Well, now he's not bruised or scratched and while she's at it there's no blood on his hands. "Show me."

"And you have been unable to walk for long enough that... Do you like it or something? If you get a kick out of it I can leave you be."

"There's no one who could do anything to fix it, not for this. Are you saying you can? If so, then, wait. Not here, not now, I don't know. It might be what she wants."

"I can get you all out of here. Is it just you guys?"

They look at each other, and then the tall blonde one swallows and says "Yes. Unless you can resurrect the dead?"

"Wait, what?"

"That fence," he explains. They are indeed within sight of a chain-link fence topped by barbed wire. "At least they said they would, we didn't actually test it."

Kithabel does not know where she is or who these people are but she suspects she is not on the side of anyone who leaves deathly injured people and their friends to die and threatens to kill them if they leave. Now everyone's invisible, and she flies them high and fast.

The keening gradually decreases past the fence, and it eventually disappears. The strangers visibly become less tense afterward. Or at least invisibly.

"I'm definitely not from this planet. Mine has four moons and rings, for one thing, and no evil singing winged things, and I don't know where Wisconsin is or what Bet is or what the Simurgh and Scion or capes are."

"Well... I'm kind of reluctant to put you back, and I was barely there five minutes, so I'm probably fine, but maybe you should avoid doing much of anything just to be on the safe side."

"Interdimensional travel is beyond me. I thought it was beyond the sorceress who probably put me here, too, so maybe I'll be able to do it eventually, but right now. So I'm not sure I can help you there. Is there anything else you need from me or anything else I definitely need to know before I go do something else?"

She lands near some people in uniforms. Well, almost lands. Hovering is better than standing around like she hasn't got shit to do. "I want to help," she says.

One of them removes earplugs. "You're here to help? Find an armband, hurt her any way you can. They'll probably put you in a rotation. Cape base is over that way," she gets a direction, "make sure you stop by there before going in."

Kithabel is not so sure about the exploding armband thing, but she goes that way.

"Yeah. I might be more useful hanging out of the worst of the singing. I can heal and fix stuff."

"We do need more flight. The units here are the ones that still work, you could go to areas the fight moved on from and fix the ones there. The armband will show you where. Same with the healing, we've got a full hospital but most of the patients aren't critical. Start with the transportation, move to healing when it stops being the bottleneck or you get down to five minutes exposure." She offers an armband.

"Does this thing explode?"

"If it gets down to zero. It takes proximity into account, so when it gets low you fly whichever direction quiets the song. In your case you'll be healing instead of repairing with plenty of margin." Her own armband is hardly ticking down at all; the fight is still far from here.

Apparently they started the battle with a good supply of these. There are enough destroyed-but-recognizable ones for it to get repetitive. After several rounds, there even start to be moments when the arrow pointing to the nearest downed cape flickers out.

Once it's repetitive she goes after a cape instead. On this timescale variety isn't paramount, but still. Habits.

Kithabel heals people who are not the evil angel and then ranges farther away from the evil angel song. She has a little less margin than her armband thinks.

The automated rescue devices are almost keeping up with demand, but there are probably more to fix. And judging by that almost, there's more search and rescue to be done. The field hospital is a third option; she's been told it's mostly non-critical but that doesn't mean small numbers.

Well, Kithabel doesn't want to heal people all day every day because that would tank her general momentum in no time, but she can clear this room of injuries.

The recipients of the healing are less grateful than would probably be expected. As with most things, it's the Simurgh's fault. The doctors thank her for it; they're extremely shorthanded since so few volunteer to go to an Endbringer battle. Especially this Endbringer.

Kithabel doesn't do this for the gratitude except in a very abstract way.

Between the recently emptied emergency room and the fact that most other interesting things are closer to the monster, there might not be a huge number of useful things she can do.

She fixes heals wrecks - how long will this go on?

Kithabel tends to their wounded. Others with more information about the state of the original combat force can count their dead.

