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#12898358 Dec 04, 2016 at 11:35 PM
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Jorge Sandoval, an NPC who didn't stay that way.


My name is Jorge and I'm a doctor. I specialize in metahuman medicine and work out of the East Briar Institute's teaching infirmary. It's a school, we get lots of hands-on experience with super-powered kids. Most of it is bumps and bruises- they're still learning how to handle their abilities. Someone discovers they can super-jump, goes through a plate glass window. Stuff like that. It happens.
Sometimes bad things happen too- kidnappings mostly. You get that in the superhero community, it's one of the risks.

Some days, after the worse days, I go down to the school chapel, it's dark, and quiet. Need it sometimes just to sit, reflect, straighten things out for myself. It's supposed to be non-denominational, everyone welcome, but an old Catholic monk takes care of it. He holds services at nine sharp on Sundays, gives me a scolding if I don't attend. Like most of the staff, he's got powers. I've seen him do things that are, frankly, miraculous. Given who he works for, I guess that makes sense. I stopped going to Mass after my Mother died.... but there are times I just want to stop a while. So I go there.

This one day, it turns out, I walked in on the school choir practicing. Not the quiet I was hoping for, but I stayed anyway. To say the school choir is "special" is something of an understatement. There are other music programs at the school, but the choir is unique. It's composed of forty clone girls. they have the physical bodies of grown women... seven foot tall grown women, but they're only four years old. It's a strange situation they have. They provide the staff here interesting challenges.

The chapel has good acoustics, and the monk, Ignatius, lets them practice there. They sing at Mass and he chaperones them on choir trips so it works out for everyone, I suppose. The clones are telepathic between themselves so they weren't audibly talking, flipping through sheet music when I arrived. I slid into one of the rear pews to listen. We've had to instruct the clones to not try to communicate mentally with other people: it has some really adverse side effects. Nose bleeds, migraines to subdermal hematoma and comas... they forget sometimes.

Anyway the clone that directs them is an unusual case. She's been mute most of her life until recently, a spell was put on her. The teachers in the Magic Department looked her over and said it's fine, but medically? There's no way she should be speaking. No idea how that works, other then simply "magic". She sings all the time now. I imagine she's making up for it.

One of the clones had a guitar and strummed it and the others began to hum. Didn't sound like church music from those opening bars and then they started to sing. A group on the right higher soprano background vocals, a group on the left the main words, all the others humming where normally the instruments would play, in time with their sister's guitar. I like music, but I'm not sure how you put it all together, that's far out of my expertise. Several of the other doctors working in the infirmary have expressed curiosity about the clone's vocal range, there's been some speculation on it's similarities to the Castrati tradition.

"I heard there was a secret chord/ That David played and it pleased the Lord..."


What always has amazed me with the clones is, when they sing, they can do it in prefect unity. I suspect it's because of their mental link with each other- but it isn't something that can be easily studied. So they began to sing, in perfect harmony. Some songs that style wouldn't work too well with, then again, that's why they're a choir.

"Was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you..."


That's when I recognised it. Leonard Cohen, 1984. "Hallelujah" ..I was surprised the clones had even heard it. It's just a little before their time. I wondered if they knew Cohen had passed away and that's why they learned it, or, was it simply because they liked it?

Brother Ignatius passed by, lighting the Vigil Candle with a prayer and a long taper. I watched him, and he smiled seeing me do it. He slid into the long wooden pew beside me, blew out the taper, held it in his palm, careful of the wax.
"They're improving, wouldn't you say?" His voice barely above a whisper.

I nodded, and the singing soared into a crescendo, filling the chapel with lyrical poetry then faded again into the last line "hallelujah," repeated.
"...Hallelujah, Hallelujah... Hallelujah."

Then silence and I looked from the monk to the gathered clones and saw they were all looking back at us, standing in tidy rows on the low dais at the front of the chapel.
"Hi Jorge! Hi Iggy!"
"We did not see you come in."
"We are having choir practice."
Ignatius nodded. "Keep singing girls."
I laughed and sat back as they, with a rustle of paper kicked into another song. They sounded so exuberant. I realized about then that it wasn't the quiet I wanted, it was the company that I needed.



--Apologies to Leonard Cohen!

Teleios Clone Mark II: I wish Teleios would create some perfect women. It’s lonely out here!
Snookums! The Snookii! Homicidal Cheerleader! Klepto Elf! Molly!
#13495214 Oct 23, 2017 at 02:54 PM
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Just realized I had several story-snips I haven't added!

Linden on Clone's Decanting Day- this would be July last year. They haven't been Adopted yet and 1A is still at Happy Valley.



Hello Stupid Diary.
Yes I'm writing in you again. Dumb therapist scolded me for not doing it more.
I'm sitting here watching the clones prepare for their Decanting day. Which is like a birthday for normal people, only because they aren't normal [and yeah, I know, neither am I, shut up] they were decanted.
Decanted. It makes them sound like some sort of fancy booze. Brandy or an expensive export or something. Is that really the best word for it? Un-vatting? I suppose that doesn't roll off the tongue nearly as well.
Anyway the lot of them came back from a long vacation in Tahiti, someone told them it was "a magical place", so they all headed down there. I heard they all used the same fake passport and got arrested or something. But they seem to have enjoyed whatever they ended up doing down there, and came back tanned. I had no idea we -could- tan. So okay, that's kind of neat.
So I saw one of them making paper flowers- they've been gluing them on to green string the last few days, decorating the gym. But I saw one and I swear she was sucking on a bottle of glitter glue. Omnomnom. She was eating paste. Literally eating it. Why did I have to be created from these guys? Why?


