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  1. It's never explicitly mentioned, but I think it's assumed that it'd produce a steady burn of corruption, since it's always "on." It probably wouldn't be as strong as the corruption produced by using an active power, but I don't think it'd be unnoticeable. 

     

     

    Although, that doesn't seem very fair to me, as the Epic can't even choose to not use the power if they had the strength to do so.

     

    #thisisahugepartofReader'scharacterprogression. :P

     

    So is it all right if I just have Reader taken to the post office again?

  2. One small thing, Twi. I know this is late, but Gregory's like 22, not a teenager. :P Though I guess Vaughn could see him like a teenager...

     

    Also, is there anything for Reader to do? 

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    WARNING: This post contains MAJOR Mistborn: The Final Empire spoilers. If you'd like a spoiler-free version, PM me.

     

    Vaughn led Gregory into what looked like the dressing rooms. "Tell me what you're doing here. You can start with your name and go from there." 

     

    This is just like the time when-- No, focus, Gregory told himself. "Well, my... my name is Gregory. And I'm here because, well, because you didn't smile." 

     

    Vaughn raised an eyebrow. 

     

    "When the entire town was drugged up on Euphoria..." Gregory continued, while fumbling in his pocket for his mobile. "Well, I was looking for a picture, and I saw one of you--and you weren't smiling. And so that made me think, hey, maybe he could be my Dox! I could be Kelsier, and he could be Dox, and we could start..." Gregory then noticed Vaughn's confused face. Oh. He's never read them, has he? "What I mean to say is, I..." His heart was racing, was he actually asking someone to do this with him? Did he actually think that he could bring down the ruling Epics of Corvallis?

     

    If the skaa could bring down the Lord Ruler, then yes.

     

    "I'm wondering if you'd like to, um, help me take down the nob--Epics." 

  4. Good.

     

    About the Portland RP: Could I make it so that a man, who I'll name Jeffery (sorry Corpsey) Wandinson notices the conflict between Timeport and Nighthound. It would be even more fun if Timeport teleported into the guy.

     

    Um...you do realize that if Timeport teleported into him, he'd have maximum one post, considering he'd be dead... right?

     

    In contrast the ability to actually have lava-proof boots is one of the less useful Epic abilities. 

     

    NUH-UH! 

     

    Thefloorislava

     

    Powers: Can turn the floor into lava.

     

    Secondary: Can turn objects momentarily intangible, so anyone standing on them falls into the lava. 

     

    Passive: Has lavaproof boots.

     

    Also, I need a background for Abaddon.

     

    Am I the only one who reads this as "A bad 'un"? As in, a bad one? :P

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    Timeport woke up, though it was still dark. He tried to turn, but his leg was stuck under something. Frustrated, he turned around to look at it, and saw that it was stuck in a wall. 

     

    Oh, that’s why it’s so dark. I’m inside. 

     

    Timeport teleported a few feet away, leaving a leg-sized hole in the wall. He stood up, shaking off the extra bits of broken mech that had transported with him, and looked around, seeing that he was in what looked like a living room, with a once-plush carpet and dusty armchairs. There was only one house close enough to him for him to have teleported into when he resurrected.

     

    Timeport smiled. 

     

    He debated just running through the house to find Neverthere, but he figured that, considering how well she had hidden herself, she wouldn’t just leave herself defenseless. There were probably traps everywhere, and though Timeport couldn’t die, he didn’t have the time to resurrect at every trap. Not for the first time, Timeport cursed the five minute wait on his resurrection. Why couldn’t I just be able to get up and keep going?! While bemoaning his terrible limitations, he glanced back at the hole in the wall. That gave him an idea.

     

    Neverthere had probably trapped the hallways, but the walls were probably perfectly safe. 

     

    Timeport teleported into the wall, keeping it so that his head faced the room. Then, he rotated himself by teleporting, looking into the next room. He continued this for a little while, examining each room in the house. Once, he got caught by a trap and almost exploded, but teleporting ten seconds into the future stopped that from affecting him. Finally, he reached a bedroom on the upper floor that was clearly Neverthere’s: it was the only room in the house not covered in dust. 

     

    There was just one problem: Neverthere wasn’t there. 

     

    Timeport screamed. All of this, for NOTHING?! He wished that he hadn’t left his battleaxe back at HQ. Instead, he settled for teleporting everywhere around the room, destroying everything that he landed in. The bed turned into a small pile of fabric and springs, and the dresser was almost completely decimated, leaving behind a single pant leg. SHE GOT AWAY! After his failure with Chimera, Corpsemaker would be furious! He’d never let Timeport--

     

    Timeport paused as he landed in the wall that faced the outside. Down in the yard, a big and muscular man grabbed onto a very familiar glasses-clad woman: Neverthere. 

