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Well, only in a sense.  They still hadn’t touched him, and two of their members were out of commission.  Three, if she counted Fleur being occupied with a wounded Lightstar in her arms.

I think I’ve decided. Fleur Delacour is the better fit so far.

But the fact remained that Marquis wasn’t pushing his advantage.  The way his power worked and his very personality meant he was exceptional when it came to turning one advantage into another.  Or turning one advantage into three.  It was in his very nature to trounce his enemies, to grind them into the ground without an iota of mercy or fair play.

Damn. So much for honor.

Was he distracted?

If he was, it was barely slowing him down.  She felt something clutch her from behind, covering her eyes.

s k e l e t o n   h a n d s

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When she tried to tear it free, she found it hard, unyielding.

Is it a full bone covering?

She dropped into her ball form and then back into her human form, taking only a second to break free of the binding.  She caught the offending article in one hand before it could hit the ground.

It was a blindfold of solid bone, but it had been a skull of some sort beforehand.  Probably something that had sat on a bookshelf behind her.  Stupid to overlook it.

Neat trick on both sides!

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Random 4 AM prediction: At some point there will be a character (if there isn’t one already) whose civilian name is Rose. It seems like most works I’m actively in the fandom of has one at this point.

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Last time on Krixwell Liveblogs chapter 12.1 of Worm:

“I don’t believe in shouldn’t, like there’s some universal rules about the way things should be, the way people should act.” 

Dunnn.

“It’s still creepy.”

Dunnn.

“You can crush the box and the bug inside, and the moment that happens, I”ll use my power to protect you.”

Dunnn.

“For now, just door to door.”

Dunnn.

Taylor gave them the booties.

Dunnn.

“You’re hiring others?”

Dunnn.

…their masked selves, Canyon and P-Chan.

Dunnn.

She has nowhere to be Taylor. Even out of costume, even when she’s up in her private quarters, she has to be Skitter, for her minions.

Dunnn.

I didn’t want them imagining me as hurt and mortal when they were supposed to trust me and look up to me.

Dunnn.

My cell phone rang,

Dun dun dunnnnnnnnnn!

*3-minute overdramatic intro theme*

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I’d already finished a few draft attempts at designing Lisa’s mask, since it didn’t require much cloth and the nuances of it were tricky.  The way her old mask fit her, it hid her freckles and eyebrows and changed the apparent angles of her eyes and cheekbones so her entire face had a different look to it.

Huh. That makes that kind of mask a bit better at hiding identity than I thought.

Emulating that was hard, since the texture of the silk compared to the material of her mask didn’t let me copy it over exactly.  I’d used the scrapped attempts to test different dyes and how they reacted with the fabric.

Yay, she’ll still be colored!

So then Taylor has at least two scrapped copies of Tattletale’s mask that Sierra and Charlotte can use to become their masked selves, Canyon and P-Chan.

I grabbed the failed masks, pressing each against a white piece of paper to ensure they weren’t going to stain skin, and then headed back downstairs.

Nice. Good timing to have been working on those costumes!

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Minor reached me and ushered me back to the others, and we backed as far away from the fighting as we could.

Yeah, good call, Minor.

The moment I saw Lisa, I asked her, “Should I-” I left my question unfinished.  Should I use my bugs?

I don’t think it’s worth it.

“No.  The moment an enemy makes their presence known, Skidmark might try to break this up and send the crowd after any unfamiliar faces.  Not saying they’d get us, but they could, and there’d be other victims too.”

That is a very good point.

“Fuck.” I looked at the ongoing fighting.  “We should do something.”

It’s okay, Taylor. Most of these people are here by choice, and besides, at least you already saved one person.

“I’m open to ideas,” she said. 

Oh, huh.

“Can we- can’t we run?” the girl we’d rescued asked.

I think she has a point, though Taylor might not want to hear it, especially coming from her – Taylor really doesn’t want to be a bystander who runs away instead of helping.

“Look, um, what’s your name?” Lisa said.

Yes, please. It’s been a bit awkward to call her the “rescued girl” all the time.

“Charlotte.”

Did the merchant who abducted you insist on calling you “P-chan”?

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The noise the crowd made reached a peak it hadn’t even approached before.

How is this the thing that makes me go “I’m glad I’m not there”?

“Last five standing in the ring get a prize!” a mean smile spread across his face.

I misread that as pizza.

I don’t have a good feeling about that prize, though.

Even from where I stood on the other side of the mall, I could see how bad his teeth were.  “No rules!  I don’t give a shitstained fuck if you jump in at the last second or if you use a weapon!  Anything goes!”

Including murder?

But yeah, anything goes can make for some interesting fights, if not exactly fair ones.

It also makes me think of a boy who turns into a girl when doused with cold water and back when doused with hot water, but that’s a whole other matter.

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The vapor had melted enough foam that I could pull myself free and stand.  I got five paces away before the whine ceased.  A second later, lightning began to spill from the gun in overtime.  Dragon’s body served to block the vast majority of it, but a few arcs slipped through the cracks in her body.

…are we sure she’s in there? Maybe she makes something resembling a nervous system enough to fool Regent’s power?

I guess we’ll find out if this breaks the mech apart.

The full meaning of her words struck me the moment the gun detonated.  A large portion of her suit was destroyed, as was one of the limbs.  Dragon fell to one side.

Ouch.

She’d saved me?

Regent had said Dragon was inside, piloting it, hadn’t he?  I stepped closer, trying to see if she was okay.

I suppose maybe Dragon wasn’t so much deliberately letting Taylor go as she was aware of the chance that this would lead to her getting away?

And yeah, she saved you… kinda what heroes do, even when the people being saved are villains. Well, some heroes.

Regent was right.  There was someone – something – in the suit of armor.

It looked like a fetus, the features were crude, barely humanoid in any sense of the word.

…huh.

Is this Dragon, deformed by her power? Or is it something she made, perhaps specifically to fool powers like Regent’s?

The eyes were half-formed, and it had no nose, only a beak-like mouth.

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The head was half-again as large as the body below the neck.  Wires wove in and out of orifices.

What the hell have you been doing, Dragon?