DrakeMarshall

What if the engineers only had a certain number of components with which to fix things? That also has the added advantage of making the engineer less likely to be a confirmed good role.

If you're talking about Taya, she does have baggage that we haven't gotten to yet. (also, did I mention that Edmonton currently lacks any healer epics...) Quietus though, I'll admit that he had a pretty boring and peaceful life before getting powers.

...and a rather large post for Taya is now up. She (I hope) has an interesting story, and it takes a bit of doing to set the stage for her exploits in this RP. Hopefully the story is to your liking. And now for something completely different.

One Day Ago - University of Alberta Taya stepped up to the reception desk, carefully blending purpose and bewilderment to give off just the right impression. “Hiya, I’m Whiplash’s new assistant,” she announced herself. “What? But, I thought Bartlett was his assistant?” “Dead, I'm afraid. Died in that skirmish with ERA lackeys, just a few days ago.” “Really? Damnation. He was pretty alright.” “In that case, I’m sorry.” “‘sfine. Comes with the territory,” he said, shooting her a pointed look from over the ledger that was splayed across the counter. “Where’s Whiplash got to?” “Stayed behind to mop up, but he should be back soon. I’m supposed to report that we found MetalFist, and there was a fight. Metalfist lost, and ran away.” MetalFist was a lesser epic that had started rampaging in the vicinity of the MEC not too long ago. His power was exactly what it says on the tin: his hands were made of metal. “Huh. Okay." He made a note on the ledger. "Anything else?” “Yeah. I’m supposed to go update Whiplash's records on MetalFist with some important new details.” "Best go do that, then." "Yeah. Which way to Whiplash's files again?" “Office in Rutherford Library, that way,” he pointed. “Right, thanks!” Taya headed for Whiplash’s office. Whiplash acted as a lorist for the MEC, and kept pretty good records on Edmonton's epic population. It didn't look there were any offices on the first floor of Rutherford Library, so she headed up to the second floor. She scanned the various side rooms, trying not to look like she was lost, before making a beeline for Whiplash's office when she spotted it. “Hey, are you allowed to be in there?” She froze in front of the door. A woman dressed in a guard’s uniform was regarding her suspiciously. She had light-brown hair and a slightly severe expression on her face. "Of course. I'm Whiplash's new assistant, updating his files." Taya held up the tag that hung around her neck, identifying her as such. "Let me see that." Taya handed her the tag. “Interesting,” the guard mused, with an expression of dawning comprehension and... Satisfaction? Suddenly, Taya was alert. “This really is an excellent forgery," the guard said appreciatively, looking remarkably more at ease then she had a few seconds ago. "You stole a real one and doctored it, didn’t you?" Sparks. Taya did not think or hesitate, she bolted. She flung the door open, virtually throwing herself down the stairs. It didn't look like the guard was giving chase. She sprinted down a hallway lined with books, running for the exit... "Please stay for a moment," the stranger asked politely, popping into existence in front of her. Taya's heart nearly stopped as she struggled to arrest her momentum, coming to a standstill right in front of the "guard", freezing. This was an epic. Most likely a sparking powerful one, from her bearing. "Thanks," the stranger grinned. "Don't worry, I'm just interested in your performance back there. I wouldn't have picked up on it, except that I saw Whiplash's real assistant yesterday. You did this alone, right?" "Why do you care?" "Well, I'm thinking about offering you a job," she said frankly. "I'm Jayce, by the way, but most people tend to call me Curator. You?" "Taya. And sorry, Curator, but I don't really take jobs from epics." Taya spoke without thinking. Stupid. Growing up how she did, she lacked much of the deference and circumspection that most people needed to treat the epics with on a daily basis. It was going to get her killed. "Perfect." Curator flashed another smile. "We should get along well, then. Despite appearances, I'm not anything like an epic." What? "Wait a sec. Are you a reckoner?" "Sparks no. You'll understand soon enough, if you come along and listen to my pitch." Taya glanced back towards the stairs. Towards the records, the ones that her survival might depend on. "And what happens if I decline