     

    Someone else was trying to take the target. Timeport’s target.

     

    Oh no you don’t. 

     

    Timeport ached for his battleaxe, his mech, or at least some type of weapon to use against the kidnapper. As he repeatedly teleported down toward the couple, however, he remembered how much destruction--pure, joyous destruction--he had caused in Neverthere’s room. He didn’t need a weapon. 

     

    His own hands were weapons of their own. 

     

    Finally, Timeport appeared close to Neverthere and her assailant. Timeport grabbed her arm, then smiled as she yelped and looked at him. 

     

    “I believe you’re taking my target.” 

  6. Recaps are always a good option to fill space. ;) I guess apart from events we also could do character recaps, maybe even some small Q&As for those characters.

    You could also list all the reasons the ATTD Epics are on there...

    The Hunt, Nighthound's many atrocities, Deathwish's "flirting"...

    ...on second thought maybe that's not such a good idea. :wacko::P

  7. Unless she bribed him, yes.

    That could make Redlight the best choice, unless she has the aforementioned bribe for Reader. Which could add an interesting dynamic. Actually, mail-mi, what are some reasons why Reader wouldn't out a Koschei fangirl?

    Reader needs someone who provides him with all his wine. :ph34r:

    He'd...actually probably just hold the secret over her head and threaten to reveal it whenever she doesn't want to do what he tells her to.

    Speaking of Reader is there anything for him to do right now?

  8. Twi, I think it's your turn with Vaughn. Unless you want to discuss what happens in the conversation in a PM and skip it all.

     

    Also, did we ever decide anything about the bus chase?

  9. Nice Timeport post :)

    Although the abrupt jump to second person was a tad confusing.

    AH crap! I've been writing a thing that is totally in second person, and it snuck in a bunch of times. I thought I'd gotten it all....

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    Timeport smiled as he looked up at the house. It was pretty nondescript, and looked pretty much like the houses around it. No doubt it was laced with tons of lethal traps to stop any intruders from accidentally (or purposefully) stumbling in on her.

    The thing was... if you looked up "lethal" in Timeport's dictionary, it was defined as "harmless."

    Let's do this.

    No sooner had Timeport taken a step toward the house when something grabbed onto the back of his Iron Man mech. He spun around and saw... what? That was his first thought, at least. They looked like normal humans, but they had, for whatever reason, decided to wear masks. Timeport rolled his eyes and blasted one of them with a bolt of energy from his iron glove. He began to dispatch the others quickly, but, then, the first one was back. Recoiling slightly, Timeport saw black smoke rising out of their wounds, slowly but surely healing them back to full health.

    Oh crap.

    Then they attacked.

    Oh CRAP!

    Timeport teleported 30 seconds into the future and five feet to the left. The strange humans didn't even have the grace to look confused, and immediately when he reappeared, all four of them turned back on Timeport. "Electro!" Timeport shouted, blasting the nearest attacker. "I could really use some help!"

    Small blasts of electricity began to fire from behind Timeport. They sliced off fingers and hands, but sure enough, each sliced body part swiftly grew back, like a gruesome worm poking its head out of dirt. Timeport teleported around, firing blasts, but the humans--he didn't know if they were minor Epics with the same powers as each other, or gifted vanillas--were just too quick, too agile.

    Timeport teleported a couple times away for a moment to take stock of the situation. Strangely, it seemed like the assailants were leading them toward the hot girl's house, not away from it. Not hers, then? Timeport thought. Huh... If they weren't hers, then that meant someone knew that they were there.

    Ah well.

    Timeport's fingers ached for blood, and blood they would get. Teleporting right behind one of the humans, he raised his hand and fired a blast of energy right into the back of its head. Its head exploded, covering Timeport in that delicious, delicious blood, then it dropped, presumably dead for good. One down, three to go.

    They were almost at the door of the girl's house. For a brief moment, Timeport considered teleporting right into the house and getting the girl and ignoring the fight, but the fun part of his brain kept him with the battle. He smiled as he teleported around, shot blasts at the too-quick humans, almost killed them several times, and had a general good time. Electo seemed to be enjoying it as well, though he still hadn't even managed to kill one of them. Ha ha ha, once again I prove I'm better than yo--

    Suddenly, two of the remaining three attackers grabbed onto him, and before he could shake them off, a blinding white light enveloped his field of vision. It completely demolished his mech and dashed him to pieces, and in the brief moments before Timeport died, he saw that Electro had fared better, but only just: his mech was still together, though it didn't look like it was going to be, well, functional anymore.

    The next second, Timeport opened his eyes to the comforting red light of Calamity. He blinked, confused. What in the name of The High Epic just happened?!

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