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Hey, a question for the Canadians here, is there a term you use for the native peoples of Canada? Also, are there any common names I might use? I want to write a character that is a Native American, but I don't want to end up being racist or uneducated, or offend somebody.

Your move.

The song drew to a close, and Liam waited for the next to start. Suddenly, the passenger window burst in, sending a spray of glass shards onto the passenger seat. The door swung open, while someone swung in, plopping down on the seat beside him. “Howdy! I call shotgun!” Liam pulled his eyes from the road and glanced at the interloper. He, she, they… it? They were flashy. Literally flashing, with vibrant blue and orange hair that hurt the eyes with its fluorescence, and a wide grin with equally shiny white teeth. “And I have a shotgun!” The... whatever exclaimed, as a garishly decorated shotgun appeared in their hand. Liam lashed out with his arm instinctively, the arm blurring with speed, and pinned the newcomer to the seat. They dropped the shotgun, which vanished. Wha—, Liam thought. His arm had moved a little too fast just then. However, he had no time to ponder. He pulled the van over to minimize the threat of smashing into a tree, then turned to face the strangely neon intruder. “Who are you,” Liam demanded, gesturing to the broken window, “and you owe me a new window.”

I like the first one, Kidpen.

Thanks! I was hoping it would work out. A flashback post for Phyto, since he seems to be your prominent Epic, would be helpful. I was just going to say that the timeline for your post is a little weird, since one moment Phyto is peacefully eating a carrot, and the next there is an angry challenging Epic in the middle of a fight scene. On the reread, I could tell they were definitely separate events, but it was a little hard to catch.

Operative: MOOSE - Alberta, Canada - 08:39 hour - En route to objective. I gave a letter to the postman, he put it in his sack Bright an’ early the next morning, he brought my letter back Lonely on the long flat stretch of the Trans-Canada Highway, a red Volkswagen Samba rumbled down the road. At first glance, the Samba was no different than any other, but upon further scrutiny one noticed the bars on the front, reinforced for ramming, and the faint blue glow of gravatonics underneath the vehicle. However, there was no one around to scrutinize. Not another human being in sight out on the plains, only empty fields and vacant streets. Occasionally, faintly in the distance, a trail of smoke could be seen, likely from some marauding Epic terrorizing one of the few occupied farms left in the countryside, but that was not the red van’s concern. She wrote upon it Return to sender, address unknown No such number, no such zone Humming along to the record, Liam “the Moose” Dunton leaned back in the driver’s seat. He glanced at the dials on the dashboard, then looked back at the road, the long, monotonous road. He was used to it now, having spent nearly the past eight years driving through Canada’s backcountry. He took a sip from the mug beside him and sighed. We had a quarrel, a lover’s spat I write “I’m sorry” but my letter keeps coming back Liam was a bigger, mostly muscle, man, with a beard to match. He liked his beard. It kept his face warm, and it was usually intimidating to scrawny bandits that tried to bother him. It could be said that Liam was not a people person, but that wasn’t true. He liked some people, but most were annoying slontzes. It was an obvious fact, some just elected to ignore it. So then I dropped it in the mailbox and sent it specialty Bright an’ early next morning it came right— The music cut off, interrupted by a pinging from the screen Liam had rigged to the dash. He tapped the screen. “Bear to Moose. Good morning from HQ.” Liam grunted, and his beard hid his slight smile. “Sparks, Bear. You interrupted my music,” he grumbled. Laughter came from the com. “You and your Elvis, man. Never gets old, does it? Even though it’s seventy-something years now…” “Don’t disrespect the King, Bear,” Liam warned, but the smile stayed on his face. It was always like this with Bear. Bear was another agent from the Circle of the Shield, Liam’s employer. Bear liked to joke. “I’m joking, I’m joking,” Bear said through the com. “You know that. Anyways, I have important intel to share, so focus. The location of the target is Olympia Polaris. I don’t know what pompous Epic decided on such slontz-y name, but I ain’t calling it that. Polaris used to be called Edmonton, and that’s what I’m going to be using. Margaret can shoot me. To get back on track, the target is in Edmonton. The exact location is unknown, because according to the informant, their base is mobile. However, they never seem to leave the city. “They call it the Fence. Or the Picket. The informant mentioned they use both names. I think that they’re both garbage names, but no one cares about my opinion around here—” “Bear, just give me the briefing.” A loud sigh came from the com. “Fine. The Fence is a black market operation that seems to be run by an Epic. You heard me right. An Epic. What makes this worse is that the informant reported that the operation deals primarily Motivator tech. Not all the wares work the same—the informant made that clear—but it is definitely Epic-derived. You can see why we want this shut down.” “Right.” “The Epic that runs the Fence doesn’t seem to be particularly involved with any of the other ruling Epics in the city, so I wouldn’t worry about getting wrapped into a faction conflict with any of the other main Epics. There are some things that I should warn you about.” “Go ahead.” “The city is unstable. Doubletake was recently killed, and that left a power vacuum. The Epics will be jostling to fill that gap. Don’t get caught in the crossfire. I’m sure you can handle it, but it’s much easier to keep your hands clean… aside from the Fence, of course.” Liam took another sip from his mug. “I see. Blow up a black market, perhaps loot some of its goods, and don’t get mixed up in politics. Anything else?” “Bingo. And nope, that’s pretty much it. Have fun on your mission while I’m cooped up with Auntie here,” Bear complained. Liam chuckled and shut off the com. A slightly charred sign indicated that Edmonton was not far off. He turned the record player back on and relaxed. She wrote upon it Return to sender, address unknown No such person, no such zone.

I'm trying to time my intro out. I'm thinking about third or so in the thread, early enough that it isn't late, but not so early that it is left unsupported by the other main characters in Edmonton. Edit: Also, I photoshoped up a character icon for the Circle of the Shield associated characters. I might make character specific ones too, but here it is.

Oh my flippin' gosh, I literally squealed when I saw this. I'm not denying it. I am amazed that I can still make such high-pitched sounds.

Pardon me, I don't want to be too overbearing, but... @Comatose, is there anything that you need before opening the thread?

Maybe the regulation is based on the rain/weather. Since it was raining/dream-storming in the stadium when Titan was ban-teleported, when it rains/dream-storms again Titan reappears.

If this is the case, maybe Titan will reappear at a later time...

Named Tempest?

Something along these lines, that she is more effective during the dream-storm, and also her weakness is indirectly negated by the storm? Maybe her real name is her weakness, and she doesn't want anyone to remember it? I feel like her power, instead of a destructive power, is something like banishment? Instead of dissolving into dust, Titan was actually transported to some sort of prismatic plane? Is that too OP?

Also, Comatose, I think that is a fine amount. It leaves a good cliffhanger, and definitely describes how Doubletake got deposed.

Amazing, Comatose. Amazing. The way you implemented the Dream Storm... Doubletake’s snarkiness... Who is that little girl though?

@Comatose is the second half of the prologue close to completion?

This is great! I'm loving the Reckoners perspective you have here, especially Jenn. My only concern is that you left us hanging; I want more!

In Russia, of course. No need to worry about the Reds in Edmonton... yet.

Just a random thought: the reborn Soviet empire of New Siberia. Da, comrade.

What time of year does the RP start? Specifically what season? And I believe that the year is 2025?

Yes.

I think it’s all up to whoever is writing the opening post, now.

Me likey.

I’d like to point out that you may want to consider Chrysalis as a High Epic, since the carapace offers nearly complete invincibility. Otherwise, everything seems to be looking good. Who came up with the Fence (the black market)?

He decided to put out a newspaper ad.