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Close enough. Still not exactly what I'd call impressive. I don't know about that. Frostfire's power is very instinctual, especially with his passive ability to gauge the energy inherent in objects around him. He definitely wouldn't get the balance right straight away, he wouldn't be far off, and he'd be able to adjust as they went. Would this work though? I know he can levitate by reapplying his kinetic energy as he's falling, but what happens when he starts moving again? Should he be able to selectively filter kinetic energy depending on its vector? Wouldn't this just become effectively the same problem as him trying to fly on his own? He's robbing himself of kinetic energy, and moving it somewhere else, but then, as Edgerunner starts to pull him away, suddenly there's no kinetic energy to transfer, as his net motion will be in whatever direction Edgerunner is pulling him in, right? And then she's effectively just dragging him along. Once again, there's a better than good chance I'm understanding this all wrong, but I wouldn't mind a more in-depth explanation of how this would work.
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Day Four: A Brief Respite Lord Ostrich Malescei Tekiel the Second needed a break. He'd seen plenty of things in his time, but this search for the spiked was taking it's toll. It's taken them nearly four days just to find one, and they'd been luck to manage even that. This could drag on for near a month if something didn't change. He needed to get some real work done. So he found himself in his shop, working the bellows of his forge. It was hard work, but necessary to ensure the glass formed properly. The dull roar of forge, however, also provided a perfect cover for his attacker. They crept into his shop, knife clutched tight in hand. All the way up behind their prey, about to strike as Ostrich turned suddenly from the bellows, reaching for the iron rod used to mix the glass. The knife nicked his arm and Ostrich staggered back, warding the hemalurgist off with the hot iron. "I don't suppose you'd just put that down, would you?" The stranger asked, circling warily. "Doesn't strike me as the brightest idea, I'm afraid." Ostrich took the chance to strike out, swinging the bar at his attacker's head. The hemalurgist ducked and came back up quickly, trapping Ostrich's impromptu weapon against the wall. "Maybe not, but I had to ask." Lunging forwards, they drove the knife towards Ostrich's chest. Grabbing the nearest thing that came to hand, he brought it up in front of the blade. It stuck into a wooden stool, sending splinters flying. Seeing an opportunity, Ostrich spoke a hurried Command, "Bind things!" The grain of the wood changed almost imperceptibly, locking the knife into the stool. The hemalurgist heaved against the knife without success. "Rust." They turned and fled, leaving the weapon behind. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ostrich was attacked, but survived! Five pretty cool items were found, and one awesome item! Rooms A2 and B2 now hold Awesome items! Room C3 now holds an Uncanny item! Day Four has begun! Action PMs will be sent out as soon as possible. The day will end at 10:00 PM CDT Tuesday.
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Not much. Ten, fifteen degrees at most, in terms of heat draining. (And that'll be pretty rare.) I haven't put any limits in numbers yet on how long he can hold various amounts of energy, but there won't be a massive increase there either. So, he can fall diagonally? ...That's.... decidedly unimpressive. Better than nothing though, I suppose. What could he do working with a gravity manipulator? I know he can levitate, but he'd still have inertia, right? He could split Edgerunner's kinetic energy though. It'd more than half their speed, but it would still be faster than walking.
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Sure. Can do. And done. It's not exactly a hard limit. Temperatures around -20, -25 can be done easily, anything colder requires more time, effort and concentration. One of those requirements can be supplanted for more of the other two. Effort and concentration tend to be in much better supply when he's angry. Simple as that. I know he can do static levitation, but it makes intuitive sense to me for him to be able to fly as well. Gravity effectively adds a consistent amount of kinetic energy relative to mass, so that the end result is an acceleration of 9.8m/s^2, right? Frostfire's power is the ability to temporarily absorb and redirect energy. So when he's falling, he's shifting the downwards oriented kinetic energy sideways instead. In essence, he's taking kinetic energy as it's being converted from gravitational potential energy, and turning it sideways. Maybe this only actually works in my head. It's not as if it would be the first time.
