Question 2

[Edgedancer he/him]

Alright, you got me I´ll add laundromats, until then here are my first two cerals.

 

Lucentia:

She tapped her foot on the ground, annoyed by the time she had to wait. She had a whole city, was someone organizing her a bowl of cocoa puffs expecting too much? No, no it wasn´t. So where are her cereals?

                                               

 

Sometimes the job is hard, Deathgale thought. Naturally, he could understand Lucentia´s desire to eat cocoa puffs; in fact he wanted to eat some himself, if he could find a rusting box of them. The shop didn´t have any, not only were there shelves empty, they also didn´t have any in storage. He checked and people don´t lie about cereals after you start breaking fingers.

 

Where else to get cocoa puffs from? The last box must have been bought by someone and that someone was still in the city, time for an inquisition.

                                                                        

 

Finally, Deathgale delivered her the cereals. “I apologize for the delay, my Lady.” She dismissed him, while eating her long awaited cereals.

 

Voidgaze:

It was time to refill her cereal stockpile. Now, with what does she want to fill it up with? Cocoa puffs sound good.

 

Voidgaze wandered through the rows of shelves, she never visited this place often enough to remember its layout. The staff respected her determination enough to not instantly bother her, although they seemed very tense about letting a customer wander around at random.

 

It took her a while but she ultimately found the row with cereals. Alright, Apple Jacks…  Cap'n Crunch… Cheerios… Diamond Shreddies… Frosted Flakes… Fruit Loops… didn´t she already pass the C-section? She took a look back over the shelves and saw the description over an empty area, cocoa puff.

 

Noticing her sullen look a clerk carefully approached her. “Ma´am is there something I could help you with?”

“I was searching for Cocoa puffs.”

The man’s face went pale. “A lot of Epics wanted Cocoa puffs today; I fear they are out of stock.”

Voidgaze visibly slouched down and after a short while pointed at the row she already walked down. “I´ll take all of those then.

This time the clerk seemed as if he was ready to throw a party.

Edited September 25, 2014 by Edgedancer

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Alright, you got me I´ll add laundromats, until then here are my first two cerals.

 

Lucentia:

She tapped her foot on the ground, annoyed by the time she had to wait. She had a whole city, was someone organizing her a bowl of cocoa puffs expecting too much? No, no it wasn´t. So where are her cereals?

                                               

 

Sometimes the job is hard, Deathgale thought. Naturally, he could understand Lucentia´s desire to eat cocoa puffs; in fact he wanted to eat some himself, if he could find a rusting box of them. The shop didn´t have any, not only were there shelves empty, they also didn´t have any in storage. He checked and people don´t lie about cereals after you start breaking fingers.

 

Where else to get cocoa puffs from? The last box must have been bought by someone and that someone was still in the city, time for an inquisition.

                                                                        

 

Finally, Deathgale delivered her the cereals. “I apologize for the delay, my Lady.” She dismissed him, while eating her long awaited cereals.

 

Voidgaze:

It was time to refill her cereal stockpile. Now, with what does she want to fill it up with? Cocoa puffs sound good.

 

Voidgaze wandered through the rows of shelves, she never visited this place often enough to remember its layout. The staff respected her determination enough to not instantly bother her, although they seemed very tense about letting a customer wander around at random.

 

It took her a while but she ultimately found the row with cereals. Alright, Apple Jacks…  Cap'n Crunch… Cheerios… Diamond Shreddies… Frosted Flakes… Fruit Loops… didn´t she already pass the C-section? She took a look back over the shelves and saw the description over an empty area, cocoa puff.

 

Noticing her sullen look a clerk carefully approached her. “Ma´am is there something I could help you with?”

“I was searching for Cocoa puffs.”

The man’s face went pale. “A lot of Epics wanted Cocoa puffs today; I fear they are out of stock.”

Voidgaze visibly slouched down and after a short while pointed at the row she already walked down. “I´ll take all of those then.

This time the clerk seemed as if he was ready to throw a party.

 

Typical Lucentia—sending out a lackey to do her dirty work.  

 

Voidgaze proves herself to be this RP's Fluttershy by being nice to customer service. 

 

And I'm guessing Nighthound's trip to the store would be too terrifying for mortal vision? (I used the smiley to make it look like I'm kidding, but I'm not. Any story about Nighthound where he doesn't get his Cocoa Puffs would probably break forum regulations. ) 

[Edgedancer he/him]

Typical Lucentia—sending out a lackey to do her dirty work.

 

Voidgaze proves herself to be this RP's Fluttershy by being nice to customer service. 

