One second Lorica is being swallowed by the sewer cape, the lion mouth opening far too wide, and the next she's being vomited out. A flood of stomach acid and chunky flesh is expelled with her, as well as what might be naked bodies.
"By the look of it he put PRT officers in Taylor's house and the house of a few Wards who he thought needed protection?"
"Huh. I think it only counts as quartering if they like, reside there, instead of having shifts or something, but that's pretty fucky."
"I'm pretty sure it was Dragon? She files reports like these all the time - though never in quite this large a quantity as far as I know."
"Oh, I've been meaning to mention that I'm pretty sure she's mastered into obeying the law or some nonsense like that. She followed Tagg's orders and than dropped this on him at the first opportunity."
"Oh good. Come for the house rules Risk, stay for the pro bono Thinking. O Tattletale, wise and beneficent Tattletale, what the fuck is my power. And hers."
"I'll stare at you next," she says to the other Lorica, focusing on the booper for the moment.
"Huh, subtle."
Her power streams in with inferences, most of them about what the effect isn't, before flagging something weird about her how her brain is responding to her power usage.
"Oh, damn. It's blocking the downside of my power - it's barely doing anything now but if I ran at full tilt for a few hours I wouldn't feel the migraine. I think I'd still run out of juice though. I think this is your master immunity power?"
"Are you saying this whole time we've been immune to thinker headaches and it just didn't come up because we're not thinkers?"
"Yes."
"Also I love this power. Probably some time limit and it might be variable but still, best power."
"Almost nothing. It twigs to something if I'm near Plumata or Dad, negligibly if at all to most other people."