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He's just heating the general area above the trigger and behind the combustion chamber. (Where the firing mechanism tends to be located.) "Firing mechanism," is just easier to say than exactly when he was doing. The rest is also primarily a description thing. He's heating each gun individually, but it takes only a small fraction of a second to switch targets. Yeah, that's true. I had the impression somewhere that the clinic was a somewhat makeshift operation, although I'm not sure where I would've gotten that. I can change it if you like. (After some quick research on Google, it turns out linoleum doesn't react violently when cooled extremely rapidly, it just becomes extremely brittle. In fact, it's recommended by some to use liquid nitrogen and a hammer to remove the stuff.) Alright. Like I said, I don't even have the first clue how stuff like that works. Although, according to what little research I've done, wood wouldn't snap when cooled that quickly. Roughly. In a controlled situation, the best he can do in one second is about -30, with a little leeway to either side. When he's angry, he can do a little better. It's probably closer to -35 or so, rather than -40. In really extreme emotional states, he can do a little better still. Also, a question that's going to become relevant pretty soon: Would it make sense for Frostfire to be able to take his own kinetic energy while falling, and reapply it to himself, rotated ninety degrees? (In essence, using Frostfire's powerset as currently described, would it make sense for him to be able to fly?)
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Would it? Their size is likely only decreasing by a few millimeters, a centimeter at most. Can the human eye pick up a change that small from several feet? Does the air conduct heat that quickly? You've got a one patch of ground with an area of roughly 1.5 meters squared, at a temperature of approximately -40 degrees Celsius and fifteen seconds. Is that enough time for a noticeable cold spot to form? I'd have no clue how to even guess at figuring that out, myself. I already cleared the scene with mail-mi, and Reader wouldn't have had the time to fully gauge Frostfire's intentions. He would've sensed his anger, but with Frostfire leaving mere seconds later, he wouldn't have gotten much else. I took a shot in the dark. Boards were most convenient, as I would imagine several feet of cracked stone/tile/concrete would have been much more obvious than a couple feet of shrunk floorboards.
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Well, the floor freezes, then exactly three seconds later Autumn and Shiny Sparkle disappear in a sparkly explosion. This is in a crowded room with a lot more than just one new Epic, and this is all mere moments after Autumn last spoke. When the only noticeable changes in the floor would be a slight gap between the boards the wasn't there before, and a faint glint of frost, if you happen to be standing at the right angle, I think it's easily believable that it wouldn't be noticed, at least not until some time after he leaves. Shh... You saw nothing. It could be.
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He would have frozen a relatively small patch of floor directly underneath his feet, (square meter rule, remember) so unless someone was looking directly at his feet, it's the sort of thing that's liable to go unnoticed, especially since the time elapsed between the floor freezing and Frostfire leaving was about fifteen seconds, max. As for the guns, there wouldn't have been anything noticeable, (as least not immediately) assuming they were being held properly. All he did was heat the general area of the firing mechanism a couple hundred degrees. The components in there are very fine, and while they are designed to be heat resistant, Frostfire has both the power and control to heat it enough to misfire without any visible deformation.
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Night's Whisper? One of the most powerful Epics in the Fractured States? Huh. Cool. And Obliteration himself? Well, things are about to get pretty interesting then, I guess. Anyways, a new Frostfire post is up, and scary!Frostfire is coming out to play again. I hope you're happy. ...I'm still trying to decide if the fact that I just wrote the words, "You don't need pants if you don't have legs," in a completely serious context is funny or disturbing.
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The vanilla, Autumn was speaking. "I don't know who you are, but I do know that you're not doing anyone any favors. You think we want to see Reader wandering town with no pants on?" Want to see it? No. Want Reader to experience some small part of the pain and humiliation he’s dished out? Sparks yes. "Fix them, or find him a new pair. And if he doesn't have pants, or shorts, or even a skirt by the time I get back, I will personally ensure you never set foot in this town again." That goes too far, lady. What do you think you can do? A slow grin was spreading across Reader’s face, even as he struggled to hold up his pants. That smug little slontze. Why don’t I just reduce him to ash from the waist down? You don’t need pants if you don’t have legs. Calamity, why not do it for the lot of them? For a single frozen instant, Ethan stood. Doing nothing, saying nothing. His face was blank, impassive. Anger seethed underneath that veneer. He’d tried very hard to keep it down. He’d given it his all, ignoring what slights he could, and restraining himself from getting too violent when he couldn’t. Sparks, he even confronted Reader verbally, instead of ending the little misanthropic dirtbag’s miserable existence. Frostfire was done. The Dalles didn’t seem like a bad place, but there was only so much crap he could take. Four steps, ten seconds. Assuming that any Epic powerful enough to take him down would have destroyed the building by now, that’s all it would take. A