Editing Bitter Pill (section)

==Abilities and Powers==
Bitter Pill is a [[tinker]], specializing in medicine and drugs. Her drugs are primarily temporary in effect, requiring regular doses to have long-lasting effects.<ref name="10.x 1" /> She sells her drugs untested on the black market for money and favors.<ref name="10.x 1" />
===Equipment===
*Drugs that transform those who consume them essentially into zombies that obey her orders.<ref>On the other side of the bottleneck were sixteen villains with a scattered few mooks.  Mooks augmented with Bitter Pill’s tinker stuff, it looked like.  Foaming at the mouths, in a way.<br/><br/>[...]<br/><br/>Bitter Pill had a group of six men and women around her, toward the back.  They looked like zombies.  Each had their heads lolling back, and black fluid flowed from their mouths like water from the edge of an overflowing sink.  She was giving them orders, her voice lost in the other noises. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2018/03/06/shadow-5-4/ Excerpt] from [[Shadow 5.4]]</ref>
*Truth serums<ref name="3.6 1">“Powers complicate things, and they’ve got a lot of powers there,” Anelace said.<br/><br/>“Bitter Pill, tinker,” Brio said.  “A lot of the people in Hollow Point are expected to partake, and that means truth serums, just to start with.” - [https://www.parahumans.net/2018/01/23/glare-3-6/ Excerpt] from [[Glare 3.6]]</ref>
*Medicine capable of reversing her transformations.<ref>“What’s it going to take to heal them?” I asked.<br/><br/>“I have the stuff.  Healing.  It should get them to ninety, ninety-five percent.  They’ll be hungry.  Good enough?” Bitter Pill asked, a condescending note in her voice, her gaze too casual and distracted.<br/><br/>“Good enough,” I told her. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2018/12/18/blinding-11-1/ Excerpt] from [[Blinding 11.1]]</ref>
*An unknown vial, apparently her last resort when surrounded.<ref>My team was standing beside me.  I could see Bitter Pill holding a bottle so the cap was between her index and middle fingers, ready to drop it.<br/><br/>I wondered if Sveta would be able to catch it.<br/><br/>She hadn’t let herself be surrounded without a trick up her sleeve.  The question was whether she’d throw all sense to the wind and go with that, or if she’d take the other route. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2018/12/18/blinding-11-1/ Excerpt] from [[Blinding 11.1]]</ref>
*A liquid that transforms her body into being twice as tall, with flexible limbs and super strength.<ref>They’d been able to abandon the ‘door’ because reinforcements had come.  Bitter Pill was the first to make her way in, twice as tall as she had been but not twice as thick around, with limbs that flexed like they had rubber and not bone inside.  Her mouth yawned open, froth flowing from the corner lowest to the ground, and her tongue lolled out, extended in length.  She had a soldier in each hand, and she flexed her entire body to heave one up, then slam him into the nearest corner.  The other she shoved face-first into the frozen dirt, with enough strength to leave a furrow behind.- [[Heavens 12.9]]</ref>
*Nanomachines that cause victims to produce large amounts of a thick gray liquid from their orifices until they burst. <ref>The man smiled, ear to ear, his eyes wide enough to reveal the whites.  A gray stain began to spread across the front of his pants, then the back.  What began as a leak became a pumping, a stone-gray liquid with the consistency of oatmeal flowing out of his pants leg to pile up around his shoe.  Bucketfuls of the stuff filled the one pants leg and then began to flow out of the other.<br/><br/>The smile didn’t leave his face as fluid bubbled out of his mouth, then ears.  His skin distended as the stuff piled up beneath it, his smile remaining so tight that it threatened to tear at his flesh.<br/><br/>Skin stretched so tight it was translucent, he began sweating, and the strained-out version of the stuff had an oily sheen. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2020/04/28/last-20-e6/ Excerpt] from [[Last 20.e6]]</ref> The nanomachines cause mutations to the bodies of the victims, and eyes and mouths appear in the piles of the liquid as it dries. <ref>If the fluids were put together with the original body mass of the man and the old woman, they were each triple the size they’d been, and the fluids showed no signs of stopping.  The fluid that had settled for a while was changing in composition.  Grey, it dried and it cracked, seams and wrinkles spreading across it.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>Bubbles rose to the surface of the grey ‘oatmeal’.  They popped as they swelled to a certain size, and left either toothy cavities or eyes where they’d been.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>The man’s stomach tore open, the grey stuff spilling out, foaming, and gushing from the intestines and organs that had torn apart.  Blood and the red edges of torn flesh and internals mingled with the grey oatmeal.<br/><br/>Teeth began to protrude from the edges of the wound, the portion of the midsection that was nearly torn in half becoming a mouth.  Intestines joined with the grey oatmeal to form a tongue, with flesh like an elephant’s skin.<br/><br/>...<br/><br/>The old woman, hunched over, was gripping her forearms.  Fingers bent, twisted, and then dug in, tearing at flesh.  She broke her own bones, and the grey shit flowed through the open wounds as she pulled forearms away from elbows.<br/><br/>The grey junk crawled through the stringy mess that extended from the two parts of the arm, inflating and extending it.  She lurched to her feet, her legs bound up in a skirt of the mess, and when she let go of her forearms, the grey stuff was solid enough that they remained extended. - [https://www.parahumans.net/2020/04/28/last-20-e6/ Excerpt] from [[Last 20.e6]]</ref>