New Story Ideas

This is Zeta speaking, hi.  Looking at TANH, I realized all the mistakes that I made, too many to go into detail with.  I want to try writing solo, with a new writing project.  I can be found at  I hope to see you there.  The new story ideas are as follows:

1. Level Up!

Set in a video-game esque world, with monsters and magic.  Rather fantasy.  The protagonist is 17 year old Reynard Sidochanson, a thief.  Mechanics are very well thought out and explicit, but I don’t want to give too much away here.  This is intended to be a more light-hearted story, though overall serious.

2. Humor Me

This one is urban fantasy.  Sang City, an NYC parallel, has the largest concentration of vampires, one of the four chosen races, in the world.  The city is controlled by two warring gangs.  The Drinkers, ruled by the mysterious and ancient CN, and The Eaters, barbaric and savage.  Adam Bain, a cursed mortal, is in the center of their war.  This will be a darker one.

3. Only Human

Luck, the corporeal embodiment of the human idea of chance, is new to the game.  While trying to figure his new life out, he’s recruited by Death to kill… well, Death.  Luck follows this mysterious cloaked figure around Backstage, meeting the Dramatis Personae and trying not to get killed by everything that’s trying to.  It’s hard to explain the conflicts in this one without giving away anything.

4. Ash

Ah, the obligatory superhero story.  Set in a world where superhumans are more powerful, rarer, and just a part of the landscape, superpowers have a magic element to them.  They’re mysterious, and never straightforward.  A small town in the east of the Federation of the Americas has a higher concentration of superhumans than anywhere else.  There are five public figures. Hero, or Henry Alyn, is the star of the highschool football team, as well as possessing the power of Heroic Valour.  His girlfriend, Synergy, has the power of Exponential Synergy, and is the cheer captain.  Rounding out the team is the sister-brother duo of Vision and Thinker, or Connie and Thomas Wu.  The main character is Gray Malkin, a highschooler with the power of the Ash Cloak.  He’s not one of them.  In fact, he was bullied by most of them.  And he’s angry.

(A little clarification, here.  Gray got his powers first, and became Ash, and lashed out at the town.  Soon after, Hero and his team stepped up to bat.)


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It’s Over Nine Thousand!

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Zeta Profile

Real name: Jason Leigh

Alias: Zeta, SVRA Agent# 2112

Age: 17

Sex: Male

Body Type: Lean

Height: 5’10

Weight: 153

Hair Color: Brown, streaked with blonde

Eye Color: Brown

Power: Power-switching. His companion is unknown, but he has a separate consciousness which possesses his personality and knowledge. The consciousness can take one form; that of a serval. It refers to itself as a ‘temporary jailer,’ rather than a companion.  Zeta’s powers are:

1. Pyrokinesis

2. Fulgurkinesis

3. Flight

4. Regeneration

5. Super speed

6. ?

7. ?

His first power allows him to generate and control fire, as well as granting him immunity to extreme temperature. His maximum temperature is slightly over the average of type 5 (Ki-based) fire, at 1,250ºC (2,282ºF).  His second allows him to generate immense amounts of power within his body, and let it out in the form of lightning. Though one of his more powerful offensive abilities, it’s limited by the danger of overflow.  His recorded maximum is approximately 90 million volts. His flight generates a insular layer around him at high speeds and altitudes.  His max flight speed is 350 m/s.  His regeneration is unusually strong for a Power-switcher, and he can heal from anything that doesn’t kill him.  While on the ground, his super speed has not been timed.  It does not give a great stamina boost, so his fifth power is mainly useful for basic combat.  It grants enhanced reflexes and movement speed to an extent that his body would be a blur to a normal human.

Power rank: Variable, A-S

Origin: Seen in Chapter I

Status: Hero, High Turning Chance.