The temporary blockades get moved to reflect the area the song poisoned, and there are plans to replace them with permanent walls. They'll bring in capes who can create three-hundred-foot stone walls, and then everything that happened here will be out of sight and out of everyone's mind except the people who have to stand on the parapets. This is what passes for a victory.

"Is exposure cumulative or does it wear off? I could just fix it in a year or something, I'll probably be around that long."

"Okay, I won't fix it. Anybody have anything else for me to do? I need to be doing stuff."

"I have to sleep. Unfortunately. If anybody has a way around that I want it. Can you identify the materials you want gone?"

"Okay. How far away is she and is there anything to do between here and there?"

"About a thousand miles east. There's transport available, but not much call for using powers while on one."

"Anybody want to accompany me so I'm not just carrying myself, and maybe point out useful stops?"

"No secret identity. I'm always working." (Kithabel was not without attention to the way Velocity asked questions.) "I'm Kithabel. Speaking of me always working, rumor has it you might be able to help me not sleep. I cannot overstate how valuable that would be."

"You understand," nods Kithabel. "And yeah, I can heal. After a while I need to be doing other things, but I can still go through a lot of people and it's strictly better than sleep."

Kithabel touches her.

"I can tell that particular thing. This isn't a secret?"

"I don't know whether to expect to be able to keep it or who'll care - show me some people I can heal while we talk?"

"Thanks. ...So how do parahumans even work."

"I can do other things. I have to; if all I did was fly and heal soon enough that would be all I could do anymore. Why can't you do brains? I could see if I could fix that."

"There's not, like, a list... I can just do stuff, unless it's too big for me to do yet."

"And you can do even more stuff if you keep doing different things...wow. So you're the best healer in the world and also equally good at everything else. I think I'll just stop at 'wow.'"

"It's..." She's not sure how much she should talk about home. "It's sometimes hard finding enough different things to do, though. Can you think of a good way to keep a steady supply? I can fill time making magic plants and turning rock formations into prettier rock formations and doing dramatic things with lightning but I don't dare fall into a stable pattern."

"If it isn't secret, I'd just ask the PRT director. Their job is to handle capes, and you would be the opposite of a problem."

"Okay. Where do I find them?"

"Um," she takes a second to remember the directions for people who don't need roads, "that way. It's the one with the dome and the force field, or, the only one that isn't out in the bay. You can't miss it."

"I'm good for a few minutes downtime as long as there's a list ready to go after that."

"I'd like to know the extent of your powers, assuming you're willing to share, and more importantly your plans while you're in Brockton Bay. The impression I have is that it hardly matters what you're doing as long as you're doing things, and that's very little to extrapolate goals from."

"I haven't tried doing all the things I could do, but I can fly about two hundred miles an hour, unless you have a better idea I'm planning to live in a flying castle, here, have a bead that will let you get ahold of me if you need me for anything," Kithabel hands her a wooden bead, "I can fix stuff and break stuff and build stuff and create stuff and control the weather and heal and so on. I can't resurrect the dead. Yet. If there's anybody better at keeping me awake and functional than Panacea I can probably get there in a few years, otherwise it'll take me more than a few. I expect to be able to make people besides myself immune to aging soon. I couldn't stop hearing the Simurgh song, even when I stopped hearing altogether for a moment to see if that worked, and I don't have an estimate on when I'll be able to do that. My plans are to do nice prosocial stuff here until here is out of stuff to do of appropriate scope, then go somewhere else and repeat."

"If something's going on I don't know about it the magic doesn't take it into account unless I have a particularly clear goal. I can probably duplicate the stimulants okay, I can heal without knowing what I'm healing," she goes ahead and heals Piggot, she just did a lot of healing but something's better than nothing, "I'm not great at information-gathering but I could probably find a person with some slightly creative work, I'd rather avoid accumulating enemies and if a fight locked me down into doing just one or two things for too long that's bad but if you have a serious criminal problem I can help here and there."

"Sleep is the single biggest drain on my momentum and I'm nowhere near escape velocity on that. I just take one?"

