Lugubrious

World of Light

Into the Castle

Level 3 Tora - (11/30) EXP and Level 3 Bowser - (24/30) EXP
Location: Peach’s Castle

As fierce fighting erupted across the great bridge and beyond, some of heroes could only stand back and watch events unfold. Though a great desire to help one’s comrades persisted, the balance of power needed to be considered; too much help and the chance of killing one of the heroes’ influenced friends rose dramatically. To say that those who elected not to engage stood idly by, however, would be to tell a lie. Projectiles flew in every direction, heavy impacts made the white bridge shudder, and more than once a particularly devastating attack blew apart the masonry to expose the moat below.

Furious as the battles were, most turned out brief. In the span of a handful of minutes, Zer0, the Courier, Hat Kid, Tora, Mario, Blazermate, Roadhog, and Geno managed to put a stop to the puppetry of six out of eight of the entity’s summoned foes, with only Crank reduced to a spirit. That left only a couple fights ongoing, and with them engaged, the path into Peach’s Castle stood devoid of obstruction.

The Master of Masters, having wisely chosen not to involve himself in any of the fights to avoid interrupting what he took to be personal matters, appeared by a zoned out Bowser with a cheery-looking Kirby under one arm. “Hey, fearless leader,” he said, voice raised to be heard over the din. “Most people are standin’ around, but we’ve got a clear shot inside. Why don’t you rally the troops and lead the charge into the Castle?”

“HUH? WHAT? DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO!” the king responded as his focus came back to reality after having spent most of the battle thinking of insults he’d hurl in the face of the fake him waiting for them in the throne room. He glanced down at the Master of Masters and insisted that: “I WASN'T HIDING BEHIND THIS BLOCK” before poking his snout out from behind it to inspect the calming battlefield. Evidently pleased with what he saw Bowser extracted himself from his hiding spot and immediately set about claiming credit for their victory.

“GOOD WORK PULLING OFF MY PLAN WITHOUT A HITCH TROOPS. MAN. I’D LOVE TO SEE THE LOOK ON THE MASTER HANDS... GLOVE WHEN IT FINDS OUT IT JUST DOUBLED THE SIZE OF MY ARMY FOR ME.” The king practically swaggered his way towards the castle gates, a toothy grin on his lips. “NOW GET INTRODUCTIONS AND EXPLANATIONS OVER WITH ALREADY. WE’RE GOING TO GO KICK MY BUTT AND TAKE OVER THIS CASTLE WHILE WE HAVE THE ELEMENT OF SURPRISE.”

As he set foot on the bridge he passed by the pile of items his Strikers had abandoned. With a snap of his fingers he summoned the trio, then stabbed finger towards the loot followed by jerking a thumb towards his back. His minions obeyed his wordless instructions and had, by the time he kicked open the front doors with a well practiced kick, taken up positions manning the spiky batments of his shell, ready to add supplementary firepower to their bosses devastating entrance to peach’s castle.

”GUESS WHO’S BACK!”

The Koopa received a chorus of panicked screams as red-eyed toads scurried across the entrance hall, running widly and more than a little comically without any rhyme or reason. They might have been lined up in orderly ranks along the hall’s edges as a sort of show of power, but Bowser’s dynamic entry devastated the little folks’ discipline. Momentarily taken aback, the Master of Masters shook his head after a moment, cracking up. Kirby looked like he wanted to join in the fun, but he remained complacent under his carrier’s arm. “Well, these little dudes might be losing their heads, but we’ve got a score to settle, huh? Nothing to do but wade through them.”

“YEAH, MOST TOADS ARE TOTAL PUSHOVERS” commented bowser as he enjoyed getting exactly the reception he felt he deserved.

Behind the pair, Tora entered the hall alongside Poppi. The frenetic scene provoked a look of alarm from the both of them, but since neither Bowser nor the Master of Masters seemed concerned, they followed with a touch of caution. “Mushroomypon very easy to startle,” Tora remarked, glancing at his Blade. She said nothing, but gave him a nod. On second thought, he was surprised she could hear him over this absolute racket, but he wondered why she seemed distant. After all, they were together again. Wasn’t it a time of celebration?

