TwiLyghtSansSparkles

"You wouldn't know where Lightwards went, would you?" "Uh, down the block, a few miles down, stopped at a bakery. Why?" Remington rolled up his sleeves. "I'm going to see how many times you can throttle a resurrection Epic before he stops coming back."

I'm adding a pre-meeting scene where Remington visits the Sadrys' before heading out and running in to Alice. I just wanted to know how angry Remington should be at Lightwards—well, how much angrier, anyway.

Have fun! That's what I thought.

Another question: Did he clean the blood off the floor from when he and Claudius killed the Sadrys? Or would he have left it there?

The girl's smile made Autumn want to return it, pat her knee, and ask just how dumb she thought she was. Instead, she jotted down her words in shorthand, adding notes of her own. For the sake of professionalism, she made them somewhat detailed, although she could have summed them up with a single word: Lies. We may have acted out and broken one of his glasses with our powers. Epics did not "act out." They avenged. They retaliated. They returned an eye for an eye. The only Epic who described revenge as "acting out" was one who wanted to escape punishment and evade blame. We're both new to our abilities. If a single Epic had failed to grasp his new abilities after a week, Autumn had never met him. A new Epic was like a growing hurricane, one that did not rest until she had reached the limits of her powers and tested them accordingly. No Epic with little control over her powers would have stopped with one glass. Were these girls telling the truth, Reader should have hobbled out of his office, shards of glass embedded in his skin and wine stains on his shirt. If they were able to stop at a single glass, they weren't as new as they claimed. ​Sorry about that. Another diplomatic phrase used only in great need. Her too-sweet smile clinched it: These twins were only as sorry as they had to be to avoid the firing squad. Still, the fact nagged at her. Impact and MV manipulated momentum, their control fine-tuned enough to shatter a single glass. Yet that was where they had stopped. One glass. A few insults. They had allowed the guards to drag them out of Reader's office, rather than fling furniture until caught off-guard with a bullet to the head. And now they stood in the hall, speaking with a woman they clearly disdained, trying to weasel their way out of trouble. We're still new to our abilities. New Epics were as unpredictable as their powers. Rewind had been a new Epic. So had Koschei. The girl's smile remained in place, cloying and false. Autumn gave a small, weary smile of her own and leaned against the wall. "All right, you've got me. I'll drop the good cop routine if you tell me why you're negotiating instead of flinging furniture. And please be honest. I don't want to send you to the firing squad, but if you don't give me solid evidence for why I shouldn't, they'll have to follow Reader's orders." She poised her pen over her clipboard, watching the twins expectantly.

Lucky Voidus. He has approximately 8,000,000,000 Epics to choose from.

I call Funtimes. I'll confuse my enemies to death.

I'll gain bizarre powers and become a corrupted Yandere?

Julian Hale's "I'm Reading a Book" will describe me on that glorious day.

Looks like I'll be spending some time at Target and Walmart.

I really need to keep up on these interviews. I'm missing out.

Terror upvote.

Kobold, how well did Lightwards clean up from his spam-and-bagel grossfest--I mean breakfast--on the day of the museum heist? Did he leave spam cans lying around, or is the Sadrys' kitchen still pretty clean?

"Fourteen years old and still living with my parents. How sad is that!" Yes. Yes, she would. One that screams "Run!" at passersby.

"Guys, guys, you're both meaniefaces! Can I eat cheese now?" Wait. If this becomes a homage to Megamind, then we really CAN have a disco alligator closet!

More set-my-chainsaw-aside-long-enough-to-wrap-my-giant-arms-around-you-and-forcibly-move-you-across-the-room carry.

No ponytails, and most of them wore masks. But one of them did pick my brother up and carry him across the room.

Remember how, a while back, I mentioned that my dad's company got my brother and I tickets to a haunted house called the Slaughterhouse? Well, we and one of our friends went last night. I'm happy to report that I ran into no fewer than three shady men in white lab coats, and made it through unscathed. BUT! It was tons of fun. A haunted house that was actually, legitimately scary.

Since Aldo would probably saw me in half if I vote against him, I'll cast my vote for Aldo.

"Autumn Glass, who was not a cat, petted one." "Autumn Glass, who was not a truck, drove one." "Autumn Glass, who was not Nighthound, watched as he died."

"Autumn Glass, who was not a moron, ate spaghetti.""Autumn Glass, who was not a moron, sat at her desk not being a moron."

I'm almost tempted to start my next The Dalles post with "Autumn Glass, who was not a moron..."

I honestly have no clue. Maybe it'd be like what we agreed on for Chicago Joe—they'd be able to turn to cheese or frosting or whatever the next time they transformed?

The Daleks and Cybermen would explode, as their brains couldn't handle the absurdity awesomeness. Davros, the Master, Rassilon, Sontarans, and the Juldoon would all die laughing.

I have written up my next post. Remington's mission has begun, and the Unicyclist is ready. Also, I just realized that he has a "The" title, so he might also be a Time Lord.