to come with you?" "Nothing much." She shrugged. "Except that, you seemed pretty desperate to get at those records. The people I am with, we have better records than whatever is in there. If you come with me, I'll let you see them, with no further obligations. Just for hearing me out." "That sounds very generous," Taya said carefully. "Well, it isn't purely altruistic," Curator conceded. "If you stole Whiplash's records, they would tighten security, which would be inconvenient. Easier to give you what you want." "Fair enough." "So, what's it going to be?" Not much of a decision. She needed those records. "I guess I'll hear you out." "Excellent. My only condition is that you can't tell anybody about what I will be showing you." She didn't seem very concerned about that possibility. . . . "South Common. This is South Common. Are you insane?" "Well, at least I'll prove to you once and for all that I'm no epic," Curator observed cheerfully. "Trespassing epics don't last long in South Common." "You are insane." "That, or I know something you don't." "No, listen. I've heard a lot about this 'Typhon' thing. If even a half of the stories are true, the only thing keeping Typhon from ruling or destroying the entire province of Alberta is that it's so corrupted that it can't think. And while everything they say about Typhon sounds like a load of overblown rubbish, I've read about the epics that Typhon has definitively killed, and seen some of the footage. No matter which way you cut it, way too many of the stories are true." The Curator smirked. "I've heard some of those stories, too. I kind of started some of them. Come on." She grabbed Taya's hand and strode into the ruined complex. Typhon's lair. In the distance, she thought she could make out the vague shapes of people, cringing under crushed buildings, scurrying about with obvious fear. Curator dragged Taya deeper. Alarm seeped through her. Taya set foot on the debris-littered curb, and what she was seeing changed. A shift in perspective. All the damage was revoked. The curb resolved into a clean pavement walkway. Collapsed roofs and ruptured walls were mended, many of them now complete with small gardens perched on top. Derelict interiors became an assortment of shopfaces, most of them repurposed into homes or storerooms. Broken windows became whole, and lights began to shine through some of them, revealing the occasional scene of a bustling cafe or living space. A man and a woman stood off to the side, engaged in a lively argument, both of them conjuring up images from thin air to illustrate their points. They both waved in greeting when they spotted Curator, and Curator waved back. She was standing in the midst of a single block of a neatly kept, populated enclave, still surrounded on all sides by ruins. "Welcome to South Common," Curator declared. Taya gaped. "The ruins aren't real," she explained as she kept walking, Taya following behind. When they reached the fringe of the scene, the area in front of them shimmered and shifted, drawing back to reveal more inhabited space. Taya looked back, and the area behind them had transformed back into a dilapidated wreckage. A tiny city within a city. "We started all this a handful of years ago, when 'Typhon' first appeared. Keep walking, by the way, those records you wanted are at the HQ." Taya increased her pace, catching up. "But-- I don't understand. How?" "Illusions. Basically, Typhon is an elaborate deception, designed to keep the epics out of our hair. Anybody desperate enough to seek shelter under Typhon's shadow has found this place." "Illusions... Is that how you managed the teleportation trick back in the library?" "...in part, yes," she hedged. "Where do the illusions come from?" "An epic. You'll meet him soon. It's kind of a long story, but somehow, giving away all his powers made him an exception. He lives a comparatively normal life." "That... Doesn't make any sense." "I would have thought so too, but, here we are." They walked on in silence, Taya considering the implications. She had dealt with more epics than most. She had never heard of anybody gifting away all of their power like this. Most gifter epics would probably be offended by the idea. They walked past some kind of market, sprawling on top of a parking lot. None of the people paid them much attention. She spotted a mural of deep green foliage rendered in brilliant detail along the walls, and noticed that it had the illusion of depth. The leaves glistened with dewdrops, and were puncutated by the occasional sunburst of a small