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LG11 Day Two: Out of Time The air was still down in the caverns. Well, stiller than usual, anyways. Everyone and everything seemed to wait with baited breath. War had come, but death was yet to follow. And that was about to change. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A dark figure stood over a sleeping form, crude metal spike in hand. They were nervous. They really had no clue what they were doing. All they knew was that the spike went through the heart, From there... well, it wouldn't matter until the first part was done, anyways. Readying themselves, they knelt, lining up the spike for a clean shot through the heart. One second passed. Then two. Then three. The spike plunged downwards. An instant before it would have struck, it was yanked to the side, arcing off into the cavern. The sleeper stirred, and the would-be hemalurgist fled into the dark. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jode ran, breathing heavily, doing his best to avoid falling in the dark. He ran, but he didn't try to escape. The stage was set, and the boundaries were decided. Someone was about to die, and with all luck, it wouldn't be him. Cadmium was a low burn in the pit of his stomach, not enough for someone unaccustomed to time dilation to notice, but hopefully enough for his purposes. A sudden clattering sounded off to the side, and Jode found himself falling, feet caught up by a chain. Rust. He fell hard, the air rushing out of his lungs. Tapping pewter, he threw himself back to his feet, chain links snapping. Turning slowly, Jode searched uselessly in the darkness for his attacker. "Come on then! I know you're out there! Kill me!" A low laugh rose from the dark. "Now why would I do that? You don't have a lot of pewter left. I'm more than happy to bide my time until you're more... amenable." A pause, and the voice shifted positions. "Besides. I've got all night. Why shouldn't I have just a little fun?" "I'm afraid, my friend, time might be running out just a little faster than you think." Jode focused, flaring his cadmium as fast as it would go. Time sped up, minutes turning into mere seconds. Tapping all his remaining pewter, he lunged desperately for where he thought the hemalurgist was. Finding nothing, he landed flat on his face. "Tsk. Not quite fast enough." A foot pressed Jode down into the dirt. "Your time, however, appears to be going, going..." The hemalurgist's knife came down, carving a white-hot line of pain into his back. "Gone." ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Jode was a Cadmium/Pewter Twinborn! Someone was attacked, but survived! Three items have been found! The Upscale Residence now holds an Uncanny item! The Town Square now holds a Pretty Cool item! Day Two has begun! (PMs will be sent out as soon an possible.)
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You could always take that same basic power-set and buff it majorly. A powerful enough temporal manipulator would basically be a god. Maybe add danger-sense, tied to his temporal manipulation? Rather than have time stop for objects about to hurt him, just make all time stop relative to him whenever he's in danger from any source? That'b be a near-perfect PI. You could also explore when would happen when he slows time, then interacts with the slowed time. (If kinetic energy equals mass times velocity squared, what happens when velocity is increased by a factor relative to the discrepancy between the time-streams, etc.) That would put him on easily on par with the heavy hitters in Astoria.
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Very, very slowly. The Azrael part is done most of the way up to the Overwatch fight, and the other bits are slowly being filled in. At the rate we're going... we probably still won't be ready to post anything for a week or two.
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It's similar, but not exactly the same. Frostfire is much more limited in how he can transform energy. He can take it in and reapply it to objects within line of sight, but they only thing he can change is the vectors of the energy involved. (Changing the area and direction of application, and the like.) He can't actually convert it from one form to another. If there's a new location starting... well, I've got plenty of Epic ideas. Any here that seem interesting/like they would fit well if they were thrown into the mix?