Current affiliation(s): SVRA CT Chapter I

Previous affiliation(s): None

Concept Sketch:

Notes:  Zeta is an entirely combat oriented metahuman.  Though extremely intelligent, he uses it only for combat.  He is able to spot weakness and patterns, and quickly learns and adapts to the tactics of enemies.  His powers complement that.  He is the leader of his by default of being the first fighting metahuman in his state, but he adopts a more field commander role.  He delegates most of the office and PR work to teammates Exile (2118) and Apollo (1890).  He is given moderate access to confidential information, despite his High Turning Chance rating.  He is considered unlikely to sell information, or give it to anyone.  He has proven mostly resistant to weak to average psychics.  His abnormally strong psyche is believed to result from anger issues of unknown origin.  He has not cooperated with any therapists, each reporting a completely normal and balanced individual, except for one.  That one, Dr. Frank Barr, is lent credence due to his exceptional telepathy.  His unofficial summary is as follows:

“Zeta is incapable of allowing himself to trust anyone, though the reasons, if they exist, are buried very deep.  He seems to simultaneously have self-esteem issues and an incredibly large ego.  Despite his trust issues, he values the people around him.  He has no concept of good or evil, and he views things in terms of what is acceptable by society.  He believes in a Darwinian survival and rule of the fittest ideal, and this drives him to seek personal power.  It could be classified as an unhealthy obsession.  He spends most of his time either working out, training, playing video games, or reading.  He rarely sleeps a full night.  His biggest issue is indubitably his anger.  It seems to be his strongest emotion, and he uses it to pump himself up for a fight, and conquer his own fear and shame.  The most disturbing thing is that he takes a twisted pride in it.  He probably connects his anger to his power, linking it to his power obsession.  He is capable of forming relationships with allies and co workers, but usually temporary.  His close friends think of him as having a nice side and an angry side.  They have noticed that the ‘nice side’ has appeared less and less.  He scored highly on the Hare Checklist, but I do not believe he is a sociopath, though he may believe himself to be one.  He has demonstrated compassion and genuine sadness at times.  His rough demeanor may be attributed to his belief in his inability to feel those emotions, or that he believes them to be a sign of weakness.  He seems to be developing an increasingly violent and isolated personality.  His companion exerts a considerable amount of influence over him and his social life, but I have not been able to discern the extent of it.”

In the case that he does turn, lock down the facility and avoid contact.  He is capable of incredible brutality, even to the people he appears to care about.  He has killed villains before, and though he does not go out of his way to kill, he will deal with anyone in his path as he feels right.  He is very capable, and has no compunctions.  He seems to find comfort in solitude, but enjoys the company of others.  If he turns, he is expected to find a small, tight knit group of anti-societal, successful, and powerful members.  He does not appear to relish command or control, though receiving strict order grates on him.

Concept sketch:


Oh, look! I’m back, meaning that this is another our-writers-screwed-up post. Flurry to the Rescue! We were stressing for hours last night because SOMEONE *cough cough* Discharge *cough* wasn’t answering us on facebook or replying to our texts, and we needed him to post. I get that there’s school and all, but I do the same sports as Discharge, have musical instrument lessons like Discharge, and I have annoying teachers who give tons of homework too. There’s always SOME free time to write, right? Anyways, sorry we don’t have a new section, BUT… The Mirage post has been updated. Don’t kill us. 

~Flurry, Novice Writer

Fanart begins!

Our first piece of fanart is up!  Rejoice!  It, and hopefully more soon, can be seen here.Khan by Sketch

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Tyrant IV. ??? I

It was perfect.  Everything was right.  The circle was measured and completed.  The runes were checked, double checked, and checked ad infinitum.  I had memorized the Latin, the Arabic counterspell, the Sanskrit counter-counterspell, and the Esperanto activation phrase.  Demons get weird when they’re intelligent.  It might just be a feature of this one; the King of all Demons.  Mephistopheles.

They had tried to keep me down, given me pitiful “tutors” to keep me in check, but they failed!  I took the books for advanced summoning, and found the mother of all rituals.  They said I wasn’t ready for greater demons.  Well, look who’s summoning the greatest demon of all!

