Voidus

"Numnums is on a diet! Strictly no exploding gel secreting Epics! Just throw her off the museum if she can't keep up." -Neverthere

And then Nighthound Died?

And I fully expect him to make sure the first thing she does is booby trap the rest of the museum as much as possible too. That and find skimpier clothes. Somehow.

If she were a morally upstanding human being that's what she would do. Unfortunately, she's Nevertheres friend so sadly all our enjoyment of Nighthound losing his head in a very literal way rests with Ray. She uses a whistle I believe, so yes she could blow half the museum right now but she's not willing to die for it and it still might not be enough to actually cause it to fall.

It was given to her by her BFUIBMIFM (Best Friend Until It Becomes Mildly Inconvenient For Me)

I have an Epic called everything Technically though C4 is an acronym for the Cute Capricious Companion of Calamity.

Shall do. Hooray for terrible terrible friends!

Speaking of which, Neverthere might pop in to visit the hellspawn known as the Jagers to see how her friend C4 is doing. Then promptly renounce all friendship with her and point out that they missed a spot in torturing her.

I haven't promised anything still...

It'd be more weird if we didn't talk about stuff like that in Questions, what else are we supposed to do? Plan events related to the RP?

Trying to decide what Neverthere would be getting up to this morning, going to visit Timeport, spying on Lightwards and co., spying on the MEE, spying on Corpsemaker and Altermind, holding a funeral service for Numnums or needlessly taunting some Vanillas.

Well we're only 10 pages away from Question 15

Nope, it's 'encouraged' pretty strongly for any new Epics in town but its not mandatory, especially for any other members of the government. This would be the time to approach Soulcaster if you wanted to introduce her that way or if you wanted to set up your own plotline elsewhere in the city that's fine too.

Nothings really happened or been planned much other than the arena battles so I'd say not really Probably a good time to introduce some characters though, while all the characters are conscious and everything. EDIT: Soulcasters range mysteriously quadruples and he murders Nighthound a dozen times in his sleep?

Noooooo.... Why would you think that?

Soulcaster, ruler of the Salem Arena applauded the end of the match. The two combatants had both attempted to circumvent the game but that was entertaining in its own way. And entertainment was all that Soulcaster cared about. Let the other Epic rulers duke out their control of cities and lands, let the masses fight over food and safety. Soulcaster had known on the day he was Chosen that such things need no longer bother him. He had evolved past the needs of lesser beings. With barely a thought he could construct entire realities, intricate in detail, within half a minute he could rid the entire city of his rivals if he wished it. But when you could create a universe exactly as you wished it there was one thing that became immediately obvious. Having everything you could ever want was incredibly boring. Some might find pleasure in endlessly feeding their carnal desires. Indeed, Soulcaster catered to many Epics and men of such quality. But Soulcaster himself needed something different. He needed fresh ideas, he needed creativity, surprise and emotion. He needed the Arena. His Arena, where Epics and sometimes lesser beings did battle, the endless array of abilities and tactics was the one source of entertainment that satisfied Soulcaster. And so the Arena had become his sole focus. He left the running of the city itself to others, so long as the arena was supported he would let the likes of Mouldbreaker run loose in the city relatively unsupervised. The fighting Epics were kept under control, Salems reputation grew, and if one of the Epics tried to seize the city from him? Well he'd show them the realities he'd made for the first Epics who'd thought they could fight Soulcaster. Projecting to the center of the arena, Soulcaster ended the Dreamstate for the crowd, causing a sea of eye rubbing and stretching as their souls found their way back to their body. "This mornings brackets have now ended." He said, delivering his usual midday address. "The Arena will resume in one hours time for the afternoon brackets. Congratulations to the victors, and to those who were defeated, you shall have plenty more chances." Dismissing the projection, Soulcaster stood up with his real body, retreating through the Stadium to his dining room. Some of the combatants were already waiting, Savannah from the first match eyed him with anger. That one could be an interesting addition to the permanent roster, perhaps aided by some other animals for an Epics vs. Beasts fight. Taking his seat, Soulcaster allowed Mouldbreaker to leave for the day. He would 'patrol the city', seeing to any unruly Epics not participating at the arena and taking care of whatever other business he might have. The young Meliability walked cheerfully into the room, smiling at Soulcaster, perhaps one of the only Epics in the city that didn't really fear him. He wasn't sure if it was her age, that she was local or if she'd simply gone insane. The cause didn't particularly matter, she'd provided him with many entertaining matches in the past. Blurring around the tables and unseating more than a few of the other Epics with her motion, Meliability took a seat nearby, shoveling half a chicken into her mouth and chewing at high speeds. Swallowing a small chuckle, Soulcaster turned to the other combatants, they'd earned the right to come speak to him if they wished, to offer some trade or make a request. He hoped none did today, answering requests was profoundly boring.

Surprise plot twist! Soulcaster is actually a sentient tree who changes his appearance whenever he Astral Projects. Calamity decided to Gift to this tree because it once dropped a branch on Nighthounds head.

