you have too! Thank you all for joining me on this ride so far, thanks to Sharks for introducing me to […]
SKITTLETALE
Mmm, chocolate. I like it.
post 169856550749 is labeled 10.5 instead of 10.6
I fixed that during the liveblog (I noticed that I was catching myself almost tagging things as 10.5 a little too often, and went back to see if there were any times I hadn’t caught myself), but thank you nonetheless!
Jack’s in the overlap between Shaker and Blaster, like Weld is between Brute and Changer. The PRT used to call people like Jack Nukers before that category was folded into the other two.
Huh, nice. So a Nuker would be like a Blaster but with the ability to attack a large area at once, I suppose?
“Also, judging by the colors, it seems we’re going for a Siberian husky rather than a Siberian cat.” Or Siberian Tiger, although the white ones are actually Bengal Tigers or Siberian/Bengal Tiger mixes.
Krix, the Siberian’s name is probably a reference to siberian tigers, since she has stripes
Wildbow was referring at Siberian tiger when he described Siberian. Just google it.
Ah, yeah, that makes a lot more sense.
The only Siberian I could think of at the time was the Siberian housecat. Siberian huskies I had to be reminded of by Google’s autocomplete suggestions, and Siberian tigers completely slipped my mind.
End of Parasite 10.6
Holy shit.
That’s the phrase I associate with this chapter, because it had two real holy shit moments: Vicious!Taylor making an appearance with what she said to Bitch (seriously, I was expecting Taylor to have some choice words for her, but I wasn’t expecting that), and Dinah telling us the end of the human species is on the way.
And as if that wasn’t enough, we also got a brief fight with Miss Militia, a rundown of the Slaughterhouse Nine, and Taylor trying to get Dinah released down the line. All in all a very content-rich chapter.
(Content-rich enough, in fact, that I think I made a mistake in not splitting it into two sessions. I think I’ve been liveblogging for about ten hours now. And here I was planning to celebrate a thing with a liveblog tomorrow, but now I think I need a break day, so we’ll have to settle for a post about that thing.)
Anyway, I just asked Sharks whether or not this was the end of the Arc, for the purposes of knowing whether I should do Arc Thoughts tomorrow, and got the answer that there are two Interludes coming up before that. So I know that the next chapter is an Interlude, but as usual with Interludes, I have no idea whose perspective we’ll be following. I’m guessing it’s someone relevant to this Arc… How about Emma, as she finds out what Sophia’s been up to? That’s a bit tenuous, but technically still relevant. Or perhaps one of the Undersiders? Imp would be very fitting to do right now.
I’m also curious about how these Interludes will be numbered (assuming Sharks isn’t just referring to regularly-numbered chapters as Interludes because they follow non-Taylor characters, like that one ask that referred to 9.1 as Weld’s Interlude). Will we skip 9 and number both Interludes as 10? That’s a legitimate possibility after what happened in Arc 8, where both Interludes were numbered the same as the Arc they were in.
I’ll just have to read and find out. See you then!
I shook my head, then turned to leave, wordlessly.
When I went downstairs, Tattletale and Regent were already gone. Maybe they were checking out their new places. Grue and Imp were in the ‘living room’, opening crates of stuff to see the supplies they had available.
Nice.
I wasn’t up to talking to them, or explaining the recent conversation.
Yeah, that’s fair. It was a mixed success, but it not being a total success really seems to have gotten Taylor down.
Leaving the building without a word, I sloshed through the water. I realized my fists were clenched, and my glove was sticking to itself, thanks to the residual containment foam. Annoying.
Heh.
Maybe if you get some on the other glove too, you can climb buildings like Spiderman. Until the foam on each hand runs out and you’re stuck far above the ground. Whoops.
I wondered if I could scrub it off.
When I peeled my fingers away from the glove, I realized my hand was shaking.
Yeeeah, Taylor really didn’t like what just happened.
I guess it might be mainly seeing just how much Coil views Dinah as a possession rather than a person with a family. Trust me, Taylor, you’re not alone in being put off by that.
I took a deep breath, to calm my nerves. I could do this. Whatever I had to do, I was going to help that girl.
Good luck.
“I’m afraid, Skitter, that this deal doesn’t quite balance out. I intend no offense, but my initial impression is that my pet is far more valuable to me than you are.”
No. My heart sank.
Well, damn.
“But I can accept it,” he spoke. “Provided you prove to me that your talents are worth losing hers. I admit, the active assistance you can provide might prove more useful when the city is firmly in my grasp, when I have less to be concerned about in terms of day-to-day operations.”
Hm, so there’s still a chance, then.
I nodded, numbly.
“Anything else?”
I guess this is when you get a soul gem and start hunting witches.
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