I laughed out loud, almost dropping my spell book.

“Oops. Don’t want that to happen,” I said, giggling a bit, “but enough stalling!  Time to make my name as the greatest demonologist of all time!”

Ego istum contractum ut populus,” I began,

offerre magnum daemonem,

Mephistopheles, qui pacta infinitum facet.”

A dark mist began appearing in the center of the pentagram, swirling around in chaotic patterns.  A chanting, complementary to my own began, in a thousand voices.  I continued,

Fabarum vocat ad latus edax!

O regis inflantes!

Princeps maximae parti,

adiuva me superare regem abscondita!

The mist began taking a shape… no, shapes.  It looked like a row of people stretching off into infinity.  Wait…  that shouldn’t be happening.  I looked around frantically, trying to spot my error, and fix it before it was too late.  The circle… fine, the pentagram… good.  There!  In the runes!  I had written the rune for “From” wrong, and switched the two on it’s sides.  Fuck.  It was too late.  I was fucked.  Instead of writing, “I summon One from Many,” I had written, “I summon the Legion into One.”  It was flawed.  A small error, a small imperfection.  But it screwed up everything.

“My Lord,” I said, bowing to the throne. A powerful voice boomed out,

“So, the conquered killer returns in shame.  What happened to our hero killer?”  Shadowy figures along the walls tittered.  I gritted my teeth.

“I attempted to subdue the “hero” Zeta in his first stage, as a lone vigilante.  I had him defeated, when his companion reappeared and manipulated his body.  He defeated Krustallos and I easily with a power I’ve never heard of, then gave us a lecture. I have submitted my report, I believe.”

The man on the throne nodded.

“You have.  I’m more curious about your second failure, when I authorized collateral damage to my territory.  You sent an agent with… how many rogue demons?   Four?”

“Only three, Your Majesty.  The fourth was an agent to direct the others.”  He waved, slightly annoyed.

“Fine, three demons that you can’t control.  Tell me again how that failed?”  I growled slightly.

He’s making you repeat your failures in front of all the highest members of The Court to embarrass you.

/I know that!/

Then don’t rise to the bait.  Idiot human.

“The remora demon I placed to control the rogue ones was destroyed, with no damage to the rogues.  The agent’s mind regained control, and decided to use the demons to assist the SVRA.  However, if I’m given-”


“I beg your pardon, My Liege?”

“You’re taken off the assignment. You are no longer the prime striker against heroes.”

“But…  Why?”

Stupid question.  Because you failed.

/Shut up. Stop annoying me./

“Because you failed. There’s someone else.  Stronger than you.  Less distracted than you.”

He’s slightly annoyed with the newbie, but proud of his strength. A samurai?  Some sort of mercenary, new.  A definite rigorous feel from him.  Code of honor.

/SHUT.  UP./

He continued, “Ronin. Show yourself.”  I heard a tap behind me, and whirled around.  An asian-looking man… no, boy.  Maybe a year or two older than me, but with a scruffy beard.  He had long black hair, and a sheathed katana at his side.

He’s a demon-hater.  He has powers, but supplements them.  See his amulet?  Strong power ratings.  Same with the sword.  See that, moron host?

/Of course I see the amulet!  He’s not wearing a goddamn shirt!  I’m not an idiot!  I also know why he’s dressed in sweatpants!  Want to hear a fucking over analysis of everything?  He’s wearing those pants to provide ease of movement and slightly conceal his movements.  Happy?/

Ronin spoke, a slight accent to his voice, “Demon bastard.  If we did not serve the same shogun, I would take your head and feed it to the dogs.”

Oh, this is going to be a treat.


Our “Shogun” spoke up,

“I’m not done with you, Legion.  In fact, I have a present, and a job.  The king of gods gives gifts with one hand, and misfortune with the other, eh?”

Wow.  That is a misquote on sooo many levels.  He didn’t even mention urns.

