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...I completely missed that you'd retracted your extension. Sorry about that. I'm getting to the write-up. Don't worry. (Totally didn't fall asleep on the couch while working on the write-up last night. ) Results up momentarily, write-up coming in an hour or so.
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Write-up is now finished and complete, PMs coming out momentarily. (They should hopefully come out fairly quickly, tonight.) EDIT: And done. All PMs have been sent, so the Day is on track to end Friday.
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Day Seven: Ruin and Chaos After so long spent waiting, the spiked were finally ready to go on the offensive. They'd been careful, only killing those who got too close, and those who would not be missed. That had gotten them nowhere. It was time to strike, and discord would be their weapon. Tensions were high with Rolan's death. Everyone was excited to be one step closer to ending this mess, but with their leads exhausted, everyone was also a target for suspicion. A nudge, a careful word, a whispered conversation purposefully overheard: suddenly, the villagers were at each other's throats. It was laughably easy. Of course, some truth had to be sown in among the lies, without it, they wouldn't have been believed. Unfortunate, but necessary. As the night drew on, chaos broke out in the tunnels. Twinborn fled in every direction, and small skirmishes flared up and died away constantly. Suspicious and afraid, they lashed out, all logical thought gone. Malrick and Millie waded through the press of villagers, trying to bring order. The failed, miserably. Millie did her best to calm them, flaring zinc constantly. Her powers were better suited to enraging than calming, however. Malrick added what support he could, long years running the Alehouse having given him plenty of plenty of experience dealing with unruly Twinborn. It wasn't long before Millie went down, a boxing driven through her skull by some rogue coinshot. Malrick was forced to retreat, now alone amidst the chaos, taking blow after blow from the maddened villagers. The spiked saw their opportunity, and didn't hesitate. Plunging in among the Twinborn, they struck out indiscriminately with knives and crude spikes, wounding whoever they could, sowing still more chaos. Llurch was unlucky, a blade slipping just across his throat. Within minutes, the fighting had stopped, Twinborn and spiked alike falling back to nurse their wounds and try to sort out the disaster that had just occurred. As the tunnels cleared, Quaqua was left behind, a hole through his chest where he had been impaled by a metal spike. No one was quite sure who killed him, and oddly, no one really cared. Even those who knew him were strangely unconcerned. It was just another of the night's mysteries. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Millie has died! She was a Zinc/Steel Twinborn! Llurch has died! He was a Zinc/Nicrosil Twinborn! Quaqua has died! He was a Aluminum/Duralumin Twinborn! Malrick was attacked, but survived! Three Pretty Cool items were found! One Awesome item was found! Rooms: A1: Awesome A2: Pretty Cool A3: Awesome B1: Pretty Cool B2: Pretty Cool B3: Awesome C1: Awesome C2: Awesome C3: Awesome Due to the unfinished item calculations, PMs will be sent out late, so the day's end is automatically being extended to 10:00PM CDT Friday, at the earliest.
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Sorry guys. I've been out of town the last couple days, and my Wi-Fi access has been sporadic at best. I was hoping to get enough time to do the write-up Saturday, but it didn't end up working out. Things will be done tonight, although a bit late. Write-up will probably come in around eleven-ish. EDIT: Actually, scratch that. I just realized I forgot to give out one of the mid-night PMs. So in interest of fairness, the night will end tomorrow.
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An Extension has been called! (Which is good, as the write up would have been real late, otherwise. ) The night will end at 10:00PM CDT on Saturday.
