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#thisisahugepartofReader'scharacterprogression. So is it all right if I just have Reader taken to the post office again?

One small thing, Twi. I know this is late, but Gregory's like 22, not a teenager. Though I guess Vaughn could see him like a teenager... Also, is there anything for Reader to do?

WARNING: This post contains MAJOR Mistborn: The Final Empire spoilers. If you'd like a spoiler-free version, PM me.

Um...you do realize that if Timeport teleported into him, he'd have maximum one post, considering he'd be dead... right? NUH-UH! Thefloorislava Powers: Can turn the floor into lava. Secondary: Can turn objects momentarily intangible, so anyone standing on them falls into the lava. Passive: Has lavaproof boots. Am I the only one who reads this as "A bad 'un"? As in, a bad one?

Loved it! However... ...I can only wish that Nightblood was in our RP

"Psychopathic axe-wielding teleporter:" I guess Emma Watson plays Timeport in the upcoming Reckoners RP movie.

Seth Nathsha comes up with a bunch of girls named Natasha.

One-Arm Jokes

I see that Angel isn't on the list yet.

But, what if the interview happened at Stormgate? With Vondra watching over them?

Reader needs to do something. Maybe Vondra can send him to read Arsenal.

Well then. By the way, Rowena does have a plot: that's where BusDriver is going.

Timeport woke up, though it was still dark. He tried to turn, but his leg was stuck under something. Frustrated, he turned around to look at it, and saw that it was stuck in a wall. Oh, that’s why it’s so dark. I’m inside. Timeport teleported a few feet away, leaving a leg-sized hole in the wall. He stood up, shaking off the extra bits of broken mech that had transported with him, and looked around, seeing that he was in what looked like a living room, with a once-plush carpet and dusty armchairs. There was only one house close enough to him for him to have teleported into when he resurrected. Timeport smiled. He debated just running through the house to find Neverthere, but he figured that, considering how well she had hidden herself, she wouldn’t just leave herself defenseless. There were probably traps everywhere, and though Timeport couldn’t die, he didn’t have the time to resurrect at every trap. Not for the first time, Timeport cursed the five minute wait on his resurrection. Why couldn’t I just be able to get up and keep going?! While bemoaning his terrible limitations, he glanced back at the hole in the wall. That gave him an idea. Neverthere had probably trapped the hallways, but the walls were probably perfectly safe. Timeport teleported into the wall, keeping it so that his head faced the room. Then, he rotated himself by teleporting, looking into the next room. He continued this for a little while, examining each room in the house. Once, he got caught by a trap and almost exploded, but teleporting ten seconds into the future stopped that from affecting him. Finally, he reached a bedroom on the upper floor that was clearly Neverthere’s: it was the only room in the house not covered in dust. There was just one problem: Neverthere wasn’t there. Timeport screamed. All of this, for NOTHING?! He wished that he hadn’t left his battleaxe back at HQ. Instead, he settled for teleporting everywhere around the room, destroying everything that he landed in. The bed turned into a small pile of fabric and springs, and the dresser was almost completely decimated, leaving behind a single pant leg. SHE GOT AWAY! After his failure with Chimera, Corpsemaker would be furious! He’d never let Timeport-- Timeport paused as he landed in the wall that faced the outside. Down in the yard, a big and muscular man grabbed onto a very familiar glasses-clad woman: Neverthere. Someone else was trying to take the target. Timeport’s target. Oh no you don’t. Timeport ached for his battleaxe, his mech, or at least some type of weapon to use against the kidnapper. As he repeatedly teleported down toward the couple, however, he remembered how much destruction--pure, joyous destruction--he had caused in Neverthere’s room. He didn’t need a weapon. His own hands were weapons of their own. Finally, Timeport appeared close to Neverthere and her assailant. Timeport grabbed her arm, then smiled as she yelped and looked at him. “I believe you’re taking my target.”

Question: Bus chase? What even is happening there?

Is the spreadsheet up on a pinned thread yet?

Business, and wanting to slowly go out of the RP instead of leaving all of a sudden when I go on my mission. That's my reason, at least.

You could also list all the reasons the ATTD Epics are on there... The Hunt, Nighthound's many atrocities, Deathwish's "flirting"... ...on second thought maybe that's not such a good idea.

Reader needs someone who provides him with all his wine. He'd...actually probably just hold the secret over her head and threaten to reveal it whenever she doesn't want to do what he tells her to. Speaking of Reader is there anything for him to do right now?

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Werewolf! And Mafia!

Twi, I think it's your turn with Vaughn. Unless you want to discuss what happens in the conversation in a PM and skip it all. Also, did we ever decide anything about the bus chase?

AH crap! I've been writing a thing that is totally in second person, and it snuck in a bunch of times. I thought I'd gotten it all....

I don't usually frequent the guilds because I don't usually frequent the guilds, but I would like to join the tautology club by joining the tautology club.