white blossom catching nonexistent rays of sunlight. The vibrant decorations and bustle in her immediate surroundings remained encircled by an illusory backdrop of decaying structures, creating an interesting contrast. She noticed that the ruins had retreated significantly, expanding her field of vision to encompass more of South Common at once. "Well, I'm glad I came to see this... Wow." "Heh. You should see the gardens sometime." "I think I would like that." "I'll try to show you them. But right now," she pointed at a looming cathedral across the path, with four distinctive spires lining the front, "this is where we're headed. Twenty-third Headquarters." "A cathedral building?" "Oh, it's something different every day. Sometimes really wacky stuff. You'll have to ask Beckett about what it is today." "Huh." Curator stepped into the building, holding open the door for Taya behind her. The interior looked more like an office building, and possibly smaller on the inside. They walked through the atrium, passing a hyper-realistic illusory model of the entire city splayed out on a square table, which Curator practically had to drag Taya away from, and entered into a small conference room. "Welcome back," a tall man with grey-black hair greeted Curator. "Hey. Taya, meet my husband Beckett, who is the source of the illusion powers. He handles a lot of the internal affairs of South Common. Beckett, meet Taya, who may be joining us soon." "Pleased to meet you," Beckett said. "Welcome to South Common, and Twenty-third Headquarters." "And you," Taya returned. She recalled what Curator had told her. "The headquarters, are they modeled after a real world building?" "Ah, yes. Today it is a miniature reconstruction of La Sagrada Familia, one of the most distinguished pre-Calamity structures, in its own right. Do you like it?" "I've... Never seen anything like it," she said truthfully. "Did you create it?" "No," Beckett said more seriously. "I don't use the powers." He seemed to want to leave it at that. Curator seated herself, motioning for Taya and Beckett to follow suit. "Right, I'll cut to the chase," she started, addressing Taya. "As you can see, we're sheltering a fair few people here. It's getting kind of tight, honestly. But, there's always room for a few more." "This is only possible because of Typhon, and other measures to handle the various other players in Olympia Polaris," Beckett added. "Which is where Curator comes in." "We defend ourselves with illusions," Curator resumed, "Which involves a lot of pretending. I have a pretty big team of illusionists that do just that, hiding the real South Common from prying eyes, nudging events where they need to be nudged, and spying on the city's epics in case one of them ever attacks us. Do you see where I'm going with this?" Taya thought she did. "I noticed your escapade with the MEC. Call it a spur of the moment judgement, but I think you could help us. I think we could help each other." A difficult call to make. "Take your time. Think about it. And in the meantime, let me go fetch those records for you... What in particular are you looking for?" Taya's expression darkened. In the last half hour, she had almost been able to forget. "...I was looking for a healer." "Oh. Oh." Curator's eyes widened. "I'm sorry. Could I ask who for?" "Yeah, it's fine. I narrowly escaped the epic Fume in Fort Sasketchewan a few days ago. I got poisoned in the process. I'm not sure how long I have left." "Oh dear. That's difficult." "I'm not sure I understand," Beckett spoke up. "We do have some medical equipment here. If the poison moves this slowly, can't they just flush it out of your system?" "Normally, yes," Taya answered. "But that's kind of Fume's shtick. It works slowly, but you never get better from it. No cure, except maybe another epic power." "Oh. That is difficult." "Yeah." "We'll do what we can to help you," Curator reassured. "But, I think it would be in your interest to work with us here," she added. "Thank you. Given the circumstances, I agree. I'll work with you. I don't think I have much of a choice." Taya answered with resignation. "But, for what it's worth, I probably would've agreed to join you regardless, even if my life didn't hang in balance. If my impression of this place is true, I wish I'd found something like this a long time ago." "That decides it, then," Curator said conclusively. "We have a number of pressing issues to deal with, the most recent being Taya's poisoning... I think I might have an idea to hit a few birds with one stone, so to speak."