I turn around and she was there. Me. Not me. My other self. Who I was supposed to be.
She looked a little older and a little shorter, if that's even possible. It took me by surprise, there wasn't the usual "presence" in the back of my head I feel when she's near. I guess because she has no powers. I could have shot her, knifed her, punched her through the wall or tipped her over the fire stairs, and there wouldn't have been anything she could have done to stop me. Instead, we just sort of stared at each other for a long really awkward moment.
"Hey." She said.
"Hey." I looked at her. "You, ah, came for the party?" I haven't seen her since the school's Christmas play.
"Yeah," She grinned. "They thought it would be good for me to get out a bit, see everyone. Have you tried the cake? It's really good."
"Yeah, It's not bad. You look kind of skinnier, they been feeding you over there?"
"Haha, yeah. They have a good chef, but no where near what French can do- he spoils us."
"He does." I had to agree. Despite my many disagreements with the man, there was no arguing he could cook, and cook well.

So we got to, well. Talking. She's staying at this retired heros complex... which I guess means they do the same thing normal old folks do in a home, just with eye beams and more guns or something. She told me about the two old cyborgs she hangs with, Gil and Garnett and how she fell through a pond playing football over the winter and they fished her out. Said they fought in World War Two -that's some sturdy cyborgs then.
Then she tells me about this old lady who used to be a diplomat, and a speedster before it was cool. She was teaching her how to knit and I guess crochets little outfits for her pet cats. Also I think I know where all the mittens and scarves the clones got at Christmas came from, and it wasn't Santa. But anyway, she had some pictures on her phone of this a absolutely adorable cat- I wanna say it was a Burmese? Like a Siamese but not so pointy. Posing in a knitty little cape and sweater, like he was Superman. She had a bunch of him posing on there, and pictures of some of the people at the complex.
We just... talked. Like normal people. Nothing weird. I didn't get angry, she didn't say anything dumb. It... worked. It even felt good.

Teleios Clone Mark II: I wish Teleios would create some perfect women. It’s lonely out here!
Snookums! The Snookii! Homicidal Cheerleader! Klepto Elf! Molly!
#13495241 Oct 23, 2017 at 03:10 PM · Edited 28 days ago
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The Vodun Loa Kriminel's viewpoint. This happened just after they were adopted this January.


I think she was trying to summon me for dinner, my poor generous child. She sat in a snowbank drawing mystical symbols in the frozen white water, a bowl of fried chicken beside her, steaming in the cold, and a plate of candy canes beside that. She knew I like both. Burnt chicken and hard candy please me.
I wasn't the only one watching, her father had missed her inside and came hurrying out. When she finished etching the symbols there came a slight magical flash in the fading afternoon, and almost instantly both he and I knew there was something inside the girl. He thought it was another of Us, but I... was not so sure. The Inquisitor spoke to the child: we are rather convivial spirits and would have answered back. Instead the girl sat and tore through the chicken, as though it was the most wonderful thing she had ever tasted- then a handful of candy shoved in her mouth, without bothering to remove the cellophane wrappers.

That's when it noticed me. The child had been my willing Cheval for years now- I tried to give her guidance and comfort when I could... and maybe play a few pranks on her sisters. We were connected deeply, and this creature wanted me gone. I felt it's power rise within her, even as it reached into the bowl for another chicken wing.

The Maffeian Inquisitor moved forward. He is a man from another galaxy who has an even better claim on the child then I do, albeit a much newer one, that of Family. We don't always agree, he and I, but we've come to an arrangement over the girl. I could feel him gathering his own powers- he is a notable priest of his people. I serve Bondye, the good God, distant from Mankind. His God? Well, his is much more reachable, shall we say.
I looked to him. "It does not want me here, I can feel it..."
At that moment the girl stood awkwardly, as though unused to having legs. One of her arms was raised in my direction and a voice, speaking words not meant for a human throat. I could understand it clearly though. It said "MINE."

Then a sort of black energy crackled around her fingers and a beam of absolute nothingness shot towards me! Let me tell you- that while I do not really have a physical presence -I can make manifest, I can interact should I desire it, but I am not quite Here. That black beam knocked me off and out and I twinkled away into void. Plus, I lost my hat. I do believe it meant to destroy me utterly. Other spirits perhaps it might have... instead I slid into the child and wrapped myself around her soul and mind to protect them from this thing wearing her body. I watched, in a detached sort of way what happened next. I saw the result of that black power, the flesh of her hand corkscrewing off her arm, melting away.
The Inquisitor hit her with an exorcism, and when that was resisted, another. The child's body glowed with an unnatural negative violet light, and her father stepped forward, his hands raised, washed in the light of his faith.
I could feel the creature's desperation, and almost -almost- felt sorry for it. It had a body now, it could touch, taste feel, it wanted to keep it. But neither he nor I wanted to give the child over to such a thing.
So it began to fight, bringing it's other hand up, a black beam lancing from that, to deflect off the Inquisitor's glow.
"Go feed on your ilk and leave my Child alone!" He growled, stepping forward again, his light intensifying.

The creature was too new in the body, too weak on this world- and drew on the child's strength to augment itself. I saw her beautiful wings shrivel, feathers flake off into greenish dust, shadows crawl along her torso under the skin, and rents open up on her back and sides, flesh melting bloodlessly away. The black un-light stabbed out at him, most of her arms gone now, and she fell to the snowbank as her lower legs dissolved, flapping on useless stumps, black magic of the void raging around her.

There was a sort of POP! all of a sudden, and a voiceless scream, and the child's body fell limp and unmoving into the street, the black energy that wreathed her blasted to nothingness by the Inquisitor's holy glow.
"Oh no, please no!" I'm not sure he was quite aware he said it. The Inquisitor ran, scooped the child up, and cradled her in his arms, on his knees in the snow. Her head lolled limp against his shoulder, wisps of pale feathery hair spread on the fabric. His lips were forming silent prayers, drawing on all the healing magic he could muster: the creature had nearly torn her body asunder.

