Elithanathile

Alright, confirming that I just think I'll be too busy to really give this one the attention it deserves. Good luck though, and I'd like to see how it goes.

Well society tends to be decided by the majority, or the minority in power. I will admit that you have power, but I think that in this case the majority probably decides the policy. And it's 45 to 2 now.

Considering signing up but I have a lot going on and don't want to end up going inactive. It looks really cool though, and I'll decide before the sign-ups end.

Thanks Cole! No offense, but I do prioritize my own win condition above yours. I would be willing to trade an item you need, though, if you say some that you don't have yet.

Well, since Drake already outed (curse you and your RP family for that, by the way,) yes, I am the Black Market Dealer. First off, I am so, so sorry to Ecthelion III and Alvron for taking your best items. No I won't give them back. My win condition is to have 5 items I didn't start the game with. I currently have 3. I'd ask who has rare items, but if I leave the city, I'm pretty sure any items I have go with me, so you won't want to lose your good items. I'll just have to try and trade for them anyway. Also yeah, that was me passing that on to you, Elenion. So I'm sorry for all the trouble I've caused, but I do still want to win this game. I don't particularly care too much about whether the reckoners or epics win, and people dying actually hurts my condition, which is why I haven't voted yet this game. That's my current position, and I'll try to be more active. I'd slacked off for a while since I was waiting on the writeups to do some more RP stuff.

Isn't everyone?

Would each family be considered a faction of it's own?

Because a tachyon is a particle that moves faster than light, thus denoting possible time travel through Einstein's theory of relativity? My other guess is because it's a portmanteau of Tacked-On if you made him up on the spot. Or Talk-Yawn

And here we go. A girl hurtled past Falchion and into the underground base, tumbling into a quick roll before ending up against a cupboard, her legs and arms sprawled out in a way that looked almost natural. “Sword-man. Knew we’d meet again, ya slontze.” Was she a precog and had actually known they would meet again? Or was it just a turn of phrase? He filed it away for later, just in case. “Seeing as you just accidentally saved my life, I suppose I don’t really want to kill you. So… Congratulations?” Ah. So this is what they called a tsundere. Good to know. “That’s very nice, whoever you are. Now get out of my way.” He dropped her into one of the safe houses a few blocks away, easy enough for her to stay at or escape as she felt she needed. Maybe he would go back and check up on her if he survived this. Then, rain lashing at his face and wind buffeting any loose bits of clothing, Falchion stepped out into the wind, fifty feet above the ground. “Hi guys! Falchion’s back!” His voice dropped, dead serious. “Now start running.” The mass of people looked upwards, noticing him, before a figure that he recognized as tin-man grabbed the arm of his partner and started running. Oh good, he always knew he was a smart one. The rest seemed content to gape upwards at him. No wait. They were looking at something past him. His gaze crawled up past his own height, settling on a woman who seemed to be hovering in air, long flowing robes flapping around her. A look of disdain on her face clear, looking down at everyone present as if they were ants already beneath her boot. A smile crawled onto Falchion’s face as he laughed out, a short barking sound. “Ah, Balelight I presume?” His one eye glared up, taking her silence as agreement. “I think you and me need to have some words.” An epic he didn’t recognize spoke up from behind the larger than life figure. “Our goddess has no need to speak to rabble like you! Bow down before-sssss” His voice cut off into a wet hissing sound as his detached head fell to the ground several feet away from it’s original position, quickly followed by the rest of his body. A mass of salt that had been keeping him and several other epics afloat disintegrated, particles streaming to the ground alongside screaming epics. Falchion kept smiling, having not moved an inch. “And here I was hoping you might have something interesting to say. No loss, though.” A claymore dropped into Falchion’s left hand while a small dagger was embraced by the right. “Your move, White Queen.” Yeah, I added a bunch of stuff here that wasn't exactly in the writeup or other RP stuff, but I needed some cannon fodder for Serious!Falchion to take out, and wanted some more lore stuff for Balelight in general. Still don't know what her abilities are, but we'll go with Falchion not knowing either. Your move, White Queen.

Not really, besides the "everyone is neutral now" thing, but really nothing to single her out. Everyone in-thread seemed to go along with it without any qualms.

