Kobold King

I'd have gone with Macavity, but to each his own.

I confess I'm not sure whether it's "Corpsemaker" or "CorpseMaker" any more. Anyway, I'm off to bed now--it's pretty late on my end. We can slaughter each other enjoy some coffee tomorrow.

Around an Epic who can might turn coffee into nitroglycerin just because someone used the word "bang," anything is possible.

Or we could just have a coffee? Sheesh, you Epics and your insistence on killing one another. You don't see me slaughtering Epics or making horrifying plans for world domination. * shreds Project September documents * I like to imagine that there will be a very creepy, unrelated female Epic brought in eventually who will strike up an immediate romance with Nighthound.

The illusions vanished. Lightwards smiled with both genuine pleasure and a touch of relief. If he'd been wrong about that... But no. He was Lightwards. Youngest professor in the university, overall clever man. He was never wrong. Or, was seldom wrong. "I'm Altermind, said the tall man, the bullet still levitating in front of his face and aimed at Lightwards. "I rule Thoughttown. I've never heard of you or this so-called Empire. Last I knew, Corpsemaker ruled this part of town." Altermind. Thoughttown. Lightwards felt a moment's panic. Not only were these powerful Epics--they were some of the most powerful Epics in the city. Altermind was one of the first names he'd heard in the city, Thoughttown being the only specific region of Portland old Donald the zombie had mentioned. Instead of panicking and trying to shoot the man, Lightwards continued smiling. Just pretend he's a student who's late with his assignment, he thought to console himself. Just pretend that you're the one with all the power. "It's surprising you haven't heard of me," he said contemptuously. "I've rubbed shoulders with many powerful Epics. From Snowfall to Möbius, my name is known across the west coast." He neglected to mention that Möbius had murdered him, and that Snowfall had come close. Altermind didn't need to know any of that. "And now, Altermind himself is added to my list," Lightwards crooned by way of continuation. "I'm making all manner of new friends here... what say you and your friends meet me in a restaurant hereabouts? It would be so much easier to have a good conversation without so many guns and hostile feelings. We could chat about our holdings, our friends... and maybe have a word or two about that Corpsemaker fellow I keep hearing mentioned."

Their original consciousnesses are preserved, somewhere deep down inside of them. But it takes a lot of very specific circumstances to draw them out. Claudius the vulture has repeatedly flown through windows and horrifically maimed himself just to carry out orders, completely nonchalant about the whole thing. So an illusion of pain wouldn't work on them. Lightwards is definitely susceptible though. Over the top or creepy? How dare you! * looks at Nighthound * OK, good point.

She can come too. All of the working in the sky high Museum in close proximity to each other... I expect a riveting love triangle between Voidgaze, Big Al, and that hippie girl!

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Epic meetups always have the possibility of turning into a fight. We just increased the likelihood. I'm sure there's some way of salvaging the situation without bloodshed... I'll trade you a Deinonychus for Big Al.

Lightwards froze. He expected the other Epics to tread carefully around him, given the friendly carefree demeanor he had presented them with. They should have assumed--no, realized--that he was a powerful Epic that deserved a little respect. Instead, the tall blonde man glared, apparently taking Lightwards' existence as a personal insult. "I am someone you just annoyed," the sandy-haired man said angrily. "That probably wasn't a good idea." Before he could issue a retort, miniaturized storm clouds began to whirl around Lightwards' head, spouting glowing blue bolts of lightning from their fractal patterns. The well-toned Epic flexed his fingers, showing off an impressive display of flames growing up around his hands and quietly blazing at his fingertips. "You'll put those guns down, if you have any sense," the man continued threateningly, speaking to the raptor-mounted twins. His eyes settled on Lightwards again. "As you can see, we outnumber you and outgun you. Don't make a move or you'll have five bullets through your head in a moment." In illustration of this last point, a bullet floated up from the man's pouch and aimed itself directly at Lightwards' face. He continued to glare at the professor, his other hand unsheathing a massive machete. This could be going better, Lightwards thought, suppressing a wave of rising panic. He considered attacking, but he really didn't like the thought of experiencing another death in one day. And there was no doubt that this Epic, with his fire and lightning, was more than a match for Lightwards even on his own. No... Lightwards would have to rely on his wits for this confrontation. So instead of growing angry himself or raising a pistol of his own, Lightwards fixed his rival with a teeth-baring smile. "Five bullets? That's nothing. I shook eleven out of my skull this morning." He'd felt. Every. Single. One of them. He raised a hand in defiance of the muscled man's orders, snapping his fingers. "Girls," he commanded. "Lower the rifles. You're making these gentlemen fidgety." While his hand was in the air, he noticed something. Lightwards was familiar with weather Epics--back in Sacramento, where he'd first discovered his powers, he'd briefly encountered the Epic Snowfall. Weather Epics had a distinctive way of moving the air, shuffling vapors from different parts of their surroundings and adjusting the temperature around them. It caused cool breezes or warm winds to materialize whenever they used their powers. Lightwards smiled as the realization dawned on him. Since the air felt completely normal... this man was not a weather Epic. He waved his hand through the clouds, feeling no resistance or shocks of electricity. They vanished in a puff of smoke. "Let's properly introduce ourselves," Lightwards said, giving the angry Epic the same look he once gave to particularly dim-witted students. "My name is Lightwards. I am the Emperor of Light--I rule this part of the city, and Death itself cannot stop me. You, my sour friend, are an illusionist by the name of..." He left the sentence hanging, allowing the other man to finish it. Maybe he could actually intimidate these slontzes, just enough to get out of this alive. Maybe he could even have fun doing it.

I'll figure out how to add the link to mine here soon. Also, Mailliw, I'd never noticed that dynamic between Altermind and Lightwards--disgruntled student meets arrogant teacher. I guess they'll both be bringing emotional baggage to the table. DRAMA

Double post because of a dramatic revelation. Doctor Funtimes, the Question... it's obvious what Funtimes' theme music must be! This, obviously.

Neat!

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Because algebra. It amused me that all but one was 5, and the remaining one was 5 multiplied by 3. I'm actually not a math person, but for some reason it tickled me this time. Just ignore it.

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That's awesome. I wonder if there's some way to make an image a link, so people on other threads aren't completely bewildered by it... of course, bewildering people might be part of the fun.

There are few things I would support as much as that. I might even change mine.

Was watching some Doctor Who episodes featuring the Silents, and it hit me... The new slogan for everybody associated with this RP needs to be "Oregon will fall when the Question is asked."

I'll see about taking a look at that book--the theory of evolution has me convinced, personally, but I do try to be fair and examine both sides of the debate. To me it's not so much a theological or scientific debate so much as "which sounds cooler--calling dinosaurs dragons, or calling my chickens dinosaurs?" In all seriousness, I am interested in the creationist-evolutionist debate and am interested to see that both sides are represented on the forum.

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Deinonychus is pretty awesome. We know of larger and potentially more ferocious raptors, but Deinonychus is the only one whose fossils are well known. Are you a creationist, or have you drawn your conclusions from other sources of evidence?

There was an Epic named Crossfire whose weakness was being caught in a crossfire. In comparison it isn't so far-fetched that an Epic whose weakness is clams might call himself Clam-Man.

OK everypony, you know the drill. Critically re-examine all of Edgedancer's posts and formulate wild fan theories about who Clam-Man is.