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The night was quiet. Oddly so, after the Mayor's proclamation. If this was a war, it was a strange one. No one fought, no one built defences, rust, barely anyone even moved. Streetlamps slowly began to go out one by one. Sabotage from the Spiked, ensuring that they could not be caught easily. Things changed slowly. First one person roused themselves, then another, and another. Feeling their way around in the dark, they gathered, congregating around the edges of the cavern. They all sought one thing: escape. Some found it, others chose to remain behind. Those that left found themselves dazed and confused by the dark, reaching new rooms just as the first faint light of dawn came through the ventilation shafts. For those who stayed behind, a sudden crash shattered the night's silence. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A thrill of anticipation ran through the Hemalurgist's veins as they closed in on their prey. After so long spent searching, and then hiding, it was finally time to act. These rebels would know the Lord Ruler's wrath, soon enough. A touch of nerves came too. This would be the first person they killed, and one of the most important. It would be their neck on the line if this went wrong. Their grip tightened on the obsidian blade they held, and the Spiked carefully inched closer to the sleeping form nearby, discernible only by the sound of their breathing. Hopefully within striking distance, they lashed out... only to have their arms dragged to the side by their metal bracers. The knife struck only rock, screeching against it for a moment before shattering. Knocked off balance, the Hemalurgist knocked in to a statue of Lord Mountford, sending it crashing to the ground. Rust. Back on their feet in an instant, they fled, off into the night, leaving their prey free to live another day. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Someone was attacked, but no one died! Two pretty cool items were found, and the Town Square now holds an awesome item. A quick clarification, that we feel will be mighty interesting to some people: Some clarity on bendalloy/cadmium: If you leave a bendalloy bubble, you lose the extra action period. If you leave a cadmium bubble, you don’t get your lost action period back. This leads to some wibbly wobbly timey wimey stuff that happens when the bubbles overlap. If you are in a bendalloy and a cadmium bubble at the same time, the effect cancels each other out. But if you leave the bubble, the effect of the bendalloy bubble is lost, and you still lose the action period. If you leave the bubble in an action period that is then lost when the bendalloy’s effect on you is canceled, you stay in the same place, but you still lose the action period. Map: Day One ends in approximately 48 hours. Merry lynching! EDIT: Write-up is in, although it's nothing special. If you haven't yet received a PM about your actions, remind us, and we'll get to it as soon as we can.
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And the first half of the Night is over! If you have any actions still to come in, get them in fast, or else the won't be counted. Feel free to post, or talk in PMs or do whatever else you like. If you have a power that allows you to change your actions, you will be notified. Write up might be a little late tomorrow; the results should still come at around 10:00 CST, but the rest will be a little later. (Hopefully not too much later, but you never know.) EDIT: To answer your question, Joe, the Spiked kill is limited by room.
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All PMs have been sent. Sorry for the delay. There's a storming lot players.
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Newan would die, in this case, and Twei would stay where she was. For the action period that someone is moving between rooms, they are considered to be in both rooms, and can be affected by actions taken in either room.
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Frostfire just couldn't resist putting Reader down one more time. You're free to bring Backtrack in whenever, Kobold.
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The sparkly Epic shook his hand awkwardly, refusing to let go of Autumn’s hand to do so. As he stepped back to continue introductions, it seemed as if all hell broke loose. Autumn’s radio buzzed with a communication from someone—presumably and Epic—named Arsenal. A vanilla was dragged into the clinic with an armed guard. A whole squadron of Epics, led by a woman who appeared to be a gravity manipulator, burst through the doors. Ethan readied himself, pulling just a bit of heat from the ground, preparing to fight or flee. The gravity manipulator's next few words, however, immediately put him at ease. “Well, that was easy. Reader Rabbit, did you hit yourself with your wine glass again? I told you to aim for your mouth, not your nose.” A grin flashed across his face. Obviously, Frostfire wasn’t the only Epic Reader had made a bad impression on. His smile slipped as the exchange continued, however. That slontze just doesn’t know when to quit, does he? The gravity manipulator’s—Edgerunner’s—response was more than satisfactory. A resounding crack echoed in the clinic as she suddenly started falling sideways, and slapped him across the face. Ouch. That has to hurt. He sparking well deserved it though. To add insult to injury, Edgerunner seemed to concentrate for a moment, and suddenly