Question 4

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Aren´t we talking about a brain stored outside his own body?

 

I think so? To be honest I'm not entirely sure where it's stored, unless I missed something. 

[Kobold King he/him]

Talking about plans, it seems the Dalles action kinda sucked attention out of Portland. 

 

I've been meaning to give Portland some attention, but I keep getting distracted by flying pigs and samurai pandas squeeeee!

 

Ahem. I'll post for Lightwards soon.

 

 

In the meantime, I got bored and decided nobody really needs sleep.

 

 

 

I call it, "Sunburst: Or, Why Timeport isn't Allowed to Go Back in Time and Create Alternate Timelines." It's kind of long-winded, but it's descriptive.

[Edgedancer he/him]

I've been meaning to give Portland some attention, but I keep getting distracted by flying pigs and samurai pandas squeeeee!

 

Ahem. I'll post for Lightwards soon.

 

 

In the meantime, I got bored and decided nobody really needs sleep.

 

 

 

I call it, "Sunburst: Or, Why Timeport isn't Allowed to Go Back in Time and Create Alternate Timelines." It's kind of long-winded, but it's descriptive.

After Funtimes and a flying museum full of dinosaurs that sounds perfectly normal to me.

 

Timeport you fool! That´s almost as bad as the time you got Voidgaze´s clothes turned black. (Way worse than it sounds)

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

I've been meaning to give Portland some attention, but I keep getting distracted by flying pigs and samurai pandas squeeeee!

 

Ahem. I'll post for Lightwards soon.

 

 

In the meantime, I got bored and decided nobody really needs sleep.

 

 

 

I call it, "Sunburst: Or, Why Timeport isn't Allowed to Go Back in Time and Create Alternate Timelines." It's kind of long-winded, but it's descriptive.

 

Tonight? Pfft. How about nobody needs sleep ever. 

 

Funtimes' hands fluttered beside her cheeks. "Revolution! You. Look. So. Pretty!" Before Remington could stop her, she bounded forward and threw her arms around the new Epic's waist. "This is so amazing! You have powers and I have powers and your powers are shiny and we can make Portland so shiny and pretty and—" 

 

A blinding ray of light propelled Funtimes several yards away. Remington coughed and, when the dust cleared, saw Funtimes lying in the dirt. Angry red burns marred her skin. If it weren't for her attempts to lift herself off the ground, Remington might have taken her for dead.

 

Revolution strode forward, her hand aglow. "I'm sorry. When did I say you were my friend?"

[Seonid he/him]

0.o

 

That's pretty much the only reaction I've got.

 

Other than "Take my upvotes!" of course.

[Kobold King he/him]

Tonight? Pfft. How about nobody needs sleep ever. 

 

Funtimes' hands fluttered beside her cheeks. "Revolution! You. Look. So. Pretty!" Before Remington could stop her, she bounded forward and threw her arms around the new Epic's waist. "This is so amazing! You have powers and I have powers and your powers are shiny and we can make Portland so shiny and pretty and—" 

 

A blinding ray of light propelled Funtimes several yards away. Remington coughed and, when the dust cleared, saw Funtimes lying in the dirt. Angry red burns marred her skin. If it weren't for her attempts to lift herself off the ground, Remington might have taken her for dead.

 

Revolution strode forward, her hand aglow. "I'm sorry. When did I say you were my friend?"

 

Lightwards looked at the faintly glowing woman with a confused look, which changed subtly into a smile. He could almost have been impressed.

 

"Well, Ms. Jones," he said, tipping his hat. "It seems there was a kernel of potential within you. How nice to see you bloom and flourish--and perhaps you can take your place alongside the Empire."

 

Revolution's eyes scanned the necromancer, the smile never departing from her face. Lightwards shuffled his feet, unsure of what to make of her gaze.

 

"What is it you want?" Lightwards asked, trying to sound appeasing. "Epics in my service will be greatly rewarded. Fight on my side and name any continent you like--it will be yours when this world is ours."