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Night Seven: Last Words Rolan was tired. Keeping up appearances among these imbeciles was a pain. Although he had to admit, he appreciated the irony of his role. Getting the final say in someone's life, and the first in their death? It was perfect. Better than what his fellows had chosen, anyways. Still, keeping up the act, being friendly, and helpful; it was grating. In a way, he was almost relived when the villagers came knocking on his door. Inviting them in, he started with one of his usual lines. "You need another tombstone already? It's early in the day to be killing people. Not that I mind, but usually you come around a little closer to nightfall." It wasn't hard to divine the reason for their arrival. The cold expressions and readied weapons told the whole story. When they failed to respond he sighed an leaned back in his chair. "Well, if you're not even going to pretend, you might as well get on with it." This got a reaction. A brief moment of confusion passed through them, soon replaced by wariness. Rolan rolled his eyes as they continued to watch him. "Please. I'm not an idiot. There're nine of you, and one of me. I can count, and the odds aren't worth the effort." Sheriff Millie was pushed to the front. This sort of thing was her job, after all. She carefully unsheathed a pale grey knife, made from an aluminum alloy; specially designed to kill metalborn, regardless of their powers. Stepping forwards, she angled the knife towards him. "Any last words?" Rolan's eyes were downcast, any expression on his face concealed. He didn't bother speaking. "None? Good. Because I've got some." The Sheriff lashed out with the knife, severing Rolan's ring finger. As the metal band fell to the floor, exposed gold could be seen on the underside. "I'm not an idiot, either." With that, she slipped the knife between his ribs. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Alvron was lynched! He was a Spiked with Allomantic bendalloy/Feruchemical gold! Alvron (5): Wonko, Neo, Ostrich, Bort, Karlin, Maill, Dow, luckat, Meta Nicroburst (1): Araris Meta (1): Jaelre Sorry for the late write-up. (Briefly got distracted researching the relative strength of various aluminum alloys, and whether or not it would be practical to make a knife from one of them. There are aluminum alloys with comparable strength and hardness to some weaker steels, apparently. (The best of which contains some ratio of aluminum, copper, zinc, magnesium, carbon, and several other trace impurities.) The more you know. ) Actions must be in within the next 24 hours, and the Night will end at 10:00PM CDT Friday, unless an extension is called.
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Part one of four of a collaboration between Mailliw and I. Ethan slumped against the wall, staring sightlessly at the orange glow on the horizon. I left them. They’re burning, and I left them. And for what? To get insulted by a telepath? To pick a fight with pandas? To learn basically nothing about the Dalles, and piss off at least a few important people? He clenched his fists. They’re dying because I was sparking curious. Someone needs to pay. "Hi there.” Ethan started from his reverie. It was a rare thing for him to be snuck up on. He hadn’t been paying attention. “We haven't been properly introduced. I'm Emma.” It was the gravity manipulator from earlier. Slight and dark haired; she was rather pretty. Obviously she couldn’t stand to be in the same room as Reader any longer either. “Like you, and everyone else, I hate Reader. I liked that thing you did to his pants, even if Autumn didn't. You were spot on in your judgement of that slontze. A coward to the bones." She smiled, running her fingers through her hair. Sparks. Pretty was an understatement. “Thanks. His type aren’t exactly hard to peg. He had no right to say what he did to you, no matter what he thinks. I’m Ethan.” Even with the convoy’s fate in the back of his mind, he couldn’t quite stop himself from smiling back. Now’s not the time, Ethan. People are dying. That's just a touch more important than a pretty girl. Mr. Tall, Dark, and Handsome smiled back at her and Emma felt butterflies in her stomach. She hadn't felt like this in a long time. Most of the city guard were either slontzes, way too old, annoying, or all of the above. The regular people had a hard time getting close to her since she had become an Epic, so they were out. Her only chance at romance was with an Epic, and this one was one of the best she'd met in a long while. "I’m Ethan," he said. Ethan. Ethan and Emma. That rolled off the tongue perfectly. Emma forced herself to push those thoughts aside as she registered what he said. "Well, thanks for sticking up for me. Reader's just a giant slontze to everyone. He thinks he's so much better since he can read minds, but he's a coward and weak," Emma nervously kept playing with her hair as she rambled. "I'll let you in a little secret," she said, leaning in