And just checking, would one of the GMs be willing to do the RP for Balelight in-thread, if they're not too busy? The alternative is waiting for the next writeup to see how they react, which could make RPing tricky. Still working on next RP section.

I love the fact that Robin starts talking tough against Balelight, but splits once he catches a hint of Falchion coming. Smart guy.

Drat. I was hoping for some more info. I'll just have to make do, I suppose. Thanks for the heads-up though! Also I vote for hoping that Tachyon comes back and saves us all. Weighted eyelids flickered open to the sight of a cold metal floor, a rivet sticking up out of the metal not an inch from his eyes. Well eye now, Falchion mentally rescinded, the sensation of hot fluid cascading down his face and a sudden hollow feeling still all too fresh in his memory. Slowly his arms worked their way up before pressing palms flat against the floor and he started to climb to his feet. Then his right arm twitched violently, a spasm that almost bent the limb the wrong way as his body crashed down onto the injured arm, his clothing roughly grating the still oh so sensitive skin. He screamed, a sound that rasped past his raw vocal cords and ended in a heaving cough. He stayed there for a time, thinking it might be better to just stay down, wait for the pain to fade. Then he gritted his teeth and wrenched himself to his feet using his one good arm, fighting against the burning pain that still lingered. He wavered on his feet, but managed to stay standing. His left hand gripped his right arm, holding it tight through the occasional spasm or twitch, after-effects of being hit by sparking lightning. Oh look, a pun. Falchion half-shuffled, half-walked through a small kitchen and past a fake plastic throne complete with skeleton, his right leg still numb, but at least able to move properly. Inside a room dedicated to shelves and cupboards filled with everything from spare silverware to duct tape, he slumped down on a rolling desk and used his good arm to yank open a drawer, searching inside for a small brown bottle of pills. On the outside of the bottle was a hand-written label. "Do nut, eat. Dnger. Taek too for deth." Falchion considered for a moment, then downed 5 of the small brown pills. Almost immediately the burning ache in his arm began to fade and his leg seemed to recover slightly. It was only a stop-gap method, keeping his body running through almost anything for a few hours. Hopefully that would be enough. No more Mr. Nice Epic. Falchion strode more confidently to glass cabinet across the room and threw open the door, pulling out a item of black leather. "I knew this would come in handy," he mumbled to himself as he tightened the eye-patch securely around his head. "Take that you paranoid megalomaniac." Then he opened a portal and was gone. Sorry Paranoid King, but I kinda killed of your Reckoners RP character for Falchion's backstory. But hey, you've got a throne now.

So as someone who's not as involved in the Reckoner's RP section of the site, could I get a rundown on Balelight? Including powers and how to defeat her? Also possible emotional weaknesses to exploit?

I will confess I laughed when I read the write-up for Crimsn's death. I'm not sorry.

This is the most dysfunctional cosmic family ever. With pancakes. It's beautiful.

Urge... to ship... growing... Wait, I'm supposed to be the third member here! And I just got my character taken out for the next week or two. *Thumps head on desk repeatedly.* I will return! Eventually! Please don't do too much without me. I'm lonely...

Yeah, I know lightning is rarely fatal and can be survived with pretty minimal injuries, but I wanted to make this a bit more severe. It might be a bit unrealistic, but I tried to keep it somewhat believable. If it's too much though, I can tone it down. It'll probably end up resulting in some kind of personality change as well. Not to mention he can get a rocking eyepatch now.