"Of these, yes. Of Cask's, also yes, though nobody has ever enjoyed swallowing those. Maybe when a sample arrives you can make it less like drinking a quart of gravel."

"Maybe, but I don't have a clue if that's essential to its usefulness." She pops a pill.

"I can do my own wakeup call, but redundancy won't hurt, so if you don't want a flying castle over your city and I don't need to make one to fill a gap in my schedule I can crash here, sure. Lemme see my list."

Kithabel scans it, asks for a map, and phases through the wall to get in the air again. She does all the things. Smog first, she hasn't done anything air quality related recently.

The city is interesting. And big! Her territory at home didn't have this many people. Their technology doesn't seem to be as good as sorcery and specialists, but it's certainly inspired them in interesting directions that the direct approach never yielded.

"On it! Anything else after that's out of the way?"

"That might take time. But yes, a few things to add." Can this bead send text files? No? Verbal it is then. It's more of approximately the same distribution of tasks as before.

That's nice of them! Kithabel heals the contents of this emergency room and then goes to the other hospital. She humidifies the weather a little as she goes; it is very dry and wintery. Maybe later she'll make it snow.

"I'll probably run out of things to do in this city eventually. Can I get another boost? And do you know off the top of your head if there's anything I need to be on the lookout for taking more of these things?" She holds up one of the stimulant pills.

"Nothing at all physically; as long as I'm keeping you de-fatigued anyway I can take care of any side effects for you." She does. "Not that there were any on that time scale, apparently. Can't speak to mentally, especially without knowing what those even are; you'd have to ask the tinker."

"May do." Kithabel pops another pill and drifts forward into the hospital. "There's a lot of decorations up."

"It's almost Christmas," Amy says, surprised as if Kithabel had asked about the most obvious thing in this world.

"Ah."

"I guess you did just get here from Wisconsin. Where are you from before that?" There's probably somewhere where Christmas is unheard-of, right?

"I'd... rather not say."

"O-okay." She looks curious, inevitably, but doesn't press the question.

"Sorry."

"It's fine. A lot of capes have things they'd rather not talk about."

"I wonder how long I can keep awake between you and these pills. Days, maybe."

"It'll start affecting your cognitive functions eventually, I'd be shocked if it took more than a couple days, since I'm pretty sure Armsmaster sleeps. He wouldn't have designed those for the assumption that I'm on hand."

"Maybe he can design different ones for that assumption at some point. Still. Lots better." Healing healing healing.

"Why is it so important that you stay awake? Lots of capes have weird things affect their powers, but the ones that prioritize that over everything else usually aren't very stable."

"Not doing things costs me momentum. If I'm awake and not doing anything I can find something to do, I can float if nothing else, I can make cloud art, I can screw around with plants and make them bear glass fruit, that sort of thing, but if I'm asleep I'm doing absolutely nothing."

"And then you end up less powerful than you possibly could be. Most people are less powerful than they possibly could be, including most capes. Using your power non-stop is worth it?"

"The dropoff is faster than the rampup, so it can get very bad if I sleep in. Besides, what else am I gonna do with myself?"

"Well, if it's what you'd be doing anyway. And I'm definitely not about to try to convince you otherwise."

"I guess I could read more. But I get some reading in when I'm doing things that don't require a lot of attention."

"Not that much, but I do have to look at what I'm doing often enough to make looking at a book annoying. Flying doesn't take much."

"Wow. I have to concentrate for a bit just to fix a broken bone."

"I used to have to do that. I've gotten better."

"I see why you want to never stop."

"If I can get down to no sleep and most cities are as full of things to do as this one I'm planning to resurrect the dead."

"Um. That would be big. How long until you can do that?"

"I don't know exactly. It depends very much on how much I have to do and whether I have to sleep."

"I, well, might be able to help with that."

"You have been..."

"I mean more." She looks around, between healings, and confirms that no one's listening. "I can do brains. I don't, but I can."

"...If you don't, do you think you can just keep me awake, on no practice..."

"Well, teleporting comes in before resurrection. I can just visit a lot."

