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[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Argh I can't wait either! I'm going to introduce Quota as soon as I can because introducing Quota = bad memories dredged up = Remington has flashbacks = I introduce the Epic I've been teasing you all about! And that means we can start the Halloween RP! 

 

 

 

What do you think? Start it October 1? 

[Kobold King he/him]

You wanna go next Kobold?

 

Ah! How could I forget Crow? He's awesome!

 

And sure, I'll try to get something up. There's not much to do though other than have Sam begin mourning her lost sock.

 

 

Argh I can't wait either! I'm going to introduce Quota as soon as I can because introducing Quota = bad memories dredged up = Remington has flashbacks = I introduce the Epic I've been teasing you all about! And that means we can start the Halloween RP! 

 

 

What do you think? Start it October 1? 

 

Yay! At least, I think "yay" is the proper response. "Yay" for us, "OH GOD NO" for the characters.

 

October 1st sounds reasonable. Gives us a whole month for the RP to play out. Will you be the GM again, Twi?

[Edgedancer he/him]

Argh I can't wait either! I'm going to introduce Quota as soon as I can because introducing Quota = bad memories dredged up = Remington has flashbacks = I introduce the Epic I've been teasing you all about! And that means we can start the Halloween RP! 

 

 

What do you think? Start it October 1? 

Comming this October

 

Your

worst

nightmare

unleashed.

 

Ah! How could I forget Crow? He's awesome!

 

And sure, I'll try to get something up. There's not much to do though other than have Sam begin mourning her lost sock.

Maybe denial?

 

Alright, I myself am already to tired to write something useful up.

 

What about the black hole?

Edited September 4, 2014 by Edgedancer

[Kobold King he/him]

What about the black hole?

 

I... actually, I have no idea. I would say that the growth of diamond would continuously loop from one end of the pocket universe to the other, filling it up and encasing Lucentia. If she survived being compressed by diamond for long enough, eventually it would create a black hole, which might create a corresponding wormhole. I don't know enough about the physics to accurately predict what would happen. 

[Edgedancer he/him]

I... actually, I have no idea. I would say that the growth of diamond would continuously loop from one end of the pocket universe to the other, filling it up and encasing Lucentia. If she survived being compressed by diamond for long enough, eventually it would create a black hole, which might create a corresponding wormhole. I don't know enough about the physics to accurately predict what would happen. 

We need a physics major, so he can explain our physics breaking powers to us!

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Ah! How could I forget Crow? He's awesome!

And sure, I'll try to get something up. There's not much to do though other than have Sam begin mourning her lost sock.

Yay! At least, I think "yay" is the proper response. "Yay" for us, "OH GOD NO" for the characters.

October 1st sounds reasonable. Gives us a whole month for the RP to play out. Will you be the GM again, Twi?

I could, but if you or Edge wanted to take over I'd be fine with that. It might even make more sense, since it'll be Möbius driving the story.

[Kobold King he/him]

I could, but if you or Edge wanted to take over I'd be fine with that. It might even make more sense, since it'll be Möbius driving the story.

 

I've never GM'ed one of these--for that matter, WHIO is the only RP I've ever been involved with. But I could certainly try my hand at it.

 

All there really is to it is showing the players no mercy and flaunting your total domination of the narrative, right?

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

I've never GM'ed one of these--for that matter, WHIO is the only RP I've ever been involved with. But I could certainly try my hand at it.

All there really is to it is showing the players no mercy and flaunting your total domination of the narrative, right?

Precisely. And every time someone has an original thought, post a .gif of a crying baby and type "YOU'RE MESSING UP MY PLAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNS!"

Really, all I've done so far is approve Epic ideas and twists involving my characters, settle disagreements about power limitations, and learn everyone's weaknesses.

[Kobold King he/him]

Precisely. And every time someone has an original thought, post a .gif of a crying baby and type "YOU'RE MESSING UP MY PLAAAAAAAAAANNNNNNNNNS!"

