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I think she's already been stationed there. EDIT ooops, misunderstood the question.

"Freeze, or we will shoot!" BusDriver looked around the door at the gathered squad of City Guardsmen. Holy Calamity that was fast! He quickly ushered everyone into the car and--thankfully not shot yet--clambered into the driver's seat. "Shatterblast, you know what to do." BusDriver told him, but Shatterblast was already on it. He Shattered three windows and sent the pieces flying toward the gathered guardsmen, killing every one of them. BusDriver started up the bus and floored the accelerator, lurching the bus into motion. Buildings flew past the open windows of the bus as it sped up, BusDriver willing it to go faster and faster. Mistwraith came up from behind him. "Where are we going? I didn't mean to get you discovered, by the way." Like Calamity you didn't. "It doesn't matter where we're going if we aren't going to get out of this sparking city alive. Can you keep up with this bus in your mist form?" BusDriver glanced behind him to see her look up in thought. Good enough. Pressing a button on the dashboard, BusDriver opened up the window/emergency exit on the roof of the bus. "Good. Now get out there and protect this bus."

Then we have a chase on our hands.

Well, Timeport would definitely survive that, so we'll see what happens.

Bring it on.

A battleaxe and the fact that he's technically more immortal than Lucentia and Nighthound. (Unless beheading can't kill them.)

Winter are you going to post for Mistwraith?

Then I can just include that in my next post.EDIT Or maybe you can put it into your Nathan post, because I may not be able to post for a while.

So is that an "I'll take it" or an "I'm out of brain bleach, can you write it while I run to the store to buy a few more metric tons?"

Speaking of, do you want to take Quota and Timeport to Corpsey's meeting or shall I? Quota hasn't responded to Timeport yet.

Akinator now knows Timeport.

Go ahead.

Okay, thanks. No, it was aweomse.

"Gunshots fired behind him." Who was shooting from behind him? Or, who killed him out of Shatterblast/Platoon/Fritz/Mistwraith?

That may be awesome. I was planning on BusDriver going up to his usual outpost, because his cover story is a once-school bus driver that is selling scrap metal around outside the Dalles. So he goes up to his usual outpost (with the Epics hidden underneath the bus--it's a very special bus, there's a reason he keeps it with himself) and they let him go out. But a car chase is a fantastic idea.

And to start off the new question, I give you....a Reader post! ... ...... ...what? No celebration? Mek, you're up.

They brought the Epic in before the wine glasses. Typical. “Skyler,” Reader said to the guard, “I wanted the wine glasses before the Epic. Now I’m just going to have to tell your daughter how much you hate her obsession with those decrepit Barbie dolls. They’re pretty creepy, am I right?” Skyler glared at him, but saluted all the same and stepped out to retrieve the wine glasses. Excellent. Reader turned to the new Epic. His name was Orange Crush, a forcefield Epic. Reader stared at him, drinking in all the information he could. He could feel Orange starting to get quite uncomfortable. Sure enough, Orange flashed a smile and introduced himself. “Hey there, bud. The name’s Crush, and I’m an open book. What exactly were you planning to ask me again?” Reader stayed silent, and kept boring into Orange’s eyes--well, glasses, but the principle was the same. “S’cuse me?” Orange said. Reader sighed. “Shut your trap Orange or you’ll be meeting the wrong end of those guards’ shotguns.” Orange recoiled and pointedly closed his mouth. Just then, Skyler came back in with two wine glasses in his hand. He set them down on the desk and backed away from the interrogation. Smiling, Reader pulled a wine bottle out of the cooler beneath the desk, uncorked it, and poured himself a glass of blissful purple wine. He purposely did not fill the other glass. Reader leaned back and started sipping at his wine, staring thoughtfully at Orange yet again. He was enjoying feeling the awkwardness waft off of him in waves. Orange opened his mouth again. “Look. I know I’m pretty but--” Reader cut him off. Time to get this started. He had all the useful information he was going to get. “Orange? That’s what you choose?” Reader shook his head sadly, setting his wine goblet on the table. “You’re a joke, Josh. Did you seriously center your entire look around a color you don’t even like?”

New question! Finally.

Woo! sdrawkcaB eht alkoO is coming back baby!