I manifested, just for a moment, touched him and he began to draw on me as well- funneling everything, even his own life force into saving the girl. It felt like an eternity but was only a few short minutes before the magic had an effect. Withered organs regenerated. The hideous wounds closed, and bone by bone, sinew and vein then perfect new flesh as her limbs reformed. I saw his team's Doctor hurry out, robes flaring behind her as the Inquisitor stood, and they carefully brought her inside the building, down to the medical bay.

I felt newly formed fingers tighten in the folds of his overcoat, and heard a faint mewling. For just a moment my child was awake. I could taste the terror radiating off of her at an instinctive level. She recognized the Inquisitor, and calmed slightly. Then the shock of it all overpowered her and the girl slid into nightmare.

They laid her out on a med-bed and cleaned her up as best they could, and tucked the blankets in close. The Inquisitor sat on a well-padded chair beside her, holding her hand, murmuring comfort when the dreams got worse. His face was drawn and pale, the healing, more so then the battle, had taken a lot out of him. The Doctor treated him as best she could, then let them both rest.
I took my leave as well. They needed to be alone: you don't intrude when a man comforts his ill child.

I had saved her mind and soul, he her body, together we put her back together. There was a valuable lesson for the girl when she was well enough to learn it. Plus I think the next time she wants me to come for dinner... I'll just arrive at the table.

Teleios Clone Mark II: I wish Teleios would create some perfect women. It’s lonely out here!
Snookums! The Snookii! Homicidal Cheerleader! Klepto Elf! Molly!
#13495313 Oct 23, 2017 at 03:49 PM
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This was a What-if snip for an event that happened at the end of January. It didn't turn out like this, but that's okay, it was me brainstorming mostly. :)

"She has baby in her." One of the clones chirped excitedly.
I was reaching for the coffeepot when the clones swarmed the cafeteria. One, out of all her lean muscled sisters was noticeably thicker around the middle, with that tell-tale bulge in front. I stared. "Who did this?" I wondered if I would have to go defend her honour.
"Doctor." "At the hospital" "He said it would help." The clone in question looked down at the plate of salad she held and sighed a little. Her sisters seemed more excited then she was.
I poured myself a cup of coffee- that was why I came in here, the school cafeteria coffee is just that much better then the break room in the Infirmary, it's worth the extra walk. I took the clone by the elbow and steered her away from the others. "I need to talk with her, you go on and enjoy your lunch."
"'Kay." "We do." "Spaghettis! My favorite!" They dashed up to the buffet line and scooped up plates.



I squinted at the clone. They're hard to tell apart if you aren't familiar with the small details that separate the batches of them. This one had pink eyes, her brown hair spiked up with gel and metallic freckles. I was fairly sure she was a Westside clone. "You're a C model, aren't you? The one that got nuked, right? Your sisters told me about that."
She nodded again and sat carefully at the long bench, poked at her plate of salad and sighed again.
"How far along?"
"Six months"
"Do you know who the father is? Does he know..?"
"Yes. Eoghainin. He is not like it but he knows."
"Why didn't you come to me sooner? You're too young for this, C!"
"I... Well, I..." She frowned and speared a chunk of lettuce with her fork. "I only found out it was a thing the other day, after the car accident." She nodded at the cast on her arm.
I'd noticed the bandaids on her face as we walked over. She wasn't regenerating like normal. "What happened?" I stirred, tapped the spoon on the rim of my cup and sipped.
"We... went to the mall with a friend, then came back and started the car, and there was a BANG and the car went sideways. Into the wall." She gestured, clapped her hands together. "Lost time. Woke up. Probably only a minute. Friend was... bleeding out her mouth. I knew that was not good so I took her to the hospital. Didn't notice my arm and stuff until the nurse took me aside. They were fixing me up when the doctor came in." She nibbled the salad, made a face and grabbed the pepper grinder, shook it over her plate a while.
"Name?"
"He was, uh..." She reached into a pocket, pulled out a wallet and rummaged through it then handed me a business card.
I looked at it. Richard McDowwel, surgeon. I nodded, I knew him. I think I knew where this was going, too. "Your friend was pregnant wasn't she?"
The clone nodded. "The doctor told me she was hurt really bad. He came to talk to me while the nurse was cleaning me up. He said she might loose the baby... and that it was too little to live outside her without defect. Problems? I forget the words. She..."
"Premature birth has side effects, yes. Often serious ones." I sipped my coffee. "So he asked you to surrogate?"
"That's the word!" She nodded again then looked at her sisters giggling at the buffet line "I want a cookie. The nurse said I had to eat good."
"You can have a cookie C, just not too many."
The clone stood and moved to the buffet, leaned past her sister and snuck a cookie- then scampered back to me, and sat grinning. I could see several others scowling at her. I flipped them a thumbs up while C munched.
She mumbled around a mouthful of raisin oatmeal. "Doctor said he read the file the hospital had on us, he said I could help them both. Because we adapt. So he put me to sleep and put the baby inside."
I must have frowned because she looked at me and said rather plaintively. "Was that bad?"
"No C. No, that was the right decision. Not an easy choice I imagine. How is your friend?"
"Only choice. We are supposed to be heros, yes? We help people." She licked her finger, scooped up crumbs, ate them. "She is in the intensive care still. She was hurt real bad."
"And your sisters?"
"K said she could get the car rebuilt. They are okay. She said the police thought it was a pipe bomb. Our friend is married to another hero, and bad people have been targeting him." She hesitated then continued. "We think they were after her, not us."
"Ah. That could well be. A lot of villains target the families of heros. Has her husband talked to hospital security? You should talk to her family as well, get her somewhere safe when she's released, until she recovers." I could see C nodding.
"You did the right thing. When your sister first told me I thought someone had done something very bad to you. I'm glad you made this decision to help others. I--" She leaned over gave me a little hug.
"Jorge. You talk too much. I will be fine. Sisters are fine. I am just worried about my friend, and Baby." She picked up her fork and went back to her salad. "If I have questions, I will come to you, okay?"
"Okay."
"I be fine Jorge." She made a shoo-shoo gesture. She was right, I had to get back to the Infirmary. I nodded and picked up my coffee, stopping for a top off on my way out the door.