closer, lowering her voice, heart beating faster as she closed the distance between herself and Ethan. "Remington Springfield, a regular human, was able to capture Reading Rainbow and force Koschei's weakness out of him with only his rifle. He got past all of Koschei's guards, Epic or not, and found the weakness and then managed to get to Koschei and use his weakness to kill him." Emma had a bit of a fangirl crush on Remington if she was being honest with herself. Who wouldn't? The man had killed a tyrant much more powerful than himself and freed the city. He was worth a little crush. "No matter what Reader says, he didn't actually aid anyone. You nailed it. He only acts to save himself; selfish slontze." She leaned back to her standing position and laughed. "Anyways, enough about Reader. Why are you here? I think It's pretty obvious why I am." Emma rambled on a little about Reader and the Dalles' history, and Ethan let her. It was interesting, and it was nice just to listen to someone making friendly conversation. That had become a surprising rarity after he gained his powers; it seemed the vast majority of people he met were either scared witless by him, or complete and utter slontzes. She leaned back, laughing, apparently deciding to change the subject. "Anyways, enough about Reader. Why are you here? I think It's pretty obvious why I am." "Just a bit, yeah." Ethan's smile faded as he thought about her question. Why am I here? To get away from Reader? To work through my anger somewhere where I'm not likely to kill innocent people? Both true, in different ways, but neither quite the right answer. "I... I'm here to help, I guess. I just don't seem to have done the greatest job so far." Emma looked a little confused, so he did his best to explain. "I've been wandering for a while now. Ever since my powers manifested, I've been... angry, at everyone, at everything; I figured it would be best just to stay away from other people. "A few days ago, I chanced upon a group of scavengers being attacked by another Epic, and I couldn't stand by any longer. I needed to help, I needed to do something." He sighed, not quite sure where he was going. "Anyways, to make a short story shorter, they were planning to seek refuge in the Dalles, and here I am. I thought things would be better somehow, after helping them get this far. But now..." Ethan turned away, looking at the faint glow to the south. "Now, something's wrong. They're dead, or dying, or captured, I don't know. Their camp is burning. I can feel the heat of it from here. And there's nothing I can do. Sparking nothing." If only there was some way to get there... The only teleporter has already left... Idiot. The answer was quite literally staring you in the face five seconds ago. Turning back to Emma, he felt his excitement growing. "Wait. You can affect gravity, right? Can you change other objects gravitational pull? Or increase your own acceleration?" Emma noticed the faint smile on Ethan's face. Good. She was keeping him happy. When he said he was in the Dalles to help, Emma crinkled her eyebrows a bit. Help how? He had helped take care of Reader, so she gave him brownie points for that. When he talked about the feelings of anger that just surged up when he received his powers, Emma smiled sympathetically. She knew exactly what that felt like. She had felt the se way when she had been given her powers. Even now, when she used her powers for a long time, she felt that anger. Ethan mentioned a caravan of scavengers. He had been their hero and had saved them from a cruel Epic. Her heart beat just a tap or two quicker. They had been coming for refuge? Word had spread about the Dalles? Part of the reason Vondra was able to keep it under control was because people didn't quite know what was happening. If more powerful Epics got wind of Vondra's regime, they'd come and crush everything Emma had worked for over the past two years. Ethan cut her thoughts short with a gaze off into the distance. She followed his hazel eyes and saw a faint glow separate from the twilight of the setting sun. Ethan's head snapped back to look at her. "Wait. You can affect gravity, right? Can you change other objects gravitational pull? Or increase your own acceleration?" Emma was a bit taken aback with the sudden intensity in Ethan's voice as he asked about her powers. "Um, I don't know much physics, I failed that class in school. I can't affect others' gravity, just my own. Acceleration? I can change how fast and how hard the gravity pulls, if that's what you mean," she fumbled through her answer. Her cheeks flushed as she nervously toyed with her hair. Idiot. Sparking idiot, why'd you have to fail that class? Now she felt like a fool in front of the first guy who made her feel butterflies in a long time. "Why? What do you do?"
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All PMs have been sent. You have roughly 49 hours left in the day, unless you'd prefer it to end tomorrow night. Sorry about the wait.
