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Ahem, GET AWAY FROM THE MUDKIPZ THEY THINK YOU'RE CREEPY. JOIN ME MUDKIPZ.

Fortunately, nachos.

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Oooh, good idea.

One day, Butt's abilities were tired of never being tested.

Definitely 256. Still. Yes?

Goree sauntered along, and strode up to Suri. "Do you like my hat?" He asked, gesturing to the rutabaga that sat on his head.

Usually Other.

Zaren trudged along, pewter keeping him moving, but he knew he was dying. A stab wound in the side, especially one so deep, could prove fatal. He didn't want to inflame the wound but he needed medical attention. He Pushed off of a coin and threw himself upward. As he soared through the air, he searched the battlefield with tin enhanced eyes for a medic. No, not a medic. Just someone. Anyone. He needed help. The land was a scar, thousands of dead spread across the city. Sentinels, Ghostbloods, they all were dead. His steel ran out. He drank down his last vial and kept himself aloft. Eventually, he descended and landed on the ground. Make your way to safety. Zaren limped on, slowly dying, as he approached the Alleycity Sentinel headquarters. He fell, preserving what little pewter he had left, crawling to the building. He made it to the front doors when his pewter ran out. For a moment, it seemed as though he would lose consciousness, but he flared tin, bringing him to lucidity with a burst of shocking pain. Clutching his side, and overly alert, he shot the hinges of the door out with his Devastator. The doors were built like an airlock. The second one was much harder to get through. He slapped his hand on the scanner, and the door clicked open. Zaren crawled through, just as his metals burned away, bringing him to unconsciousness.

Can you add this character also?

Name: Goree Smedry Alias: Plan B, The Contingency Investiture: His talent is this: He is extremely bad at spelling. I can see this being useful for decoding messages. His bosses ask him to scribe and he ends up deciphering a code. He's so bad at spelling. Skills: Talkative, Funny Weakness: Sometimes his power works against him. Appearance: A tuxedo (duh) and a rutabaga hat. Age: 25 Earth years Personality: Extroverted and outgoing. Popular with the ladies.

In his defense, his mother only taught him how to crochet.

Sure, but keep in mind that you need to still be recognizable as a Sentinel.

Bit of a necro, but I couldn't let this perfectly good thread die off. Ash, you are the ultimate fangirl and eternal optimist.

Zaren saw the rogue Sentinel (for Jonas was in the guise of a Sentinel) and actually growled. “Traitor.” Before he could react, Jonas lifted the Devastator and fired directly at him. Zaren flared bendalloy and burned duralumin lightly. The shot froze midair. Zaren ducked and his bendalloy ran out. He replenished his metals and leapt to his feet. He flared iron and yanked himself aside. Jonas’s head snapped sideways. Jonas charged forward a aimed a well-placed punch at Zaren’s face. Zaren flared pewter and caught the fist, then threw Jonas off balance. Jonas quickly recovered and swung a knife at Zaren. Zaren dodged and threw his weight at Jonas. Jonas moved accordingly and stabbed Zaren in the side. Zaren groaned. He flared pewter to ignore the pain and smashed his fist into Jonas’s chest. Jonas grunted with the blow, but apparently his own pewter allowed him to endure the hit. He shoved his foot forward as Zaren tried to move and Zaren fell down. Grinning cryptically, Jonas lifted the dagger over Zaren’s head. “The difference,” he rasped, “between you and I is that you have no Ruinous advantage. Years of practice can be nullified with a single bit of metal, and those skills can be transferred to another. When you steal years of practice from multiple people, you become an expert. Something you’ll never be.” He stabbed downward. But Zaren yanked out his own dagger and met the blow with his own. Zaren kicked Jonas away and leapt to his feet. With a powerful wave of coins, he sent Jonas flying. He stepped forward. “The difference between you and me is that I have something inside me that you’ll never have.” He paused. “That thing is good.” With a duralumin-fueled Steelpush and a simultaneous Ironpull, he crushed Jonas between two forces, killing him. “Oh, and duralumin.”

One crumb in the Bee Movie.

The Silent Seeker, the man of unknown origins, watched quietly.

Even Chaos?