"I was thinking it'd be easier to fake. If you stop sleeping ever, then you got powerful enough to do it to yourself. If you're constantly coming here, or wherever I happen to be, people might suspect something."

"Escape velocity on sleep is after teleporting, but I guess no one knows that..."

"Definitely not. No one knows there's a normal progression for your power at all, unless you've told anyone else of course."

"Not in that much detail."

"I could try it. I think I could do it, but I never do anything without permission, especially this."

"I haven't gotten anything wrong at all recently, but that's always on regular sicknesses and injuries. Normally if I mess up I can just put things back and try again, but with brains... who knows. There's a reason I tell people I can't do brains."

"I don't know how much I can keep you on track with magic, either. Can you try it on animals or something? Animals sleep."

"I can try it on animals. Good idea. Remember not to tell anyone?"

"Anyone asks, I'm approaching escape velocity on my own."

"Good. I'll let you know if anything goes wrong. If nothing does, I'll be ready after however many days of testing you think is enough."

"It's not how many days so much as how many test subjects and how promising the results."

"I mean, I can tell you what it'll look like, is animals looking perfectly happy after not needing to sleep for however long. If nothing goes wrong of course."

"Mm, call it - three days. Maybe two if these pills crap out on me. Here, have a bead." Kithabel gives her a bead. "Talk to it to talk to me."

"Hello?" Amy asks. She's a bit surprised at not hearing her voice coming through an identical bead on the other end. "Is this on?"

"Yes," says the bead. Kithabel's mouth doesn't move.

Amy puts a few things together. "Oh, right, you've been not doing things for a while now. We should probably stop being all conspiratorial so you don't lose time."

"Mmhm." Forward to heal more people!

All right, full speed ahead.

"You said you might be able to keep me on track with...you called it magic? Not that this is unsafe, but it could always be safer."

"I'll try. I don't get direct feedback from what I'm doing but I will try."

"Okay. Say when you're ready." She takes Kithabel's hand.

Yeah, can she, like, hire a PA or something? ...Is there a way to filter for trustworthy PAs that doesn't involve a lot of Kithabel's time spent hovering and not doing anything else?

Within her constraints, not exactly. It's not like she has a long list of people she can delegate the filtering to. Her current default list of things people want done is coming through the PRT; she might be able to find someone at least as effective as they are using some combination of phone (or bead) interviews and a minimal amount of downtime.

The PRT will do for the time being. If they give her bead to anyone she finds particularly pleasant to work with or who seems to have a good sense of how to prioritize and order tasks for optimal variety, size, and productivity, maybe she'll try to poach them.

She doesn't have a lot of time to go give people customer satisfaction surveys, but when she hears that the internet exists she - with some trial and error - figures out a magic interface for it which she can peep at between and during work. (She starts to range into other cities, as Brockton Bay cleans up.)

She really does kind of need a PA. When she's killing time snorting at the lottery number requests, does anybody seem more like assistant material? Sensible requests in places the PRT isn't covering?

Well, getting it down to two people isn't that bad. Kithabel gives them both her email address and invites them to send her their pitch. Briefly, please.

Second person gets a trial run. What would they like to be paid in? Kithabel probably shouldn't be counterfeiting fiat currency.

Kithabel doesn't mind picking the occasional job based on who happens to have money, as long as she can't just do literally everything. She notifies the PA of her variety requirement, quietly asks Amy about the value of a dollar because adding a little more blackmail material here isn't likely to hurt anything, names a generous salary, and leaves it to the PA to make sure that at least that much is coming in.

That's fine. She doesn't sleep anymore and doesn't need to worry about dragging a sluggish flying castle after her. She's started occasionally trying to teleport, although she hasn't managed it yet.

"I can afford hours, longer with a couple of breaks, and I can rotate between healing and fixing infrastructure and attack and transport and defense and go longer that way, but if I slide back too much I might get killed. I'll hold up better defensively if I know in more detail" or any detail "what to expect to be facing."

