Voidus

That'd probably be a stretch for her at the moment, both abilities wise and also in giving her a motivation to help. She'd be more likely to interrogate Taya for Fume's location then try to kill him instead. Trying to pick a nice entry location into the city proper for Scribbler at the moment, anyone interested in a meetup? @winter devotion great post, I think that Reckoners handled the transition of media pretty well but I definitely agree on all the things that have made this RP great

I nominate the DA, we have excellent book keepers if you're not too fussed about which dimension they're from or how many universes they've consumed. And we've only had our records department destroyed 13 times this week so we're doing pretty we- *Breaks off and begins talking to a nearby acolyte* "What do you mean it happened again? Who... oh well why didn't they use the... well I guess that makes sense, but... ok, fine. Just get a cleanup crew ready" Sorry, make that 14 times, minor incident with the creation of another black hole.

I mean, except when we give them up freely. Then they can take our cookies. But if we don't offer them up then definitely.

I mean hypothetically he'd probably have to make sure he took care of anyone who realized that. Unrelated note but @Aurora the Rioter and @Inklingspren are you guys free for a small chat in this mysterious alley over here?

I don't but they probably would, I doubt many Epics would work with Borrower comfortably given Calamity's influence. Happy to discuss it though, would be a very interesting situation.

I can confirm that Voidus is almost definitely not secretly behind the original creation of TUBA and could not be considered one of the big dogs of TUBA. Probably. As far as anyone else knows.

If history is anything to go by I'll probably end up writing most of them yeah.

Lexi ran out of an alley and onto the road, traffic wasn't exactly common these days given the limited availability of fuel but she still needed to nimbly dodge out of the way of a slow moving sedan as it gently rolled down the street. Once she was on the other side of the street she put her weight firmly on her right leg, feeling the muscles tense as they sprang back with enough force to push her entire body to the left. Just in time for a large crack to rip through the air as a stone brick just ahead of where she had been exploded into shrapnel as a bullet collided with it. "Sparks, sparks, sparks" She mumbled in a continuous stream as she continued her zigzagging motion down the sidewalk, passing by a cafe and leaping over a nearby table she heard the lourd, cursing voices behind her continuing to drop away. She was losing them, but without anywhere else to duck into they'd still have a line of sight on her as she ran. A window in a storefront next to her shattered as her pursuers fired off another shot, thankfully this section of the city was pretty empty so no one else was in much danger. Then again if there were more people around they would have had a harder time tracking her movements. As she passed an open door into an old apartment complex she again shifted her weight onto one leg before explosively extending it back, throwing herself into the entrance. Colliding with the wall she managed to turn herself around, slammed the door shut and pulled to a stop. Taking a second to catch her breath and brush her short-cropped black hair from her face she reached back and pulled her satchel around, shoving her hand in and rummaging for a few tense seconds before eventually finding what she was looking for. A functional glock 22. The gang she'd stolen it from had likely pilfered it from one of the police stations after most of them had closed down but they'd kept it well maintained. And, as she saw when she checked the cartridge, was fully loaded. Lexi slowly backed her way up the stairs, keeping an eye on the door and trying not to make too much noise. At the first landing she braced herself against the railing of the stairwell and took aim at the entrance. "Two hands on the gun." She whispered to herself. "Calm your breathing. Tense your legs enough to run but not too tense in your arms." A few seconds passed as she continued reciting her lessons to herself. The door cracked open slowly, the long barrel of a rifle poking through. Lexi immediately unloaded a shot into the door, her aim was off slightly but seemed to clip one of her pursuers in the side. She fired another shot as a warning before bolting up to the second landing and rushing through the door there. Impact walked the streets of Olympia Polaris, a long black coat pulled around her hid most of her body but her hair blew freely behind her and her clear, blue eyes faced directly forward, staring intently at anyone passing. Most of the people here seemed to have enough experience to know that only an Epic walked with such an expression of challenge and pride. They respectfully walked around her as she passed, many crossing the street entirely or turning about completely and trying to avoid crossing her path at all. A condescending smile tugged at her lips as she watched them scurrying about. These people knew that she could crush them like the ants they were. These people knew how to treat an Epic of her stature. It seemed that the term 'Maple' was used here to describe those who weren't chosen by Calamity. But Impact cared little what they called themselves, so long as they did as they were told. As she took another step she twisted her abdomen awkwardly and felt the muscles there spasm slightly, causing a wince of pain that she quickly erased from her expression. The wounds she'd sustained in Oregon had healed as well as they likely would but she still had to be careful of certain motions, and her voice still cracked on occasion due to the damage her vocal chords had suffered. But like most things in life, if you were clever you could turn these apparent weaknesses into a strength. Only an idiot spends all their time speaking anyway, better to respond with only a short phrase when needed and keep everyone guessing. And if walking occasionally caused her pain, well then she could simply use her powers to move instead, and turn the simple act of moving from one place to another into a show of strength. She stopped walking and instead used her gift, feeling her power lift her into the air slowly, one foot dangling gracefully as she left the ground behind her and took to the skies. She flew above the city streets, lifting herself higher and higher. Finally coming to a stop she examined the world below her, the city unfolded beneath her, small pockets of activity discernible where particularly dense population centers were. She smiled as she watched it all, and knew that one day it would be hers.

