TwiLyghtSansSparkles

It's CAKE. Duh. Um, good?

Because his clothes make good weapons for someone who can turn them into acid, and he makes her want to hurt him. That….does not sound as comforting as it's probably supposed to…..

Lucentia swept from the cottage like a foul wind, drawing pralines behind her. When the door closed with a satisfying slam, Nathan turned to Funtimes. "You didn't fill those pralines with laxatives or something like that, did you?" She grinned. "No, but I should've." "It's better that you didn't." He imagined Lucentia storming out of a port-a-potty, face mottled in anger, freezing passersby in diamond on her way back to Tillamook. Funtimes put her arms around his neck and smiled into his eyes. "See? You always have the best ideas." After two nights of having her sleep in his bed and kissing him on Annexation Day, it was time to tear off the Band-Aid. He lowered his voice so as not to be heard by the others in the crawlspace. "Look….about us being….together…." Her smile fell and a look of panic took its place. "What about it? Do you mean you don't—don't like me?" "No, no, of course I like you." Not knowing what else to do, he stroked her hair. Diamond dust ticked his hand. "I was just wondering if we're—you know—really together, or if it's just a cover, or—" She looked at him as though he had said he didn't like pancakes. "Of course we're together, you big sillyface!" So it's real. It wasn't that Nathan was unsure how he felt so much as what he felt more of. There was a cold feeling in his stomach, but a considerable lightness joined it, which left him feeling somewhat sick. He was dating an Epic. Without warning, without a single date, he had an Epic girlfriend. One with a delusional Emperor wrapped sullenly around her finger. Funtimes touched his cheek. "Is….is that okay?" There was only one answer. "Of course it's okay. I just…I mean, we never even went on a date." "Pfft! What'd you think eating Lightwards' radio was, you weirdie?" He blinked. "Um, delicious?" She laughed and pulled him in for a kiss. "You're silly. I like you." Yeah. I know. "Want me to get the others while you fix up?" She shrugged. "Okie dokie loki. There's a chainsaw." Nathan went toward the kitchen, making a brief detour to grab his duster. He was dating an Epic. How did that even happen? So far as he could tell, there was no reason behind it. He tried retracing his steps back to the moment they met—​okay, I'm strapped to a table, she comes in, steals me, turns a car into the Weinermobile, takes me to Oregon, we meet CorpseMaker, and….uh…. No. No reason at all. Slated to die one minute and dating an Epic the next. Nathan sighed, kicked some pralines aside, and started up the chainsaw. He didn't mind being her boyfriend. It was nothing if not an opportunity, and with no one to tie him down in Newcago, there was no reason not to. But a little warning would have been nice.

Nathan, Remington, Voidgaze, Big Al, Sam, Revolution, the Unicyclist, and…um….Cricket doesn't seem too bad. Allow me to quote Funtimes: Yet I somehow don't get the feeling that were Nighthound to be calmly informed of the situation, he would burst into a childlike grin, grab hands with Nathan and Funtimes, and sing several rousing choruses of "Kumbaya."

So many pleasant characters in this game. In the meantime, Funtimes has no delusions about Nighthound not being a danger to her and her (pet?) friends. She won't be inclined to let Nathan out of her sight when Nighthound is in the vicinity, so if he tries anything, she can always pre-empt his attack with the old turn-your-boots-to-a-tar-pit-and-shirt-to-acid trick. Before informing him that he's standing on a sinkhole and will fall through the floor of the MoNA and go splat on the pavement, and that the sinkhole can follow him should he try for safer ground. I know that probably wouldn't last, but going splat is never fun. That, incidentally, might just dissolve Nighthound's fragile alliance with the Wacko Brigade.

After locking Nathan in a titanium box to ensure his safety. When it comes to science, it's always safety first.

Nighthound should be careful, though. If he tries anything like turning him into a hound (which I suspect) I foresee Funtimes dropping Nighthound off the edge of the MoNA, then locking him in a cage and performing "experiments" to figure out what can kill him.

