Voidus

Without Lerasium it's a bit of a Moot point since no one would be able to burn it

I'll take up Mommy and Sidestep for the time being until someone else wants them. Yeah what Twi said, I'd say they should disappear.

*Tips hat* Thanks! It's been a while so I'm mostly writing whoever I'm feeling most at the moment, should get back into the feel of it soon and write more characters.

Bit redundant now but, welcome to the forums! Can I interest you in a welcome-cookie?

Bioterror stalked his quarters, his new tail lashing behind him as he paced back and forth. "Bloody teleporters." He growled. "Breaking my eye contact, making me need to actually fight seriously." But that wasn't even the worst thing, the worst thing was that the shadowy one had managed two things that Bioterror simply did not allow. To actually have the nerve to escape when Bioterror had decided to kill the Epic, and taking along all the other with him! But worst of all was that he had trapped Bioterror, rendered one of the strongest of Epics powerless until he'd escaped from that prison of darkness. The wall creaked as he spun around, tail smashing into it at high speeds. "Not enough, it's still not enough." His pupils thinned into reptilian slits, a cold, hungry gaze. Bioterror was hungry again. He didn't feel true hunger, not since his transformation. But it was similar to the sensation he remembered from years ago, a yearning for more, the need to fill his body. But now he doubted that some cold pizza would quite do the trick. His hand was already on the door, ready to leave and begin hunting. But then he shook his head, resuming his prowling again. "New city, new ruler, need to play nice." He reminded himself. But oh how that chafed, to be told what to do, to know that he had to deny his own pleasure for the sake of someone else. I need a distraction. But all he wanted was to chase down that bloody Epic and snap his neck like a twig. Perhaps there was another way to get stronger, a way he dimly remembered from some of his early, hazy memories of being an Epic... Bioterror took a deep breath, closing his eyes and recalling it. Remember. Remember the feeling, the way you directed the power, directing that incredible destructive energy inwards, focus it.. Muscles relaxed, shoulders drooped, his tail ceased its thrashing. Now, focus on all that unnecessary energy and eliminate it. Colour vision? Pointless, distracting. He opened his eyes slowly to a world dyed in black and white. Digestive system? Don't need that anyway, redundant. An odd sense of nausea arose as he shut down all metabolism is his stomach and intestinal tract. Immune system? Also redundant, healing takes care of that anyway. His blood grew hot as various cells grew quiet. Sense of touch? Heat, cold both unnecessary right now, pain would only be a distraction, I need only my balance. His body grew numb as his nerve endings slowly silenced. In this dull, grey world, Bioterror took all that wasted energy... and chanelled it. Active vision? Ramp it up to 11, force all that information through. Increase the energy consumption of the optic nerve, channel more blood to the primary visual cortex, process everything, see everything. His eyes darted across the room, taking in every flaw in the woodwork, pupils expanding and contracting to fast to follow as his focus shifted from one spot to the next, blood vessels expanded, giving him an even more deranged look. Next, plan your action, increase flow to the frontal lobe, focus it into the motor cortex. The world began to slow as his eyes continued to move, his mind racing to make sense of all the visual information. It comes easier now, more focus means more control, now... continue to adjust the brain activity and then pour all the excess into muscle fibres, force all the energy into them, force them to contract so fast they tear, create such explosive acceleration that not even a teleporter could react. An inconceivably fast blur of flesh and then, suddenly, the gentle dripping sound of blood falling to the floor. Colour returned to the world, everything went back to it's normal speed and Bioterrors eyes regained their ordinary motion. And an incredible burst of pain was felt through his entire body, but most noticeably in his arm. Blood was flying back up into the wounds as his healing began to take effect but even so it was not an instantaneous process and his arm had been... "Destroyed huh? Guess I'll need to work out how to make it stronger first." His hand hung limply, held onto his wrist by only a few strands of muscle, his fingers were in even worse shape, several bones had been shattered completely and the shards were still making their way back from across the room. It wasn't just his arm though, more blood fell from his eyes as ruptured vessels spilled their contents, the muscles throughout his body screamed in agony as they reknit themselves after having been forced to tear themselves into shreds, his brain felt like the mother of all migraines was visiting as it scrambled to make sense of the sudden shift in sensory information again combined with the rapidly changing blood pressure. Forcibly calming his heart rate, he waited for his flesh to finish reverting to its previous state before flexing his hands before him. "Not enough still. But better." He grunted, before closing his eyes again. Bioterrors powers were not gentle, even when he used them on himself, even with the utmost concentration and focus it was far too violent. But it was a violent world, and if his body was going to be torn into pieces it was going to be by his own doing, not that of another Epic.

