Sometime down the line, when Taylor actually gets some Alcohol in her:
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Taylor: "Oh thank God! Well, some of them; certainly not the ones trapped in me! HA! Oh yea, did I mention that, I have Gods -- With a capital 'G' -- stuck in my head.. AND THEIR NOT ALONE! HehehehahaHAHA*HIC* Yea, you wouldn't believe the mess I got going up in here! But now I've found you!" Taylor gestures to the bottle in here hand, "My sweet, adorable, lovable nectar of the gods you, yes you are, yes you are!" Taylor rubs her cheek against the bottle. Taylor suddenly jumps up, and takes a deep swig of the bottle.
Taylor: "Where was I, Oh yea, so I got LOTS of guys trapped in my head, like a prison really, apparently if some of them escape, they could end the multiverse! Oh yea, apparently the one that came closest to doing that..... A GOAT! A FRIKK'N GOAT!!! Never did get the story about that one.... Oh well, that's not the worst of it, I got Gods, Elder Gods, Eldritch Abominations, Fae, hundreds of people...and they're there ALL THE TIME!!! Can't think, can't focus, can't remember...anything, can;t remember my name, can't remember my past, just randomness. Bits of one person here, bits of another person there, all tied together by some barely sane -- HA!! Sane -- ....Not me... But not anymore! I've found my Salvation, my Messiah, my Holy Grail, my dear sweet Ambrosia from the Gods!"
Taylor takes another big gulp out of the bottle.
Taylor: "Oh yeah, and not all the voices like me. Hahaha. One of them tricked me into eating this weird fruit, and I went kinda crazy for a while there -- But I'm better now!!! -- though I'm kinda a fairy now, like a literal fairy, no longer human, one with nature, and all that jazz. I wonder if I have wings now? Though let me tell you, this stuff is GREAT!!! I can finally THINK, I can finally REMEMBER!!! I can finally FOCUS. But it was so HARD getting some of this stuff! I mean last time I got this close to getting a drink some ABB goons shot the glass right out of my hand! THEN they shot the poor bartender! It was so hard to hold back killing those guys... ALL that wasted booze!"
Taylor goes to take another swig of the bottle, only to realize it's empty...
Taylor: "NOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!! What sorcery is this, where has my Ambrosia gone! Get me another bottle!"
The shell-shocked bartender cast a hopeful glance at Armsmaster, hoping he'd save him from the obviously insane (or at at the least a REALLY bad drunk) -- and underaged -- parahuman who had stormed in to the bar and used some kind of telekinesis to grab the first bottle she saw... Which unfortunately turned out to be a 190 proof moonshine, meant for lite sipping... and proceeded to down 1/2 the bottle in one gulp... He was honestly shocked she wasn't comatose from alcohol poisoning already...
Armsmaster, who had come in response to a report of a parahuman storming wildly into the bar, and had come in just as Taylor had started her rant, wanted to just dismiss it all. He wanted to arrest her, and gain the prestige of her capture. He wanted to lightly question the bartender, to find out if duress was involved, or if he willingly served alcohol to a minor. He wanted to do many things, but one thing held him back. One thing stopped him, multiple times, from stepping in and stopping her rant by sedating her. One thing, and one thing alone, made him sit down in the bar-stool next to her, and nod a positive to the bartender, and ask for a glass himself, "make it a quadruple..."
Armsmaster downed the first glass, and motioned for another, all the time reviewing the conversation, looking for any sigh of it being wrong, of there being an error, but everything tested out.
According to his lie-detection software... Every single word she spoke was the unmitigated truth.
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Honestly, this is the first quest I've ever followed (found it thanks to fanfiction.net), so don't know if omakes are something typically done with them... But the muse spoke, and I listened.