Really, all I've done so far is approve Epic ideas and twists involving my characters, settle disagreements about power limitations, and learn everyone's weaknesses.

 

Should I start practicing?

 

 

Learning everyone's weaknesses? Yeah, I could do that. 

 

(Honestly though, it feels like you do a lot more. RP-wise you drive most of the story, and you keep the other players balanced well with each other.)

[Mailliw73 he/him]

A healer would help balance out the factions a bit more, the whackos have zombies, CM has Toymaker, and now TT has a healer to heal wounded soldiers so now they've all got virtually unlimited soldiers to throw at each other.

Why yes, yes they do. Is that a problem?   

Well sparks. I planned on finding a way to neutralize him without spending weeks trying to guess his weakness first. Now the foreshadowing has sealed our fate.

Too bad that the quote you quoted is a lie. A blatant lie. Someone can utilize his weakness.   

Is there anyone from TT still on? Trying to plan Strongsteels entrance

  I can plan now.

Awesome!

Does Chimera take diamonds as payment?

  Yes. Yes he would. I'll come up with a list of available creatures soon.

So much pony, we need more. we need MOAR!

 

Edit: this should have been an edit.

  Does anyone know of a way to make them on mobile?

"Hey. Moby." 

Möbius closed her eyes in a moment of silent frustration. Slaughterhouse rarely bothered using her preferred title of "Your Majesty," or even her full name, for that matter. If you weren't so useful… "Yes, Slaughterhouse? What is it?" 

"Turn around, will ya?" 

"I will when you learn proper manners." 

"Just turn around." 

Möbius did so, her eyes narrowing at the sight. "Slaughterhouse, what did you do with your shirt? I've warned you about public nudity before, but this—" 

"Wasn't my fault this time." He lifted a bit of cloth, which she snatched from his hand. 

It was a shirt in form only. The short sleeves were adorned with buttons in the shape of typewriter keys, spelling out "YOU ARE A BUTTFACE" on one and "STOP TOUCHING MY BUTT" on the other. A kitten formed from a thousand rainbow-hued rhinestones nibbled playfully at its own tail on the front. The cloth was of some sort that changed from deep purple to shimmering pink as the light moved across it. "What is this?" 

"It was my shirt, before she got to it." 

"She?" Möbius read the left sleeve again. It must have been a powerful Epic to hold Slaughterhouse down and force this monstrosity onto his torso. An angry one, too, if the message she'd written there was any indication. 

"Some matter transformer. Said she wants to meet with you, but I said—" 

"Send her in." 

"'Scuse me?" 

"Send her in. I want to meet her." When Slaughterhouse did not move, Möbius glared. "If you obey the order she wrote on your sleeve, she will have no reason to transform your pants." 

 

The matter transformer turned out to be a young woman with chin-legnth dark hair and a dress that hurt Möbius' eyes the longer she looked. Lights embedded in her knee-high socks blinked in no discernible pattern. Most striking, however, was the deep frown that creased her face. Möbius knew that look well, having worn it many times since Calamity. Someone had angered this transformer, and she wanted to even the score. 

"You asked for an audience," Möbius said. "And you have one. Speak." 

"Lightwards." 

The pathetic necromancer who had tried to kill her? "Is he still alive after what I did to him?" 

"He hates you." 

That answered her question, then. "What have you to do with him?" 

The transformer pursed her lips in displeasure. "I want him dead. I want him dead forever." 

Precisely what Möbius had wanted when she trapped him in midair. "And you have a way to ensure this, I presume?" 

For the first time since being ushered in, the transformer smiled—widely, deeply, darkly. Möbius liked that smile. It promised hours of fun with one of her least favorite Epics. 

 

"Liiiiighhhhhhhhtwaaaaarrrrrds!" 

Lightwards knew that voice, and for once, it did not frighten him. "Ah, Doctor Funtimes. Here to avenge your pet boyfriend, are you?" 

"Uh-huh!" 

Nighthound chuckled. "This should be entertaining." 

Her giggle floated through the open door. "I made a friend!" 

