Worm: Imago 21.6, Butcher's Bill: 1.3.1

The Undersiders were here. Minus Tattletale, we were all standing in the street a distance away from a squat building.

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Butcher didn’t react as bugs bit and stung, and capsaicin-laden bugs found her eyes and nose. Her skin was too tough, and she didn’t feel pain, thanks to Butcher twelve’s powers. She was composed as she lifted a gun that would normally have been mounted on the back of a truck. Without putting it down, she held it with one hand and donned her mask.

She turned our way, as though it wasn’t even a question. A sensory power.

Butcher two, the ability to see people’s veins, arteries and hearts through walls.

—Worm: Imago 21.6



When I woke up, it was to a bewildering array of enhanced senses. My eyes were sharper, my nose and ears more sensitive; but beyond that there was a welter of 'seventh senses' that did their best to twist themselves into methods that could be interpreted by the ones I already had. It was surprising how many powers actually routed themselves through something other than my eyes; while Butcher and Lancet saw the nerves and blood vessels that they targeted, Forearmed's danger sense manifested as a feeling of pressure on the skin, and Devil Child's ability to teleport almost felt like an inner-ear imbalance, a simultaneous shift of gravity in the directions that it would be safe for me to go.

—Butcher's Bill: 1.3.1