In short order the party crossed the tumultuous but harmless entrance hall, and barged through the big, ornate doors on the other side. Within lay a giant, opulent room, with checkered black-and-white floors, luxurious red carpet, and decorative pillars. At the far end, at the top of a flight of stairs, loomed a gigantic black throne, and atop it sat Megadragonbowser.

”HEY THERE, LOSERS!” he bellowed instantly, before everyone had even entered. ”CHECK IT OUT, SOLVED MY PEST PROBLEM” With a razor-sharp claw he pointed up at the ceiling, indicating a couple of cages that dangled from it on chains. Inside were various faces, a few familiar and a few not. Among them were Spyro and Donkey Kong, both badly injured and unconscious, as well as a brown-haired kid in a red cape, a strange animal duo, and a very thin, blank-faced guy with bright orange pants. Megadragonbowser guffawed. ”BAHAHAHAHAH! IF YOU’RE LUCKY, YOU’LL BE UP THERE WITH ‘EM IN A FEW MINUTES. THE REST OF YOU CAN REPAINT THE CARPET!” For the first time, he looked at the heroes a little closer. His baleful eyes narrowed. ”HUH? I DON’T REMEMBER THERE BEING SO MANY OF YOU. OH WELL...THE MORE THE MERRIER!”

At the head of the army of heroes bowser growled at the sight of his doppelganger. He prepared to deliver a verbal retort to Megadragonbowser’s insults at the gate, but paused just before doing so with a smug look on his face.

“YOU KNOW WHAT. I HAD THIS WHOLE SPEECH PLANNED THAT WAS TOTALLY GOING TO PUT YOU IN YOUR PLACE BUT YOU’VE JUST GIVEN ME A BETTER IDEA. STRIKERS! UNSOLVE HIS PEST PROBLEM!”

On his back the two hammer bros dropped what they were doing and join hands to give the rabbid healer a double boost, hurling him up into the rafters with another team jump. Heel grabbed the chain of donkey kong's cage with one hand while waving the fusion cutter around in the other. A burst of healing pulsed through the roof space as Heel set to work making mince meat of the metal bars trapping the four captive heros, laughing maniacally as he did so.

“THE MORE THE MERRIER RIGHT?”

The ground shook as Megadragonbowser dismounted his throne. ”YOU SAID IT!” He began to inhale, pulling in a vast amount of air and mixing it with the roiling flames deep inside him. Even if the heroes mobilized immediately, he was too quick; at the end of five seconds the tyrant released a brilliant ball of condensed orange fire that shot upward and exploded against the ceiling. It exploded, not with force, but with a massive amount of flame that covered the cages and rained down across the hall, setting everything that could be alight. In the span of a few seconds, the throne room had become a blazing hellscape. Everyone present would have to deal with the widespread flame.

Chuckling, Megadragonbowser hunkered down just above the ground, his arms and energized shell affording him complete protection, and he beat his fists against the tile. Pressure radiated from him, though not nearly the paralyzing force experienced earlier, as though it was an ability he could turn on and off. ”ALRIGHT, SMALL FRY. LET’S GET COOKING!”

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Overdrive!
A boss fight has begun. For those involved in the fight, and for the entirety of the fight, tensions and stakes are high--but so are the rewards. It would be reasonable to expect two GM updates a week, meaning if you get into the thick of it but then aren’t able to keep up, Prompt Fails may result. However, rewards are accelerated also:

EXP earned for posting during a boss fight is as follows: <300 words is 1 point, 300-600 is 2 points, and 600+ is 3 points.

Objective: Defeat the Tyrant in Orange, Megadragonbowser
Bonus Objectives: Save, heal, and free captive heroes to even the odds

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I'm so sorry, I just got my power turned back on today and need to get back on top of everything. I don't suppose there's anything left to do, is there?

@Gentlemanvaultboy

No problem at all, glad to see you're back. While there are only a couple fights left, there is potential for you to get in on one (probably Minako's) or you can just have Linkle interact with someone who's finished a fight.

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@Stekkmen, @Stern Algorithm, @Gentlemanvaultboy, hey there! You're in a somewhat precarious position at the moment, since most of the fight collabs are done and a couple remain that are being worked on. We'll be progressing on Saturday morning, but there's a chance for all of you to act before then. For those of you with characters supporting Michael, has thedman contacted you? If you're not doing anything at the moment, you can join up or interact with someone else.