I do not think the term was ever used in the books. Possibly because they are very rare (assuming you don’t classify transference as a meta power, which I personally do).

Interesting. I've never heard of this game, but I am in favor of trying it out in a forum setting if you think it could work. However, coming up with cosmere-themed cards and such is a significant time investment. That sounds burdensome for one person to handle. So, lets make a google spreadsheet that everyone can contribute to. (note, the ideas on here can and probably should be mixed in with some of the cards already in the game) Also, it might be easier for people to come up with stuff if the scene tiles / cards are available somewhere online?

A release of 591.3 MJ in heat energy is approximately equivalent to the yield from 140.8 kilograms of TNT exploding. Depends some on where the energy is released, but in general I would say the destructive force is roughly on the order of magnitude of leveling a building. So, Obliteration lite. Interesting.

“Yes,” she panted out. “There was a woman in red wearing a cloak that way. She took the cloak off though. She seemed insane.” She pointed towards the checkpoint, then slumped against the wall. She looked genuinely concerned. And still impossibly good-looking. "Sparks," he cursed. "Sorry about all that, enforcement will try to deal with it." He started to run off towards the checkpoint, now dreading what he would find there. "Good luck settling in!" he shouted as he started to run towards where she pointed. "Maybe see you later!" He jogged down Mill Wood, breathing heavily as he pulled out a mobile. "Ashla. Stranger abandoned cloak, causing disturbance at checkpoint. Is wearing red, I think. I'm heading towards them." "What? Is it an epic?" "Don't know," he gasped. "I'll tell Epoch then." Ashla hung up. Alder stowed his mobile and continued towards the checkpoint, until he spotted somebody who definitely fit the bill for Epoch's mysteriously cloaked trespasser, now wearing red. And she didn't look very happy. A fancily dressed fellow emerged from the headquarters. “How can the Belt be of service to you, madame?” His head inclined in a slight bow. Well, that already beats the reception we got from Chrysalis. I wonder if his demeanor will change after I've said the message. "I come bearing a message to the Belt, from Armageddon." Lorri began reciting it from memory. "He says 'Some of you may have gotten an idea into your heads to come and assassinate me, due to my current lack of powers. However, you should know that I have a power that comes seperate from my Epic status. I have strength in numbers. Each and every one of my followers have been instructed to ravage and destroy the city if I am killed, kidnapped, or even if someone attempts to do so. I have complete faith in my underlings ability to kill and demolish the city; and surely there’s no point in leading the city if there is nobody to lead? Of course, my door is always open to any who wish to join in the noble cause of ridding humanity from this world.'" "Can you pass that on to Orbit? And, as always, do not hesitate to drop by if you wish to help end the world. We can always use more volunteers."

Would this be capable of leveling a city if, for example, you soaked up sunlight for a few weeks before releasing it all? Excellent, this will be interesting. Alder is about to run into her. Make what you will of that, but he doesn't necessarily have to survive...

Lorri could recall Armageddon's words quite clearly. She prepared to recite them to Orbit, idly wondering if the message would have any effect. So far as she knew, no epic had ever been able to accept the tidings that humanity deserved extemination (more evidence of the vileness of humanity: those with enough power to ignore the truth always did so). Except for Armageddon, of coarse. Armageddon had known the truth before anybody else did; he was exceptional in many ways. Obviously, Armageddon was still a despicable person that deserved to die a painful death, just like everyone else on the planet. But, at least he was doing something to fix the problem. The glass doors slid open as Lorri entered the Belt headquarters, which appeared to have once been a shopping mall. She guessed that the Belt was aware of her by now, though no members of the Belt had revealed themselves to her, yet. "Hello?? I have a message for your boss, Orbit. Anybody home?"

The upshot is, at some point, Taya will very likely have good reason to be spying on Peregrine. I have quite a few ideas for various interactions bouncing around, truth be told

Ashla dialed another enforcer posted in the area, Alder Moran. The last one was too far away. "Hi. How far are you from Mill Wood checkpoint right now?" "A bit less than ten minutes walk. Why?" "Good, close enough. Epoch sighted a suspicious visitor entering, big heavy cloak. Look into it. You will be sent a location." "Understood," he sighed. "Right, bye." Ashla set her mobile aside, and started browsing a report on the Belt's recent activities. . . . Alder checked his mobile. Yes, this was the right way. Towards the strangely dressed visitor. Who even wears a cloak these days, anyway? It was probably nothing, though. There were a lot of strange people entering the city right now. Sending enforcers to nag every foreigner in the city was kind of pointless. He kicked a rock along Millbourne as he made his way towards the checkpoint, and then abandoned it as he turned a corner, as he spotted her. It was difficult not to. There was a lady on the street, keeled over and breathing heavily as if she had just been running hard. She was, by all standards, stunningly pretty, and it threw Alder off balance. "Hi," he said lamely. "Um. Is everything okay?" He realized, maybe she was running from something. The appearance of a sketchily cloaked stranger seemed too much of a coincidence. Maybe Epoch was onto something after all. "I don't suppose you were runnning away from somebody? Maybe somebody in a big cloak?" He waited for the stranger to catch her breath.

That was close, in the end. Which is good. Well played, folks.

Ah. You will read more about them pretty soon then (they aren't really a major character, though).

Haha possibly. I have a feeling it has already mentioned Oliver where you are right now, but only in passing.

Hmmm... She is rather similar to the character Oliver from Worm, who I think is a Changer 1 or 2. But her secondary power is definitely a Master rating; probably Master 2.

Hullo. I would have made my RP earlier today, but I was making a nicely formatted google doc of all my character concepts... Lets see... I maybe have an idea for Peregrine, but I don't plan on it being too soon, so no need to change priorities over that. Epoch would have fallen under the second category, for sure. Anyways, I'm gonna go do some RP now

Typhon's abilities are not exactly what they seem to be. Actually, they are not at all what they seem to be. But, from what people can tell: Typhon is an absurdly strong epic, that is consequentially absurdly corrupted, to the point of being feral and unthinking. It mindlessly attacks any epic who goes near South Common, and on two occasions has destroyed high epics with no apparent effort. Since Typhon is not intelligent, and never leaves the place where it first appeared, people pretty much just get on with their lives, and stay away from South Common. Anyway, I will have some more stuff up in a bit. I have an idea or two, if we need more things to happen to speed things along.