Teleios Clone Mark II: I wish Teleios would create some perfect women. It’s lonely out here!
Snookums! The Snookii! Homicidal Cheerleader! Klepto Elf! Molly!
#13495350 Oct 23, 2017 at 04:14 PM
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An introduction for an event in '14. Much as I liked Halaby, he didn't make another appearance as he was fed to an Eryops at the end of the event. :)
This was just after Snookums 1A was depowered.

*Late afternoon on a sunny- if a little windy- day. A small elf in pigtails was playing with a cat on the plaza, wiggling a catnip mouse. Not far from her aa tall girl with brick red hair was offering a Frisbee to a large fuzzy elephant.*
"...No Molly, it's okay. The others will be back in a few more days. I know I don't throw it as well as Z does..."
*The little elf is only paying a bit of attention, she has a lovely bit of ribbon and is trying to coax the cat to hold still so she could tie it on.* *That was when it started to happen. Several glass-and-metal balls floated up, the size of tennis-balls, and swarmed around the Mastodon. The clone waved the Frisbee at them to shoo them off.* "What is this? Someone science fair project?" *Abruptly they scattered into a rough semicircle around the pair and emitted a bright blue light.* *The elf looked over then covered her face, eyes watering. When she could see again... the girl and the mastodon had vanished, just the metallic balls hovering in a cluster, and a crumbling pile of -something- on the ground atop a Frisbee*
*The elf pulled a wifflebat out of her backpack and charged across the grass to smack one of the balls out of the air, and capturing her prize run off with it, into the school*

*Brilliant blue light and a heart stopping lurch, just for a moment- then heat and clear morning light. The sound of Molly trumpeting in distress. The clone found one brown furr'd leg and clutched it, solid and comforting, then Molly's trunk, curling around her.
*A voice- oddly familiar, cultured, English, with a hint of something else.* "The discomfort will pass in a few moments. I am Halaby. Welcome Molly. My Employer has been waiting to meet you with great anticipation!"

*the clone pulled out her smartphone and fumbled a moment, using the mastodon's broad side as cover* *She types out one quick text, sets it to vibrate then slides the phone under her body armour hoping the bulky shirt she was wearing would cover it. Hopefully it won't be noticed.*
*Footsteps crunching over- sand? Where the hell were they?* "Easy girl. I mean you no harm."
*The clone turns, blinking rapidly to see a tall dusky-skinned man with dark hair smiling at her. His suit is impecable.* "You are the trainer? We did not intend to bring you, but perhaps... it is just as well. Can you walk? Follow me." *And behind him, two men in long pale robes with red-checked headscarves holding automatic weapons.*

*What other choice is there? They follow* "My Employer is a collector of sorts, and has greatly desired Molly since he first saw her on the news, you understand. I can assure you, while she is here all her wants and desires will be given. My Employer strives to see all his p.. collection is happy. Ahh, our little Zoo of sorts." *A glass door slides open*

*To the immediate left of the door is the blue-green shimmer of a large tank of water, inside meandering above sand and coral Large sleek scaled fish in indigo and charcoal, coelacanths*

*They continue walking and the exhibits on the hall change along the way* "This is our Eryops pen. They're hard to see in there I know. Over by the log there." *Halaby points* "There's one. Ambush predators." *A swirl of the murky green water and something long brushes the window, slimy skin and a milky eye, and a mouth full of teeth.*

"Here is our Raptor exhibit, we bought them off a geneticist. There were more... but the creatures had a disagreement one night. I believe they're smarter then they appear. but..." *Halaby taps on the glass. The long ferns inside rustle, but nothing approaches the window.*

"Here, our Ground sloth... Many of my Employer's animals are recreations, of course, much like Molly herself. But only she is Sentient." *A slow shambling creature further back in the pen, pulling a sapling down to strip the leaves*

*They keep walking, past other exhibits, mostly megafauna, a tumble of dagger-tooth kittens, a stampede of spotted hooveless proto-horses, a gaggle of Dodo birds pecking at seeds below a faux tree, until....* *Halaby presses a button on the wall and a section of it rises up. Molly rumbles* "Your new home my dear. We did our very best to recreate it."
*The room is large, and cool, compared to the others, with a bank of spruce and pine trees on a low hill, and long spread of grass. There is a low pool edged with reeds.* *The silent men with the guns press forward, so that Molly has no choice but to enter.*
"It's okay Molly, It's okay." *The tall girl strokes her side.* "Is she... going to be alone in there? I can stay with her..."

"No no, That will not be necessary." *Up above molly's room, like many of the others, is a shade-screen and a catwalk and more men with guns- tranq guns, she notices, unlike the ones beside her. The tall girl frowns and watches the wall slide back into place. Molly trumpets, muffled, and rubs up against the window, one chocolate brown eye looking at them*

"My employer will be here shortly to greet her." *Halaby nods and gestures and continues down the hall, making a sharp left as Molly's was the last enclosure. He strides through another set of glass doors and the clone, and men follow, into sunshine and a large compound, spreading Acacia trees, somewhere the play of a fountain, all done in colourful abstract tile and white stucco* "So... What happens now? Are... you going to send me back?"
*The dark man looks quite apologetic and shakes his head, no* "I'm afraid we can't do that. Thank you for getting her to cooperate though, and into her pen. We didn't want to damage her." *He makes another gesture and turns to go* "These gentlemen will take care of you. They don't speak any English I'm afraid. Please go with them."