Just read the write-up! I'm famous! Woot! Up above the roof of the hospital, Falchion grimaced as it started to rain, and redirected the rain above his head to the inside of the hospital. Maybe it would help wash away some of the stink. But the precipitation wasn't helping his eyesight any, making it almost impossible to tell where his quarry was at. Squinting, he thought he could make out the forms of two people dashing out one side of the building. He couldn't tell if it was them or not, but couldn't afford to be indecisive at this point. A portal opened up above the fleeing duo, and a large heavy form dropped out, a car he'd nabbed from the parking lot. His aim was off due to the tempest though, and it crashed to the ground just to their left. Neither one paused. Trying to take more careful aim, Falchion's head moved to almost directly above the cyborg and epic, preparing for his next shot. This would probably just cripple them, and he could deal with them from there. With almost no warning his vision erupted in light and the right side of his face burned like it had been pressed into a hot iron. Eyes open wide he screamed as he felt his face crack and shift. Without warning his right eyeball burst, the superheated insides unable to be contained. Then it was gone and he was lying in the mud, the cold rain soothing on his rapidly cooling face. In the distance he could hear the sound of running footsteps. It seemed almost impossible, but Falchion managed to push himself onto his knees before creating a portal back to his base, just before falling into it, completely unconscious. The portal winked out just after he passed through. ... Well that wasn't planned at all. I figured, so he'd go closer to get better aim. It's a thunderstorm. His head's the highest thing around for miles. Yeeeeep. That's gonna happen. So congrats, @BrightnessRadiant and @Ecthelion III, it looks like you don't die today! We'll see how he's feeling in a few weeks though. Also not actually sure how eyeballs respond at insanely high temperatures, but figured this could be within reason. I did some research, but for some reason nobody has done exhaustive testing on the subject. Can't imagine why not.

Well virtually always. And this could be a faction game with one of the factions colored red. Or the GMs changed around the colors to mess with us. Just saying that Reckoners=elims is possible, but not the only option.

Can't resist joining up, even though I was wary. Hopefully I can deal with both this and MR24 at the same time. I'll join up as Elithanathile, which is still a cool name. My rule is that a married couple (Ecth's rule) can choose to adopt another player that is not already an adopted child or married via an action if both spouses agree. The adopted child does not have to agree to this. The parents have all knowledge about their adopted child's role, alignment, items, and are added to any PMs created or in use. The parents can choose to give their child any information about themselves or add them into any PMs. Their win conditions and actions are not shared. After 3 cycles of being a couple's adopted child, the child may choose to leave the family, but only if they are currently married. A couple can only have one adopted child at a time. If the child dies they may adopt a new child with no repercussions. Grief RP is encouraged though. Edit: I was told this is very harsh on the child, so changing it that the child does have to agree to the adoption. Pick good parents, kids!

So the Reckoners are the villains in this game, it would seem. Or the GMs on high just changed around the colors to mess with us. Which I'm not putting past them. Also doesn't look like we did too badly on the lynch. @Crimsn-Wolf, do you have any more information on what happened with that failed kill action on you? Walking down the hallway, sneakers painted red, Falchion considered his options. His target had escaped with the assistance of the girl, and then more people had gotten involved. His job would be much more difficult if people knew what he looked like, so a direct confrontation wasn't an option. So the next path? Set a trap. Robin Elwood had to die, but he had months before that time. so he could afford to wait a few more minutes. A step later and he was on the landing pad at the roof of the building. Another one and he was standing on the ground a hundred feet up. Now to wait.

I know that PK is currently moving into college, so he's probably really busy. At this point getting a random lynch is not going to happen, but I'm still cautious of voting. I won't vote this cycle since a vote in the last 15 mins looks really suspicious. "Nice sword, ya slontze." Someone ran by, casting a disparaging comment back over their shoulder. Another person wearing normal clothing, so probably not infected. Falchion looked at the ceiling in gratitude. "See! Someone gets it!" As he trailed after the group, still catching his breath, he muttered to himself "Why are there so many people here? We're on the second floor of a hospital and I already killed everyone here, but people just keep popping out of the woodwork! First we get the girl, then cyborg-dude, then the police officer, then another random person! Is this some kind of gathering spot? I mean honestly, this is just getting crazy..."

Yeah, I mistook that, sorry. It was a good clarification to make anyway, I just didn't want to stuff it in with the RP stuff.

The officer is @Frozen Mint actually. Welcome to the RP, by the way! Looking forward to where this goes. And I'm guessing that the char isn't actually a police officer, but Falchion doesn't know that, so he's guessing about who would actually run towards a possible epic battle, much less shoot at them. And Frozen's char said they didn't know which one was the epic, so they shot at all three. Then you see someone run off encased in a forcefield and bullets come back at you. There was no sign that it was Falchion that redirected the bullets, and they've seen proof of an epic, while they don't have any proof that Falchion is one. Also they don't know what the dead bodies are from. Might be from the other epic.