“What is your will?” I asked, bowing my head and clasping my arm to my chest.

“Do you remember why you are working for me, Legion?”

“I serve My Lord for the sake of enacting his will-”

“No, the real reason,” he said, leaning forward on his throne.  “Do you remember our bargain?”

The demons rushed into me, filling my body and mind with sensations.  I was shuddering in fear, shivering in cold, sweating from extreme heat, and yet falling asleep.  It was contradictory and impossible, and my mind tried to regain control.  All the discipline that I had accrued from magic training was for naught.  My voice was lost among the countless others in my head.



You’re tired… just lie down and nap…


/Stop it!  Get… Get out of my-/


How’d you like to fuck a bloody corpse, mortal?  




You’re a fucking ugly bitch. I want to stab you to death, and then play around with your blood.

/Stop it…  no… fuck…kill…/

I was losing myself, losing my individuality, becoming one of the legion.  Then, a voice, clearer than the rest, pierced through the fog.

Come on, mortal.  That doesn’t sound like you.   You call me here and can’t even hold a conversation?  Hm…  Icebreakers… icebreakers…  got it.  Care to make a bargain?

Suppressing my shudder at the memory, I nodded.

“You said you would help me suppress or remove the demonic energy from my body in return for my service.”

Psshht. Why would you want to do that?  We made a bargain too, remember?  And you got stronger out of mine, while he’s offering you weakness.

/He’s offering me peace./

“The time has come,” he boomed, holding up a small vial, “you will take one of these everyday while it is still effective.  It will suppress your inner demons, and restore your appearance to normal.”

“While it is still effective?” I asked, raising my head.  He glowered at me.  “While it is still effective, sir?”  He sat back, mollified.

“It is a temporary measure.  It prevents the demons from expressing themselves, not from being there.  It advances your symptoms, enhances your power when the time comes to fight.  You are enrolled in South Haven High School, where we believe some members of the SVRA team attend.  You will uncover their identities, destroy their lives… and let Ronin kill them.  Do you understand?”  I nodded.  “Good.  Your assignment begins in just under a mon-”

The door burst open, and a messenger ran in.

“My Lord! Giant and Mouse have been defeated!”

“What?  Where are they?  Did Rune intervene?”

“They-They’re dead, Your Honor! They were taken down and killed by Zeta and Selene only!”

He crossed his legs, resting his chin on his palm, and his elbow on the arm of this throne.  “Interesting,” he mused, “I shouldn’t underestimate them.”

Rook and Knight take two pawns.  That’s what he’s thinking.  Time to send in two Bishops.  You and Ronin, in case you were wondering, ignoramus.

“Legion, that will be all.  You know who to talk to for assignment details.”  I stood up, bowed, and walked out. As I did, the man on the throne stood up and gestured to someone hidden in the sides.  They walked up to him, bowing and holding something flat.  I heard two klinks as something dropped.

And King advanced his Bishops.

Stuff happening, loyal and traitorous readers alike!  This is the first ??? section, so I’m going to explain the rules.  Since you don’t technically know who the perspective is from, you have to guess.  This one is easy.  Others will be harder.  ??? sections will be pretty rare, partially because it’s a pain in the ass to write when the perspective is a secret, and possibly because there are possible spoilers.  The first person who comments correctly who the perspective is from, if they provide an email or a website with their contact information on it, will receive an email from the authors.  You can ask for spoilers, ask to clear up mysteries, ask for true truths, and ask to expose lies!  If an anon comments first, or we are unable to contact you, then there is nothing for anyone.  This section is easy.  Do good.




Ahem. Henceforth, let it be known throughout the land that the one known as Discharge is the greatest idiot under the heavens. Despite five days worth of warnings, he was unable to either post a section he had already written to WordPress, or send the section to any of the other four and a half (I think, I may be forgetting someone) writers so we could take care of it. In summation, Discharge=a really, really, unbelievably, mind-bogglingly, knees-weakeningly, idiotic person. Now, maybe this post will be deleted. Maybe not. But! You shall have your regularly scheduled section by noon of this very day, along with a bonus, apology update on Thursday.