That is very specific... I like it Sounds reasonable, would still be a pretty powerful Epic but not Obliteration levels of notoriety.

Above what average? Because a normal persons capacity for storing heat is not very high at all. I'd say it's best to tie it into the primary ability, at their maximum capacity what kind of area could they melt/explode? Or what kind of area could they freeze when taking the heat from things? How quickly can they store/release? (Note: I do tend to like more specifics compared to others so don't feel compelled to answer this if other people are in favour of the character)

Yeah 'near-infinite' is definitely problematic, this pretty much makes them stronger than one of the strongest Epics in the country. Also unless he's redeemed then as mentioned he should be too corrupted to 'blend in' well.

Will likely merge this with some of the other intro topics at some point, bit of work to do around how we want to organize everything.

Big thanks to the admin team for organizing this.

Voidus popped out of existence for a while, dispersing himself through the whole Alleyverse to start organizing everything. It did mean it might be difficult for him to appear much in any one particular place for a bit.

@Queen Elsa Steelheart

I seized this post for our current version of the Index - Sorana =============================== This is the Index. The index is a list of all powers/ pieces of technology you can find in Brandon's books (that we thought of at least). It contains several pieces of advice for creating characters that might help you along with creating your character. Our mods base their rankings of different characters on the index, so a look might tell you wether the power level you have in mind is within the current borders of the rp, or not. The Index (Last updated: May, 28th, 2020) OP Characters: Overpowered characters are those which have a score of over 150. They are permitted in the RP if they are given community approval. OP characters have a different character sheet than regular ones. It is essentially the same character sheet but with some additions so that other players can see why they might want to approve the character. Also, these additions help people refine OP characters so that other players actually get excited about interacting with them and think of ways that they can weave their own character into the OP characters story. OP characters should be central to many plots, so it's important for other people to know how they might interact with the world ahead of time so that plots can develop accordingly. Example OP Character Bio: This is a sample bio, to demonstrate how an OP character bio could be filled in. This is not Voidus' character Metronome. I have made some minor alterations so that if Voidus updates Metronome's bio, people wont accidentally reference this out-dated one. My thanks to Voidus for making this bio available for us to use. *****

I'd say midday ish given the amount of activity. Did we set a year/month because I wasn't sure what kind of weather it would be like.

I was tossing up a few but couldn't decide so I left it vague. 'Liquefy' or 'Melt' were the most likely candidates. As a point of reference though, with the size of the word the direct effect would have been localized to the wrist, the spreading was just an artifact of having a part of the body liquefy. As a general rule the word needs to be as big as the area it's affecting.

I think it was a useful feature that a minority of people abused but it became a touchy subject for a lot of people and there was a lot of negative sentiment towards it as well. I think our community has always been a supportive one, even when we had downvotes it was a vast minority of people who ever dipped into negative reputation.

Scribbler post up, more to follow soon but was there anyone who had any plans for interacting with any of my other characters? I can prioritize some if needed, but otherwise I'll probably stagger the new arrivals out over a while.