"Okay. I'm not at an information-gathering advantage, but I can help with the obvious combat and collateral damage."

"Good. When it happens, you'll know."

Kithabel turns invisible on noticing that this is going on at all. She double-checks that these people are all villains on the Internet.

The guy with the ambulatory whatevers is; Blasto singlehandedly took over East Allston last spring. The duplicator is Spree, one of the more visible and violent members of a local gang, but his ally is harder to find information on in any reasonable time.

Yeah, all right, all these people can go to sleep now.

Those can... float in midair unable to move, then, she isn't sure if they're the sort of thing she wants to destroy. And then she fixes all the everything, including the injured capes, and then she beads the nearest PRT director who has a bead with the location and situation.

Director Armstrong can't claim to have been expecting this, but it's a welcome surprise. He'll have a containment van there in minutes.

Good, good. Next!

Next would be creating a shiny new arc reactor, a duplicate of one she copied while working for the PRT, then another hospital run, she didn't get very far behind schedule.

Excellent.

Kithabel's going to rotate so that she can stay longer. She does not actually know if she can tolerate a direct hit because there's no good way to test that, but she can work on the rain and do rescue and get into fights with tidal waves as they come in. Like that one. Fuck off, tidal wave.

Damage happens. It allows for a lot more of a gradient than deadness does. Leviathan's skin peels away at the point where she's looking, and a gaping wound opens underneath that. As she concentrates it gets gradually deeper, then stops once she's causing injury no faster than Leviathan regenerates. Some well-aimed projectiles bite in and slow his healing. A thick liquid drips from the wound. Then he flicks his tail and a whip of water launches toward some of the fliers, including Kithabel.

Well, freezing it seems to be standard procedure, and she hasn't done that yet. Freeze. Both in place and as a phase change.

It freezes and freezes, and then gets propelled forward by the second wave from the tail's backslash. Meanwhile, the monster takes advantage of the distraction to dive underwater and reappear elsewhere, exchanging blows until knocked backward by an armored cape.

Kithabel just dodges the re-propelled chunk of ice, and scoots the other capes out of the way too. She halts the rain while she flies to Leviathan's new location and opens another hole in him. She's not sure how much it helps, but this time she themes her demand around acid and next time it'll be a burn.

Can Kithabel just pick the damn thing up and fling it out to sea?

Fine, fine. She goes back to putting holes in him in various ways and healing on an alternating basis, occasionally breaking it up by forcing back rain and waves.

Kithabel doesn't think she can speed up everybody, but she makes a guess at who's the most effective and concentrates on them. That wave: go away. Obliteration rather than contrary force, this time, just, bye, wave.

Fuck. Healing. Holes in Leviathan. She copies something somebody was shooting at him earlier that seemed to do some damage.

Every little helps. No one can tell what he's fighting toward, or at least no guesses have been relayed through her communicator. The fight wears on, with more and more wounds appearing on Leviathan and more and more capes falling. Tidal waves get smaller and less frequent.

She's got enough of a rotation going that she doesn't feel the need to nip off and build a flying castle. She persists. This and that and the other thing and chasing every new idea as it comes.

And then a plane of water leaps up from beneath her, joined by a plane coming down from above. Neither seems limited by gravity. They even curl inward to surround her. The top layer turns to ice and stops being actively pulled down, but she's still facing being crushed.

The first thing she thinks of is to go insubstantial. She can't breathe while she's doing that; but she doesn't strictly have to.

The frozen wave from above never reaches her. It gets blasted upward by the column of water. Before the geyser falls back down, Leviathan launches himself through it. He flies past Kithabel, a clawed foot stretching harmlessly through her position. The cape in green starts dueling him, freezing his water echo as fast as it appears and striking at him with some less visible power.

Kithabel stays insubstantial and tries to reinforce whatever Green Dude is doing. This is not as directly effective as things she actually understands, but she hasn't done it yet, and its very vagueness means she can combine it with some healing alternating with rain interference, water deletion, and direct holes-in-Leviathan-making.