Reader’s pants were falling down around his ankles. Ethan’s smile was back, wider than before. Messing with slontzes was something he could get behind. The Dalles suddenly seemed more and more like a place where he could stay, even a place where he could find friends. Then Reader decided to ruin the moment, as appeared to be the norm. His embarrassment and shame turned to anger, and the expression on his face made it clear that he was about to say something everyone would regret. He started off at a whisper, but soon enough he was speaking loud enough that everyone in the room could hear him. “I know everything. I know things about you you don’t even know about yourself. I know all of your secrets, little Emma, and you will never know mine. You can break my body, but you will never break my mind like I can yours.” Reader looked around, angry, indignant, whining contempt plain on his face and in his voice. “Smiling, are you? Smiling at my pain? Smiling at my loss of dignity? You all smile, when you should be grovelling at my feet. If I wasn’t standing here right now, you’d all be dead! If I hadn’t switched over to Vondra’s side, if I hadn’t told Remington Springfield Koschei’s weakness, you’d all be dead or enslaved to Koschei the Deathless. Without my sacrifice, he’d still be here! How dare you smile at my pain, when you owe me your lives.” Ethan’s eyebrows rose in surprise. This slontze is the reason Koschei died? Interesting. This might be a good place to interrupt, once again, before things go too far. “Regardless of whatever service you’ve done to mankind, however many lives you’ve saved, Reader, you have no right to tear down everyone around you. You make everyone you meet miserable, and whenever you anger someone capable of fighting back, you lash out like a kicked dog, as if the mere fact that they won’t put up with your crap is a sparking personal offence.” A couple assumptions there, but Frostfire had no doubt he was close to the mark. “Respect is something that has to be earned, every hour of every day, and one act, no matter how great, isn’t enough to let you hurt others without repercussion. And I have my doubts about whether you revealed Koschei’s weakness out of honest concern, or simple desire to save your own skin.” Ethan knew on some level he really should leave things there, make his semi-honest piece about morality, and call it a day. Frostfire, however, couldn’t help himself. “Anyways, Goldilocks, you really shouldn’t be worried about your dignity, what you should really be worried about is how you managed to steal Papa Bear’s pants by mistake. A little too large, eh?” With brief moment of focus, he sent a tendril of heat towards the pants Reader was struggling to slip back on, severing the button, and warping the zipper and belt buckle, ensuring he wouldn’t be able to put them on again.
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Not to make you feel more wimpy, but I'm also in martial arts. I'm going up for my first degree black in Isshin-ryu karate this fall. Reader is becoming more deserving of his pantsing by the moment. Frostfire would be more than happy to set the pants on fire as well, just to add to the humiliation.
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Tulir: Alignment is revealed with the first charge used up. Feruchemical zinc is basically the feruchemical parallel to Allomantic bronze, and can do a couple extra, fancy things if you hold off on using it for a while.
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Alrighty. That's quite the List. Does that answer everything?
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There's no limit, as one of them turning into a kandra won't exactly be a common occurrence, if it happens at all. It's really just something for the spectators/people who show up late. I can see not wanting to be one if you have commitments that would keep you from ever being too active in the game, and don't want to be dragged in against your will.
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She can get a reading off of sounds, (little micro-inflections in someone's voice) but her synesthesia is primarily visual, so they would be a lot weaker. Otherwise, she needs line of sight. Her condition won't trigger without any stimuli. ...This pug almost conveys the proper amount of abject horror.
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Maybe. There's a few Frostfire scenes I'll probably be WHOOCing down the road, anyways, so why not. So long as they're intimidating enough that she feels safer introducing herself as Mirrorveil, rather than Kayla, they're not out of the question. And Deathwish might well be, so it could work. I don't think Quicksilver or Frequency would outright murder her, as she'd claim to be an Epic, and she'd have the power to prove it. (In her backstory, she spent a couple years working for a powerful Epic somewhere further down the west coast [who may or may not have terrorized the LA area for several years be for his death ] so it's not a position she'd be unused to, although it most definitely would not be good for her.) ...Yeah, that wouldn't have been pretty. Even the Dalles, for how relatively friendly it is, is probably going to be pretty hard on her. Locking her in a room with most Epics would be a crime against humanity. The Trifecta more-so than most. I'd imagine Nighthound would be even worse, though. ...I don't think there are any smilies capable of conveying the amount of nope that would have.