-Zeta and Khan, working together to create a work of sarcasm the like of which has never before been seen on this Earth.

Shit, sorry.

Okay, so, the WordPress app is seriously messed up. It causes weird formatting errors. We can’t make a good post like that. So, we have to postpone till Saturday. Sorry. No bonus update after all. But, the Saturday section will be 3x as long as our average, so that’ll be cool. Again, sorry.

Auditions II. Apollo II

…riding to our first battle.  Zeta was telling us about Legion.  To be honest, I zoned out.  I had already read Legion’s file, and wasn’t worried.  He was the typical wreck shit up, then flee when the going gets bad villain.  The only thing to worry about was his healing factor.  According to the SVRA files, the amount of demonic power in his body had started to change it.  It said he had an extremely powerful healing factor, super strength, speed, and a few… cosmetic changes.  Namely, he’d started to grow horns.  I nearly cracked up when I read it.  His healing factor, on the other hand, is nothing to laugh about.  He’s a power switcher, and if he has those all the time…  since then, we’ve run into him, and he only gets stronger.  Eventually, he’ll probably be able to take on every metahuman in the world.  After all, he is, actually Hell itself.  Of course, I had no idea of how powerful he could become back then.   I thought he was just another villain.  I’m sure the others were freaking out a bit, but I was fine.  I’ve taken down A-class powers before.  I snapped out of the dose when I heard my name.  Zeta was saying the plan, “…You’ll go on the roof.  Use your bow or a gun to hit him in the limbs.  Don’t bother aiming for his head, he doesn’t need it and it’ll grow back.  Dagny,” He said, looking at a pretty blond girl with a drama mask, “you’ll go with Apollo and set up a mental link with us all.  If you can, try to use your telekinesis to reduce the amount of dust in the air.  Everest, you’ll be in close quarter combat with him.  Luna, you’ll protect Exile and Rune.  Exile and Rune will try to set up an exorcism circle and a ring of fire.  I’ll go where I’m needed.  I haven’t unlocked my third power yet, so I’ll only be using fire and lightning attacks.  Any questions?”  My sister raised her hand.  “Yes?”  She cleared her throat and said,

“Um, my constructs do pretty well against demonic energy, should I move to close combat?”  At that point, the van stopped.  Zeta raised his hands as if blessing us, and said,

“Let’s get the Motherfucker!”  We piled out of the van with our weapons at the ready.

We must have made quite a sight.  Too bad there was nobody there.  Legion was long gone.  It was obvious he had been there, though.  The ground in front of us was a giant crater, and there were cracks running up the sides of the surrounding buildings.  I let out a sigh.

“Very…Anticlimactic,” I said.  Exile, the magical prodigy, grunted in agreement.  Zeta surveyed the area, then bent down and ran a finger on the ground.

“No crystals,” He said, but didn’t elaborate further.  “Alright then,” he continued, “Form pairs.  Check out the area.  See if he left any clues.  Dagny and…Everest, go see if anyone saw him.  Disperse.”  He walked off with Rune to the edge of the crater.  Without saying anything, Exile and I walked to one of the cracked buildings. I whistled as I looked at the crack, then glanced sideways at Exile.

“So…  What do you think of Zeta?” I asked while recalling the little that was in her file. Magic prodigy, 16 years old, sensible and responsible.  I nodded approvingly.  We could get along well.  She smiled a little before responding.

“Well, I’ve known him for a few years now.  He’s pretty unpredictable, but decently smart and I think he’ll do as a leader.”  Or… maybe not so well.  I stared at her.

“Are you fucking serious?  He’s a thrill seeker!”  I was all but shouting at her.  She stopped smiling, and stood up.  She put a hand against my chest, and murmured something.  Sweating, I spoke. “Sorry?  I didn’t quite catch that.  What did you say?”  She shook her head.

