Voidus

Generally as an atheist I try to respect peoples beliefs. But when those beliefs try to demonize other people, particularly incredibly influential authors. There's just as many christian allegories in HP as there are in Narnia if you know where to look. There's a confirmed heaven, witches and wizards still celebrate christmas holidays. There's just no reason to hate on HP at all. So to those naysayers I say: You are a dirty meanieface full of lame.

Only changes I'd make are that I use a 5 tier system for all of my Epics so that's what I'd be more inclined to use and that while Vanillas may earn prestige in the arena most still wouldn't be participants and as such generally speaking they wouldn't be treated much better than anywhere else although at the least they wouldn't be able to be murdered on the spot with no consequences. Also on the power altering I hadn't mentioned it yet but it was a planned part of his abilities but I thought I'd put it to a vote before canonizing it.

Depends who goes, all it really needs is someone who can fly faster than Lightwards' Pterosaurs can.

Black. Let's hope so. As for Mommy there's always the option of having a MEE rescue crew happen along her, perhaps Sidestep could send someone.

A somewhat altered version but yeah it's pretty similar to what I had in my headcanon.

That's actually not too bad a description, though toto had an accident a while ago.

None at all, I essentially just picked him at random to come along. Well they'd both be a bit annoying to imprison but C4 can't really break out without blowing herself up too, I'd prefer it if she survived since she knows Neverthere but I'm open to have her killed.

Very painfully and messily. But really there's only C4 left, Whittle isn't a match for anyone let alone the entire Empire.

Yep, if you want me to write anyone I can but otherwise they're yours to do with as you will.

Was going to say just to one side of Nighthound but you edited the question out of your post so I guess you figured it out

Or they get out of his range, so they'd probably float down for a hundred metres or so then plummet.

He'd either take them all or leave them all but if you want them there then they can be there still.

He probably would have pulled them back by now but yeah that's basically what would happen.

Stitch and Yorrick and Bioterror posts up.

Bioterror waited in the room, a fancy affair, full of lavish furnishings and fine foods for the waiting Epic to enjoy. Taking a slice of cheese to enjoy with his wine, Bioterror swirled his glass around. He had no idea what to look for but a few of his friends had been into the whole wine and cheese thing before Calamity and that's what they'd always done. Looking down at his chest, Bioterror undid the top few buttons. He'd arrived quite early, growing bored of having nothing to do and not really requiring sleep anymore had left him increasingly bored, which meant he was increasingly likely to murder some people and that was probably not the best decision. So he'd arrived early. And now he had time to spare. Taking a seat he separated his skin along with his shirt, revealing his ribs that lay beneath. Using the nutrients from the food he'd been gorging on he formed new calcium deposits along his ribs, growing several small lumps of extra bone along them that steadily grew into small spikes. Could be useful if someone tries to punch me I guess but that's probably going to get pretty uncomfortable. Reabsorbing the spikes Bioterror instead simply increased his ribs density, over the years since Calamity he'd optimized every part of his anatomy as best he was able but he was always seeking ways to improve. A flash of light announced the arrival of the girl from yesterday, his fellow interviewee as it were. She seemed to be more interested in looking at the fancy surroundings than looking at Bioterrors exposed ribcage, his fingers gently prodding the bones to check them. About to greet her, Bioterror was interrupted by another arrival, through the door this time. “Welcome to Astoria. I’ve been told by the Metal that you intend to serve us.” "Bioterror" Bioterror said, adding his introductions to Brightdeaths. "Sorry about the mess." Withdrawing his fingers he allowed his skin to close over before re-buttoning his shirt.

Nighthound. Yorrick glared as he recognized the crouching figure on the diamond platform, that evil black mist seeping from his body. His first skull was quickly turned into dust by an arm of diamond that grew out of the platform, Lucentia's doing no doubt. "C4, keep going, I'm taking Scrapyard to deal with these guys, if anything happens to us blow what you've already made and jump down, Stitch will catch you before you hit the ground. Scrapyard be careful, that one uses diamonds to attack, ordinary metal won't be any good against her. Can you make diamond tipped tools?" "Never know unless I try." Scrapyard replied as their burning platform split in two, one heading towards the oncoming threat, the other continuing to move slowly along, letting C4 continue to secrete her explosive gel over the flying mechanisms. "Time to die Nighthound." Stitch said ominously astride his flaming platform. He reformed his throne of skulls beneath him, Nighthound's skull he would place at the very top, a sign to all that Yorrick would not stand for such corruption and evil. Yorrick split his remaining skulls into three groups, the ones carrying Scrapyard he sent off to the side, attempting to flank the approaching Nighthound. The second group he sent straight on, spreading them out so that their flames obscured a large swathe of the museum from his opponents vision. The last group he gave some forward momentum too and then released from his powers, their flames extinguishing as they dropped through the air. A frontal assault, a flanking maneuver and an invisible attack from underneath. Let us see how well you handle this you fiend. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Stitch glared indignantly as Lightwards casually touched one of his zombies and expelled all the thread from the body, removing him from Stitch's control and placing him under Lightwards'. "What, then, gives you the confidence to think you could call me out here, with no more respect you'd use for addressing a vanilla, in the late hours of the night?" The necromancer asked. Stitch recalled the threads to him, the bloody string leaping through the air into his outstretched hand. "Speaking of respect didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to steal? Naughty, naughty Lightwards." Stitch said. The thread in his hand met with the metal-tipped sting he carried around his shoulders, the fibers breaking apart and twining together to make one complete thread once more. "See I've been hearing round town that everyone's been all impressed by some new necromancer and his floating castle of dinosaurs but ya see I've been here for a lot longer than you and I don't think the town's big enough for two Necromancers, and while one needs some sparkly cannibal monster to make his castle float. The other-" Stitch interrupted himself, concentrating on the threads of his own clothes he lifted himself off the ground, trying not to show how uncomfortable it was when the clothing bunched up in all sorts of awkward places. "Well the other can float just fine by himself."

Seems like it should last a fair while without assistance.

Agreed, excellent Lightwards and Arsenal posts.

Then I shall introduce Gorblug, Devourer of Worlds. He has the ability to squirt water out of guns.

METRONOME FAINTED! VOIDUS is out of usable Epics! Voidus whited out! Wait... nope. VOIDUS is never out of usable Epics! VOIDUS sent out LEGIONS OF EPICS!

If we have another Halloween RP I am challenging you to a terror Epic showdown.

VOIDUS sent out METRONOME and AMPUTEE. METRONOME used TELL TIME... It wasn't very effective. AMPUTEE used THROW ARM... AMPUTEE has fainted. (from embarrassment)

Only the first one, and I didn't say they weren't awesome, just obscure. Although admittedly the ability to change the colour of doorknobs is decidedly not awesome.

Better than me anyway, I'd just hand out obscure powers and see what people did with them. Like the ability to dance your way out of any dangerous situation.

Lift's skill at stealing food would enable her to become the ultimate Mistborn assassin. "Well I have Atium, you shall never defeat me now! ......... Where'd my Atium go!?"