No problem, nah. Worth noting though, one of the limitations on time zones is that they can't really move, so I'm not sure how that would hash out.

Idk I just scan the map for names of locations and pick something random. Although, as the RP hinted, Epoch is building a lot of his own stuff with accelerated time, because the territory was originally all residential. A refinery looks like a good choice as any to hit, though, especially for a fire epic. The books explicitly mention that Prof and Steelheart have super strength, and Fortuity has super agility. I think low level physical enhancement powers are pretty commonly thrown into the package for a lot of epics, to the point where it might create the stereotype that epics are intrinsically stronger/hardier than maples. But I think an epic without a side power that buffs them like that would be physically just the same as a maple. Somebody got you with a hemalurgic spike containing workload? That's just plain evil.

I might have set myself a goal to put a character on the ATTD roster with my first post in the RP Ah, right, sorry. I was trying to introduce a lot of characters into the story arc... I’m fine with it being either writer, honestly. Heck, we could do a PM thing to write up a more seemless conversation if you want. Not really, I just wasn’t sure if they arrived or not sorry. I can add that in. (note that his clairvoyance is susceptible to illusions, so he wouldn’t see much)

ERA Headquarters Finley sipped a cup of strong tea, seated in a high-backed armchair, his mind elsewhere. He could see from kilometers away as Quietus tore apart a cell of rebels, trapped the leader alive inside the building, and let the fast zone grind it down to dust. As it should be. The message was obvious. I don't want to let a monster like Quietus off his leash, but I will if you disobey me. Sparking Doubletake. Her death presented a unique opportunity, but the leak of his weakness was very untimely. If you look too weak, people will leave you, and the scavengers will close in... Well, he just couldn't afford to look weak. Firebrand was obviously stitched up, though. Finley lost interest, changing his view to another part of the city. His territory. He swept across Southeast Edmonton with his clairvoyance, ensuring that everything ran smoothly. "Demont," he asked his chief overseer for territory improvement. "I'm not seeing enough progress in Laurel today. Please inform the builders that I will be extending their day by another two hours, and that I will be raising their account balances for another two hours' work." Demont nodded and retreated to another room to make the necessary communications. Finley flicked through the different fast lane checkpoints. Everything there seemed to be fine. What about the residential districts... "Ashla," Finley spoke up, addressing the second-in-command of his enforcement team. Technically, Quietus was the head of enforcement, but Ashla was a significantly better at handling the administrative side of things. "I'm seeing an oddly dressed stranger that must have recently entered my territory. Big cloak. Probably a minor epic or a criminal. Can you send somebody to check it out? I'll send you the location when you have somebody ready." "I'll get in touch with some enforcers in the area, sure." Finley nodded, took another sip of tea, and started checking in on the activity of the major threats in the city... Typhon. Dormant. Doubletake. Oh, right, dead. Orbit. No major activity since Doubletake's death. Slightly concerning. Phytomagne-- "Epoch, sir?" Finley returned his awareness to the control room. It was Vera, the ambassador. "Yes?" "Notley wants to speak, apparently," she informed him. "I'll keep you updated." "Right. Interesting." He expected to hear something from her, with the recent events, but he wasn't sure what exactly it would be. He shrugged. He would hear of it when there was something to tell. He resumed his survey of the city. Phytomagnet. Munching on a carrot, as usual. Minor Epic Coalition. Unremarkable, as usual. Alberta government. Probably up to something... As usual. Black forcefield. No visible changes. City perimeter. Flooding with refugees from Calgary, eager to pay the tolls to enter in. Profitable. Pariah. Sealed. That was everything, or at least everything he knew to look for. There were some looming threats, but nothing time critical. There was especially no rush because the entire headquarters was a minor fast zone. He sat back in his armchair to enjoy a quick nap.