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After reading the Community Message on the wiki, I felt obligated to try to ponify my Epics. (This fact does not leave the Oregon RP, understand? ) Anyways, Azrael and Mirrorveil were surprising easy. Frostfire not so much. Still not 100% sure on how he turned out. Sparkng-Creepy-Slontze Azrael: Fish-Out-Of-Water Mirrorveil: I-Don't-Know-How-To-Make-The-Creator-Options-Look-Like-A-Trench-Coat Frostfire: If someone who knows the wiki code better than I do wants to add these to their pages, that'd be great. I'll probably get around to helping flesh-out the wiki more myself over the next couple days.
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[Write-up to be edited in, eventually.] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- D'wag was killed! He was a Cadmium/Zinc Twinborn! Mayor Gund was killed to charge a spike! He was a Trellist Conspirator! Drell was killed to charge a spike! He was a Seedy Information Dealer! Nine Pretty Cool Items have been found, and one Awesome item! Items: A1: Awesome B1: Awesome C1: Awesome A2: Pretty Cool B2: Pretty Cool C2: Awesome A3: Awesome B3: Awesome C3: Awesome The day will end roughly 48 hours after PMs are sent out, unless an extension is called. (Most likely 10:00PM CDT Saturday or Sunday.) PMs will be sent out as soon as possible.
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Late is however long it takes to get the write-up out after the day ends. In all seriousness though, we weren't expecting it to run anywhere near this late. Sorry. No. The day will end as close as possible to 48 hours after PMs are sent out, preserving regular write-up times. Results coming momentarily, so you can continue with lynching and discussion. I don't know when I'll be able to do the write up proper though.
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Funnily enough, potential fire would probably be far more believable than potential kinetic energy, as it wouldn't be infinite. It would still make them stupidly OP'd, just in a different way. If they could drain volatility they could decompose compounds into their lowest energy states, and then direct the energy that should occur from that reaction however they wish. ...Which would basically make them more versatile Powder Mages. That would be awesome, but yeah, it doesn't make sense to be within the scope of their powers. (I think we might need a new Epic, Voidus. ) That would make the most sense. It's unfortunate, though, as it means there's going need to be a lot more exposition in the Frostfire/Edgerunner collab.
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An Extension has been requested! You now have twenty four more hours to get your actions in. Actions must be in by 11:00PM CDT Tuesday, and the Night will end at 10:00PM on Wednesday.
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...Not to nitpick, but does this technically work? Something has to have kinetic energy in the first place for it to be drained, and it has to be moving to drain kinetic energy... so if you remove all of it, it stops, and Converter can no longer take energy from it, as there is none to take. However, gravity is a constant acceleration at 9.8m/s^2 so it would immediately gain kinetic energy again afterwards... Here's the question, I guess; can Converter actually stop something dead when it's under a constant acceleration? Or just slow it's movement vastly? Because technically, you're draining kinetic energy that isn't actually there. And even if you can, how much energy does she actually gain from this? kinetic energy is mass by velocity squared, and if the velocity is zero/near zero, the total kinetic energy must be very, very small. You could say that Converter is storing gravitational potential, but in that case, all she has to do is arrange for a significantly heavy thing to fall on her, and suddenly she has an infinite source of energy to throw people around with. (Definitely not just asking because if Frostfire's powers work according to the same logic Converter's seem to, then flying with Edgerunner's help suddenly becomes a lot simpler. ) I would hope so. It'd be terrible unobservant of them not to notice a sparking tower popping up out of the middle of nowhere. However, night is approaching, is it not? The tower will be made of shadow, so it might be hard to pick out in the darkness. *Realises that the Metal's power can effect everything in his range, regardless of buildings or miscellaneous enclosures.* Hrmph. Well, Azrael and Vis would be fine, although Vis would be immobilized. Azrael would probably be able to fight the Metal to a standstill, but he'd have to pull out all the stops to do it. That might be interesting. How would the Metal react to a fight he couldn't win? Azrael wouldn't be able to kill him, but unless one of them accidentally triggered the other's weakness, the fight would continue basically indefinitely, probably destroying everything nearby. (I'm loving the multi-quote function, if you can't tell. I just figured out how that worked.)