dozen heartbeats and everyone in the room would be dead. One. The linoleum under his feet crackled with a thin layer of frost as it plunged down to arctic temperatures. The sound was fortunately quiet, lost within the general confusion. Two. The air warped just slightly around Frostfire’s hands, hinting at the heat he was holding, and would soon let loose. Inky darkness began to spread across his body, starting at the frost-covered floor. Three. Little threads of energy flashed out; near imperceptible to the naked eye, transferring just enough heat to jam the firing mechanism of every gun in sight. Reader glanced in his direction, smile only just starting to falter. Four. Frostfire gathered a portion of the heat he held, preparing to turn Reader’s very bones to ash. Autumn and Shiny disappeared in a shower of brightly coloured sparks. Five. The shadow bled away. They’re gone. There was still Reader, but what was the point? He was nothing. An angry, broken toy who knew too much; annoying and dangerous enough that he would need killing eventually, but not worth earning the enmity of an entire town. Ethan needed some air. He’d nearly killed dozens of people over an insult to his pride. Stalking from the room, he left bubbled and charred footprints in his wake. He threw open the doors and poured the unused heat into the open sky, the air shimmering. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Outside, night had well and truly fallen. The stars tried valiantly to shine through the haze of smoke that lingered in the sky. Few succeeded. There was light coming from somewhere, however… Staggering, Ethan reached out to support himself against the side of the building. Sparks. Calamity’s own sparking sparks. The convoy…
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Night Four: A Glimmer of Hope For the first time since the mayor had made his announcement, it seemed the villagers had been able to get a good night's sleep. They debated vigorously, bringing up several suspects. Cylkan, the lamplighter was one of the first. After all, who else had the know-how to plunge the whole village into darkness? Then came Cleo. A newcomer. No one was really fond of newcomers. They tended to bring change, and danger. It didn't help that she seemed to hear voices in her head, either. Kwon was brought up not long after. A metalsmith; he had all the resources to create the spikes used in the darker metallic arts. Dow, of course, was an object of discussion as well. A man, thought dead, but somehow still alive. It seemed impossible, but who really knew what hemalurgy could do? Finally, there was Failu. Seemingly plagued by bad luck, but why couldn't it be merely a cover, for other, more nefarious activities? All these and more were called out, and although many voted for their deaths, few votes stuck. Eventually, however, they kept coming back to Cleo. She was an outsider, one who spoke of unimaginable things, and seemed just sane enough to stay out of an asylum. Whispered conversations spread throughout the caverns. Everyone knew who they had decided upon, but no one wanted to cast the first proverbial stone. After some time, a small group confronted the mayor. "Um... Mayor Gund, isn't this sort of thing supposed to be your job?" With much sighing and complaining, the mayor began to organize a hanging. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Protesting her innocence the whole way, Cleo was lead up to the makeshift platform. Shoved roughly up the stairs, something glinted faintly near the collar of her shirt. A crude gold spike, apparently driven straight through her collarbone. She suddenly drew herself up straighter, her whole demeanor changing. Adjusting her shirt to conceal the spike again, Cleo calmly walked up to the noose on her own. "This won't be anywhere near enough, you know. While I may die, my brethren will not rest until this whole town has been destroyed." Mayor Gund gingerly fitted the rope around her neck, afraid that he would be attacked at any moment. Cleo just kept right on speaking. "You'll never find them all. This village won't even be a hole in the ground by the time they're done. No one will ever know that you even exis-" Everyone flinched at the crack that cut off Cleo's threats. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Cleo was a Spiked with Allomantic gold and Feruchemical aluminum! Votes: Cleo (4) Levant, Hadrian, Dow, Walin, Ella Kwon (1) Kirrah Dow (0) Honerius Failu (1) Ostrich Jain (0) Cylkan, Night Four has begun! You have twenty-four hours from now to get your actions in.
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The day is over! Stay tuned for the write-up. (It might be a little late; I'm still not feeling my best. If I don't think I can get it done in a reasonable amount of time, the results at least will be posted fairly soon.)
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Not exactly what I meant. Things are about to get much worse for Frostfire, (temporarily, at least) but potentially much better for everyone else involved. (Or far worse, depending.)
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Run away isn't the exact words I'd use. You'll see.
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...Anyone opposed to Reader (and a bunch of other people) dying? Anyways, no, not really. I would post Frostfire's exit first, but I don't have a lot of time (and won't for a while), so feel free to go ahead, under the assumption that he's already left. (Or under the assumption that Reader knows better than to run his mouth at this point. But somehow that seems unlikely. )
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Thanks for the suggestions, guys. On that note, we now have two Mistwraiths, Haelbarde and Dow! If you happen to own an unused Blessing, you can bring them into the game. Here's a new map, although not much has changed. (More might be done about the situation with Dow, but I'm waiting for Newan to come online so we can discuss things.)