 

"The old man," Revolution said, still smiling with that cool stare.

 

Lightwards frowned. "Who?"

 

"The old man," she repeated. "The old man you disemboweled on the day I first saw you."

 

"You want a Warrior? The feeblest of my Warriors?"

 

"No." Revolution took a few steps forward, coming into Lightwards' personal space. "I want you to let him go. I want you to undo the havoc you've wreaked in his mind. I want you to stop calling him a Warrior, and make him an independent, precious human being again."

 

Lightwards glared in obvious discomfort, but he didn't back away. "Human life is precious," he said with a sneer. "But a great mind is even more so. He's better off part of something more than his feeble physique and intellect."

 

The woman's stare drilled into him, but before cutting off into a high, cold laugh. "Your great mind?" she asked mockingly. "I am sure your Empire is firmly on the path to success, with such a bold and clever man at its head. Why--with your mind and their bodies, you're unstoppable, aren't you?"

 

The necromancer flushed. "I will not put up with your disrespect," he said dangerously. "You deign to speak to me as an equal--your power is great, but you're still Funtimes' pet."

 

Revolution leaned in closely to him, whispering a single word into your ear. "Wrong."

 

Her hand shot forward, shoving against his chest. There was a flare as bright of the sun, and Remington could only hear a single dying scream from the necromancer. In a flash, Lightwards was reduced to a pile of smoldering dust at Revolution's feet.

 

"I'm not a pet," she proclaimed. "I'm neither pet nor friend nor idealist any more. I am Oregon's savior. You Epics want to destroy my state? You'll have to go through me."

 

She smiled at her growing audience, seeming almost innocent as she batted her eyelashes to them.

 

"Any questions?"

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Lightwards looked at the faintly glowing woman with a confused look, which changed subtly into a smile. He could almost have been impressed.

 

"Well, Ms. Jones," he said, tipping his hat. "It seems there was a kernel of potential within you. How nice to see you bloom and flourish--and perhaps you can take your place alongside the Empire."

 

Revolution's eyes scanned the necromancer, the smile never departing from her face. Lightwards shuffled his feet, unsure of what to make of her gaze.

 

"What is it you want?" Lightwards asked, trying to sound appeasing. "Epics in my service will be greatly rewarded. Fight on my side and name any continent you like--it will be yours when this world is ours."

 

"The old man," Revolution said, still smiling with that cool stare.

 

Lightwards frowned. "Who?"

 

"The old man," she repeated. "The old man you disemboweled on the day I first saw you."

 

"You want a Warrior? The feeblest of my Warriors?"

 

"No." Revolution took a few steps forward, coming into Lightwards' personal space. "I want you to let him go. I want you to undo the havoc you've wreaked in his mind. I want you to stop calling him a Warrior, and make him an independent, precious human being again."

 

Lightwards glared in obvious discomfort, but he didn't back away. "Human life is precious," he said with a sneer. "But a great mind is even more so. He's better off part of something more than his feeble physique and intellect."

 

The woman's stare drilled into him, but before cutting off into a high, cold laugh. "Your great mind?" she asked mockingly. "I am sure your Empire is firmly on the path to success, with such a bold and clever man at its head. Why--with your mind and their bodies, you're unstoppable, aren't you?"

 

The necromancer flushed. "I will not put up with your disrespect," he said dangerously. "You deign to speak to me as an equal--your power is great, but you're still Funtimes' pet."

 

Revolution leaned in closely to him, whispering a single word into your ear. "Wrong."

 

Her hand shot forward, shoving against his chest. There was a flare as bright of the sun, and Remington could only hear a single dying scream from the necromancer. In a flash, Lightwards was reduced to a pile of smoldering dust at Revolution's feet.

 

"I'm not a pet," she proclaimed. "I'm neither pet nor friend nor idealist any more. I am Oregon's savior. You Epics want to destroy my state? You'll have to go through me."