*Both men bow to Halaby, and one opens a discreet side door and they escort the clone through. A sand-coloured jeep is waiting, and they climb in, and the girl gets her first glimpse of the outside world past the tall walls: pale blue sky, rolling salmon coloured dunes, and in the far distance white buildings and the glossy green heads of palms* *She's not in Kansas anymore...*

*The jeeps drives some distance, the compound she had arrived in seems to be on a hillside- and below, in the rocks the clone is let out. the heat is already intense, later on it'll be a stone oven.*
*there's a click, of the safety being disengaged and as she turns, -too late!- gunfire echoes out of the gully. A moment later the jeep pulls a u, raising a cloud of brown dust, and drives back the way it came.*


*On the other side of the world, as all this is happening, a small elf in pigtails runs into the school, down the hall and throws open the door to the Kitchen* "OHH! OHH!! I dunno what just happened but I think it's bad!! Come look! Come look!"
*Chevalier gets a short text: SOS. From Snookums, location: United Arab Emirates.* *The phone is on, but no further calls have been made.*


*The clone has curled in the small shade of a rock overhang, sitting up limply. There's a diagonal line of silver bullets spangling her body armour, from right hit to left shoulder. She's made a crude bandage to cover her shoulder from the over-shirt she'd been wearing, and had the rest draped over her face. Beside her under the stone is a hint of green moss and the tracks of many lizards and birds- a seep. She'd scooped the sand away to form a basin of sorts and another scrap of cloth was soaking the slow drips.*

Teleios Clone Mark II: I wish Teleios would create some perfect women. It’s lonely out here!
Snookums! The Snookii! Homicidal Cheerleader! Klepto Elf! Molly!
#13495352 Oct 23, 2017 at 04:16 PM
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This was a I wrote a good while ago to one of Thundrax's events, Invictus on the telly. Did I ever post it? I don't think so, and here it is!

The mute clone's jaw dropped open as she stared at the television broadcast. The past few days their ongoing school assignment to study current events had gotten much more interesting! Z flailed at the screen and tried to get the attention of her numerous sisters, most of whom were under Teacher's orders to tidy up their dorm.
The nearest one, duct-taping a lamp back together put the light down on a battered end table and moved to sit by her sister. "It that Roman guy again!"
"Ave Caesar Salad!" Another clone called, doing the salute they saw on that old 'Spartacus' movie, propping her broom against the wall.
As the interview continued the clones hurried into their communal common area and squeezed in, thirty six of them, to sit on the couch, the carpet, leaning against the walls. Across town, in Westside, alerted by the mental exclamations of their Downtown sisters, two hundred more of them turned on televisions in their sardine-cramped apartments and watched.
"What is he... huh.."
"Shhhh!"
"Poor reporter guy he out of his---"
There was a collective gasp as the recording of the bar played, the tiny spark, the girl slumping.
"Did... him have reporter followed?"
"Is bar bugged?"
"I think we been in that bar..."
"OH! LOOKIT THAT!" More flailing at the screen, as the outed reporter shot up and gave the Roman-clad man a blast of sparking blue light, nearly blinding the cameras for a moment.
"...Recording maybe been photoshop or edit but--"
"That real."
"Oh wow! He fry that guy!"
"Him still stand--oooh now is mad!" The clone swarm watched in shock as Invictus reached for the blond reporter, and crisped him with a touch.
"For guy who just say reporter zap girl is assault, is... not what he just do it, too?"
The mute clone scratched her ear and then signed to her sisters. "I think that is invasion of privacy to film man without him knowing."
They knew Invictus was a mouthy jerk from the last interview they watched, and all the stuff about him in the papers lately but this... this felt wrong. Outing a super, even one trying to hide it and live normally, on live television? "Him mooks drag him off."
"What that thing they put on his neck? Is it shock collar?"
"...This... this are not right."
"Him are not police of us. Him not police of nuthin."
"...Is it because of hims people throw rocks at us outside apartments other day and tell to go 'way?"
"Maybe, I guess?"
"That was silly, we lives there. How we gonna go away from us house?"
"I are go to check apartment for bugs. I not want be spied on."
"I will help."
"I gonna paint sign in art class tomorrow and nail to lightpost. 'Invictus Is Big Jerk!' yeah. I show him!"
The clones stared at the Invictus symbol, then the WCOC "Technical Difficulties' plate when that replaced it on the screen. They had a thousand questions swirling about what they just witnessed, and not the least of them was 'what happens now?'

Teleios Clone Mark II: I wish Teleios would create some perfect women. It’s lonely out here!
Snookums! The Snookii! Homicidal Cheerleader! Klepto Elf! Molly!
#13495362 Oct 23, 2017 at 04:23 PM
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Something of a sequel to Clone R's first adventure with William and Billy. This takes place during the Nightmare Event- and it turns out saved R in play from getting kidnapped by an evil sorcerer later!


My name is William. R, she's been a good friend to us for a couple years now. Helps us out when she can. She told us you adopted all of them at Christmas- oh they were so happy. I like to watch the girls practice football. Billy, he's a bit afraid of the mastodon, doesn't come that far over. Anyway, as it happened the girl came to visit us, Billy Two and me. It was a lovely afternoon and she was bubbling over. She'd made the both of us blankets stuffed with down from her own feathers. I admit that sounds a little odd- but I suppose if she shed it naturally it's a good way to use it. She handed us each one and told us she had sewn the blankets up in home economics class.

Billy Two buried his face in it. "It smells like.... violets." R had laughed and explained that was the scent of the oil she preened her feathers with. She had packed us a lunch too, ham sandwiches and a selection of fruit, and some of those little bags of chips. Billy traded me for the kettle cooked ones, he liked those best.

