TwiLyghtSansSparkles

Thank you so much! A piñata, of course! Cutie marks represent your special destiny, and Reader's special destiny is to be a piñata. No problem at all. I thought everyone headed down there because they heard Reader would show up and wanted a chance to see him pantsed.

I now know what his cutie mark should've been. I'm good with either.

Quick and somewhat random question: Tulir, Aonar, what do your names mean?

Firefight actually reveals the opposite: It's fear that drives them crazy. Their homicidal tendencies can then be seen as an extreme form of paranoia, lashing out at anything and everything that makes them nervous. There are some Epics (like Fortuity) who seem to have come to enjoy their corruption, but others (like Sourcefield) seem to have simply been driven mad. Also, no one knew Prof was an Epic. Not even the other Reckoners cells knew.

One of my Epics, Doctor Funtimes, used to have a League of Evil Exes. I'd had it in my head that she'd been an Epic for a few years, and in that time had dated quite a few fanon characters. Of course, I later realized her actions better fit an Epic still sliding toward full corruption and made her a much newer Epic, erasing her League from history, sadly enough. All of that is to say: You think we have suggestions? Do we EVER.

It almost makes TOO MUCH sense. While destroying the bank. He sips teas while destroying the bank.

He is also British. Steelheart, dictator of Newcago, is now British. And in every mental image I have of him, he is sipping tea.

"Steelheart! We need you to come to Oregon to keep a telepathic jerk's pants from falling down!" I am deriving much amusement from picturing the look on Steelheart's face if anyone told him that.

Hmmm. Too bad he likes nice suits, then. No elastic there.

So unless Reader is wearing sweatpants (or, as they're sometimes called here, "fat pants" ) his dignity is doomed?

I'm just wondering when this conversation will pay off in the actual RP.

Thanks. I'll definitely be taking Burnheart and Geode, and possibly Antiflame. Perhaps Tripmine as well. And from Kobold, can I take Cutcloud and Menagerie? (And yes this is more than four, but a better plan is taking shape. )

The line between "bad book" and "book you don't personally like" is easy to blur. I'm sure I do it on some occasions, because it's easy to let personal likes and dislikes color your opinion of a work. Take Victoria Schwab's Vicious, for example. It's very well written, set in a world with a dark and twisted mythos, peopled by fully-realized characters who drive the story with their surprising choices. And I hate it. There's a lot right with it, technically, but the story itself pushes a lot of my buttons as a reader. It jumps back and forth between the past and present. It stars two unlikeable villain protagonists, pitted against each other over a grudge that could have been avoided if they just behaved like civilized humans. The use of foul language and drug content is constant to the point where it feels gratuitous. The only religious character is irredeemably evil and the worse of the two protagonists. And an important plot point rests on a newspaper article that is far, far too sentimental to pass for real journalism, and the clue is buried in a photograph the paper would never have published what with consent laws the way they are. However, there are many readers who loved that book. Maybe they see my negatives as positives, or maybe the book just didn't push any of their buttons. That's fine. I won't deny that Schwab is a good writer; and I won't say that the marks I counted against her make her a bad one. (But I will keep harping on that article. No self-respecting journalist would write that and no editor worth his pay would publish it.) Am I tempted to call her a bad writer? I was. But I had to consciously separate the good in her work from the bad. Just because your friend thinks Sanderson is a bad writer doesn't make him right. It just means he doesn't like Sanderson, or something about his writing pushes his buttons, or what have you. If you take Sanderson at a technical level, he is a good writer. He's just not for every reader.

Yeah, it's a wave. Glad I could break your brain. I think that sounds reasonable. Though there might be other factors to take into account, like how tight they are and whatnot. Although....maybe if she aimed for the button and zipper, decreasing the friction on those, she might be able to let gravity do the rest.

They'll be attending a Cannon Fodder Meet and Greet, where they meet each other before more powerful Epics crash the party. Which is a very odd way of saying RAFO.

It would be easy to mistake the sparkliness of her powers for sparkliness in her clothing, I think. I think it sounds like they would, at least for a time.

Ooh, I like those. Cutcloud gets the song "Broken Glass" from Victorious in my head. Do the glass clouds remain under his control?

Voidus, can I put in an order for about four cannon fodder Epics?

New Autumn post up, by the way.

The recording chip had run its course. Autumn had successfully kept it between her fingers for the trip to Game's office, for the greeting, and—most importantly—for the flirting. Now its time had been exhausted, and not a single word had been sent to Arsenal. She released it and withdrew her hand from her pocket. When all this was over, she could smash it and throw out the pieces with the rest of the trash. Arsenal would never hear a word of it. Shiny Sparkle threw her arms around her shoulders, and Autumn smiled. She could make the introductions on her own terms, in her own time, when Arsenal was in a better mood. Or what passed for a better mood with him. The door opened and closed, but Autumn paid little attention. She let Shiny Sparkle rub her cheek against hers again. This wasn't so bad, actually. Maybe Arsenal wouldn't….well, he seldom approved of anything, but maybe he wouldn't disapprove. Or at the very least, not make a stink about it. Accept her rationale and dismiss it as a quirk of fate that might work out well for the City Guard after all. "Hey Autumn." Autumn's heart dropped. She knew that voice. It was more nasally than usual, but she knew it. Oh, how she knew it. Reader. She caught him out the corner of her eye, his nose bloodied and crooked and a wicked grin stretched across his face. "Introduthe me to your new fling." It was too much. Reader would tell everyone, no matter what she said. Everything would be distorted and stretched until the truth was irrelevant. She wanted to grab him by the collar and throw him out onto the sidewalk. But he was an Epic, and there were two more Epics with him. Two more Epics whose names she didn't know. Two more Epics she hadn't vetted. It wasn't much. Reader hadn't interviewed Shiny Sparkle, after all, but everyone knew she had final say when it came to new Epics. Perhaps that reminder would get him to shut up for a moment. And if they were only there because the smirking one had broken his nose—as she suspected—then that was a breach of conduct, at the very least. Threats were not a viable reason for taking on a new Epic. Autumn smiled, pulling away from Shiny Sparkle but allowing her hand to slip into hers. "Reader, this is Shiny Sparkle. She's here to help with the pandas, and she's definitely proven herself trustworthy." She nodded to the two strangers, one of whom wore a smirk. "Who are these two? And what happened to your nose?"

No, not really, no. And it looks like it's terrified at least one other person.

I said I called it sowrong.png for a reason.