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Tora & Mario

Level 3 – (8/30) EXP & Level 1 - (8/10)
Location: Scrapyard – Endzone
Word Count: 2057

Before Tora could experience the next blow from his fallen comrade, a white glove would attempt to collide with Poppi's right cheek. Mario landed his punch with a smashing thump as he sent the opponent reeling a good distance away. While he didn't send her flying - as he believed he would - it was still a solid hit on her. The plumber rose into a battle stance as he faced the armored-clad girl, covering Tora behind him. He'd glance back with a serious expression as he adjusted his cap in preparation for the fight ahead.

"You ought-a not be fightin' alone against-a-her," he remarked as he rose his fists towards his opponent, "Let's-a-do this together shall we?"

Surprised by the sudden entrance, Tora composed himself to reply. “Ah, yes. Would be very helpful, meh.”

Poppi blinked, her features betraying a distinct lack of amusement. “Because masterpon have embarrassing lack of offensive ability. But even two on one is no problem. Poppi will just need to bother with defense.” She tilted her head to the side, looking Mario over. “Strange. While enemy have facial hair to indicate adulthood, enemy is shorter than Poppi, and already wounded.” She closed her eyes, smiling. “Poppi commend enemy bravery!”

Turning around, the artificial blade laid her hands on a massive block of compressed scrap. Her fingers dug in, her servos fired, and with remarkably little effort she lifted the whole thing above her head. She then activated her foot-rockets, ascended a short way with her giant burden still held aloft, and chucked the entire mass at her two foes.

Instead of trying to dodge, Tora ran forward, shield raised. A few brief but vital calculations ran through his mind, and after a moment the Nopon stopped short just in time for the compacted junk to hit the ground in front of him and bounce up. It clipped his tuft as it careened harmlessly overhead, though Mario remained in its path.

Quickly analyzing the junk’s trajectory, the plumber proceeded to act according as he was able to barely slide below the approaching mass. It was tantalizingly close in scrapping the tip of his comically round nose as it swiftly whizzed past him. Once it was gone, he would quickly launch back to his feet and prepared to engage the enemy.

Tora found himself without a moment alone. After boosting downward, Poppi spun forward to execute a heel drop that fell upon her master’s shield hard enough to send splinters flying. With his shield facing up to protect himself from the falling leg, Tora was powerless to stop Poppi from transitioning into a straight side kick that went underneath the shield and bashed him right in the middle. Though hearty of constitution, he gasped as the air was knocked from his lungs, and staggered backward. “Meeeh! She knows...all Tora weaknesses…” he gargled, struggling to regain his breath.

His companion was in major trouble. Mario immediately proceeded to dash towards the antagonizing Poppi from behind as he calculated his next move. With a powerful leap, he thrust himself into the air with impressive force as he looked down upon his opponent. While he nearly opted to engage with melee force, the plumber instead opted for a more ranged attack. Promptly he proceeded to charge up a large fireball and chucked it towards Poppi’s back with admirable speed.

After dealing with Tora, Poppi possessed enough time to glance around and find her next opponent, particularly since Mario spent time jumping up high instead of attacking directly. Once again her boosters fired up, and Poppi jetted up to meet him. An aileron roll took her out of the way of the fireball, though it gave Mario half a second to prepare himself, and the next moment her metal fist made contact.

The plumber crossed his fists to block most of the strength within the powerful punch, yet even he was also thrown back significantly. He descended towards the ground and skidded across the grassy floor. As he did so, his fists began to glow a furious orange, becoming imbued with this great flame that he utilized. Again, he threw himself back into the fray and bolted back to Poppi with fists ablazing, while also awaiting Poppi’s next move.

Poppi, still hovering, watched the plumber approach with a bored expression. If he wanted to land a hit, he’d need to leap up to strike her, but the difference between their air mobility was night and day. As she waited for him to attack and open himself up, Tora recovered and shouted out, “But Tora know Poppi weakness, too! Ultra defensey to hitting, but not to ether. Element is earth, so fire not terrible, but if shortypon have electricity, would be very much stronger!”

With a mildly exasperated sigh, Poppi replied, “Knowing and acting two different things, Masterpon.” As she expected, Mario kicked off the ground with his powerful legs and sailed her way. Though obviously a very good jumper, that alone did not an air-fighter make. She allowed him to get close enough to lash out with a double blazing punch, but burst upward a moment before it hit. She cut her thrusters and briefly charged a boost, then released it in an explosive blast when he passed below her. The faceful of burning force spiked him downward, and Poppi reoriented herself to boost after him. However hard his landing, she intended to punctuate it with a crushing blow.

