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<td valign="top">[[Image: MOA Fourteen.png|left]]'''Moment of Awesome - [[Stepford Cuckoos|Fourteen/Stepford Cuckoos]]:''' ''[[Fear in the Dark|When Los Angeles is attacked by one of the Worthy]], [https://xp-logs.dreamwidth.org/4081201.html#cutid1 Fourteen is a reluctant respondent].''
  
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The moment that the helmet was off, Fourteen could feel him. That annoying fuzzy blanket that had been wrapped around what she could see but not feel had been torn away, and left in it's place was the glowing beacon of a mind stripped bare. Even the natural defenses every cognizant mind created subconsciously had begun to fade, withering under the shade of an external crutch. There was no need to slip inside, as the front door had not so much been left open as kicked in, taking large chunks of the surrounding walls with it.
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It was nothing quite like 14 had ever seen before, and for a moment she considered preserving it just the way it was, as a monument to terrible ideas and idiocy. Two minds had begun to melt together, and even she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Were there a way, she'd almost want to study the gestalt. Psychically cut it apart just to see how it worked, and what practical applications it could be hiding.
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"Tch," Phoebe clicked her tongue, drawing attention her way. Kurrth slowed to pause his charge towards Alex. "You talk too much."
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A second later, it was over. There was nothing subtle or elegant about it. Instead, Fourteen ripped through what remained of Kurrth/Marco's natural defenses with a single focused strike, then followed it with another, and another, and another. Two dozen strikes in the span of a half second hit from all sides. And yet Kurrth still stood.
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"Strange," Celeste commented from her position nearby. Hands in the pockets of her jacket, she crossed the distance between herself and the Juggernaut. "That should have..." she commented, reaching out to give the comically larger man a push. Almost as if in a cartoon, he toppled over backwards and landed with a monumental crash. "Ah," Celeste tittered loftily. "There it is."
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She turned towards the nearby Alex, who was still on the ground where he'd been the target of Juggernaut's charge. "What can we say? You're welcome."
 
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Latest revision as of 15:36, 1 September 2019

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Moment of Awesome - Fourteen/Stepford Cuckoos: When Los Angeles is attacked by one of the Worthy, Fourteen is a reluctant respondent.


The moment that the helmet was off, Fourteen could feel him. That annoying fuzzy blanket that had been wrapped around what she could see but not feel had been torn away, and left in it's place was the glowing beacon of a mind stripped bare. Even the natural defenses every cognizant mind created subconsciously had begun to fade, withering under the shade of an external crutch. There was no need to slip inside, as the front door had not so much been left open as kicked in, taking large chunks of the surrounding walls with it.

It was nothing quite like 14 had ever seen before, and for a moment she considered preserving it just the way it was, as a monument to terrible ideas and idiocy. Two minds had begun to melt together, and even she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. Were there a way, she'd almost want to study the gestalt. Psychically cut it apart just to see how it worked, and what practical applications it could be hiding.

"Tch," Phoebe clicked her tongue, drawing attention her way. Kurrth slowed to pause his charge towards Alex. "You talk too much."

A second later, it was over. There was nothing subtle or elegant about it. Instead, Fourteen ripped through what remained of Kurrth/Marco's natural defenses with a single focused strike, then followed it with another, and another, and another. Two dozen strikes in the span of a half second hit from all sides. And yet Kurrth still stood.

"Strange," Celeste commented from her position nearby. Hands in the pockets of her jacket, she crossed the distance between herself and the Juggernaut. "That should have..." she commented, reaching out to give the comically larger man a push. Almost as if in a cartoon, he toppled over backwards and landed with a monumental crash. "Ah," Celeste tittered loftily. "There it is."

She turned towards the nearby Alex, who was still on the ground where he'd been the target of Juggernaut's charge. "What can we say? You're welcome."