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Night Six: Third Time's Not the Charm With two successful lynches under their belt, the villagers were starting to feel pretty good about themselves. Unfortunately, this time around, they didn't have much to go off. For much of the day, they discussion was split between several parties. Acer, a man few knew anything about, aside from his apparent commitment to protecting the village, and his strange love of amphibians? Jaelre, the warden, who had basically disappeared since the trouble had started? Rolan, the headstone carver? While he hadn't done anything immediately suspicious, he was a bit of a recluse, and everyone could agree that his obsession with death was rusting creepy. Temai, Lord Mattias' grape-peeler? He'd had perfect access to Mattias for his death, and no one would have been surprised if he snapped, given how demeaning his job was. The debates in favour of Temai and Jaelre never really got off the ground, and although Rolan's case did gather some surprise support, Acer was the one people kept coming back to. He'd proclaimed his dedication ti the village early on, but since then, he'd done nothing to act on it, apparently busy with his amphibian hatchery. As the day drew to a close, they set out to find Acer. The hatchery, however, was empty. A few words were hastily scrawled into the the rock walls of the cavern. They read: I have a suspect. Going to try to take them down. Please don't try to stop me. Or kill me, for that matter. Intrigued, they decided to give him the benefit of the doubt, despite the creeping sense of failure in the back of their minds as another day was wasted. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- No one was lynched! Acer: (1) Rolan, Bort, Jaerle: (2) Jain, Acer, Wonko Rolan: (2) Cylkan, Malrick, Hadrian Temai: (0) Kirrah, Millie You have twenty-four hours from now to get your actions in, and the night will end on Tuesday the 21st at 10:00PM CDT, unless someone calls for an extension.
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And the Day is over! With the last minute vote changes, the write-up might be a little late, but hopefully not as bad as it has been.
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Not a time skip per se, just a short jump forwards to the end of the Overwatch scene, so that Azrael and Co. are in their proper place in the timeline relative to everyone else. Mary at the very least should notice their presence by the end of the Destructors fight, with Azrael killing Overwatch, and the rest of the League + Vis subduing everyone else in/around the column. Depending on where the column is in relation to the town, people may also notice Nightshade raising the second tower. Don't worry about the Metal ending things prematurely. Azrael needs a halfway fair fight to really show off his powers in. Plus, the League even without Azrael is more than capable of defending itself against most attackers. Vis, Darkquake and Eclipse are all capable of erecting large-scale, impenetrable to near-impenetrable barriers, and Nightshade and Twilight are capable of generating small legions of grunts that are very hard to put down themselves. I've read it. Is Reader going to see that someone is a Sanderfan who hasn't read the book, then spoil the ending for them?
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Continuing? Great. Getting done anytime soon? Not so much. (Well, it depends, I guess. All it would really take is a little under a half hour's work from the three of us, but none of us are online at the same time, so that half hour is probably going to stretch itself out over a couple weeks, at least.) However, if things continue as they are, the after-effects of the post are probably going to start showing up before the post itself does. We could skip forwards, then fill it in afterwards, I suppose, as we do know roughly where Azrael, Nightshade and Vis will end up. Should I ask Tulir and Snoopy about it? Azrael's not that bad. He wouldn't kill/torture indiscriminately just because he could. He would kill/torture indiscriminately if he thought there was even the slightest possible advantage to be gained by it. He's a very task oriented person, you see. He's only going to amp up the darkness level if you consider making a crude caricature of another Epic from shadow, then warping it into an eldrich abomination and having that construct eat the Epic in question, all in the name of making a point, dark. ...Which, come to think of it, any sane person would.
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I've never really thought about it before, but that does fit almost eerily well. Had Frostfire's Rending been longer, that song would have described him to a T. I almost want to ask, but the part of me that doesn't want to be scarred for life has vetoed the idea.