Well, she doesn't want to find out. She can shore up her defensiveness - letting the rain fall - but mostly she just wants to get out of the way.

Teleporting: got. It'll be short-range for now but that's all she needs at the moment. She bops around, doing everything she was already doing but that much faster. Like DRILLING HOLES IN THIS MONSTER.

When it is clear that he is going away, Kithabel sets about dealing with healing and flood damage on an alternating basis.

"Maybe next time I'll be able to actually kill one. Didn't take this time when I tried it." She slows down a little so it doesn't look like he's unwelcome to follow, but she keeps flying around, removing water and putting things back together. "I think I was helping you for a bit there but I'm not so good with effects I can't directly perceive."

"Maybe. I don't know exactly how tough they are besides 'too much'."

"Enough that no one has been able to kill one or even seriously injure them. But if you're as powerful as I am and getting stronger, maybe you can eventually. And I think they know it, too. Leviathan was targeting you, at the end. He was at least paying attention, for one reason or another."

"...If they do that sort of thing I might have to sit out of Simurgh fights until I'm built up enough to shut out her singing, in case she can suddenly get louder or something." Go away, flood. Welcome back to the land of the living, random department store. Kithabel's clothes suffered some damage before she went insubstantial; she swaps them and then shoos more floodwater.

"No, that makes perfect sense. I can teleport now, so it's probably worth a very brief check to see if I've developed immunity by next time she shows up, but I don't have any need to listen to more of her."

"I'd know in thirty seconds at most."

"Do you have anything more specific in mind than 'make you stronger'? That might help," Kithabel adds. "Also who are you, I'd feel really stupid if you were someone I did not want to make stronger outside of Endbringer fights." She produces her magic internet doohickey.

Kithabel looks him up on her doohickey. "I can try it without, but knowing what I'm doing lets me, you know, aim. It's not like I have a lot of social life to absorb secrets from me, though." She looks up at the lingering clouds and banishes them.

"I don't think that's how I work," she says, skimming his wiki page and repairing some abandoned cars and a busted Dragon suit which picks up confusedly and flies away upon reassembly. "If you don't want me to try I won't, though." What a promising wiki page. Seems to be a stand-up guy.

"I'm accelerating. I couldn't teleport before today; if I don't slow down I can expect to keep it with increasing range. For instance. I've been working for years, I just used to be small-time, building up by rescuing burned cookies and changing the coat of paint on my bedroom."

"Sorry. I can try again when I have more momentum. Here, have a bead, talking to it talks to me and you can call me in if you need the short-term boost between Endbringers." She gives him a bead. She replaces half the cobblestones in a random alleyway with attractive marble flagstones. She clears the water out of a random grocery store, this time by telekinetically flinging it into a sunbeam and making a rainbow.

Eidolon thanks her for the bead, and then doesn't follow when she zooms off.

How odd. It might be harmless; what does the internet say about BB darkness capes?

There is one. His name is Grue. He and his team are mostly the kind of villains that go out of their way to avoid hurting people, but they're also not-so-secretly trying to take control of the city's criminal world.

Hm. Maybe worth investigating. Can she just see through the dark? It'd have to be really special dark to keep her out.

Okay, so they aren't just traveling in a wad of dark, they are having a fight. She feels many fewer qualms about sending capes and monstercreatures all to sleep and notifying the local PRT.

The local PRT is perfectly happy to collect them. The Undersiders have been excessively slippery so far, and their opponent was more of the unstoppably powerful variety. It would be a very good idea if she didn't wake up until thoroughly contained; how long does this last?

She can turn it into a curse that'll last until somebody prods them with a particular doohickey, if that's particularly called for?

Kithabel leaves the asleep capes and a curse-lifting doohickey that can only be picked up by people in PRT uniform and then departs.

The PRT usually prefers it when capes stick around to describe everything in detail, but they got the most important information and this isn't exactly unusual.

And Kithabel has stuff to do. So much of it! It's great.