That was when things happened, only a few bites in. Billy Two had said grace- he picked that up from the church that he helps out at and I reckon its a good habit. Without warning this big old delivery tuck comes roaring into the alley- and if Billy hadn't pulled me back into the narrow brick arch in the side of the building I'd have been hit. But it wasn't me they were aiming for, it was the girl. The truck slammed into her hard and next thing I knew they had her pinned at the waist into the wall across from us, and every time she tried to shove the truck away - those girls are amazingly strong- the driver gunned it back into her.

But it got worse. The back of the truck swung open and eight young men stepped out, with bats and metal pipes. They were wearing stockings over their heads. Not that those really helped to hide their faces. As it turned out, it didn't matter. They said a few incoherent things about mutants and purity some other things that made no sense to me, then laughed. They were going to teach us a lesson, and make her into one. Two of them went for Billy, and he was young enough to try and resist them, and they scuffled along the gutter. Another came for me. I covered my head and huddled, I've had a boot party a few times before. The other five went for the girl, battering her with the pipes- and then one hauled out a wood axe, and as she struggled and flapped another grabbed her wing and the axeman began to chop.

"No!" She cried, and flailed, "Please no!" He kept chopping, and R began to scream. I heard Billy cry out and flop on the dirty pavement, rolling to cover something. I realized the something in his hands was R's cellphone. I could see his fingers move and knew he was dialing 911.

Silvery feathers littered the alley. Her screaming had turned to sobbing as they pulled her second wing taut. There was a sudden, terrible sound. One of the men held it aloft like a flag. Then out of no where there was an angry ghost standing barefoot beside the truck. He was nearly as tall as the girl with his eyes burning like they were on fire. Dark and lean, face twisted with hate. He had a machete in one hand. I think that's what they are- those flat curved blades for chopping vines and stuff? Like you see in jungle movies. Anyway he had one of those and leaned into the door and hit the driver with the blade. It chopped him in half. Half of the driver slid out onto the pavement, the rest flopped over in the seat. Splut. The ghost reached inside and turned the delivery truck off.

Then the ghost said something in French I think it is, he sounded quite emotional. Really upset. I have no idea what he said, I don't speak that lingo. He moved over to the alley wall and chopped the guy holding R's wing's arm clean off. Thump. Then took off his head while the guy flailed his stump around. Arterial spray spattered the bricks. It looked like paint- kind of fake, you know? And after that the ghost was a blur of blood and and dismembered bodies. Like a housewife at Thanksgiving dinner. Legs. Thighs. Breast. Light, dark. Just everywhere. All over the alley. I've... never seen anything like it. Not even after Detroit. I never want to see it again.
He chopped the men by Billy next, Billy huddled in the arch, wide eyed. Then the one that had been by me. That guy had tried to run, but he didn't even make it to the alley mouth before he just sort of... fell apart.

I heard sirens about then, Billy's call had gone out. Not only that but a good dozen of R's sisters- none of them were winged, and all of them dark haired- were running across the street, pouring into the alley, picking up Billy and me, dusting us off. Billy was crying, and the girls calmed him down some. Others had moved the truck from the wall, catching poor broken R. The guy with the axe hadn't had very good aim, and I could see several hits on her sides and back. Silver stuff was clotting where I thought blood should normally be.

The ambulance arrived and the paramedics looked almost as shocked as I figure Billy and I must have. Bodies everywhere. You hear all sorts of crazy shit happening in Westside- but this. Well. They loaded R into the back, with as much of her wings as they could salvage. Her sisters had tried to patch her up with duct-tape. Maybe that worked on them. I don't know. One of them hopped in the back with her so she wouldn't be alone. I didn't see where the ghost went. He was gone as quick as he had come.

The police arrived as well, and Billy and I had to sit in the back of a car for a while, try to explain what all happened. It was all so fast. I hardly knew what to tell them. There was some talk of Billy and I being arrested for vagrancy... but nothing came of it. The police herded the girls back to the school. I'm not sure where they went after that.
I felt you should know though, seeing as you're R's father. It's... the least I can do for her.

Teleios Clone Mark II: I wish Teleios would create some perfect women. It’s lonely out here!
Snookums! The Snookii! Homicidal Cheerleader! Klepto Elf! Molly!
#13495378 Oct 23, 2017 at 04:34 PM
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Linden again. A snip for a small story arc from spring, A Chap that worked on the Clones' nanite systems showed up to mind control them.

"Max"

Hello Stupid Diary,
It's me again. Linden. Like who else would write in here? Well okay the other clones would and draw dumb crap in the margins and scribble all over with markers or something. Cause they do that kind of stuff, they aren't too bright some of them. They'd think it was a good joke.
Hurrhurr Me write in linden book, I read all her sekret stuff, me so awesome. Whatever. Stupid clones. They all went off and got sick or something, down by their apartments in Westside. The cook and the school doctor went down to look for 'em. The cook sent the doctor back and called in the fuzz who hauled 'em all off someplace and stashed 'em for a week. Where the hell do you keep eight hundred and forty sick seven foot freaks? No idea and the cook he isn't talking. But the Elf, his minion, brought their dog home.

I'd always been told there was a No Pets rule in the dorms, and the clone's robot cat doesn't count cause its a robot and made of bottle caps and an erector set or something like that. But someone had to watch the dog and being his Minion - excuse me "Sidekick"- she got to do it. So Max is in our little common room right now, I gave him a tennis ball, I can hear him chewing on it.
She's supposed to take care of him, feed him, walk him, clean up any oopses and okay, the elf has been pretty good about doing that. I can't complain about that. Though I will say it has been really weird. In my memories- the fake ones from when I was in The Clone's body, someone gave me a dog as a kid. I guess they wanted to make them more believable, and they do feel real, even though I know they aren't. Super villain Mom, Supervillain Dad, House, big shaggy Golden Retriever, growing up with her, Sticky fingers in her fur as a little kid, Licking my face when I skinned my knee on the sidewalk. Throwing balls for her, playing with sticks, being little and crying into her fur... that doggie smell after the rain, fuzz on my sweaters. Believable. Who the hell puts that much effort into giving someone a lifetimes worth of fake memories? That much detail? Hell if I was in charge of making -me- I don't think I'd have put that in the budget.