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*Searches Google* ...What the storms did I just listen to?! I think I begin to understand why Dark!Funtimes is as scary as she is. ...Well, at least I've got appropriately disturbing theme music if the Edgerunner/Frostfire collab turns dark.
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Night Five: Trapped Rumours were flying with the first real success for the villagers. Chief among them was that Axies had sensed a Seeker hemalurgist shortly before he died. The idea had been around for a while, but most had dismissed it; after all, what use did the spiked have for a Seeker? It still seemed more than enough to spark their paranoia. Honerius was the only other Seeker known to the village, and with the amount of time he spent away from the village trapping, very little else was known about him. Many grew wary, and his defence of Cleo, the only hemalurgist found so far, seemed only to confirm their suspicions. As the day grew to a close, Honerius holed himself up inside his home, and the villagers grew ever more certain of his guilt. He was trapped in his own lies as surely as any snare. Had he not been facing death as a result, he would've appreciated the irony. Eventually, a small party formed if front of his door. Cylkan, the lamplighter, wasn't sure exactly what he was doing as a part of it. Being a part of a lynch-mob wasn't exactly something he'd ever wanted. The lamps had been extinguished however, years of hard work ruined in a night, and someone needed to pay. With an unspoken signal, they entered the house. Everyone was alert; Honerius' reputation as a trapper was anything but undeserved, and if he really was a spiked, the house was liable to be just as dangerous as it's inhabitant. They split off, and Cylkan found himself alone. He walked into a room that after a quick glance appeared to be a study. Honerius sat in a chair on the far side, contemplating a bloody knife. Rust. The other man looked up, grimacing slightly as he moved. "You've come, have you? Take a seat. I'm not much threat to anyone, at the moment." Cylkan stayed where he was, torn between anger and fear. Here was a murderer, someone who had betrayed friends and kin for the favour of a cruel god. He deserved to die. "Thinking of killing me? I'm afraid you're a little late on that count." Honerius lifted his shirt revealing a wound in his gut. "My brethren aren't too fond of failure." Anger was giving way to confusion. What was this? A hemalurgist left to die by his fellows? What was the point? Eventually, Cylkan found his voice. "Why? Why leave you here? What does this gain anyone? The house doesn't even seem to have any traps." "How astute of you. It doesn't seem to, does it?" Honerius' voice changed, eyes burning with mad fervor. "You see, I am the trap." He closed his eyes, and the air around him warped, an intense rush of wind blowing in, slamming the door shut. The boards under his feet split and cracked, charring for a moment before bursting into flame. The fire spread with unnatural speed, and in moments the whole room was engulfed, with Cylkan trapped inside. ***** Hours later, Cylkan was pulled from the still smoldering wreckage, burned, bruised and battered, but still alive, if barely. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Honerius was a Spiked with Allomantic Bronze and Feruchemical Brass! Cylkan was attacked, but survived! Votes: Honerius: (5) Levant, Llurch, Walin, Neo, Malrick, Millie, Hadrian, Cylkan Karlin: (0) Failu You have twenty-four hours from now to get your night actions in. The Night will end on Thursday at 10:00 PM CDT.
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The day is over! Results are coming soon, with the write up hopefully coming not long after.
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The problem as I see it is simply that he has to overcome his inertia, and then siphon off enough energy to negate the force of gravity and maintain forwards movement. As kinetic energy is related to mass, and Edgerunner is presumably pretty light from her description, he'd need a very large initial burst of energy to get moving, and a correspondingly high velocity from Edgerunner. After that, there aren't really any problems, although their speed would be a lot more than halved, as he's transferring the kinetic energy involved, not the gravitational force. A lot of this could be solved by saying that Frostfire's powers encompass potential energy as well, in which case he wouldn't need a burst of energy to overcome his inertia, just enough gravitational potential to cancel out and surpass the gravitational force acting on him normally. However, I'm not sure what the implications of this would be in terms of what extra he could do outside of limited flight, so I'm not sure if it's a good idea.
That didn't last long.