 

And I'm guessing Nighthound's trip to the store would be too terrifying for mortal vision? (I used the smiley to make it look like I'm kidding, but I'm not. Any story about Nighthound where he doesn't get his Cocoa Puffs would probably break forum regulations. ) 

Those two were easy and for Voidgaze amusing, I fear Nighthound really would end up being not pleasant.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Those two were easy and for Voidgaze amusing, I fear Nighthound really would end up being not pleasant.

 

There are a few words to make it more pleasant, you know. 

 

Nighthound's smile was frozen, acidic, the sort that preceded torture and murder. "You mean to tell me," he said, "that you have no more Cocoa Puffs?" 

 

The clerk swallowed. "Yes, sir. We're—we're all out. That Epic who was just here—diamonds in her dress—she—she took the last box." 

 

Lucentia. 

 

His own sister. 

 

His own sister had taken the last box of Cocoa Puffs. 

 

"Well, then," Nighthound said with the same smile, "I suppose I'll have to speak to her about it, won't I?" 

 

"That is an excellent idea, sir." 

 

"Or perhaps you should speak to her." 

 

"Sir?" 

 

Nighthound reached out a hand, rested it on the clerk's head. He would have a new hound, a hound who would—

 

And then Nighthound died.

[Edgedancer he/him]

There are a few words to make it more pleasant, you know. 

 

Nighthound's smile was frozen, acidic, the sort that preceded torture and murder. "You mean to tell me," he said, "that you have no more Cocoa Puffs?" 

 

The clerk swallowed. "Yes, sir. We're—we're all out. That Epic who was just here—diamonds in her dress—she—she took the last box." 

 

Lucentia. 

 

His own sister. 

 

His own sister had taken the last box of Cocoa Puffs. 

 

"Well, then," Nighthound said with the same smile, "I suppose I'll have to speak to her about it, won't I?" 

 

"That is an excellent idea, sir." 

 

"Or perhaps you should speak to her." 

 

"Sir?" 

 

Nighthound reached out a hand, rested it on the clerk's head. He would have a new hound, a hound who would—

 

And then Nighthound died.

I approve of this.

[Kobold King he/him]

Sam:

 

Laundry day.

 

Sam carried a small basket full of black and violet clothes, letting out a small sigh as she pushed open the laundromat doors. Laundry day wasn't much fun, but at least she'd managed to come over without Funtimes tagging along. Considering what her new shoes looked like, she definitely didn't want the cuckoo slontze to get any ideas about the rest of her wardrobe.

 

She frowned slightly as she looked over the various washing machines. Each and every machine in the building was taken Rows of people stood at attention beside them, staring dully at the swirling contents.

 

Warriors of Light.

 

Sam glared from one end of the laundromat to the other. At one end was Lightwards pompously ordering his basket-laden zombies. At the other, CorpseMaker was shoving clothes into machines, one turtleneck for each one.

 

Sam gritted her teeth. Great. The two worst Epics in Portland, and they had to pick today to do their laundry.

 

For a moment she turned towards the door, prepared to scurry out without being noticed. But no, she decided with a sudden smile. I got this.

 

She pulled out a chair from the corner of the room, leaning back with a smile. She propped her feet up on a spinning washer, clanking those pink shoes together to draw the Epics' attention. Those pink shoes that screamed I'm with Funtimes so don't hurt me.

 

"Look at you two!" she called out cheerily. "Doing your laundry together!"

 

Lightwards's expression was puzzled. CorpseMaker's was murderous. The latter's eyes narrowed as he fixed her with a glare, the glare that would have her dropping to the floor in a second--

 

"Personally, I think it's wonderful that you feel comfortable doing laundry with your soul mate in public," Sam continued with an innocent smile. "You make such a cute couple!"

 

CorpseMaker's death glare suddenly turned to a more uncomfortable glance directed at Lightwards. The professor, on his part, started ordering his Warriors to gather his laundry and meet him outside.

 

"I've got... stuff to do," Lightwards said uncomfortably, not making eye contact with CorpseMaker.

 

"Yeah, I should probably get back to the armory," CorpseMaker mumbled in reply, doing likewise. The pair awkwardly shuffled out of the laundromat, leaving Sam beaming widely at their exit.

 

"Love and tolerance for the win," she mumbled to herself happily, and threw open a washing machine door.

Edited September 25, 2014 by Kobold King

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Sam:

 

Laundry day.

 

Sam carried a small basket full of black and violet clothes, letting out a small sigh as she pushed open the laundromat doors. Laundry day wasn't much fun, but at least she'd managed to come over without Funtimes tagging along. Considering what her new shoes looked like, she definitely didn't want the cuckoo slontze to get any ideas about the rest of her wardrobe.