A group of 20 people of various ages, heights, gender and ethnicity walked silently along a small dirt path. Their clothes were almost universally tattered to the edge of usefulness, their expressions exhausted. At their head a man in his 30's walked confidently along, examining his mobile periodically to consult the map and check for messages. A few feet behind him a small family walked, huddled close for support and warmth. Somewhere in the middle of the group a teenage girl walked alone, others had tried to speak to her over the trip, but most seemed to respect her decision to remain silent. Her solemn demeanour combined with the mess of tattoos that covered her skin led most to believe that she had experienced some unspeakable horrors from an Epic or gang. Lucy Lockser made no attempt to dissuade any of the other refugees of these opinions over the trip, instead keeping a close eye on each member of the group to ensure that no Epics had snuck in with the rest. They'd had to abandon the bus a few miles back when it ran out of fuel but they were close now, close to a city as far from the chaos of Oregon as they could manage. Edmonton was apparently called Olympia Polaris these days, a name that instantly made Lucy frown with disgust, but the refugees cared less about what it was called and more about its reputation as a city that had largely avoided the destruction of other cities. Another hour of trudging along eventually led their group to a small shack. The waypoint where they had been told to meet their guide. A coyote who would be able to smuggle their group into the city, hopefully avoiding any special notice and being able to settle into the new city. Most of their group collapsed onto the ground, a mixture of relief at reaching their destination and exhaustion at the length of time it had taken them to arrive. Some pulled small canteens of water out and began passing them around, one young man pulled out a small flask which, from the smell of it, definitely did not contain water but rather something much stronger. The young man kept the flask to himself, taking only a small sip before secreting it away and looking around frantically to see if anyone had noticed, wiping a few stray drops from the patchy beard sprouting from his face. Lucy watched him, her face showing some expression at last as she frowned at him, one hand twitching. The boy jumped as he noticed her standing only a few feet away before shrugging and attempting to sheepishly hold the flask out to her. Lucy's frown intensified as her hand lashed out, knocking the flask to the ground before she turned away and headed towards the shack. Inside she saw Jordan, the man who had been the nominal leader of their party, speaking with an elderly man who she didn't recognize. The elderly man stood out compared to the rest of the refugees in both demeanour and appearance. His shoulders were hunched under the weight of his age, not the exhaustion of fleeing for his life. The tooth he was missing appeared to have fallen out naturally, not been smashed loose from the collateral damage of an Epic fight or forcibly pulled by one of the more sadistic Epics. His clothes were dirty, but this appeared to be a deliberate choice, an attempt to seem unkempt and inconspicuous, beneath the layer of dirt his woolen jumper appeared to be relatively new and unused. "Security's tightened up a bit recently so we'll have to go through the edge of one of the slow zones." The elderly man said. "Not ta worry though, I'll get you all in without any fuss. Provided our deal is still acceptable?" Jordan nodded and handed over a small sack, the metallic clinking sounds within caused the elderly man to widen his smile still further. "Excellent, I'll let you all rest for a spell before..." He trailed off as he noticed Lucy entering the wooden interior of the shack. "Well hello there, not to worry miss, I'll get you in without anyone seeing." He turned to face Lucy directly, the gap in his smile growing more obvious in the low light of the room. She walked up and gave him an appraising glance, her face dropping the frown she had still been carrying before speaking in a quiet, cracked voice. "How can we know you'll be able to manage that?" Jordan turned to look at her, surprised to hear her finally talk after several weeks on the road together. The older man didn't seem to notice, instead approaching closer and leaning in to whisper conspiratorially. "Old Mick knows his trade, don't you worry. You folk are from Oregon yes? Not the first ones from there I've snuck in." With a flourish, he pulled back the sleeve of his jumper, revealing a watch that consisted of a burnished silver before turning one of the dials on it slightly. His figure seemed to shimmer for a moment, not seeming to turn invisible exactly, but just becoming far less remarkable, as though it was merely a lump of clothes in exactly the shape of a person, and nothing that anyone should pay any attention to. A moment later, Lucy snapped her eyes back onto his form as she managed to notice him again. She felt a shudder coming on, feeling as though her skin was crawling and let out a faint shudder. "Know it can make people uncomfortable, but with this I can shield us all from notice, long as no one is doing anything too drastic no one will pay us much mind. Want to see?" Mick walked even closer to Lucy, stepping to her side and holding out his wrist for inspection. She reached slowly up to grasp his wrist, and leaned in, seeming intent on the watch before suddenly tightening her grip and focusing her eyes even more intently upon the wrist. She watched as ink began moving off of her skin and onto Micks, the shape of the words remained the same before giving off a dull flash. "Oww! What was-" Mick pulled back with a start, yanking his grip from Lucy's now limp grasp and massaging it. Jordan walked up as well, face now stern and frowning in Lucy's direction. Before suddenly stopping as he saw her face. Lucy smiled towards both men, but no mirth reached her eyes, just a grim sense of satisfaction. "Thanks." She said simply, turning away as she actualized the word she had left on Micks hand. They both stared after her in confusion for a moment before Mick began to intensify the rubbing on his wrist, the rubbing quickly turned into a scratching as he felt an unbearable itching and he looked at his wrist in the low light that was still present in the room only to let out a small screech. A red circle began to slowly spread, starting in the skin beneath the watch. By the time it reached his elbow, the flesh where it had started was a deep crimson, slowly turning to black. The consistency of the flesh itself seemed to be changing, slowly becoming softer, almost stretchy. The metal of the watch seemed to be similarly affected, losing its shape and beginning to stretch, almost sliding completely off of Micks arm. Both men watched in silent horror as the circle of affected skin continued to spread, reaching his shoulder, but more concerning his hand itself slowly began sinking to the floor, the flesh that attached it to the rest of his arm continuing to stretch before finally completely changing to a liquid and spattering the floor in a grotesque shade of red and pink, slowly mingling with the silver of the watch as it too dissolved into a liquid. Scribbler walked away from the shack as the screaming began, the refugees began running towards the shack to investigate but she continued moving away, leaving them behind as she walked towards Olympia Polaris. "Those powers are never good, no matter who holds them." She quietly whispered.

I just love all of Twi's characters But I do have to say that Autumn was a particular favorite. Hopefully I'll be able to post something tomorrow, looking forward to jumping into this.