Three Days Ago - Fort Saskatchewan, 99th Avenue You actually did it,” he said with a look of interest and a hint of greed, peering into the back of the truck. “Said I would,” Taya retorted, slamming the door behind her. Her lungs burned, her vision was blurring, and she felt a bit unsteady on her feet. Have to look strong. She straightened her back and faced Yates down. “You good to make the trade then? Kind of in a hurry,” she admitted. “Fume is, well, fuming.” “Yeah, I can imagine...” he said, as if mulling the idea over. Then, as if the thought had only just occurred to him: “Say, what’s stopping me from taking all this and just letting you fend for yourself?” Lying slontze. Some people weren't much better than epics. “A double-cross would be moronic,” she coughed out. “Bad for reputation.” “My reputation can deal.” ”No,” cough. “No it can’t, not if I beat you, like I beat Fume.” “Somebody’s a little cocky.” Taya pulled out her mobile and started dialing, thinking fast. “Weapons in truck... Rigged to go off if I press call. Destroys them, leads epics to your doorstep.” Yates raised an eyebrow, regarding her critically. “You could be lying,” he pointed out. “No point in bluffing if I can do the real thing. And I can. Second mobile as receiver, wired to the guts of a disposable camera." Cough. "Shock connected up to discharge into one of the grenade boxes. You feel like risking that...?" “No,” he conceded. I suppose I don't. Can’t blame me for trying, though," he added. She smiled in reply. Yates looked a shade less comfortable at that. "How do I know you won’t blow it up after you leave?” he asked more apprehensively. A good question, that. “Tell you what,” cough. “Send your people away for now, way over there.” She pointed. “Then, once I get paid, you get to keep the mobile.” He tilted his head, weighing the options. “That works,” he agreed, shooing away the handful of unloaders that had been loitering around the truck. “Wait there for a sec while I get your pay,” he directed her, disappearing into an apartment building. Taya positioned herself so that Fume’s truck stood between her and the apartment building. Less than a minute later, Yates emerged carrying a faded blue backpack in both arms. She accepted it, sagging only a little bit under the weight, and handed him the mobile and keys to the truck in exchange. Taya felt the knife in her pocket sticking fast to the contents of the backpack. That was about right. She had insisted on payment in rare earth metal. She had learned a long time ago that it was one of the best kinds of payment. It was scarce, prohibitively difficult to fake, and utterly necessary for electronics. Consequentially, most stable epic regimes would pay very well for it. Unlike conventional precious metals, it wouldn't draw the kind of attention that got you killed. She slung the backpack over her shoulder, nodding in satisfaction. Yates probably wouldn’t try to pull anything with just the two of them there. That was settled, then. “Glad we could reach an agreement. I’ll be going now.” “Likewise,” Yates said evenly as she walked away. As soon as she was out of sight, Taya heaved a sigh, which swiftly evolved into a hacking cough. She could hear her pulse racing. Have to keep moving. And now for the next step. She forced herself to keep walking, pulling out a spare mobile as she created distance with Yates. She dialed the number from before, the same one that she had threatened Yates with. This time, she pressed the call button. A dial tone. She never scheduled this kind of thing in advance, not when an epic was trying to intercept her before she left town. "Hello?" "Hi, this is the North Saskatchewan River Ferry." "Great. I'm going to be needing passage for one. Just down the river to Olympia Polaris." It had been a while. The last time she had been there, it was still Edmonton. One Day Ago - Olympia Polaris Taya stepped out of a fast corridor, exiting near the University of Alberta. The last few days, she had observed some of the various powers in the city, and gathered stories about them. In a new city, with a new cast of epics, understanding how everything worked was top priority. Some of the local epics were pretty scary. Epics that could control time and gravity, plants and spiders, even one that could destroy other epics just by looking at them, if all the stories were to be believed. None of them that she had heard about so far could fix her condition, though. She unwrapped another cough drop and popped it in her mouth. Taya knew it was getting worse. Hopefully, she would find somebody in this sprawl who could help. If not, she would be forced to return to Toronto. Which would be only slightly less likely to get her killed then leaving the poison unchecked in her system. The group with the most influence in this corner of the city was known as the Minor Epic Coalition. They were powerful enough to keep very detailed records, but not as dangerous to deal with as some of the others. Exactly what she needed. Taya wandered across the university campus, pointed in the general direction of the administration building.

Sending a message sounds like it could be pretty interesting, she could definitely do that if Armageddon wants to send her. Also, if at some point you want to write her doing smallish things in the background of Armageddon's RP that's totally fine.

Go ahead. I would expect Firebrand has been causing some trouble in the area, to be labeled the leader of an uprising. And Plypow Industrial is pretty close to Phytomagnet's area.