 

She frowned slightly as she looked over the various washing machines. Each and every machine in the building was taken Rows of people stood at attention beside them, staring dully at the swirling contents.

 

Warriors of Light.

 

Sam glared from one end of the laundromat to the other. At one end was Lightwards pompously ordering his basket-laden zombies. At the other, CorpseMaker was shoving clothes into machines, one turtleneck for each one.

 

Sam gritted her teeth. Great. The two worst Epics in Portland, and they had to pick today to do their laundry.

 

For a moment she turned towards the door, prepared to scurry out without being noticed. But no, she decided with a sudden smile. I got this.

 

She pulled out a chair from the corner of the room, leaning back with a smile. She propped her feet up on a spinning washer, clanking those pink shoes together to draw the Epics' attention. Those pink shoes that screamed I'm with Funtimes so don't hurt me.

 

"Look at you two!" she called out cheerily. "Doing your laundry together!"

 

Lightwards's expression was puzzled. CorpseMaker's was murderous. The latter's eyes narrowed as he fixed her with a glare, the glare that would have her dropping to the floor in a second--

 

"Personally, I think it's wonderful that you feel comfortable doing laundry with your soul mate in public," Sam continued with an innocent smile. "You make such a cute couple!"

 

CorpseMaker's death glare suddenly turned to a more uncomfortable glance directed at Lightwards. The professor, on his part, started ordering his Warriors to gather his laundry and meet him outside.

 

"I've got... stuff to do," Lightwards said uncomfortably, not making eye contact with CorpseMaker.

 

"Yeah, I should probably get back to the armory," CorpseMaker mumbled in reply, doing likewise. The pair awkwardly shuffled out of the laundromat, leaving Sam beaming widely at their exit.

 

"Love and tolerance for the win," she mumbled to herself happily, and threw open a washing machine door.

 

[Edgedancer he/him]

We know, all of us ship Sam and the washing machine.

[Kobold King he/him]

We know, all of us ship Sam and the washing machine.

 

She loves the washer but hates the chore. Sounds like the beginning of a perfectly angsty romance.

 

Also, remember how Murphy's power deflects all forms of negativity? If you shoot at him your gun jams, if you physically assault him you'll trip and fall on your face, if you insult him you'll bite your tongue.

 

This makes Murphy the only Epic in Oregon who's immune to Sam and Revolution's quips.

[Edgedancer he/him]

She loves the washer but hates the chore. Sounds like the beginning of a perfectly angsty romance.

 

Also, remember how Murphy's power deflects all forms of negativity? If you shoot at him your gun jams, if you physically assault him you'll trip and fall on your face, if you insult him you'll bite your tongue.

 

This makes Murphy the only Epic in Oregon who's immune to Sam and Revolution's quips.

The Cargo we ship.

 

The more we thing about him the stronger he gets.

 

Am I the only one who finds it kind of weired that we are currently posting more laundromat scenes that museum ones? Btw. I decided to pass up Nighthounds ceral and am instead writting his laundromat.

[Kobold King he/him]

Am I the only one who finds it kind of weired that we are currently posting more laundromat scenes that museum ones? Btw. I decided to pass up Nighthounds ceral and am instead writting his laundromat.

 

Um... it's a characterization exercise?

 

I look forward to it. And by "looking forward to it," I mean "You're a good writer and I want to read what you come up with, but I'm going to hide under my bed listening to soothing music when I do so."

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Um... it's a characterization exercise?

I look forward to it. And by "looking forward to it," I mean "You're a good writer and I want to read what you come up with, but I'm going to hide under my bed listening to soothing music when I do so."

Remember your studies, Kobold. As the great philosopher Vizzini once said , in your studying you must have learned that man is mortal, which means that Nighthound will not live to plague laundromats forever.

[Kobold King he/him]

Remember your studies, Kobold. As the great philosopher Vizzini once said , in your studying you must have learned that man is mortal, which means that Nighthound will not live to plague laundromats forever.

 

"You fell for one of the classic blunders! The most famous is 'Never get involved in a land war in Oregon', but only slightly less well known is this: 'never go up against a energy-lance Epic when death is on the line!'"

[Edgedancer he/him]

Um... it's a characterization exercise?

 

I look forward to it. And by "looking forward to it," I mean "You're a good writer and I want to read what you come up with, but I'm going to hide under my bed listening to soothing music when I do so."

Yes?

 

Aww, thank you, don´t worry it isn´t bad, given that is Nighthound material.

 

Remember your studies, Kobold. As the great philosopher Vizzini once said , in your studying you must have learned that man is mortal, which means that Nighthound will not live to plague laundromats forever.

There´s only one problem, Nighthound isn´t a man, he´s a monster.