She puts the sleeping people to sleep harder. What might be stopping her from seeing other people - invisibility, walls - she focuses on her eyes while fighting the pull towards the blades just for the sake of it.

The dog monster can be stuck very firmly in midair. The blood can stop existing. The snow can get turned into a scale model ice sculpture of Brockton Bay. The force fields aren't troubling her, but everybody can go to sleep now.

And they do.

Good. If that doesn't clear away the force fields, she'll do it herself. And then she notifies the PRT. Again.

"Total of eighteen people, fiveish capes or maybe fewer if one of them was doing two different things."

"There are others, then. They're unlikely to attack you after this, and if they do none of them is particularly resistant to being put to sleep, but it might be a good idea to stay intangible as long as you're here."

"Can do."

And the recently pulled Teeth get brought in to join their leader.

And Kithabel goes back to what she was doing. Insubstantially. It's not the most comfortable, but it's all right.

"Not usually," says Kithabel, but she does turn her head.

"I wonder how you picked that up. Anyway, what do you want?"

"It's not compromised by the Simurgh. That doesn't actually mean it's any good."

"I'm really not sure I want to make you things for an unspecified purpose, and I begin to suspect you can tell how much of a waste of time I think extensively negotiating for it might be."

Sigh. "Two? I suppose I wasn't filtering heavily enough to keep the PAs villain-free but you'd think if two groups were trying they'd trip over each other." She looks up the Haywire device; she finds the purple cape's description legit - "And I still want to know what this is supposed to be for. Not, I assume, swapping books."

"Thank you," says Kithabel. "I will make your device if I do not hate what you're going to do with it and I will just fly away and deal with my villain problem if you don't tell me."

"You want to go home? We might be able to find your world, might not, but pretty much no matter what we find it'll make us important. We're opening portals."

"My world is very nice and I don't want this world's unpleasantness finding its way there."

"We don't have to aim for it then."

"Yeah, don't. And if I find that you've been doing anything nasty to any other worlds I will consider you my personal responsibility, and I will soon enough be able to travel between worlds on my own to find you in that eventuality. Got it?"

She grins again. "Got it."

Yeah, this works fine. Also it means Kithabel's handling her own money now, and she has a lot stored up. She doesn't really need it... for... anything... so she finds some charities and gives most of it away.

She will continue to take occasional independent suggestions from the Internet, but figuring out all her own stuff to do just isn't viable.

Suggestions from the Internet come in over time, some good and some bad. One of the more common ones is to find and remove otherwise-unstoppable threats. They're not all at the level of the Endbringers.

With the available intel on the Blasphemies, for instance, Kithabel is pretty sure she can take 'em. She loads up on standard precautions and travels to Europe.

She could use some support if they have anything in the way of high-level sensory powers that can keep an eye on the whole fight and give her direction as things proceed.

They do. The highest-level one of these can designate a target and know a wide variety of information about it, in the case of a person including everything they're seeing at the time. Kithabel can have a relayed copy of everything her opponents observe, plus extra surveillance from other powers.

How convenient! Kithabel grants her helpers beads. She confirms that she is allowed to kill the Blasphmies if that seems expedient. And then she zeroes in to where they are and attempts to end the fight before it begins, because anticlimaxes would be really great today.

It ceases to exist. She went straight to curse-level sleep attack with these three, so she doesn't try again with that; she just goes ahead and starts trying to kill them. It'll be a first, but she did read up on them enough not to feel particularly bad about it.

Well, Kithabel refuses to explode. And she doesn't hold with this 'weak bones' nonsense either. Fuck that. And now she's seen it done and she would like that to just stop cold without affecting her next time. And if 'damage' won't cut it what if she just deletes the Blasphemies, too, like their construct?

Kithabel extends the true seeing effect as best she can. That pocket dimension: is annoying. Crone should stop being able to access it and the stuff she has out at the moment will BURN.

Kithabel was once annoyed by it being uncomfortable to look right at the sun, so she's okay, if startled. She disintegrates the stuff that so impolitely declined to finish being on fire in the manner approved.