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Crap. Crap. I'm really sorry guys. So, I’ve realized in my no-longer sleep-deprived and drugged state (Getting the flu over the Easter weekend is fun! ) that I’ve managed to screw up pretty bad. :/ I totally managed to miss Araris’s vote on Eol all three times I did a vote count, and forgot that Twei hadn’t slept, so the wrong person died. Once again, all of you have my deepest apologies. (Especially Dow, seeing how he's the one who's out of the game now due to my mistake.) However, I don't really think there's really anything I can do now. If anyone has any suggestions, I'd be very grateful.
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Night Three: Quiet Words and Conspiracies The caverns remained quiet. Apparently even death wasn’t enough to spur the Twinborn into serious action. A few gathered, speaking in what faint light came from the surface, but no consensus was reached. Eventually Kirrah began to speak up. For most of the day, no one listened. Sheriff Millie, a hemalurgist? And a cadmium misting? And a practitioner of “occult Trellist mind-control?” Everybody knew she was crazy, but this was pretty out there, even for her. Turning away frustrated from yet another uninterested listener, she changed tack. Finding a location in decent view of a few people, she started speaking. “Hey, people! We need to do something today.” As usual, no one payed any attention. "You know that Dow guy? The stock broker? He took up acting lessons shortly before this whole mess started. Did anyone stop to wonder why? Learning to feign real confusion, real fear; learning to lie awful darn well." For once, a few people turned, listening. "I'd be willing to bet those skills are pretty useful to one of the spiked. How about we ask him what he thinks?" No one voiced agreement, but no one tried to stop her when she went to find Dow, either. Finding the twinborn, she didn't hesitate before plunging a knife into his back. Or trying to, anyways. It deflected off of something metal concealed under his shirt. Her eyes widened as she scrambled backwards. She'd been sure he was spiked, but to be sure, and to be proven right? That never happened. "He's a hemalurgist! Come quickly!" Several people rushed to her aid, as Dow turned around. "Wait! It's not what you think!" Heedless to his protestations, the other Twinborn put him down quickly. Searching the body, however, all they found was a few vials of chromium, a single atium bracer, and a metal breastplate concealed underneath his clothes. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Sorry about the late write up. (Again.) Votes: Dow (1): Kirrah Cyklan (0): Cyklan Dow was a chromium/atium Twinborn! He had Metal Armour! Night Three has begun!
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The Day is over! (As of about fifteen minutes ago.) Write-up coming shortly.
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One hour left! As of now, the votes stand at: Tulir (1): Ella Dow (1): Kirrah Cyklan (1): Cyklan Sheesh you guys can be dull for such a big group. : P
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And I believe I eventually convinced you to put in a slightly simpler version of that mechanic anyways. (Banned Books, anyone?)
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Oh, I know. If he ends up going on a killing spree, he's guaranteed to die, unless he falls in with one of the other factions in opposition to the Dalles. What isn't Reader's fault? Honestly though, with everything Reader does to antagonize those around him, regardless of status or power, he's a major destabilizing force within the Dalles. I would be surprised if he doesn't play some part in its eventual destruction. No, but then again, most of his ideas since becoming an Epic haven't been his best ideas. Frostfire isn't unintelligent, but his impulse control/ability to filter what he does or says has been pretty severely reduced.
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True. Backtrack's day can never get too miserable. ...And there's always that whole, "destroy Oregon" thing, too. With his weakness being what it is though, he has the potential for a really powerful redemption arc, if the right circumstances come up. I didn't really want to throw it out the window this early, but... Very true, although it would take a lot more than just Edgerunner and Deathwish to take him down. He could give the whole Guard working together a run for their money, and even though they'd for sure put him down eventually, they probably wouldn't do so without casualties.
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...Does Autumn know how close she, and everyone else in the clinic (save perhaps Shiny Sparkle) just came to dying? It's a very, very good thing no one called Frostfire a hypocrite to his face. While it's plenty true, and Frostfire is aware of that to a degree, his speech was motivated in equal parts by his hopes to be accepted/not seen as a threat and his honest distaste for Reader as a person. Respect and duty were things he valued a lot before becoming an Epic, and his mind has been warped enough that in some sense he still believes his actions are in line with those values. Being called on that wouldn't have ended well for anyone. As things are, Frostfire's going to have to get out of there as fast as possible (or in other words, before Reader can make another smart remark) if I want to avoid him going on a killing spree. (Which might be inevitable, given how I designed his character.)
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The topic will be closed as soon as a Mod gets on. PMs will be sent as soon as I or Newan can get around to it.