“Just some latin.”  I gulped.  Latin=Spells.  Spells from a master mage=bad.

“Oh.  Well, that…  that sounds fine.”  She smiled in self-satisfaction and turned away.

“I thought so.  Now, let’s see if we can find anything about Legion.”  She walked off towards the nearest building, and I followed, shaking my head in confusion.

All of a sudden, Zeta called us over to the truck.  He was holding a walkie-talkie, and swearing profusely.

“Get back in the fucking van!” he screamed, “There’s a powerful super villain at the Police Station!  Legion was fucking distracting us!”

Our journey to the police station was tense and silent.  Zeta had no idea what to expect, and was trying to think of a plan with no information on the enemy.  He was brooding.  The others in the van were clearly nervous.  Exile was the only one doing anything.  She had her eyes closed and was muttering softly, creating a small glow around herself.  After a bit, Zeta stood up, cleared his throat, and started to say, “Okay, so-” He was cut off when something large hit the side of the van, denting it and throwing us forward. There was a muffled scream from up front that was suddenly cut short, and we realized something had just killed the driver.  I rushed towards the back, trying to open it, but something was blocking it from the outside.  Exile pushed me aside, then put her hands on the door, about to burn through it.  She didn’t need to.  Faster than even I could react, something bright tore through the side of the van, striking Zeta in the chest.  In front of our eyes, he started convulsing, then fell, a hole in the center of his chest.  The van smelled of ozone.  I had enough time to speak two words before the van fell apart like a coke can in a meat grinder.

“Oh, shit,” I said.  We fell out of the van and scattered.  I drew my bow, and got ready to fire, as soon as I figured out what to fire at.  I didn’t even get off a single arrow.  A guy shrouded in darkness, with two black katanas and a mask clearly visible landed in front of me and cut my bow in half.  I drew my foil to protect myself.  Though his face was covered, I thought he smiled.  He lashed out with a fast attack, but I countered easily.

“You picked a sword fight with the wrong fucking hero, asshole,” I spat.  He launched a fury of quick slices, but I stepped back and parried his last stroke, lunging for a simple riposte.  I thought I had him, but he moved faster than I thought he could, and my blade went harmlessly into the shadows.  I pulled it back as quickly as I could, but not soon enough. He dropped his blade and scored a deep cut on my overextended sword arm.  I grunted and jumped back, clutching my wounded arm and gritting my teeth against the pain.  I expected him to finish me off with whatever he had killed Zeta with, but he simply waited. I swore a little bit and forced the pain down.  I hoisted my sword again, knowing that I couldn’t win.  It wasn’t that he was much better  than me.  In fact, I probably had a slight advantage in speed and strength.  It was a question of weaponry.  One small, flimsy sword can’t stand up to two katanas.  Despite my knowledge of it’s futility, I feinted, expecting him to try to block.  Instead, without moving his body, he brought one of his blades down onto mine, snapping it like a twig.  Right then, I swore an oath to myself to never again be caught without a good weapon.  As I tried to recover, he turned his blade and swiped it right onto my arm again.  I collapsed in pain.  Except this time, it was different.  There was a sharp, bitter coldness to it.  I couldn’t move my head to look at it, but I could feel it.  Ice had formed where he had hit me, and it was slowly spreading.  If I had been able to move, I could have saved myself, but I felt like I was dying.  Later, when the paramedics came, they told me that I had lost as much blood as a person could lose without dying.  The ice forming over the wounds probably saved my life.  If he had been Zeta, or even fully comprehensive, he would have finished me off.  Instead, he looked around, then started walking towards the rest of the team, which had formed a tight group of three.  Rune and Dagny, I noticed, were missing.  And of course… Zeta.  Everest was in front, with his density raised so high the cement underneath him was bending.  Behind him was Luna in her full suit of armour.  Exile was in the very back with her eyes closed.  As the assailant walked towards them, two tendrils of shadow reached out and around Everest.  They raised off the ground, becoming solid somehow grabbing Luna around the chest and lifting her.  The shadows tossed her away.  As Luna went flying away from me, the shadows covered her armour, and it… just dissapeared.  With no protection, she hit a wall and crumpled like a marionette with its strings cut… by a car crash test.  I knew she was okay, obviously.  I was only crying because my arm hurt.  Honest.  With that, there were three combat ready fighters left.  Exile and Everest were still together, and Rune was missing.  I couldn’t find Dagny, either, but I thought I saw a flash of blonde earlier.  The shadowfiend didn’t even bother with dramatics.  He just jumped into the air, stayed there, and beckoned to Everest.  The idiot raised his density and crouched, then jumped, lowering his density to get some extra height.  I closed my eyes, knowing what would happen next.  Everest jumped straight into an outstretched foot, and with his weakened everything, instantly fell unconscious and collapsed at base of the column.  And then there was one less. Two, I think it’s safe to say.  Rune actually had left, but there was help about to come from an unexpected corner.  The shadowfiend (I’m getting to hate that name, but that’s what it was) fell back to the street, and his shadow spread towards the cut up and slashed van.  It became solid again, and like what it did to Luna, grabbed the truck around the middle and tossed it.  Straight up.  It flew out of sight, then landed with an impossibly loud thud.  It was hardly recognizable as an automobile anymore.  I felt sick, and threw up a little when I thought of what Zeta’s body must have looked like at that point.  Exile was looking a little green too, and I knew she was thinking of the same thing as me.  However, she quickly regained her resolve, made a complicated gesture, and a giant scorpion appeared in front of her.  It wasn’t really giant, like, monster movie big.  I say giant because it was much, much larger than a normal scorpion.  It was actually about the size of a german shepherd.