 

She smiled at her growing audience, seeming almost innocent as she batted her eyelashes to them.

 

"Any questions?"

 

He expected words from Nathan. "Looks like we've got a revolution, all right." A nervous laugh, followed by "Well, at least her heart's in the right place." Even something mundane, like "Let's see if that fallout shelter holds." Words of instruction. A feeble joke to lighten the mood. Something like what he said—what he had to say, every day—to his fellow servers in Newcago to help them last the night shift. 

 

But he didn't run. He didn't even suggest it. When he spoke, his voice was barely audible, his gaze still on the glowing woman some distance away. 

 

"We are so screwed."

[Edgedancer he/him]

Lightwards looked at the faintly glowing woman with a confused look, which changed subtly into a smile. He could almost have been impressed.

 

"Well, Ms. Jones," he said, tipping his hat. "It seems there was a kernel of potential within you. How nice to see you bloom and flourish--and perhaps you can take your place alongside the Empire."

 

Revolution's eyes scanned the necromancer, the smile never departing from her face. Lightwards shuffled his feet, unsure of what to make of her gaze.

 

"What is it you want?" Lightwards asked, trying to sound appeasing. "Epics in my service will be greatly rewarded. Fight on my side and name any continent you like--it will be yours when this world is ours."

 

"The old man," Revolution said, still smiling with that cool stare.

 

Lightwards frowned. "Who?"

 

"The old man," she repeated. "The old man you disemboweled on the day I first saw you."

 

"You want a Warrior? The feeblest of my Warriors?"

 

"No." Revolution took a few steps forward, coming into Lightwards' personal space. "I want you to let him go. I want you to undo the havoc you've wreaked in his mind. I want you to stop calling him a Warrior, and make him an independent, precious human being again."

 

Lightwards glared in obvious discomfort, but he didn't back away. "Human life is precious," he said with a sneer. "But a great mind is even more so. He's better off part of something more than his feeble physique and intellect."

 

The woman's stare drilled into him, but before cutting off into a high, cold laugh. "Your great mind?" she asked mockingly. "I am sure your Empire is firmly on the path to success, with such a bold and clever man at its head. Why--with your mind and their bodies, you're unstoppable, aren't you?"

 

The necromancer flushed. "I will not put up with your disrespect," he said dangerously. "You deign to speak to me as an equal--your power is great, but you're still Funtimes' pet."

 

Revolution leaned in closely to him, whispering a single word into your ear. "Wrong."

 

Her hand shot forward, shoving against his chest. There was a flare as bright of the sun, and Remington could only hear a single dying scream from the necromancer. In a flash, Lightwards was reduced to a pile of smoldering dust at Revolution's feet.

 

"I'm not a pet," she proclaimed. "I'm neither pet nor friend nor idealist any more. I am Oregon's savior. You Epics want to destroy my state? You'll have to go through me."

 

She smiled at her growing audience, seeming almost innocent as she batted her eyelashes to them.

 

"Any questions?"

I have one. When are you going to kill Nighthound?

[Kobold King he/him]

He expected words from Nathan. "Looks like we've got a revolution, all right." A nervous laugh, followed by "Well, at least her heart's in the right place." Even something mundane, like "Let's see if that fallout shelter holds." Words of instruction. A feeble joke to lighten the mood. Something like what he said—what he had to say, every day—to his fellow servers in Newcago to help them last the night shift. 

 

But he didn't run. He didn't even suggest it. When he spoke, his voice was barely audible, his gaze still on the glowing woman some distance away. 

 

"We are so screwed."

 

One by one, the Empire's Epics were gathered around the new queen.

 

"Aldo, was it?" Revolution asked politely. "How many people have you killed since you came to Portland?"

 

"None," the magician replied without missing a beat.

 

Revolution's eyes narrowed, though her smile never left her face. "Tell me the truth, Aldo."

 

This prompted a nervous cough. "Ah... a bartender. A single bartender downtown."