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...That would be a strange meeting. Quota would be manipulating his own emotions, reflected in Mirrorveil, who could probably then use what she learns to seriously screw with Quota's psyche... Still trying to decide if this would be a good thing, for putting Quota on the receiving end of some emotional trauma for once, or a bad thing, for how bad it'd be for Mirrorveil to even be in the same room as that slontze. Thanks. She could run into pretty well anyone, at this point. I'm thinking probably one of the evil/unaligned Epics, so that she can't just drop her Mirrorveil persona as soon as Frostfire/Reader points out to her that she's not actually an Epic. Although if she goes too far, Frostfire won't have anyone to talk him down when he finds the convoy's wreckage...
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...I just realized. Mirrorveil? If she were actually an Epic, she'd probably be mirrorverse!Quota. Anyways, Mirrorveil's (rather dark) intro has been posted, and fate's threads are pulling ever tighter...
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“Yup. Weirdest thing I’ve ever seen.” Kayla Arden said, mirroring Frostfire’s confusion. Ethan took off running towards the panda encampment without a look back. She grinned slightly at the Epic’s curiosity and excitement. It was, quite literally, infectious. She still wasn’t quite certain what to make of him. He'd chanced upon their convoy a few days ago, and hung around, offering "protection." No one had known what to do. An Epic, offering help? There was no way his motives were altruistic. To deny him however was even more dangerous than letting him stick around. There seemed more to it than that, though. Every powerful Epic she’d met had practically radiated a peculiar blend of fear, arrogant indifference, and thin-veiled malice. None were quite the same, but it was always there. It made her sick, if she spent too long around them. Frostfire was an enigma. Arrogant; sure, fearful; definitely, and more than a little angry, but lacking that certain cruelty, that seeming urge to destroy and defile the things beneath them. It gave her a bit of hope. She’d thought for the longest time that Epics were irredeemable; that she was different merely by virtue of some quirk of her power. If there were others… Kayla absently played with the Faithful pendant around her neck. It had been her mother’s before. She found it ironic, sometimes; that she, Kayla Arden, Mirrorveil, might well be one of the ones they waited for, when her power was useless enough she might as well be a vanilla. Shouldering her rifle, she turned back towards the bulk of the convoy. She grimaced at the weight of the weapon against her back. It had been over a year since she’d last had to use it, but it brought back painful memories nonetheless. It was time to report to the rest of the group. After that, all that was left to do was wait. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Night was falling, and still, Ethan was nowhere to be found. It was worrying, but what could they do? With the Dalles under siege, they were stuck, until something changed. Kayla attempted to sleep, unsuccessfully. They were incredibly close, to shelter, to safety, to a potential haven; and they were caught waiting on the doorstep, with a literal army in the way. And now, their best protection was missing in action. A harsh crack rang out, and outside the tent, all hell broke loose. Sparks. Bolting up, she struggled with the zipper for a moment before bursting out of the tent. Scooping up her rifle, she promptly dropped it again, feeling like she’d been punched in the gut. Across the road, a massive black and white bear was disembowelling one of the sentries with brutal efficiency. Kayla crumpled, resisting the urge to vomit as her insides felt like they were tearing themselves apart. She struggled to stand, picking up the gun again. The panda walked closer, spattered blood belaying its otherwise cuddly appearance. Kayla met its eyes and shuddered. Rage and terror and confusion and pain… So much pain… Calamity. This thing was human, once. Knees weak, she steeled her resolve, raising the rifle and shooting the beast in the head, putting it out of its misery. Agony seared through Kayla’s skull, as if she’d been shot herself. Shouts and screams sounded as the others awoke to the ursine invasion. Kayla was overwhelmed, blankly staring at the chaos. Anguish. Fear. Bewilderment. Each a different face, another person, dying, being or dragged off to who knows where. Cruel, cold intelligence. A new panda walked calmly into the battle, upright and aware on a level the others were not. Absence; nothingness. Corpses littered the ground, humans and once-humans alike, staring lifelessly into the sky. She registered all these things, sights and emotions, superficially. Too much… Fire flared up somewhere. She could see it's light flickering, hear it crackle. The new panda seemed to zero in on her, curious. It stalked forwards confidently, reaching out as if to pick her up. New fear came. Not from a member of the convoy, or even one of the pandas. Her own fear, sharp and cold, and just enough to get her moving. She turned and ran, rifle falling from her hands in her haste. Branches and underbrush tore at her clothing, tears of shame and fear gathering in Kayla’s eyes as she fled blindly into the night.