Mario hit the ground hard, issuing a miniature crater upon crashing with the ground as he momentarily felt the life suck away from him. While he was unsuccessful in hitting Poppi, he at least was able to get some information that ought to help in beating the robo-girl - and why it came from her own mouth of course. Of course, where was he going to find electricity in a place like this?

Yet it didn’t matter as he witnessed his opponent attempting to crush him with her metallic boots. Quickly he rolled out of the way as the initial shockwave from the blast set him back on his feet. Kneeling to regain his strength, Mario would find himself conveniently next to Tora and looked at him for answers.

"So this-a-robot is vulnerable to electricity, yeah?" the plumber asked the plump creature for verification, "If-a-so, do you have any on-a-board? And since-a-you know her weaknesses, what-a-other weaknesses do you know she has?"

Tora nodded as best he could, which for a person without a neck looked more like him bobbing back and forth. “Um yeah, meh. Have none, shield is earth too when Poppi powering it. Already said other wea...look out!” The chance to talk about himself and Poppi distracted the Nopon for a moment, but his eyes never left his creation. Displeased by the idea of her foes fraternizing, Poppi surged forward to strike Mario down. Using his free wing, Tora grabbed Mario by the face and bowled him out of the way before moving up to take the punch. When she saw what she’d be hitting, Poppi cut the strength of the strike, leaving the shield undamaged. She saving power? Oh, of course! Noticing this, an idea popped into Tora’s head.

With all the strength he could must, Tora threw himself forward. The sudden burdened above Poppi’s center of gravity toppled her over backward, and Tora landed on top, pinning her down with his shield and his weight atop it. With her arms spread out to either side, she couldn’t bend them into position to grab her master or his weapon and use her strength to throw him off. Not content to sit there, Tora used his free wing to pull out his wrench and, with a mechanic’s precision, affixed it around her neck to hold her in place. “Hurry, shortypon!” he cried. “Her Ether Furnace pull in power from atmosphere. Inflict damage before enough return to send Tora flying!”

Mario groaned as he rose from the ground to heed his ally’s call to action. He kept the robot in place as he called for the plumber to damage her Ether Furnace. Mario nodded as he leapt into action. His fists continued to burn hot with raging fire as he aimed his focus upon the exposed spot. With his target in sight, he engaged as he rapidly shot a multitude of fireballs towards the Ether Furnace to cause as much damage to it as possible.

His barrage of flame consumed the furnace, starting to melt the metal and causing her visible pain. Tora cried out in alarm as his ally misinterpreted his words. “Nonononono! Not hit furnace, Poppi need it to live!” In a panic he removed his wrench and whirled it around to smack Mario upside the head. “Just need to hurt enough for--meeeh!”

The energy from Mario’s fire had disappeared, not into the environment, but into the very mechanism he attacked. Poppi’s strength flared accordingly, and in a single, quick motion she beat her arms and legs against the ground, shifting her torso upward. Tora popped up a few feet into the air, where the flailing Nopon fumbled his weapons. Without a second’s delay Poppi jumped up and snatched the shield. Even before she landed again, energy from her furnace flowed through the weapon, turning on a few lines and lights with an orange-brown glow. For a brief instant a smile graced her face, the sort of expression one might see on someone reunited with a precious treasure, before she launched into an attack.

Earthen power radiated from her as she span with she shield extended, not just in place, but herself wheeling around in a larger circle. The untenably strong strikes pummeled Mario and Tora relentlessly, juggling the latter in the air. With his injuries, Mario couldn’t withstand the punishment and crumpled, stunned. Tora bounced, crying out with each hit, until Poppi drew to a stop and grabbed him out of the air by his overalls. She slammed him into the ground and raised the shield to bring its edge down across his throat.

Pung.

Poppi looked down, curious, at Tora’s wing, its end curled into a fist now pressed against her chest. For a moment she didn’t seem to believe it, as if a punch could possibly have been that weak. She snorted, then smiled again, even as the guillotine was poised to fall. “...Masterpon. I am glad you made me laugh one last time.”

