TwiLyghtSansSparkles

Headcanon: on Halloween, Arsenal passes out derringers and little bags of ammo instead of candy.

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.

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."

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.

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.

Rats. You figured out my whole scheme. (Aw, thanks. )

Tonight? Pfft. How about nobody needs sleep ever.

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

Maybe his backup brain has only the memories deemed absolutely essential, with other data stored elsewhere? And his powers wouldn't necessarily be stored in his brain; if it's his body that's enhanced, wouldn't his brain only have knowledge of how to use them? Yeah, it kind of did. Joe, do you want to have the Reckoners go next, or should I have Remington respond? (also waiting on the meeting to start to catch up with Funtimes.)

I guess that when you're dealing with an Epic following orders of the Radiant Panda who sees the Kung Fu Panda movies as an instruction manual, a backup brain seems normal.

Backtrack's increasing glumness did not escape Autumn's notice. She frowned, trying to think of a way to phrase All right, tell me what's wrong that would draw an honest answer rather than a glare and a snide remark about being escorted through a military garrison ruled by vanillas. Then again, Backtrack seemed surprisingly forthright; the right amount of compassion might lead him to honesty. Just as she was about to ask, a high-pitched squeal joined the sirens. "You have the most annoying alarms ever," Backtrack complained. Those aren't alarms, Autumn nearly said. She knew those alarms like she knew that squeal. Mount Hood had been isolated, a somewhat remote pit stop for Oregonians on their way to different regions of the state. Visiting a grocery store was out of the question. Whatever meat they wanted had to be raised and butchered there, at the station, or done without. Those squeals—Autumn would know them anywhere. But what kind of invader sent pigs to attack? Her question was answered when a squadron of winged pigs shadowed the sky, raining projectiles that immediately skittered across the street, chittering and squeaking. Arsenal. "He is not going to like this," Autumn said, seeking and finding the nearest door. A white sign emblazoned with a cow diagrammed to show various cuts announced a butcher's shop, but there was no time to savor the irony. Bill and Jordan hurried forward, guns drawn, as the twins linked hands and sent one of the pigs to the ground with a far greater crunch than its weight would warrant. "This sort of thing happen often?" "Flying pigs, no. Attacks, yes." Squirrels were beginning to congregate in the middle of the street, swirling like a furry, chattering vortex that made Autumn immediately think of tornadoes and hurricanes. "Get inside. Now." Once the six of them were safely behind the door, with a storm of squirrels on one side of the curtains and a darkened butcher's counter on the other, Autumn pushed the call button on her radio. "Glass to—" She reconsidered her use of his given name. If flying pigs were raining what appeared to be murderous squirrels, he would be more likely to take being addressed by his actual name as an insult. She stifled a sigh and continued. "Glass to Arsenal. In Bentley Avenue butcher shop with three unregistered Epics. Two have momentum-based powers demonstrably capable of bringing down the pigs." She winced, imagining his face when he puzzled out how their capability was demonstrated—through non-sanctioned power use. "Sir, what do you advise? Remain in shop until danger has passed, or send momentum Epics to assist?"

Both posts overall were awesome. We were just discussing/debating a few little things. (The same thing happened when I had Funtimes create a watch to check the time.) Don't change anything just yet.

Right, Informant! How did I forget about him? 0.o

The Reader thing...what got me about that was that the school was their bunker. Schools are notoriously difficult to defend. Big glass doors, wide windows, ceilings that can be cut through with relative ease--those things all make a school a rather unlikely choice for a bunker. And leaving Reader alone seems more like a rookie mistake than one a group of former police and National Guard soldiers would make. Why not have the pandas ambush Reader's transport vehicle instead? Do it in such a way that it looks like they're attempting to kill everyone inside so the guards don't shoot Reader, use a combination of drugs and Kung fu to render everyone unarmed and unable to fight back, and take Reader and the guards all back to base?

What if the Panda met Slaughterhouse?

"Frequency, whistle at them. If they turn to bacon, fine; if not, the gun."

More. Definitely more. I'd say Backtrack was being surprisingly perceptive by guessing that, but you don't really have to be a genius to figure it out. And now I suddenly wonder how Koschei would have reacted to an army of flying pigs.

I hadn't noticed any decline in quality.

I'm picturing her telling Nathan "Don't blink, don't even blink, blink and you're dead" before playfully grabbing his shoulders and shouting "Rah!" the second his back is turned.

If he's our Silence, can he please meet up with Portland's resident Weeping Angel, Chicago Joe? (I like him. )

For my part, I would be extremely nervous, gaining powers in a post-Calamity world. I'd probably assume I had enough self control to handle them, but if negative thoughts kept flooding my head whenever I used them, I'd probably run. I'd be too scared of hurting the people I knew to get them to be a moral leash, so I'm sorry to say that would occur to me but not really be something I did. Wanting to murder someone would be the tipping point. If I found myself seriously contemplating killing a human being for any reason besides "He's going to kill my loved ones and if I let him go he WILL kill someone else," that is when I would break down, swear off power use, and seriously reevaluate my life choices.

True. Koschei got his powers well after it was established that nearly all Epics were irredeemably evil, and didn't really fight it. Nighthound at least left his sister alive... He sees you when you're sleeping. He knows when you're awake.

He was corrupt to begin with, and his initial tests of his personal resurrection ability just hastened his corruption. But most of his atrocities were committed under his own free will, yes. Sorry for nightmares. Worse than Nighthound?

Also, because I was bored and had this great accessory code lying around….