Indeed, we call him that because we haven't updated his title since his long, internet devoid absence. Now he is the creator of a MILLIONS EPICS!! Mwahahaha! Incidentally...

You wait for Voidus to sort through what's going on with Salem as he tries to get the story going again Then I'd suggest you hash out who your first interaction is going to be with, preferably a somewhat frequent poster so you don't get stuck waiting for replies.

"And now I have assimilated the power of Steelheart himself! Prepare to be in awe as I make a small breeze and shoot some fireworks at you!"

Curveball was a minor Epic with the ability to never run out of bullets, so essentially just means really low-level.

That would certainly be interesting, particularly in the Arena.

It'd go to whoever used it first I'd guess, although if they used it more or less simultaneously I'd give Showstopper the win because her power would be upgraded.

Yeah I don't worry too much about broken Epics in Salem because Soulcaster is a pretty great deterrent against that. Plus there's Showstopper as well.

Anyone up for a new writing prompt? If your character (From the RP or outside of it, though if it's not from the RP some backstory might be necessary) were to spontaneously develop Agoraphobia, how would that go?

I'm ok with the updated abilities pending the answers to Twi's question. We could certainly use more action in Salem lately, though I have some plans in that direction that I hope to put into action soon.

There's Epics on his post, my god there's Epics EVERYWHERE!

I was kind of hoping my return would be announced by something more like:

I may have gone crazy without the internet but I'm not that crazy

The real question is, does it matter which one you pick since I'll do both anyway?

You are walking down a dark dimly lit alleyway, a strange hood man walks up to you, a hint of metallic spikes gleaming from beneath his hood. He offers you a choice, would you like: a). A barrage of Epic profiles dredged from the darkest pits of humanity? b). Another post?

Well that may technically be true but some day I'll figure out how to become alive while still having a number of spikes in excess of 45*200,

I'M ALIIIIIIIVE!

Ok so I'm currently at work but Mrs. Voidus has informed me that we have internet again! Prepare yourselves for the spampocalypse that is about to ensue.

First post up for what feels like far too long. Any other requests for posts? I may update that post with a segment from MV in a bit once I've read up on where that conversations gone

Neverthere finally pulled her face out of Nighthounds shoulder, a mix of sweat tears and blood had dried on it but then now wasn't the time to worry about her appearance. She'd almost missed the moment that they'd finally separated from Timeport but that tendril of diamond was unmistakable. What on earth was Lucentia doing here? She didn't exactly seem to be on the best terms with Nighthound and he wasn't likely to have asked for her protection, or indeed to have needed it if it was just him. But then she couldn't have been in league with Timeport, she'd separated the two of them after all. She put the thought to one side, figuring out everyones motivations could come after her body was somewhere safe. But then, where on earth could be safe? They'd found her somehow but if she just moved to another safe house who's to say they wouldn't find her again? Nighthound slowed down to a more natural speed before finally stopping, letting her catch her breath and calm down for a moment. "So... uh, nice to see you again?" She tried, panic still seeping into her voice but a moment later she masked it again, adopting the flirtatious smile she had used with the Epic earlier in the day. "And here I thought Prince Charming was an Epic still in northern Europe." A moment later she realized just how dumb that sounded and her expression faltered for a second again, though due to embarrassment rather than fear this time.

To be massively nitpicky here: technically it has a different atomic structure, not molecular. On the subject it'd likely burn as any other isotope of that metal would. It's not like all metal is usually made of the same isotope naturally, when a Mistborn burns iron they'd be burning around four isotopes of it.