Um... Malliw and I discussed some plans with Upgrade in the distant future, so don't know if you want him and to be a part of those, or just scrap those plans altogether.

I agree with letting Blackhoof have him.

Mistwraith smirked. Calamity-cursed High Epics. BusDriver had perfected the art of grumbling mentally over his years of being “blessed” with these sparking bus powers. “Fine. I suppose.” Mistwraith used some of her floating mist to form the shape of rolling eyes. “Let’s get going.” BusDriver huffed. Finally. He turned to the servant girl that was still standing there humbly. “Go get Shatterblast, Platoon, and Fritz. Tell them Quicksilver wants me to take them somewhere.” She nodded quickly and ran back up the stairs. BusDriver waited impatiently for her to return. Mistwraith seemed to be having fun turning random parts of her body into mist and twirling it all around the room. He envied her, slightly. As much as he envied every High Epic, or, well, any Epic that actually had a useful power, not just sparking bu-- Someone knocked on the door. BusDriver froze, and Mistwraith seemed not to have noticed. “Open up,” a bored-sounding male voice outside the door said. “I’m here on official Dalles City business.” BusDriver scrambled for some way to deal with this. Any way. “Open up or I will be forced to break through this door!” Swallowing, BusDriver put one hand into his pocket, stepped up to the door, and opened it up with the other hand just a small crack. “Yes? What do you want? I’m busy here.” The man, Cayden by his badge, didn’t even bother to look him in the eye, instead staring down at the clipboard in his hands. “I just have to complete a quick search of the premises. Mayor’s orders.” He finally looked up. “If you’d just step aside and let me in, I’ll be able to have the search done in minutes.” BusDriver didn't step aside. “What exactly are you searching for?” The man breathed out just slightly. “That is classified information. Though I’m sure you’ve heard of the attacks on the town, and the victims left in places with various bits of their bodies replaced by metal. I can tell you it has something to do with that. Now, sir, please step aside so that I may search the building.” BusDriver couldn’t stop his eyes from widening slightly. They’re looking for Quicksliver. And if they were looking for Quicksilver... They’re looking for me. “Um, I don’t think...” BusDriver started, though he didn’t know what to finish with. He wasn’t very good at lying. The man narrowed his eyes. “Sir, please step aside.” BusDriver didn’t move. The guardsman stepped up and started to push against the door with his shoulder. “Sir--I--just--need--you...” he said between breaths, then looked over BusDriver’s shoulder. BusDriver stole a quick look back as well, and saw something that horrified him. Mistwraith was still playing with her mist. The guardsman still seemed confused for a moment, then realization settled on his face. “Is she.... Sir, are you hiding an unregistered Epic? Sir, I--” BusDriver clenched his eyes shut and cut him off. “You know, I really didn’t want to have to do this.” Opening his eyes, BusDriver swung the door open. The man stumbled in from the force he’d been pushing against the door, giving BusDriver his opening. He activated the pebble in his pocket and forced it into the man’s mouth. The man’s eyes widened in confusion and shock. BusDriver clamped his hand over the man’s mouth and grabbed the man’s neck with his other. He slowly forced the man out into the front yard, mentally counting down the time until the pebble would transform. 11, 10, 9,... The man struggled against his hands, but it was futile. BusDriver might have been old and grumpy, but he had grown up with a father that had taken him to work out for at least two hours every single day. Not for the last time, he silently simultaneously cursed and thanked his diseased father. ...4, 3,... BusDriver shoved the man to the ground and backed away towards the house. ....2, 1. The man didn’t even have time to scream, nor did BusDriver have time to look away. He covered his eyes and grimaced, but it was too late. A yellow school bus, one that he kept with him for times he needed to drive out of town, grew out of the man’s head at incredibly quick speeds. BusDriver turned back to the inside of the house to see Mistwraith watching out the door with interest, and the servant finally returning with the three Epics. “Get in,” BusDriver grumbled. “We have to leave. Now.”

This is relevant: That was a fun BusDriver post to write. Mistwraith, you're up.

Well, there is meat to be scavenged... Joking aside, I'm sorry to see you go! I hope your life clears up a bit Jo.

I would offer to take blackwave, but I've got characters up to my ears and I barely have time for half of them, so... :-/