Though.
Okay I'm kind of glad whoever gave me those did. I had parents. I grew up, did the stuff normal people did, played with kids, went to school, got older. Went to college, got a basketball scholarship for their team there all of that. None of the other clones ever experienced it, and maybe that's why they're so flakey. And that brings us back to Max.

I remember having a dog. And this week, I have one again. The elf set him up in the common room on a blanket with a chew bone and the tennis ball and stuff and went to bed. And I dunno what time it was, late, maybe three in the morning, I wake up to hear the saddest noises coming from out here. You ever heard a lonely dog whine? It was that kind of noise. So I get up and I crack the door open and he hears me and is looking at my door and his stump tail gets to wagging and dammit! Even I can't say no to that!

So he gets up, he's chewing that tennis ball and walks over to me, brushes my leg going through the door, and his tail smacks me on the knee repeatedly and you know It... was kind of nice. And I go back to my bed and he hops right on the foot of it and settles in, pulls down half the quilt, circles around and sits. And I flop against the pillows and there's a nose poking me in the back and he's getting all cuddly against me so I scratched him behind the ears. Maybe he can tell I'm related to the others, or maybe he just didn't like being alone.
When I woke up I found that he chewed the hell out of one of my sneakers, which was kind of annoying cause I had cheer practice that afternoon. But I wasn't really mad. Unlike the clones he didn't know better.

So that's what happened, and I've been letting him sneak into my room every night since. The Elf thinks he nosed the door open himself. Let her think that. Max makes a very good bed warmer. And he makes me feel happy when he's there. That good feeling when you're kid, and there's nothing wrong. That feeling.

I'm gonna miss him when we have to give him back. Though maybe the others will let me borrow him. I dunno. I'm going to ask.

Teleios Clone Mark II: I wish Teleios would create some perfect women. It’s lonely out here!
Snookums! The Snookii! Homicidal Cheerleader! Klepto Elf! Molly!
#13495394 Oct 23, 2017 at 04:53 PM
249 Posts
I recently had a small arc with an artificially created virus targeting cyborgs and augmented people. "Cyborg Ebola"- it nearly melted several of my clones, and as a result the school chef offered Snookums and several of her more vulnerable sisters a temporary stay t his summer house!

"Coconut"

Somewhere in French Polynesia...

Tall identical women in slim string bikinis lolled on the packed white sand, on beach blankets, and wooden slat lawn chairs. Each one was intent in reading a encyclopaedia, each a different letter. Beyond them a series of low stucco bungalows set amidst gently swaying palm trees and low long banks of blooming brilliant tropical flowers.
Across the little island two barefoot children wandered. One was perhaps nine, tanned with scruffy sandy blonde hair, the other two growing into three, still pudgy and wearing a impromptu crown of grass and twine.
"This one? I thinkithas the biggestones!" The older girl looked up at a particular palm, the glossy green coconuts hanging off of it. She had a bad habit of speaking fast and running her words together.
"Yeh! Nasha, Big!" The little boy bounced beside her then kicked off and floated into the air. He swirled around the leafy top of the tree a few times then moved closer to hug a particular nut. "Yeh! Yeh!"
"Thatone?Okay!" Natasha looked at the tree then wrapped her arms around it and started climbing... fast. Small fingers digging into the pith and feet kicking skittering up the narrow trunk like a monkey. It bounced and shimmied under her slight weight.
She looked up, pausing a moment to see the toddler clutching the coconut and giggling, swaying with the wind. A moment later she was in the crown amid the leaves. She wrapped her legs around the trunk, and the tree bent under her weight. Then, hanging upside down she pulled and wiggled the coconut's stem. "You got it Jason? Ithinkitsalmost... Ick therearespidersup here!"
"Yeh!" The little boy beamed. There was a snap and the coconut dropped and Jason dropped with it, his flight compensating for the added weight and he soon slowed to a hover about four feet off the beach.
The coconut wasn't the only thing that dropped, however. The palm sprang back with a jerk and with a startled meep, the girl slipped out of the tree and bounced hard onto the ground. "...Ow."
The boy flipped upside down to wobble midair over the girl. "Nasha? You thunk."
"...I thunked yeah.." She sat up slowly, and looked at her left leg. There was a slick of sand on it, and a pale spur of bone sticking out of it. Silvery liquid seeped out and ran down her shin. "Jason? Can... can you go get one of my aunties?"
"Nasha? Kay." The boy nodded and, still holding the large coconut, flew off across the sand, back toward the bungalows.