After much trawling of deviantart I finally found an icon I like: Thoughts?

Yes I suppose there's that too Still having trouble finding a Soulcaster icon to use.

One of the reasons we limit energy absorption to reasonable limits, otherwise they could absorb the energy of the earth and level a city in half a second.

Pretty much all she does is spy on or annoy/murder other people I might try to get something up for her though, she does have some things to be about, contacting the empire, trying to figure out why Lucentia is in Portland, find information on the other factions. Thank you muchly! Scribblers got something similar going on albeit with her own type of corruption, Impacts is pretty straightforward. Guess the Dalles is in for some Corrupted!Voidus Epics

So now I've gotten the 'Impact is about to murder a hospital full of people' foreshadowing out of the way I'm in the mood to write something less terrible. Who's up next? *Checks list* Neverthere, Bioterror or Soulcaster... great.

Rubbing her eyes gingerly, Scribbler shuffled her way down the street, it had taken her the entire night to restock the cities supplies and now she probably wasn't even going to get to see her parents before they left for work. Stupid Arsenal, can't even take a joke. Even when it's not a supernatural power Epics are always using whatever power they have to abuse others. Well they wouldn't be so confident of themselves after she'd talked with the Commander. Surely he'd see the need for more checks upon the Epics wouldn't he? He'd understand that they needed to be controlled. After all, he'd been there when Koschei had- Violently shaking her head to dispel the memories, Scribbler quietly unlocked and opened the door to the house she shared with her parents. She probably could have gotten separate quarters if she'd wanted but she wanted to keep in touch with them, they helped her to anchor herself when she felt the strange rush from using her abilities. And she would do anything to protect them. Examining the door, it occurred to her that she'd never put any protections in place. True she wasn't supposed to use her powers selfishly but this was to protect her family, that was ok wasn't it? Taking out her writing kit, its inkwells nearly emptied after an entire night of writing, Scribbler began to scrawl a series of words around the door. Her right hand had long since cramped to uselessness so she made slower progress with her left. Barrier. Fire. Repel. Shield. Protect. A series of protective words and phrases were slowly inked around the doorframe, enough that she should be able to activate them all to erect a solid barrier if necessary, though judging how strong of an effect it would have was always tricky. She new that her ability was somehow linked to the size and length of the writing and creating materials was generally easy enough to get the right size but any kind of effect seemed to have its own requirements of size. Just because the writing covered the entire doorway didn't mean the barrier would. I really need to figure out the limits on this more. Scribbler mused to herself as she crept through the house before crashing into her bed. Might as well try to get an hour or two of sleep before Arsenal makes me restock the fuel in all the cars or something. Impact awoke in a haze of confusion, her body and mind both moving sluggishly. Where am I? Cranning her stiff neck to examine the room she found a rudimentary hospital, a few beds like the one she was lying on were occupied by people in various states of injury, a middle aged lady with severe burns on her face, a young boy with several gunshot wounds and someone whos eyes appeared to have been gouged out. Hospitals had changed a lot since the arrival of Epics. Epics? That's right. I shouldn't be here, I'm an Epic I'm not suited to being held with such trash. Attempting to get out of bed caused a sharp stab of pain in Impacts stomach, she touched the area gingerly to find a swathe of bandages. "Don't move, you'll tear the stitches and probably your intestines." A calm, deep voice said from the doorway. "It's a miracle you were even alive last night, there wasn't as much blood as there should have been for a wound like that." Impact stared at the man for a moment. She hadn't heard a single thing he'd said. "Ah, yes. Your ears looked like they went through some trauma as well. It'll be quite a while before you can hear properly and you'll need to be careful for a while longer, infections will be a problem." He said, taking out a piece of paper and writing the instructions down to show her. Raising a hand to her head she felt substantial padding around both ears, to protect from infection and more trauma she supposed. Deaf? For weeks? That's going to be a problem. Need to hide the wounds, cover them up so no one notices. Ah Sparks I can barely even move, how am I going to cover that up? "So... You're up." Another voice said, this one younger and less calming. She couldn't hear the words but Impact could tell exactly what was on Jeremys mind as he stared at her. Before Impact and MV had become Epics Jeremy had been a close friend of them both, talking with them and getting into trouble when one of their pranks went awry. But then that day had happened. Jeremy had been the one who found them. The one who pulled their dead parents from the debris of their house. The one who knew they were Epics. The judgmental stares had started. Before too long both twins had decided to leave rather than face the fact that their only friend now hated them. Thinking back, Impact was no longer sure why that had bothered her. Why did she care what Jeremy thought of her? If it was annoying she could just squash him like a bug, why had she gone to the effort of relocating herself just to avoid one angry little bug? Returning Jeremys stare with one of her own, Impact smiled. The look of fear that suddenly hit his face was almost worth getting stabbed.

"I'm an Epic of simple tastes. I like glitter, sugar, and colour! Do you know what these things have in common? I can manifest them out of thin air."

Joker Funtimes is scary.