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Back when I first joined the site, I assumed all I would be doing would be lurking, so I chose a name I thought fit that. "Aonar Faileas" very roughly translates to "Lone Shadow" in Scottish Gaelic. The "Aaron Falaise" anagram was purely coincidental. It's convenient for SE games set on Earth, though. (Although I suppose my name IRL has Gaelic origins, so it's sort of similar?)
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Very. Steelheart=The Time Lord Victorious. It's all there. Steelheart is a very refined dictator. Of course he drinks tea.
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"...What?" "There's this telepath in Oregon, he's a major slontze, and you're the only one who can keep a friction Epic from pantsing him. You have to come quick!" "...What?" You're not the only one.
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I believe her physical description was: I'm not certain about anyone else, but the image this generates in my head, especially with Backtrack's glasses thrown in, is nothing if not ridiculous. I'll concede that it doesn't really have anything to do with how she's dressed, but rather her powers, but still. I could replace it with "very sparkly," if you'd prefer.
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The walk in to the Dalles was fortunately uneventful. Goldilocks was blessedly quiet, aside from the odd grumbled complaint about his nose, and they met less than a half dozen pandas on the way; easily taken care of, although for some peculiar reason Ozymandias insisted upon disintegrating their fur, first. A few soldiers were stationed in an outpost, but they waved them through without question, more concerned with the invading animals. They stopped not far inside the city limits, in front of a low building that might have been a clinic. "We're sthopping here first, because sthomeone decided it would be besth to break my face." Frostfire smirked. Hearing Goldilocks speak with a lisp was immensely satisfying. The slontze deserved to be taken down a few pegs. The Epic glared at him, clearly biting back an insult. Entering the clinic behind the telepath, Frostfire quickly scanned the interior. Several vanillas, a single small animal, and two Epics, scattered throughout a few small rooms. Nothing terribly dangerous. Goldilocks started towards a couple, one very sparkly Epic and a vanilla, and spoke, a leering grin on his face. "Hey Autumn. Introduthe me to your new fling." The vanilla turned, surprise turning to displeasure. She doesn't look too happy to see him. Interesting. I'd imagine Goldilocks isn't too well liked by anyone, but an immediate reaction like that? Obviously some sort of history there. "Reader, this is Shiny Sparkle. She's here to help with the pandas, and she's definitely proven herself trustworthy." Reader. Okay, that makes sense. But Shiny Sparkle? Who in their right mind chooses that as a name? No one, that's who. She might be someone to be careful around. Autumn continued, gesturing towards Ethan and Ozy. "Who are these two? And what happened to your nose?" This seemed as good a place as any to step in. Autumn's Epic date appeared a little annoyed at the interruption, and Goldilocks didn't seem the sort who could be trusted to give an unbiased -or even honest- account. Ethan gave a little wave from behind Reader, to draw their attention. "Ah... That would be my fault, I believe. Don't let Goldilocks- or Reader, rather, tell you he didn't deserve it, though." He smiled a little more honestly, now. "My name is Ethan, or Frostfire, if you prefer, and 'Flip-flops' over there calls himself Ozymandias. It's a pleasure to meet you, Autumn, and you too, Shiny Sparkle." He stepped forwards, offering his hand to shake.