Lightwards stood, smiling. Her attempt at avenging Traveler—Nathan—had been pathetic. Beyond pathetic, when it came to Nighthound. The acid had not harmed either of them for long. It was painful, yes, but the upside to resurrection was that death never lasted. "Oh?" 

"She did indeed." 

Lightwards' heart stopped, only to double its pace. He knew that voice. But it couldn't be her. Couldn't be. It was a recording, that was it. Funtimes had recorded her voice and brought it back to Portland to—

And then she was there, striding into the room in those hiking boots of hers, arms swinging casually at her sides. But it was her smile, that thin-lipped smile of genuine anticipation, that made Lightwards want to throw himself out the window. 

Not that it would help. 

"Funtimes," Lightwards said slowly, unconsciously backing against a wall, "what is she doing here?" 

"She's my new friend!" 

"Whatever she is to you, she is not your friend." 

"Oh, but I am, Lightwards." Möbius smile widened slightly. "She and I had much to discuss about you." 

Nighthound stepped smoothly between them, but Möbius rolled her eyes. "Oh, please." With a wave of her hand, Nighthound and the floor he stood on vanished from sight. 

​There was no escape. There was only him, Doctor Funtimes—and Möbius. "Funtimes, I'm sorry. I'm sorry about your pe—about Traveler. Please, I was only trying to cure you of your—" 

The Doctor giggled. "Can you make him better?" 

"Bring him back to life? Yes. I'll make him a Warrior just as soon as you bring him to me." 

"Not like that." She stepped forward, still grinning. "For real." 

Lightwards tried unsuccessfully to back away further. "Funtimes, please. Come to your senses." 

"She did, Lightwards." Möbius smiled, resting her hand lightly on his arm. "She found me." 

 

"A closet. You have existence itself at your fingertips, and you lock us in a closet." 

"This isn't it, Nighthound." 

The feral Epic chuckled. "I don't see how she could add much more than this." 

"Those boxes." Lightwards cast a nervous glance at the stacks of cardboard. "She'll do something with them, I know she will." 

"Please. We're immortal." 

"That's what scares me." 

A giggle floated through the door. "Are you ready for fun?" 

Lightwards wished he could walk through walls. 

A sudden light illuminated the closet with scattered rainbows. One—two—three—four disco balls sprang from the ceiling and spun in lazy circles. 

"Good. Now that we can see, we'll find a way out." 

"There's no way out. This closet is its own universe." 

"You should listen to your companion, Nighthound." That was Möbius. "He knows me well." 

"Funtimes, please! I'm begging you, don't do this!" 

A moment passed in silence. "Is that what Traveler said before you killed him?" 

Nighthound chuckled. "It was indeed." 

"Nighthound, stop!" 

Funtimes giggled again. "I sure won't!" 

Before Lightwards could speak, the cardboard boxes sprang to life, paper turning to dark, sickly green scales and teeth. Lightwards counted three—four—five alligators before they sprang on him. 

​

Doctor Funtimes giggled. "That was fun." 

"It certainly was." Möbius laughed. "I have done some strange things with pocket universes, Doctor, but this is the first time I've ever trapped someone in a disco alligator closet." 

Her giggle became a laugh, one they shared. 

"So," Möbius said when she got her wind back, "where to next?" 

Funtimes grinned. "Ever heard of Las Funtimes?" 

​Las…."Las Vegas, you mean?" 

She giggled. "Not for long."

  ...

That was insanely creepy. I never really thought Funtimes was very scary. Not until now.

I know I'm answering this out of order, but….SACCHARINE. SHE IS AWESOME. READ. NOW.

 

As for the limited-run Halloween RP, that's actually a fun idea. Everyone can play with their most terrifying Epics, in-game, out-of-game, or deceased. I should have introduced the High Epic from Remington's past by then, so I can use him. (Spoiler: I'm writing for him and he's creeping me out. So he'd be perfect for a Halloween RP.)

i like the Halloween idea. I'd have to come up with a good Epic, but I have time.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Should I start practicing?

