Uncaring or oblivious to the outburst, Mannequin turned and examined the ruined computer.  He picked up a key that had been thrown off the ruined keyboard and turned it over in his fingers.

Uh, sure, go do that, I guess.

I suppose he could use the keyboard keys to spell out things, if he wanted.

“Listen to me, you psychopath!”

“Colin!”  Dragon’s voice hissed from the speaker, not as quiet as it had been.  “Don’t provoke him!  Help is nearly there!”

Dragon has a point.

Colin had to stop to control his breathing, and he bit his tongue to keep from saying anything further.  His enemy had to have heard her, but didn’t seem to care.

Yeah, he doesn’t seem concerned about reinforcements at all.

Or about anything, really.

Mannequin fished through the broken keys from the keyboard, found another, and folded one finger back to pin it against the back of his hand.  He ejected a blade from his wrist and used it to scrape the letters that were still intact off the board.

Oh hey, looks like he is planning on using the keyboard keys to communicate.

They clattered to the desktop, and a few fell to the floor.

The obvious drawback here is that he’ll only have one of each letter, so he’ll need to word things carefully, use creative spellings, leave blank spaces or move letters around while Colin is reading.

“So I gathered.”

“They ran it by some of the experts.  Colin, the consensus they came to was that Slaughterhouse Nine are in Brockton Bay to replace their ninth member.”

Oh, okay, she didn’t figure that out on the spot, but she seems to have figured out more specifically that it’s why Mannequin sought out Colin.

He stared at Mannequin, and the realization made his blood run cold.

“Me!?” he shouted.

You!! 😀

The faceless man cocked his head to one side.

Colin roared, “I’m a fucking soldier!  I made a call that could have saved millions of lives!  Billions!  You’re ten times as fucked up as I thought you were if you think I belong in your group!”

Army does have a point. If he had succeeded at what he was trying to do, it would have been a great boon to the world. It’s just a shame that it didn’t seem to be his primary motivation, and that he decided it was a-okay to sacrifice a couple villain lives for a plan that was never actually going to work.

The Icarus is strong in Colin’s story, right down to the element associated with his demise, or what would be his demise if not for Taylor.

I just realized that the newbie and Hatchet Face being around at the same time might explain why there were implied to be nine corpses even though there are currently only eight official Fellowship members.

There was a sound from Dragon.  In a tone that was afflicted with agonizing disappointment, like a mother who had just found out her son had been arrested for a felony, she said, “Oh, Colin.”

Relatable.

I mean, I’m not a mother, but Colin does sometimes bring out that feeling.

Colin didn’t speak.  He waited for elaboration.

“The PRT got a tip from one of the villain teams.  The Slaughterhouse Nine is in town.”

Uh.

Yeah?

One of them is literally right in front of Colin, I think he’d have figured that out by now, unless it’s news to him that Mannequin joined them.

Has Dragon figured out that Mannequin is here to recruit?

Also, I guess the Wards’ speculation wasn’t enough. That’s fair, I suppose, they did base it only on the number and brutality of the murders they found.

I mean, he does seem able to sense his surroundings, and to react to things like Armmaster charging at him, not to mention to find people who fit his target-picking MO. He’s probably not deaf if he ain’t blind.

“What do you want, monster?”  Colin growled, “Little point in coming after me.  I don’t have much of a life to look forward to.  I’ve already lost everything!”

Could’ve gone worse for you. By your own words before you got busted, you should be in the Birdcage.

Mannequin didn’t move.

Gonna be interesting to see how Mannequin ends up presenting his message if he doesn’t speak.

Maybe he’ll have the means to break out of here, carrying Armmaster against his will?

“You’d be doing me a fucking favor!” Colin shouted, “Come on!  Come get me, you freak!”

Oh jeez, Colin’s taking his house arrest harder than I thought, unless he’s just saying this to manipulate Mannequin.

There wasn’t a movement or sound from the killer.

Is he even listening? Zoning out seems appropriate for someone whose madness involves them cutting off ties to the world.

Can he listen?

Mannequin swayed slightly on the spot.  Like a doll with a broken neck joint, his head flopped onto one side, until it was perpendicular to the floor.

Pfft. Hello, sir Alanolas de Mimsy-Grammeington.

There was a click as he slowly righted it.

Ah, I’ve got it. His personality isn’t “choppy and disjointed”.

He’s unhinged.

Her voice was even quieter than before as she said, “He has a body count, Colin.  You know…”

Of course.

But why? If his deal is cutting himself off because his family was killed and his work ruined, what led him to becoming brutal enough for the Slaughterhouse? I mean, even madness tends to have some internal logic, does it not?

She trailed off, unwilling to finish.

Hm. Personal? Or just worried about Colin?`

“I know,” he finished for her.  Like other serial killers, Mannequin favored certain types of people as victims.

Ahh. Does Colin happen to fit the description?

His prey of choice included rogues, those individuals seeking to make a profit from their abilities, especially those looking to better the world… and tinkers.

People like his old self, huh.

“His wife and children were killed in the attack, years of work ruined.  Everything fell apart.  He went mad.

Oh, I see, a bit more indirect than I was thinking.

I’m still not ruling out that the Simurgh has a passive power that makes madness like this more likely after her visit, if not necessarily one that actively, directly makes people mad.

He cut himself off from the rest of the world.  Literally sealed himself away.”

Wow.

That would explain the lack of facial features.

Colin looked at the cases that surrounded each individual body part.  Each body part a self-contained system.  Everything nonessential stripped away and replaced.

Cut away from the world, cut away from his humanity, cut away from each part of himself as best he can manage…

“He became newsworthy when he took on a project to build self sustaining biospheres on the moon.

Oooh, I want to hear more about post-cape society’s space exploration developments compared to our world’s. Tinkers in particular are very important for that, not least of all people like Sphere.

I suppose the name makes sense if it was typical for him to build his projects in that shape.

But what happened?

He had ideas on solving world hunger, and building aquatic cities near cities plagued by overcrowding.  And he was putting it all into effect.  Until-”

Seriously, this guy sounds like he was going to be a huge boon to the world. What the hell took that away and turned him into this?

“The Simurgh,” Colin finished.

Oh. Ohhh.

We did learn that the Simurgh tends to cause a lot of trouble after her visits, more so than the other two (and Leviathan’s visit certainly hasn’t been without aftereffects). Is this the form that takes? Changing people’s personalities, inspiring brutality, that sort of thing?