 

"Hold out your arm."

 

Aldo raised an eyebrow. "Why--"

 

"Do it."

 

The magician did so, and was prompted to roll up his sleeve. When he had done so--for he had no choice--Revolution pressed a finger into his wrist.

 

"Agh!" Aldo yelped, hopping backwards. "Why--"

 

"That mark is for the man you killed in cold blood," Revolution said coolly. "Go forth and kill no more, save by my instructions."

 

In this way she went through each of the Empire's Epics, questioning and branding them as she saw fit. Those who tried fleeing were instantly vaporized--most saw fit to do as she said. Only Backtrack escaped unbranded, though the man was frightened to tears.

 

"Finally," Sunburst proclaimed at last, smiling at her new minions. "A reformed Empire of Light. And for once that name makes some sense."

 

Her smile briefly disappeared as the final Epic was brought in front of her. Nighthound smirked, fingering his smooth ponytail as he approached her.

 

"You are an affront to nature," Sunburst said severely. Her eyes narrowed. "Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

 

"Yeah, I do," Nighthound replied with a leer. "When you say 'affront to nature...' do you mean in bed, or just in general?"

 

There was a brilliant flash of golden light, and Nighthound was no more.

[Seonid he/him]

One by one, the Empire's Epics were gathered around the new queen.

 

"Aldo, was it?" Revolution asked politely. "How many people have you killed since you came to Portland?"

 

"None," the magician replied without missing a beat.

 

Revolution's eyes narrowed, though her smile never left her face. "Tell me the truth, Aldo."

 

This prompted a nervous cough. "Ah... a bartender. A single bartender downtown."

 

"Hold out your arm."

 

Aldo raised an eyebrow. "Why--"

 

"Do it."

 

The magician did so, and was prompted to roll up his sleeve. When he had done so--for he had no choice--Revolution pressed a finger into his wrist.

 

"Agh!" Aldo yelped, hopping backwards. "Why--"

 

"That mark is for the man you killed in cold blood," Revolution said coolly. "Go forth and kill no more, save by my instructions."

 

In this way she went through each of the Empire's Epics, questioning and branding them as she saw fit. Those who tried fleeing were instantly vaporized--most saw fit to do as she said. Only Backtrack escaped unbranded, though the man was frightened to tears.

 

"Finally," Sunburst proclaimed at last, smiling at her new minions. "A reformed Empire of Light. And for once that name makes some sense."

 

Her smile briefly disappeared as the final Epic was brought in front of her. Nighthound smirked, fingering his smooth ponytail as he approached her.

 

"You are an affront to nature," Sunburst said severely. Her eyes narrowed. "Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

 

"Yeah, I do," Nighthound replied with a leer. "When you say 'affront to nature...' do you mean in bed, or just in general?"

 

There was a brilliant flash of golden light, and Nighthound was no more.

 

I keep pushing the green arrow, but it won't go up more than once!

[Edgedancer he/him]

One by one, the Empire's Epics were gathered around the new queen.

 

"Aldo, was it?" Revolution asked politely. "How many people have you killed since you came to Portland?"

 

"None," the magician replied without missing a beat.

 

Revolution's eyes narrowed, though her smile never left her face. "Tell me the truth, Aldo."

 

This prompted a nervous cough. "Ah... a bartender. A single bartender downtown."

 

"Hold out your arm."

 

Aldo raised an eyebrow. "Why--"

 

"Do it."

 

The magician did so, and was prompted to roll up his sleeve. When he had done so--for he had no choice--Revolution pressed a finger into his wrist.

 

"Agh!" Aldo yelped, hopping backwards. "Why--"

 

"That mark is for the man you killed in cold blood," Revolution said coolly. "Go forth and kill no more, save by my instructions."

 

In this way she went through each of the Empire's Epics, questioning and branding them as she saw fit. Those who tried fleeing were instantly vaporized--most saw fit to do as she said. Only Backtrack escaped unbranded, though the man was frightened to tears.