Learning everyone's weaknesses? Yeah, I could do that.

(Honestly though, it feels like you do a lot more. RP-wise you drive most of the story, and you keep the other players balanced well with each other.)

Now you've got it!

(Thanks! Really, though, a free-form RP is only as good as it's characters, so you guys deserve most of the credit. )

Edit: Yeah....sorry about that, Mailliw. I think this is why all emotionally and mentally unstable superhuman beings need mentally healthy sidekicks. Take them away, and...well....there it is.

Edited September 4, 2014 by TwiLyghtSansSparkles

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Twi, when do you plan to introduce the healer? We can continue this conversation elsewhere, but do you want to make Nightmare and Healer friends or acquaintances?

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

What is Nightmare like, personality wise?

[Mailliw73 he/him]

I haven't decided yet. Let me do her bio and then we can talk more.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Cool. I'll get the healer's bio up once I get the chance.

[Mailliw73 he/him]

Cool! What is his/her name, by the way? Just so I don't have to keep referring to them as the healer.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

What do you think of Panacea? I thought about calling her Cure and making her a huge fan of The Cure, but then I remembered that "panacea" means "cure-all," and she can be a Cure fan no matter her name.

[Kobold King he/him]

What do you think of Panacea? I thought about calling her Cure and making her a huge fan of The Cure, but then I remembered that "panacea" means "cure-all," and she can be a Cure fan no matter her name.

I love Panacea as a name! (Funtimes could nickname her "Pancake.")

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

I love Panacea as a name! (Funtimes could nickname her "Pancake.")

"Pancake! I see ya!" *dissolves into giggles*

[Mailliw73 he/him]

I like it.

Here's my rough list of Chimerans that have been for sale and so are found throughout the city:

For Sale (in rough order of low price to high price):

Rabbits with snake fangs (Poisonous is available)

Rabbits with wings

Rabbits with armadillo armor

Rats with claws

Rats with wings

Unicorns (Rhino horns) (Wings available)

Pegasi

Griffins

This is Night-Mare's basic profile so far:

Epic Name: Night-Mare

Human Name: Maren Noles

Weakness: <PM'd to the GM>

Primary Power: She can create shadowy black mares that have razor sharp teeth. They are made out of her shadow, but become tangible when created. They can fade between being shadows and being solid. She has mental control over them and guides them to attack. The most she can make at once is twelve.

Appearance: Night-Mare has long, black shiny hair that reaches her middle back. She is of Cherokee descent and has darker skin and deep brown eyes. She is around 5'6" and is of middling build.

Age: 25

Home City: She was born in Omaha, Nebraska, but her parents moved to Portland when she was six.

Interests: Horseback riding

Job: She used to be a horse trainer.

Weaponry: She carries a bow and quiver of arrows.

Her personality and history will be fleshed out soon.

[Voidus]

Love Nightmare, love Panacea, and I will never be able to look at Funtimes again without dissolving into a terrified wailing mess.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Love Nightmare, love Panacea, and I will never be able to look at Funtimes again without dissolving into a terrified wailing mess.

You can run, but she'll still be in your NIGHTMARES!

Just....leave her sidekicks alone, okay?

Panacea's bio is up in my Epics of Oregon post.

[Mrs. Voidus she/her]

I like it.

Here's my rough list of Chimerans that have been for sale and so are found throughout the city:

For Sale (in rough order of low price to high price):

Rabbits with snake fangs (Poisonous is available)

Rabbits with wings

Rabbits with armadillo armor

Rats with claws

Rats with wings

Unicorns (Rhino horns) (Wings available)

Pegasi

Griffins

 

If Saccharine had any money, you would already be out of stock

[Voidus]

Am I the only one who really really really wants to visit Las Funtimes?

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Am I the only one who really really really wants to visit Las Funtimes?

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. What happens in Las Funtimes probably involves floating buildings, a justice system centered on attacking fedoras, and lots of sugar.