Jason flew like a drunken bumblebee, and soon was bumping his prize coconut against one of the bungalow's shutters. "Auntie? Auntie Nasha. Auntiiiiiie?" All of the women, except one were "aunties" to him, just as they were to Natasha. The one, W was the closest thing to "Mommy" he had, even if it wasn't quite official.
One of the tall identical woman stood, setting down her encyclopaedia and moving to the boy. This one, the only one of them all had white hair and white speckled chicken wings. She stood out amongst her earthbound sisters. "Hay Jason, thatsh ah bhig coconut!" She spoke with something of a lisp.
The boy nodded, drifting over to her. "Yeh. Nasha. Auntie?"
The tall woman tilted her head, a birdlike gesture. "Where ish Natasha?" She looked around for her: usually the two children were inseparable. She opened the shuttered door reveling a long bar, glass bottles behind it in a locked cabinet. Jason drifted over and landed softly on the countertop and let go of the coconut. It rocked a little, gleaming in the sunlight. "Nasha thunk." And he pointed outside.
The winged woman blinked, frowned and abruptly the dozen other women, tall, muscled, with chestnut hair set aside their books and stood, moving up to the bungalow. From inside the building another door opened, and a last woman, this one in a loose shirt over her swimsuit with brick-red hair stepped into the room.
"R- find her." The red-head gestured. The winged woman, holding the toddler darted out of the room, wings flaring. "Z? See if there is a first aid kit in the bathroom. We might need it." Another woman nodded and moved into the house. "W find N. She'll need to be here."

Outside on the sandy-blown front patio the winged woman spread her wings, glistening with subtle runes on each feather, flapped once and shot into the air, the toddler clutching at her neck, laughing. "Letsh gho find Natasha, kay?" The two of them soared over the atoll, casting a long shadow over golden sand and verdant foliage as they passed, following the double pair of footprints in the sand, small and larger together, loosing them here and there at the edge of the lagoon where the ocean waves washed them away. And there, a small form in shorts scrambling on the hard-packed wet sand of the water's edge, waving clumsily up at them.
R landed with a whirl of dry sand and hurried over to the girl. "Natasha! Youh leg?"
"Ifelloutofthetree. It's weird." She pointed the palm out then held her arms up to her aunt. "That bigone,see?"
"Oooh that ish ah tallohnoe, yeah!" Jason peeked over R's shoulder and smiled to see Natasha again as R scooped her carefully up... and then they were airbourne, rushing over the little island until the bungalows came once more into sight. The winged woman landed and hurried inside, setting Natasha on the long counter. The other women moved over to look.
"Oh."
"Suck."
"Her leg is broke."
"Really broke!"
"If you poke that bit does it hurt?"
"OW! Auntie! OW!"
Jason climbed off R and padded along the bar to sit by the coconut a little further down. "Nasha thunked big."
"She did." Z set a bowl of warm water and a stack of towels on the bartop, carefully sliding one under her niece's injured leg. The little plastic first aid kit was already there.
N, the girl's mother, hurried in, and W after her. They could have been twins, so alike were they. W moved to Jason and ruffled his hair. The red-haired woman followed them in, walking over to examine Natasha's broken leg. "We're going to have to set this." She looked at her sisters and an unspoken communication passed between them. N moved over to support Natasha on the bar. Z opened the liqueur cabinet and poured out some brandy in a little tumbler... then scooped in several spoonfuls of white sugar and mixed it, stirring rapidly.
"Drink this. You probably will not like it." She handed the glass to little Natasha who wrinkled her nose at the smell but obediently drank it down. The girl grimaced. Her aunt was right, she did not like the taste.
The redhead washed her hands in the little bar sink and set about cleaning off the leg, the silver sludge, the sand, seasalt. Natasha tried not to wince, but began to snuffle anyway. She was nine, and it hurt!
Jason, as if in sympathy, watched her and began to sob as well. W picked him up to cuddle. "Hey sweetie sweetie, no no, she will be fine, you bet." W offered him some of the brandy. The toddler tipped up the tumbler with both hands and drank. The face he made after he sipped it made Natasha smile.
Then the girl's face went white and she slumped against her mother. The redhead had set her leg while she was distracted.
"I didn't know you could do that." One of the other women leaned in to watch her bandaging it.
"You don't marry a doctor without learning a few things." The redhead set to work, quickly and efficiently as any trained nurse. Normally you wouldn't reset a compound fracture like that, without x-rays and medical supervision... but the girl, like all the women there, her mother, her aunts, all regenerated. How fast, they didn't know. This was her first actual injury.
But soon the leg was wrapped and splinted and N carried the sleeping child into one of the bedrooms, tucking the unconscious girl into crisp cool sheets.
Jason slid out of W's arms to follow, bare feet almost inaudible padding on the planked floor and then climbed up into the bed beside Natasha, snuggling up to his friend.
"You're going to stay with her?" N asked him.
"Yeh."
"She'll like that when she wakes up."
"Yeh." He smiled then reached over to hug Natasha. N tugged the blanket up over both of them. W leaned in the doorway and spoke, her voice low. "You did good coming to get us Jason. Also, thank you for the coconut. It is very large."
"Hee!" Jason made a soft pleased noise then his breathing evened out and he, like the girl he snuggled with, not quite a cousin, was asleep.

Over by the bar the redhead was tidying up, a silver soaked washcloth, several bits of gauze, water droplets on the bartop. One of the others was hefting the coconut.
"Why did they get this thing?"
"Its big enough to be a football."
"Maybe we should eat it?"
"Coconut football...."
"....Yes." And with that realization the coconut was hauled outside by the many sisters, teams organized without a word and goal posts marked. Z moved to gather up the forgotten encyclopaedias so they wouldn't get trampled or accidently kicked into the lagoon. Their laughter echoed a little through the opened doors of the bungalow.
Z looked to her sister, washing out the tumbler. "Why does Natasha bleed silver?"
"She gets that from Ray, N's husband. It's a mutation that he passed to her when she was made." There was a much longer explanation to it but for now, it would do.
Z nodded, accepting it. R had mutated into having wings, why not silver blood? They'd all seen stranger. "Do you think Jason's father will marry W?" That was a bit of speculation all the sisters where betting on.
"When, not if." The redhead smiled. "N married, then me, soon W. We're growing up Z, all of us."

Teleios Clone Mark II: I wish Teleios would create some perfect women. It’s lonely out here!
Snookums! The Snookii! Homicidal Cheerleader! Klepto Elf! Molly!