 

"Finally," Sunburst proclaimed at last, smiling at her new minions. "A reformed Empire of Light. And for once that name makes some sense."

 

Her smile briefly disappeared as the final Epic was brought in front of her. Nighthound smirked, fingering his smooth ponytail as he approached her.

 

"You are an affront to nature," Sunburst said severely. Her eyes narrowed. "Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

 

"Yeah, I do," Nighthound replied with a leer. "When you say 'affront to nature...' do you mean in bed, or just in general?"

 

There was a brilliant flash of golden light, and Nighthound was no more.

Oh the catrasis is strong in this one.

 

On other news, I´m currently writing the first Baxter post and until now he´s turning out well.

Edited November 12, 2014 by Edgedancer

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

One by one, the Empire's Epics were gathered around the new queen.

 

"Aldo, was it?" Revolution asked politely. "How many people have you killed since you came to Portland?"

 

"None," the magician replied without missing a beat.

 

Revolution's eyes narrowed, though her smile never left her face. "Tell me the truth, Aldo."

 

This prompted a nervous cough. "Ah... a bartender. A single bartender downtown."

 

"Hold out your arm."

 

Aldo raised an eyebrow. "Why--"

 

"Do it."

 

The magician did so, and was prompted to roll up his sleeve. When he had done so--for he had no choice--Revolution pressed a finger into his wrist.

 

"Agh!" Aldo yelped, hopping backwards. "Why--"

 

"That mark is for the man you killed in cold blood," Revolution said coolly. "Go forth and kill no more, save by my instructions."

 

In this way she went through each of the Empire's Epics, questioning and branding them as she saw fit. Those who tried fleeing were instantly vaporized--most saw fit to do as she said. Only Backtrack escaped unbranded, though the man was frightened to tears.

 

"Finally," Sunburst proclaimed at last, smiling at her new minions. "A reformed Empire of Light. And for once that name makes some sense."

 

Her smile briefly disappeared as the final Epic was brought in front of her. Nighthound smirked, fingering his smooth ponytail as he approached her.

 

"You are an affront to nature," Sunburst said severely. Her eyes narrowed. "Do you have anything to say in your defense?"

 

"Yeah, I do," Nighthound replied with a leer. "When you say 'affront to nature...' do you mean in bed, or just in general?"

 

There was a brilliant flash of golden light, and Nighthound was no more.

 

Every cloud has a silver lining. Although in this case, it's more of a glowing gold lining made of the same pure energy that incinerated Nighthound. 

 

In other news, I have a less terrifying Epic pony for you all. Still working on his profile.

 

 

Here's Rewind, who will appear in Remington's backstory before too long.

[Kobold King he/him]

Every cloud has a silver lining. Although in this case, it's more of a glowing gold lining made of the same pure energy that incinerated Nighthound. 

 

In other news, I have a less terrifying Epic pony for you all. Still working on his profile.

 

 

Here's Rewind, who will appear in Remington's backstory before too long.

 

There's always some small bit of hope in a situation.

 

Now think of poor Sam. An energy Epic called Quasar destroyed her whole family... and now the first friend she's had in years has gone the same way. If I were the kind of writer who enjoyed tormenting characters, I might be laughing very fiendishly indeed at this AU. 

 

I like Rewind! Can't wait for his profile.

 

Soon I'll have a bio up for Mary Santales, AKA Jingleberry.

[Edgedancer he/him]

I like Rewind! Can't wait for his profile.

 

Soon I'll have a bio up for Mary Santales, AKA Jingleberry.

Pretty sure Twi mentioned the important details about him already.

 

What a fitting name.

[Kobold King he/him]

Pretty sure Twi mentioned the important details about him already.

 

What a fitting name.

 

Yes, but the devil is in the details. Or in this case, Koschei the Deathless is in the details.

 

I was hoping no one would notice and everyone would assume I'm just really creative when it comes to names.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

Pretty sure Twi mentioned the important details about him already.

