Slowswift

Names are just cool, guys. Anyways, hi, nice to meet you, I'm Ethan. Named after this guy.

This is too perfect not to ship.

Anybody have plans for Timelock? 'Cause he's just standing there, waiting for the Metal to let him move again. And he's going to want an explanation... I do have a post almost ready, but unless the Financier suddenly decides to hire him or something that post is going to remain unposted -- nothing for him to really do, except sit there fuming and/or cheese off a bunch of powerful Epics. Also, I often won't be able to post until the evening, as school is currently a thing (But only for another two weeks! Huzzah!).

Ah, that's a relief. I can't wait.

Terrible. I actually can't wait to finish and get to a mission and college, despite how taxing I've heard they can be. At this point, I think anything would be better than the mental asylum high school.

Oh, high school. Junior. Just one more year... *le sigh* As someone on the interwebs once put it, "I did my waiting! Twelve years of it! In Azkaban!" I am pleased that there are so many similar-aged-ish Sanderfans here, though.

Noe, sadly. But I did love it so [word generator help me out here] much. Marvel is amazing.

You need a disclaimer in there, stat, before I decide to sue you for mental anguish.

Three weeks, almost a hundred pages. Wow.

Oh, wow. It's been a few weeks. I actually forgot what it was. I think it was Raoden...? Anyways, whoever wants to can go.

That kinda day, huh? Sorry. For me, either I've got a chronic cold or I have allergies. I really hope it's not allergies, because we just got two cats. *sigh*

That would be a "ferring". And Soothers/Rioters would make good counselors and/or psychiatrists/psychologists.

A tall, thin man in a rumpled gray suit stood at the door. His expression was condescending. His eyes were stormy gray, and he regarded the group with one eyebrow raised. Timelock stood and walked over and grasped the man's hand. "Henry, nice to see you. How've you been?" Henry, or The Inquisition, lifted his head in acknowledgement. "Well, thank you. Though I do not appreciate being made to wait." He aimed this last part at Gravitas. The gravity lessened noticeably as the two glared at each other. “Caleb...” warned Timelock. The gravity returned to normal -- or, well, to what it had been before -- as the three walked back to the table. Gravitas pulled out a chair for the Inquisition. "You have news?" he asked. "I have indeed," The Inquisition said, his accent slipping now that he wasn't undercover. "I assume thou knowest of the Epics who rule this fair city, what they do ?" "'Course we knew," said Architect gruffly as he bet. "We do our research. Raise you ten, Ricky." "Enough with trivial news," ordered Gravitas. "I want to hea--" He cut off abruptly as there was a rumbling noise outside the window. The Architect leaped from his chair, striding over to the curtains, which parted on their own as he drew near. "Um, guys? You're going to want to see this. There appears to be a pile of ... zucchinis. An it's getting bigger." "You can't be serious," Timelock snapped. He stood and walked over to the window. His eyes widened. "On the other hand, there does appear to be a large amount of zucchinis. And a group of Epics." He looked back. "I'd better go take care of this." ~~~ Timelock dashed through the lobby, shoving through the doors. Everywhere around him, objects stood still as he sped up his own time. He ran, stopping a block or so from the giant pile of vegetables, which was surrounded by Epics. That's the Financier with the top hat, he thought. And I don't recognize some of the others, but that's the Metal over there. Well. This was going to be fun. He slowed his time back down just in time to see one of the Epics melt the pile of veggies into mush. Oh, dear. He started walking over as the Financier started screaming at the other Epic. The Financier calmed down a bit as Timelock drew near, and he could hear what they were saying. "...her. And fire this… heathen." Timelock cleared his throat. "Ég meina ekki að trufla, but may I ask what is going on here?" The Epics turned towards him.

I'm with you. Hope you don't mind if I bring my SuperWho along with...

Could we possibly do it on Saturdays or Fridays? The past two times it has been exactly when I had other things (but I came anyways 'cause y'all are awesome). Also, I might be able to bring a cousin... Come on guys. We need more people at these. There'll be pizza.

So school happened and I haven't posted to Astoria in a while. I don't have a lot of time to read or post now either, but is my original plan for Epics to come out and interact with Epics and giant piles of zucchinis still feasible?

Awesomeness.

So Ultron's totally Obliteration, in mechanical form, come into the past to end the world before Calamity comes and creates competition. Amyways, Twi, you really shouldn't worry about coming across as crazy, if that is indeed what you're worried about. We're all used to insanity here on the Question, anyways. But seriously, half my theories are crack or full off holes, but that doesn't stop be from talking about them. You don't have to, but I'm just saying if you post them, we won't ostracize or ostrichify you or anything.