Though Bruised and bleeding, Tora cracked a smile as well. “Poppi getting ahead of self.”

Poppi jolted, dropping her shield, then looked again at Tora’s wing. When he pulled it back, she spotted the bright pink imprint of a heart fading there, and from the contact point a wave of restoration crossed her. Her ashen desaturation melted away, and the glare of her eyes faded. She slumped down like a puppet cut from its strings, practically falling on the Nopon she’d been about to kill. Tora wrapped his wings around her, and when she stirred a moment later, Poppi hugged him back. They exchanged no words, though the tears well up in Tora’s round, black eyes said a good deal.

After another handful of seconds, the two drew apart. Tora reached down to pick up his shield and replace it on his back, and after he stowed it Poppi handed him his wrench to tuck away. At about the same time the pair seemed to remember Mario, and in a hurry jogged over to Mario to help him up. They offered him one hand each, though Poppi looked more than a little sheepish, unable to look the plumber in the face. “Here, upsy-daisy!” Tora said, cheery despite his wounds.

Weakened, but undoubtedly alive, Mario weakly got up to his feet as he sobered himself back to reality. The battle seemed to have ended as quickly as it began, however it was a brutal one-sided smackdown that had rattled the plumber’s stout body. He hadn’t had taken such a beating in a very long while - perhaps not after fighting against that blasted newcomer, who had taken the form of a witch, back in the previous Smash tournament.

"D-Did-a-we win?" he asked stutteringly with a cough as he glanced over to see Tora and a now newly purified Poppi helping him out.

Safe to say that they had.

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Tora

Level 3 – (7/20) EXP
Location: Scrapyard – Endzone
Word Count: 769

If Tora had imagined that his team might have put its collective heads together and come up with a plan, he proved sorely mistaken. Spurred on by familiar faces and worrisome words, the others wasted no time in addressing the situation before them. Though Minako appeared to share his resolve, which came as a relief given what he'd seen of her capacity for despair, Roadhog came to the same conclusion he did with Hat Kid in an instant and began firing on his friend, the lanky weirdo with singed hair. Then again, one needed to fight them to be able to free them anyway, so Tora thought twice before dismissing the man as a bullheaded oaf. Regardless, his assault was negligible at this distance, turning Roadhog on the defensive immediately. A number of explosives flew through the air and bounced around all over, putting Ratchet's Bombuilder instantly to shame in terms of quantity.

One after another, the remaining heroes confronted their own kindred spirits. As he waddled forward to meet Poppi, making sure to give the couple of active battles a wide birth, Tora listened in on both the Courier and Michael. Their remarkable similar attempts to communicate resulted in nothing at all, especially any sort of enlightening information. Unlike some enemies Tora faced before, these weren't soldiers obeying orders or warriors with an agenda; that freakish white entity appeared to be pulling their strings them at a far more fundamental level. The thought of having his very mind altered made Tora shudder, though he composed himself as he drew near his own opponent.

At this range, Tora could better appreciate the harsh, sunset-red glare that had replaced the warm, cheery orange-brown of her eyes. His pride and joy stood before him, arms crossed, ready to repel anyone who tried to get past like some pint-sized club bouncer. While not given much time to think about it, the Nopon had envisioned a joyful reunion, hugs and tears aplenty. Instead, even though he was as round as ever, Tora felt absolutely deflated, no small part of which came from his knowledge of what his creation could do. Despite being aware of the fruitlessness of conversation, Tora couldn't find it in him to say nothing. “Hello, Poppi. Am glad to see you again,” he said after a moment, his tone listless. “Am sorry to have to do this.”

“Masterpon is not sorry yet,” she remarked, her tone far too off-handed for the threat her comment conveyed.

Tora swallowed, then took a deep breath. He held up his shield and dialed in his aim. Poppi looked on, unimpressed, until he pressed the trigger to send his last Boom Biter flying out of its center. It struck Poppi dead-on and exploded, smoke and dust making her vanish from sight. However, Tora did not let down his guard for one moment, and the next vindicated his caution. From the cloud Poppi burst forth, rockets blazing from her feet, closing the gap in an instant. Her fist cannoned into Tora's shield before he could even yelp in alarm. A thunderous crack rang out, followed by the Nopon's cry as he flew through the air, off the bridge and back into the scrapyard.