“This demon has the power of corruption, “ Exile said, her voice not even quavering, “Everything it touches will rot and decay.  Have fun, you little shit.”  At that, she turned and ran.   I thought she was chickening out, but she was just trying to get some space.  As soon as she had a few feet between her and the scorpion, she made a triangle with her hands, pointed it at the shadowfiend, and waited.  She didn’t have to wait long.  Her scorpion of corruption didn’t have time to do much other than make a few scuttling sounds before the shadowfiend gestured with his blade and froze it into a block of ice.  At that, Exile said, “Pyramidem igni.” and let loose an immense cone of bright blue flames, only to meet a sudden wall of ice.  She kept trying to melt through it, but from her angle she couldn’t see that the shadowfiend was constantly replenishing it.  Eventually, she fell to her knees, unable to continue.  As soon as she let up on the flames, the shadowfiend relaxed, and the entire wall melted instantly into a puddle of steaming water.  He had taken out the entire team in a matter of minutes.  All that was left was Dagny, and if she had half a brain, she wouldn’t have shown.  But, I saw her peeking her head out from behind a building.  If the shadowfiend hadn’t been hit by something falling from the sky, she probably would have leaped out and gotten herself killed.  But, she was saved by the bell…  ish.  It was actually the horn.  The steering wheel of the van had come out of nowhere and knocked the shadowfiend off his feet.  At that, I started to smile.  I had an idea of what was about to happen.  I guessed right.  Zeta fell from the sky, landing in the classic superhero pose.  “I’m from the government, and I’m here to help.” There was a pause.  “Are you scared yet?”

(Hey, long update today.  Not necessarily unusually long, but longer than they’ve been so far.  Eventually, we hope, they’ll all be much longer.  But, for now…  And hey, I know we’ve been less active lately.  That’s because of school.  However, there is a chance to change that.  Discharge and I can make another wager if someone comments with an idea (something creative, please), and we are willing to add new stuff.  If you ask for it.  I’ll be taking care of the timeline soon, so bear with the complications for now.  We’re sorta jumping around a few weeks.  That’ll be fixed soon.  Like, one week, soon. -Zeta)