 

Nighthound:

Nighthound walked through the street and stopped, when he saw Nathan inside the Laundromat. The doors flew open as he entered the building. “Hello Tina, what ch´a doing?”

Nathan visibly flinched as he heard Nighthound´s voice but quickly regained his composure. “Nighthound, I´m already using all the washing machines for Funtimes laundry, so unless you want to deal with her you have to wait.”

The Epic sneered at the other man, “Yeah and who´s gonna tell her, if I do something? Your corpse or the eyewitnesses I´ll kill?”

The red head shot a look at the people on the street. “Typical for you, why don´t we… wait, you don´t even have any laundry with you.”

The statement was meet with a fake innocent expression and a wave of Nighthound´s hand. “Of course I don´t have any laundry, anytime I wear clothes for more than five hours some female Epic comes over and ruins my clothes, just comes with being this attractive. Thinking of it halve the time it´s your girlfriend that strips me, you should really rethink your relationship.”

Nathan sighted, “Why are you even here, if not to do your laundry?”

“Hum? Oh, I wanted to deepen our male friendship. See, we already bonded over your girlfriend stripping me but if you also want to go the next step and do our laundry together I could strip. That would be really mean to Funtimes, though.” Nighthound started pulling up his shirt.

The situation was just too much for the vanilla and he left the building. Alone and holding his shirt Nighthound thought about what to do next, he could mix their laundry but if anything Funtimes would like that and before he could reach a decision Nighthound died

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Yes?

 

Aww, thank you, don´t worry it isn´t bad, given that is Nighthound material.

 

There´s only one problem, Nighthound isn´t a man, he´s a monster.

 

Nighthound:

Nighthound walked through the street and stopped, when he saw Nathan inside the Laundromat. The doors flew open as he entered the building. “Hello Tina, what ch´a doing?”

Nathan visibly flinched as he heard Nighthound´s voice but quickly regained his composure. “Nighthound, I´m already using all the washing machines for Funtimes laundry, so unless you want to deal with her you have to wait.”

The Epic sneered at the other man, “Yeah and who´s gonna tell her, if I do something? Your corpse or the eyewitnesses I´ll kill?”

The red head shot a look at the people on the street. “Typical for you, why don´t we… wait, you don´t even have any laundry with you.”

The statement was meet with a fake innocent expression and a wave of Nighthound´s hand. “Of course I don´t have any laundry, anytime I wear clothes for more than five hours some female Epic comes over and ruins my clothes, just comes with being this attractive. Thinking of it halve the time it´s your girlfriend that strips me, you should really rethink your relationship.”

Nathan sighted, “Why are you even here, if not to do your laundry?”

“Hum? Oh, I wanted to deepen our male friendship. See, we already bonded over your girlfriend stripping me but if you also want to go the next step and do our laundry together I could strip. That would be really mean to Funtimes, though.” Nighthound started pulling up his shirt.

The situation was just too much for the vanilla and he left the building. Alone and holding his shirt Nighthound thought about what to do next, he could mix their laundry but if anything Funtimes would like that and before he could reach a decision Nighthound died

 

Me during most of that story: 

 

 

Me at the ending: 

 

[Kobold King he/him]

Nighthound died

 

[Edgedancer he/him]

Sadly, it was all non-canon. On a more serious note, are you going next Kobold?

[Kobold King he/him]

Sadly, it was all non-canon. On a more serious note, are you going next Kobold?

Um, I think so? I didn't expect Sightline to try his hand at igniting civil war.

So either TwiLyght goes next to answer his representative query, or I could have Lightwards angrily butt in.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

I'll have Funtimes answer real quick. 

 

Edit: Done. I almost added a super honey-badger-like line for Remington at the end, but I figured that might push Lightwards too far and actually shoot him. He wants to live to see this meeting, after all.

Edited September 25, 2014 by TwiLyghtSansSparkles

[Edgedancer he/him]

It´s kinda fun how both Remington and Funtimes don´t seem to even care that Lucentia showed up.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

I'll add a bit about Lucentia later. I just needed to get their reactions to Sightline's question down. 

[Edgedancer he/him]

Lucentia

How does she take it?

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Lucentia

How does she take it?

 

I think we should thank her for the last one, at least. That wallpaper was ugly. 

Edited September 25, 2014 by TwiLyghtSansSparkles

[Kobold King he/him]

A sneak peak at Lightwards' next scene:

"And then Lightwards died."

I'll have to figure out a reaction that doesn't involve him dying from a stroke and/or commanding Wes to start slaughtering everyone.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

While you consider ways to keep him from dying, I'll add a reaction to Lucentia so she doesn't feel ignored.