He smacked into a block from the fallen tower, hung there stuck for a moment, then slid down. “Oooogh...” he groaned. “Poppi super-strength even more than expected.” As he got to his feet, he saw the artificial blade zooming in for another attack. Tora shoved his shield's front into the ground. Its drill extended at the press of a button, and since it couldn't penetrate the ground, it popped Tora up instead. The Nopon flew up not a moment too soon; Poppi shot below him, her flying punch annihilating the wooden block instead. As the struggled to halt her momentum among the splinters, Tora landed behind her. “Spinning Cutter!” he cried as he whirled around in place, striking again and again with the edge of his shield. With the last spin, he opted to end with an overhead slam, planting the edge into the ground for defense. “Rigid Shie-ACK!”

Poppi turned on him with a brutal backfist, striking Tora's shield yet again. The force sent him skidding backward, its bottom digging up dirt. He sized her up as best he could while coming to a stop, noting no apparent damage from the shield bashes. “Oh, meh...” he grumbled. With high defense all around, this would be a battle of attrition as painstaking as it was perilous. With a heavy heart Tora watched her begin to walk towards him, and prepared himself once again.

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Since we've reached a point where complex characters are appearing under the influence, the OP has been updated with some information about Galeem's influence. Check it out if you're planning to portray someone under it in your post!

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Hey I’m so sorry for the delay, college has really been kicking my ass but I’m back now. I’ll get read up and get a post soon. Again I apologize

@CAWs For Alarm

No problem! Just glad to have you with us.

Capes of Denver: A Worm RP

The Margrave knew a call to action when he heard one, and along with the other Wards hastened away from the betrayer's bedside. On the way the team encountered Protean, to whom the Margrave -in his distraction- paid little attention to until his presence caused the group he flowed along with to grind to a halt. Bewildered, he caught the tail end of what the Cape told them before taking a blast of force that sent him flying. Another traitor!? he concluded, disbelieving, after smacking against the floor. Unlike Collin, this could prove troublesome. Protean was renowned for his adaptability, able to change himself to accommodate and then master any situation. Even so, however, the Margrave felt no urge to sacrifice his pride and flee as he stood up. Neither did the others seem to. Today, it would appear, they'd be taking down a local legend.

Protean could attack in many forms, but could he attack on many fronts? Resolving to see how thin the team could spread him out, the Margrave prepared himself. He was not afraid. Well, he was afraid of pain, but not of the ultimate consequences. Either justice prevailed or his misery came to an end. Tulpa spawned a new, intriguing manifestation to buy her team time to get ready and hopefully wear Protean down, which suited the Margrave well enough. Tigerlily sought an exit, no doubt to take the fight elsewhere and make space for her ability, but her hug-victim new that a solution to that issue would not be forthcoming. “The vagrant won't cede to us a battlefield where we have any advantage,” he said in a low voice as he pulled a toy from his pocket. “We must pressure him here. If you retreat, do so to come at him from another angle.” With a pop, the piece of plastic in his hand turned into a MAC-10 submachine gun.

Ready to rumble, he rushed to separate himself from the Wards as far as the interior would allow, trying to put a light between him that neither the projection nor Mastar would cross. Once satisfied, he let of bursts of automatic fire. Unless Protean possessed up-to-date knowledge of the Margrave's arsenal, he might not be aware that the bullets headed his way were rubber and put more effort into defending himself from them than he should. If not, or if he took enough of them to put two and two together, he might write off the Margrave as a non-threat—a mistake made far too often around here. They could still distract him, and if he made no attempt to defend himself, put out an eye if the Wards were lucky. Combined with Messiah's own attacks, his efforts would surely bear some fruit.

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@Lugubrious Hey, should I have Blazermate learn Engineer weapon effects when she learns how to make all the buildings? Like the Eurika Effect, Rescue Ranger, Wrangler, and the like?

@Archmage MC

Those effects are characteristic to those weapons; she would need to get additional equipment to be able to do that. However, in a future level up, instead of a new Power you could apply for a new Strength called, say, Engineering Mastery, which gives her Dell's mechanical knowledge, with which she can make those weapons herself.

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Big Announcement

If any of you would like to join my new Discord server, which will remain largely RP-centric and no-nonsense but allow for community and easy communication, shoot me a PM and I'll give you an invite. It is not at all intended to replace the OOC.