Ineffable

I bet you told them Dumb-Dumb died in the Half-Fudge-Mince eh? And I'm not telling you. Read the book yourself or look it up on the interwebs.

Either that, or you can pay me...let's see...Diov has around nine hundred eighty four millionish infamy right now...So...

Give me sixteen million, two hundred thousand infamy on Infinity to Diov, and sure, I'll tell you who and how dies in the last book.

But can we please stop crowding this particular thread? It's kinda rude. >.>

So you admit to being a bigger Harry Pothead than BB?

That's nothing. Check this out.

Got the book.

Three hours later. Finished.

The perks of being a psychopath: An official reading spead of over 1284 words a minute.

Eat insanity. Muwhat muwhat muwhat.

One thing that confuses me. In I10 Lady Grey TF, We see that Penny obviously know who her psychic friend really is. Question being, Sister Psych would have already told Penny all about the Clockwork King's bad behavior. So why does Penny continue to contact him...?

Hat: Proof that automatic weaponry is the solution for every problem here at Hogwarts.

*BARUP! BARUP! EMERGENCY SECURITY MEASURES ENGAGED! DETONATION OF FITY MEGATON NUCLEAR DEVICE HIDDEN IN HAT IN 10, 9, SKIP, 2, 1...*

*Tips hat*

Hullo.

You shouldn't be. The plot is filled with enough holes that you could mistake it for swiss cheese.

Mmm. Almost all of my characters 'Kill.' Between Corporate Monstrosities who don't give a damn about anything, much less life, WILL kill unless specifically commanded not to do so.

Another character of mine is mindless. He'll attack anything that gets in his way until they get out of the way or die. Alternatively, he'll just home in and kill whomever he had been bound to and ordered to kill.

Another character of mine is just a mercenary. She'll kill/let her enemies live with equal regard, depending on her paycheck. When not actively being employed, she'll go out of her way to help innocent bystanders, and she won't kill people unless they piss her off.

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Maybe it's just me but I always imagine States sounding like a cliche' superhero who talks in an unknowlingly condescending way.

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Uh...

He does.

Virtue is the (un)official roleplaying server. There is some roleplaying on other servers, and you'll find a lot on Freedom as well. (although there you'll mainly find 'the usual mix.')

As for the best way to FIND roleplayers and participate in in-game roleplaying? Find a good supergroup. It's an easy way to have instant access chat with up to 75 people, you get your own base to hang out in, and it makes teaming up for missions easier.

And the Malevolent Hat of Subtle Doom welcomes you to the Forums.

*Tips hat*

*Walks in*

Hey. *Reads OP* Hmmm. Well I say that there is def...Uh...Yea...That's...Ummm...

*Reads Prodiguy's post*

WELL THEN I'll just leave you all to your business. >.>

*Leaves Thread*

Oh no, plenty of people do similer things. Take me for example.

One of my characters is a reality manipulator who has full control over the manipulation of dimensional probabilities to do whatever he wants. In-game, he a a /dark mastermind. I simply say that the distortions in the fabric of existence form the 'dark' animation that he uses. What he is doing is twisting and corrupting the very way existence works: As of such, anything affected by his power in this way is naturally changed temporarilly or permenantly to resemble the current effects and animation of most dark powers.

Really, as long as you put proper reasoning and a solid explanation behind it, you can make an ice tanker and say he uses fire. (Which he really won't, and it will still look and seem like he is using ice, but the way his character is set up, he uses fire.)

I tip my hat to you, Ex Libris.

Otherwise known as the Mod with a space in their name.

*Tips the Malevolent Hat of Subtle Doom*

Keep up the amazing work.

"Ya know, I like that back hair thing Recluse has going on..."

*Stands by with a crowd of lawyers and copyright laws, glaring at Soviet*

No...He probably told her his initials without telling her his actual name. Methinks that under that kind of trauma, he may have forgotten his name entirely, or even using or hearing it is very upsetting and hurtful to him emotionally. Now he can't let her know he is the Clockwork King. At her age, she probably knows that the clockwork are bad. BAAAAD! Yet he doesn't have anything else to address himself as, so he probably refrained from telling her his actual identity and stuck with the next best thing. The initials of his actual identity.

The Grenade Flaming had dropped earlier now read as...

1:56:03

Something suddenly fell into one of Flaming's burning hands.

It looked like a silvery grenade. Strangely enough, his flames did nothing to even heat it.

