TwiLyghtSansSparkles

There is absolutely no way to make a Snidely Whiplash mustache not look terrifying. Exhibit A: Shall I continue, or would you like me to skip to Exhibit F?

Lightwards is looking rather devious today.

My question is: Does her thinking open the possibility for other zombies doing the same? Could others, with the proper encouragement, shake Lightwards' hold on their minds? And, perhaps most importantly, how long will it take Lightwards to figure out what happened?

Many comments in this thread give me hope for humanity. Now to return to the forums and pretend I never ever saw this topic.

The GREAT and POWERFUL TRIXIE…..is okay with this. Actually, more than okay. I really like the idea of Alice thinking, perhaps even breaking the dark and sadistic hold Lightwards has over her mind and becoming Empress of Portland— Okay, it'd probably not be a good idea to take it that far. But I really like the idea of a thinking zombie. And I would be totally okay if she did appear in the RP again.

I hadn't heard that song before! Me gusta.

Screw realism. We have dinosaurs!

Leftinch said he wanted to put the character on ice. I don't know if he plans to join up again later or not.

Panel 6 is insane!Altermind.

Joke? That wasn't a joke. I was listing our assets.

Pfft. Who needs sanity when you have dinosaurs? Also, if you don't beat or join her, Funtimes might carpet bomb you. Just saying.

Come to the Dark Wacko Side. We have dinosaurs. And cupcakes. And Silly Songs with Larry.

So that's who he is! And here I thought he was Twilight Sparkle. Funtimes politely requests a pterodactyl. Nathan would prefer one that is large enough to defend him but not carnivorous enough to eat him.

I am disappoint, Kobold. (I'm actually with Edgedancer on this one.)

He's plotting revenge…. I'm eating bagels….. He's being evil... I'm still eating bagels….

Yes.

My girl pug, Mollie, seems intent on eating every piece of scrap metal in the house. Tinfoil. Candy wrappers. Earrings. Do you think she's an Allomancer?

Nighthound practically shoved him aside, and Nathan barely managed to regain his footing. He straightened his duster with a huff and a pounding heart. "As I was saying, the Doctor and I will spend the night at our own place, and meet you there in the morning." Lightwards, for some reason, seemed intent on showing every one of his teeth as though he had just purchased them. "Anyway, what's wrong with your teeth? You look ridiculous." Funtimes did not giggle, but she did smile, and Nathan knew he wasn't the only one who agreed. If he wasn't terrified of the man…. No, Nathan Sperry was terrified of him. The Traveler feared no one. Frowning, he tilted his head in mock concern. "Next time you're hungry, Lightwards, Funtimes would be more than happy to fix something for you. Street cart tacos are always more trouble than they're worth." "They do things to you," Funtimes added in her spookiest voice. Laughing with her, he took her hands, and the Sadrys' house vanished. ---------------------------------- The Tillamook cottage hadn't been home for long, but its garishly colored walls and bright rugs had never seemed more welcoming. Nathan carried the pack into his room, dropped it in the closet, and closed the door. With any luck, Funtimes would forget about it come morning. He changed into his pajamas and hung his suit and duster in the closet. The thought of a street cart taco was tempting, but he didn't trust himself not to fall asleep halfway through. He could grab something in the morning before the museum heist. The thought made his stomach turn. Tomorrow, he would meet with a delusional necromancer and an Epic who enjoyed nudity far too much and bring dinosaurs back from the dead. And then after that? Take each thing as it comes. Nathan crawled into bed as the sound of running water blended with the sound of Doctor Funtimes singing about a high silk hat. He smiled, laid his head on the pillow, and was soon asleep. He woke when something settled in the bed beside him. "Hi there." "Hi." Somehow, he managed not to jump out of bed screaming. "What're you doing here?" "Sleeping. Well, not now, but soon." "It's a twin bed." She giggled. "Not anymore." Nathan looked down and saw he was now on one side of a full-size bed. The nightstand was gone, and it was lower to the ground than the twin bed had been. He had thought it seemed a bit wide. "Why? I mean—you made separate bedrooms before, I assumed you wanted to—er—sleep alone." Doctor Funtimes scooted closer, until she had one arm draped over his chest and her head resting on his shoulder, smiling up at him. "If Nighthound gets this far, I'll be here instead of over there." He lay his head back on the pillow. "So you don't like him, either." "He's a dirty meanieface full of lame." Fortuity. She had applied the same description to Fortuity. "That's why he seemed so familiar." She snuggled down under the covers, hugging him a little closer, and laid her head on his chest. If he could feel her breath through his pajama top, she could feel his heart racing. And why shouldn't it be? A beautiful woman in his bed was reason enough, but add to her beauty the fact she could turn his pajamas into snakes or the bed into a pool of water and drown him while he slept, and he had a recipe for a long night. Before long, her breathing evened out. She was asleep. Nathan allowed himself to relax. She seemed to have a good grip on her powers. Nothing was likely to change shape or form while she slept. She wasn't like the others. Nighthound enjoyed causing mayhem, pain, leaving destruction in his wake. He killed because he enjoyed it. That was easy to understand. Lightwards, too, was easy to understand: He thought the world would be better off as subjects of his bizarre empire, stripped of their will. He wasn't complicated. Egotistical and delusional, yes, but not complicated. Funtimes was complicated. She should have laughed as he died, but she had stolen him instead. She should have killed him in the forest, but she had dressed him like an Epic. Rather than abandoning him to CorpseMaker or Lightwards or Nighthound, she had passed him off as her boyfriend—not her servant, or her pet, but her boyfriend—before deciding that carpet bombing involved actual carpet. She was smarter than she looked. Smart enough to steal him. Smart enough to fool three Epics. Smart enough to keep him by her side. But why? Nathan's last thought before drifting off to sleep was that he liked having her there, liked the way she held him close even as she slept.

Cool. Then go ahead. The Wackos won't break into the museum until morning.

Depends. Is he likely to be noticed, or in an area where he's likely to be seen?

Funtimes will love him, and Nathan will cover for him if he slips up.

Thoughttown or the Wacko Brigade are probably where he'd be safest.

Yes. When and where will he show up? And which alliance is he likely to join? (If it's Thoughttown or CorpseMaker, you'll need to ask Mailliw or Joe for permission. If it's the Wacko Brigade, we can work out a way for him to join around the museum heist.)

I like it.

Whenever Nighthound is done trolling. EDIT: Also, shenanagins. Lightwards is sounding more and more like a grouchy old curmudgeon every minute. How long until he chases Nighthound away with a cane, shouting for the little hoodlum to get off his lawn?