 

What a fitting name.

 

 

Yes, but the devil is in the details. Or in this case, Koschei the Deathless is in the details.

 

I was hoping no one would notice and everyone would assume I'm just really creative when it comes to names.

 

Nothing is official until there's a profile or a canon mention. Now that he has a couple canon mentions, he needs a profile. (And yes, Koschei the Deathless is all over these details. ) 

 

Hm. I think her first name should've been Kris.  

[Edgedancer he/him]

Nothing is official until there's a profile or a canon mention. Now that he has a couple canon mentions, he needs a profile. (And yes, Koschei the Deathless is all over these details. ) 

 

Hm. I think her first name should've been Kris.

True enough, I suppose.

 

It would have keept us from getting a second Mary but it´s not like we already got three Rachels.

[Kobold King he/him]

Nothing is official until there's a profile or a canon mention. Now that he has a couple canon mentions, he needs a profile. (And yes, Koschei the Deathless is all over these details. ) 

 

Hm. I think her first name should've been Kris.

 

Koschei is essentially Oregon's Rumpelstiltskin. He's in everyone's backstory.

 

Oddly enough, "Santales" isn't a reference to our favorite personified spirit of Christmas.

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

True enough, I suppose.

 

It would have keept us from getting a second Mary but it´s not like we already got three Rachels.

 

One of those is backstory, so unless we start a "What Happened at the Mount Hood Ranger Station" thread, she probably won't appear.  

 

Koschei is essentially Oregon's Rumpelstiltskin. He's in everyone's backstory.

 

Oddly enough, "Santales" isn't a reference to our favorite personified spirit of Christmas.

 

I'm suddenly tempted to have him address all female characters as "dearie." 

[Edgedancer he/him]

Oddly enough, "Santales" isn't a reference to our favorite personified spirit of Christmas.

It´s not a reference to this guy either, right?

 

One of those is backstory, so unless we start a "What Happened at the Mount Hood Ranger Station" thread, she probably won't appear.

 

I'm suddenly tempted to have him address all female characters as "dearie." 

Never dismiss a posibility.

 

Sure, go ahead and strenghten the Nighthound parallels. I´m sure we´ll all sleep well from that.

[Kobold King he/him]

One of those is backstory, so unless we start a "What Happened at the Mount Hood Ranger Station" thread, she probably won't appear.

 

 

I'm suddenly tempted to have him address all female characters as "dearie." 

 

I'm still not sure how we'll ever find out what happens at Revolution's community. Not unless everybody suddenly wants to RP a bunch of hippie characters.

 

"All healing comes at a price, dearie! In this case, that price is me."

[TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her]

It´s not a reference to this guy either, right?

 

Never dismiss a posibility.

 

Sure, go ahead and strenghten the Nighthound parallels. I´m sure we´ll all sleep well from that.

 

He'd still use it menacingly, but a different kind of menacing. If it tells you anything, the only women he wouldn't call "dearie" are Lucentia and Mobius. Which….admittedly, doesn't make things better. But trust me, he wouldn't hit on random women. 

 

….

 

I'm just going to stop talking now before I give myself nightmares. 

Edited November 12, 2014 by TwiLyghtSansSparkles

[Edgedancer he/him]

Given the exsistence of Arsenal would it make sense to have spare firearms in buldings that sometime house soldiers, like let´s say a medical clinic?

[Kobold King he/him]

Given the exsistence of Arsenal would it make sense to have spare firearms in buldings that sometime house soldiers, like let´s say a medical clinic?

 

I like to think he passes out free guns to anyone who doesn't already have loads of them. That way he makes sure The Dalles is heavily armed while also getting a great excuse to use his powers all the time.

[Edgedancer he/him]

I like to think he passes out free guns to anyone who doesn't already have loads of them. That way he makes sure The Dalles is heavily armed while also getting a great excuse to use his powers all the time.

I actually really like Arsenal right now.