I say we nuke the entire site guy from orbit. It's the only way to be sure. …. Or, to avoid countless deaths from radiation burns, there's always Remington Springfield.

o.0 0.o 0.0 Actually, I've only met a few of my profs face-to-face, since I'm taking online classes. And unless Professor Cardinal decided to randomly switch from teaching biology to grad-school information resources and library science, then I think I'm safe. Unless he had a midlife crisis and decided to try something new…. No, no, I'm safe. I'm okay. I will not consider the alternative. Nice way to end the fight, Edge, although I was starting to look forward to having Funtimes take Team Funacid to the MoNA, turn to Lightwards, and leave them there with a breathless "Keep them safe—can't explain—hurt them and it's acid-acid time!" before taking Nathan to find Nighthound.

All in good time. The shipping must not be rushed. (Also, one of my profs seems to think assigning a 34-page article and a 48-page article to read and discuss in the same week is a reasonable workload, so the soonest you'll probably see the shiny new characters shipped is Friday.) I really like that Night-Mare pony.

What? Nooooo…..I ship for the fun of shipping. No dastardly plan there. *whistles innocently*

Not love. Just kissy-kissy time.

In that case, I know how to scramble his powers. We make sure to fill every possible future with as much kissing and cuddling as possible. He will be so disturbed by all the PDA that he will cease looking to the future in sheer terror. "Good faith" with an OP four-year-old who rewrites history in her head to make everyone sound worse than they actually are and plays the victim after attempting murder? Threats and blackmail with the firepower to back them up is the closest thing to "good faith" I think is possible with that woman.

Really? "We will ignore you and not interfere if you leave us alone" isn't truce-like? I have a few guesses about Project Amber and they're all terrifying.

I want Lucentia to take a bite of praline, instantly gain a million pounds, and have no recourse but to cover herself in her diamonds and be launched into space to become Earth's second moon. Failing that, something vaguely akin to a truce that is eventually reached would be good. Although Funtimes really has no qualms against dropping the others off at the MoNA before taking Nighthound on an impromptu Hawaiian "vacation."

He has worked with girls and for Epics. He is wise in the ways of threats and blackmail.

More of a "We are going to hate each other in secret the way girls do or else." With a twist on "you'll never see your brother again."

And here's the Chimera pony:

Perfectly fine.

I can get Chi's. Me too! Sorry I didn't say it before, but I like the guy.

What, the cutie mark? Or that she chase some poor guard down to heal him?

Panacea barely heard Altermind's request at first, so taken aback was she with his appearance. He stood head and shoulders taller than anyone in that room, Strongsteel included. His muscles were well-defined, free of any scars or blemishes. Add to that his neat blond hair and chiseled jaw, and there was no doubt about it: Altermind was the pinnacle of human beauty. Only when Mare revealed her power did Strongsteel elbow her. "What?" Altermind stared at her. "Oh, right. We're showing off, are we?" Panacea shuffled her feet nervously. "I healed a kid with a paper cut outside your territory—that's not all I can do, of course, but since you're an Epic it wouldn't work on you….um…." And then he walked by. A perfectly ordinary man with a perfectly ordinary figure, and an extraordinarily large bandage wrapped around his upper forearm. Panacea's eyes widened. The perfect chance. "Excuse me, sir," she called. He raised his head in surprise. "Are you injured?" He took a nervous step back, hiding his forearm. "Just a burn. It's healing all right." Panacea's eye twitched in the same anticipation that made her smile. "I can fix that for you." "It's fine. I'm fine." Her eye twitched again. She took a few steps forward. "Just let me fix it. I can make it better." He took a step back. She took one forward. He turned and ran away. Panacea gave chase, laughing, eye twitching. A minute later, she dragged him back, holding his now-healed arm aloft with a look of triumph on her face. "See? I fixed him!"

So he's like a Vashta Nerada combined with a Silence? Also, since we're in a nightmarish mood, I thought I'd just leave this here…. *whistles*

Here's a good recipe: Take a fairly benign power, give it to a psychopath, add a few bystanders, and stir well.