TwiLyghtSansSparkles

Only the most noble and pure hearted Epics may wear the beard. You will note that both Steelheart and Fortuity were clean-shaven.

What if he orders the pepperoni pasta and prosciutto pepper pizza?

A quick Google search turned up zero results for a house made out of bowler hats. Someone needs to rectify this.

Fireworks solve every problem. Including the ones that don't exist.

Or becomes a magnificent bowler hat that explodes into a pretty purple fireworks display!

Logic is powerless when your peace treaty becomes a magnificent bowler hat!

That's where the shiny is?

SHINY???? WHERE?????

I found a song for Alice, guys. It's not a Disney song, but I think it fits. XD

You know my characters so well.

I think a meeting—not friendly, not unfriendly—would be a good way to introduce that potential conflict. And Nighthound just ran off with two Allosaurs, so I don't think he'll be intervening at the moment. Funtimes, on the other hand….. If you want the "glitter abomination" involved in diplomacy, I can keep her around. If you'd rather let the "big kids" handle this, any ideas for getting her out of the way?

If not, they could skirt the Wacko Brigade's territory and get a peek at the new Empire in town.

Well, since it grants Epics the power to break the laws of physics (weaponizing shadows, destroying mass) it follows that Calamity would be able to break the laws of physics, too.

We also react to your reaction by…. ….ponifying Brandon Sanderson.

How could anyone refuse a beard face like that?

That one remark led Lightwards to stalk him, finding out his secret and precipitating the dissolution of the Wacko Brigade.

Why would you think I'd ship love triangles? Is it because triangles are my favorite shape? I mean, I like them, but I'm not obsessed with them or anything…. Nope. No love triangles here.

No. I mean….no…..

Or a jetpack balloon.

They do if Funtimes gets to them. XD

“Don´t let her fool you citizens, that madwoman is a cannibal!” The reaction, though devoid of screams and frenzied running, was immediate. Feet shuffled nervously in the crowd as parents clutched their children's hands tighter or lifted toddlers into their arms. Others took steps backward, murmuring to themselves or one another. By the merry-go-round, their servants took small steps away from their new mistress. Only the redneck, who fingered his rifle and muttered angrily, and the man on the unicycle, whose bagpipes emitted a small blast of flame, did not seem afraid. Well, the redneck didn't seem afraid. It was hard to read emotions through a Darth Vader mask. ​"Me? But—no—I'm not—" Her pleas did nothing. Scowling, she reached down and lifted a handful of gravel, which became a can of Spam. With a shrill cry of frustration, she threw it at a retreating Nighthound. It missed, and was quickly gobbled up by a dinosaur. The word cannibal was difficult to refute, especially with no proof to the contrary, but Nathan feared what might happen if Funtimes had to work under that label. An angry Lightwards would roll his eyes and growl and perhaps shoot someone, but an angry Funtimes could do nearly anything. As Lightwards introduced Claudius the reanimated vulture, he determined the best method for damage control. When Lightwards turned back toward his litter, Nathan rolled his eyes. "A cannibal? Her? Oh, please,​" he said, loudly enough for those in the back to hear. "Our idiot associate—" sparks, did I really just say that?​—"is only trying to distract you from the fact he fought nude last night. A bit embarrassed to be seen that way." Nighthound was already gone, so he added a smug half-smile and a lift of his eyebrows in a sort of unspoken if you know what I mean. "And would she have really given you yak meat if she wanted to eat you?" Members of the crowd looked at one another with shrugs, nods, and shakes of their heads as they considered these words. So far as Nathan could tell, some believed him and some didn't—which was the best he could have hoped for. Funtimes looked at him with shining eyes, and he knew he had done well. Before he could think what to say, she grabbed his tie and pulled him into another kiss as the few leaves that had not been transformed rained down as peppermint candies.

Sounds good to me. Am I up next?

I think that's Nighthound's style.

And, after reading Lightwards' reaction, I can see we have two different leadership styles here. Lightwards' style: Funtimes' style: Which style will win out? Only time will tell….

Be careful, Voidus. Men with eyebrows like that cannot be trusted.