There was a timer on it as well, which read...

2:23:04

The Nocturne of Agony facepalmed.

She settled for floating up into the air high above the rocking and very crowded ground.

She pulled something out of her trench-coat pocket.

A remote detonator.

"Sonic Bombs. The cure to the ultmate headache..." She muttered.

She blasted a hole in the cieling with a quick flick of sonic vibrations, and flew out.

*Chk* went the detonator as the button was pressed.

All around the building at stratigic locations, particularly where their were structural weaknesses, the sonic bombs the Nocturne had planted earlier began to count down their timers.

2:59:04

((Actually he's out of range of the vibrations, he only got smacked by a tendril of radiation. ))

Flaming suddenly felt a pressure building up around him, almost as if the air was descending and compacting around him...

Then it bent and twisted as the air began to vibrate.

A field of sonic vibrations anchored itself onto Flaming, and they started to cut and smash into him immediately...

Then Harry came face to face with probing tendrils of radiation. Five spiraling tentacles of green wisp rushed at him from differant angles to do what only radiation can do.

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The roots tore themselves to shreds as the air vibrated around them.

The fire was harder to subdue, as it couldn't be cut by sonic vibrations. It got through the barrier of sonic vibrations easily enough. The fire brushed up against the edge of the Nocturne of Agony's frame, and she hissed in a soft voice that tinkled like crystals. Apart from blackening the sinister leather she wore beneath her trenchcoat however, it didn't appear to do anything more then artificial damage.

After the flames faded away, the Nocturne turned to Flaming.

And she sang.

It was easily the most beutiful song Flame had ever heard in his entire life. Symphonies had nothing on this. Her words dripped with metaphorical honey, and the air seemed to bend and twist in just the right way to create the perfect harmonies of vibrations to create a noise that was positively delightful to the ear.

Flaming suddenly felt very...

tired?

Yes, tired.

And while he became more exausted, the Nocturne of Agony whispered sweet nothings to him in the form of a SIRENS SONG, urging him to rest. Not only was this compulsive, but the sound waves were literally curling through his eardrums and into his sensory lobes, sending a slight mental suggestion into his mind that he should fall asleep on the spot.

No less then fifteen tendrils of green wispy radiation hovered about him, waiting. Either he would fall asleep, and they would strike and rip him apart. Or he wouldn't fall asleep, and they'd attack anyway, albeit he'd still have time to react.

((What that's it? And Dreadful Wail is a tier nine nuke. Ah well, adapt adopt and improve.

And no, sound can't evaporate water, it just sounds more dramatic when I say that.

And technically just using sound filters wouldn't save Harry. Those are VIBRATIONS IN THE AIR, not just sound waves. But I don't mind much, just me being nit-picky. ))

The Nocturne of Agony flicked a hand, and the bolt was literally knocked aside and into the floor by a wall of vibrating air.

Then Harry felt an immense pressure building up around him again, and another distortion of air vibrations began to cut into him.

At the same time, tendrils of radiation seeped from the Nocturne's body, and they were making a rapid storm-like be-line for the heroes...

Time seemed to freeze.

Because it had.

Any smart enough person would know that the Force of Drama has an overall power of 10,000 Krinwarks, and the Force of Time has an overall power of 19.62 sraxafraks, which when multipled times Drama equals PWNAGE. So, naturally, in any given situation when something dramatic is about to happen, time literally freezes temporarily.

It resumed.

Then the air shattered.

Civilians flew into the air, torn to shreds and flung aay in gory pieces.

The floor shook.

The walls quaked.

The ceiling rumbled.

A DREADFUL WAIL was emenating from the mysterious attacker. A sonic manipulative field so strong that it could shatter the atmosphere. It broke the sound barrier, impossibly enough, had enough force being it to evaporate water, and could travel through vacuum. (Which shouldn't be possible, because there is no air in vacuum.)

It did reveal the attacker, however.

A woman, standing roughly six feet, was in the center of the Dreadful Wail. She wore white cargo pants with black tribal runes emblazoned into them, a white trench-coat, sisister-looking leather underneath that, and strange looking chintonous gloves. She had long flowing white hair that went down past her waistline, and right now, was whipping about in a storm of silvery stands.

She was the Nocturne of Agony. Manipulator of sonic fields and air vibrations, eminator of radiation fields, and mercenary extrodinaire, and now she was singing what could be the last song anyone in the room would ever hear again.