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SHADOWS OF SELF AHHHHHH

Every baby gets regular homes, or phones nobody. Why Ym? HWYLTDSET

I'll just take Kelly as your acronym. Kleenex's eat little levied yogurt. JQXZ

If you were to Nicroburst someone giving a Nicroburst to someone else...would the power triple?!

If seven ate nine, does that mean The Financier mourns for the loss of nine, and doesn't believe any numbers with 9 in them exist?

So, voidus, if you need something to distract you from it...The Periodic Table has a lot of capitalized words.

What kipper said.

Oh, there are tons of traditions like that. At lone peak you get your first kiss in public and get "knighted," and at UVU you kiss somewhere and become a "true wolverine."

Upvote for sad truth.

Well, Timeport's been awake the whole night.

Post up for Astoria; that's a cue for either Blackwave to take up the conversation or the Destructors to come barging in.

That one teleporting Epic appeared again. Things seem a little hectic around here, Wandersail noted. Lack of organization perhaps? “Alright,” the teleporting epic said. “I’m back to take you to the meeting place.” He grabbed Blackwave’s hand and then, looking over at Wandersail, gently took her hand and kissed it like a “gentleman.” Dirty little... “It doesn’t seem like I’ve had a proper introduction with this black beauty. I am Journey; who might you be?” Wandersail ripped her hand out of his and leaned forward, getting into his face. “I’m Wandersail.” She hit him with a blast of wind that made him stumble backwards. “And you can shove off.” Grabbing his hand roughly while he was still dazed, she yanked him back to a standing position. “We’ll be taking off. Now.” Moments later, the three were standing in front of a collection of rough-and-tough looking people that were definitely Epics. The one who didn’t look so rough-and-tough, but rather looked very delicate, clapped his gloved hands daintily when they appeared. “The pirate! You’ve made it!” He looked around and introduced the people around him. “You have already met Journey--” “Quite the greeting that was,” Journey mumbled beside Wandersail. ”--And this right here with the handsome hair is Prescience, this tall guy is War, and Blight’s right over here, the one with the fancy cane. And I, of course, am Dragoon, Lord of Longbeach.” More like Lord of Prissytown, Wandersail thought with disdain. Dragoon clapped his hands again. “Well, enough small talk. Let’s get down to business. What has Affinity already told you?”

Senior pic!

Oh no! You discovered his weakness: being laughed at while near death! And then Timeport died.

Now I'm imagining a three-part date: Picked-up and fondled by Deathwish, cut-up and coddled by Nighthound, and stripped-down and murdered by Timeport. That would be one awful day.

So then it's his turn? You forgot the "mangled-and-naked" part of "mangled-and-naked dead hookers."

Weren't you in Oregon for a while?

So, rundown of things for mail-mi to do: PORTLAND: 1. Anyone want to interact with Timeport? 2. Mommy has...things to do. DALLES: 1. Reader w/ Baxter and Orange Crush 2. BusDriver w/ Mistwraith CORVALLIS: 1. I think it's Gregory's turn... ASTORIA: 1. I'm doing a wandersail post to get Blackwave and co. to the meeting right?

*shrugs* I'm good with whatever.Edit: if you just want to add in the setting and treatment to your latest post that would be good.

Skyler is a one-time-appearance type of guy, so we'll be fine.

How much does Funtimes like sparkles? Answer that and you'll have your answer. Oh, also, Skyler is the braces boy, Skylar is Fireslayer's character.

Short Reader post to move at least one thing along, sorry for all the waits everyone.

Stormcage, Reader thought as he stepped into his church for the first time that day, is much too far from my church. Especially since he had to walk the whole way--Arsenal wouldn’t provide him any mode of transportation, of course, since that would be a “waste of valuable city resources.” Even though he could simply sparking make ten other cars appear out of thin air. He rolled his eyes as he stepped down his hallway. His guards were more lax in the church, seven of them having been stationed throughout it with only two tailing him. A 24 year old, Skyler was his name, ran up to him. His teeth showed braces as he spoke, braces he’d had for 8 years since Calamity claimed the earth. He’d never been able to get to a doctor to get them off. Even Reader--who had been subject to braces in his youth--felt a little pity for the man. “We’ve got a whole bunch of new Epics for you to Read,” Skyler said, “and--” “--and I’m going to have to spend all day in my office Reading them, with a few good bottles of wine I hope,” Reader said pointedly. Before Skyler could say anything else, Reader heard a faint conversation coming from down the hall. “...although it didn’t seem like her intent was malicious.” Just the man I wanted to see. Reader shoved the little man out of the way and made his way towards Baxter’s voice. “Doctor Game!” he said when he saw the older man standing in Skylar’s doorway. “I presume you’re here to haf a look at this annoying little problem?” Reader pointed at his pulsing red nose.

Oh, yeah. Reader will be going there and having orange meet him.

Reader isn't at the clinic...