The Good, The Bad and The Spandex: Discussion Thread

Ohh, definitely, send me musical suggestions and/or links everybody!

Heh, well, this could be a good time to bring out Julian for her début... Xy's going back to her apartment anyway, so I'm all hands raised!

Yes.

The Editors
Illuminati confirmed

Summary: A pan-sapient, secretive and galactic organization tasked with the responsibility to up-keep the general smooth workings of the quantum foam, the cosmic firmament, the fabric of space-time, what-have-you. They're the time cops, the agents of fate, the technicians to the underlying mechanics of everything, the troubleshooters to universal forces. They're not in a very good position right now.

The chronicles of the Editors indicate to them that, once, they were a pan-galactic organization. They may very well still be, with far-away colleagues stretched to the very edges of the universe. However, some ancient conflict beyond reckoning somehow cut-off and isolated this galaxy from the rest of the universe (See, Dance Dance Rebel). The branch in relative here has operated independently from whatever higher-ups they had from time immemorial, and has stewarded this galaxy since.

However, something happened. Something relatively recent. Some threat came to this galaxy. Something so great is threatened not just the lives of those who live among these stars, but local fabric of space-time. It had united nearly the entire galaxy against a common foe, but now nearly no one remembers. Those few that do cannot recall what it was.

The senior echelon of the Editors, they responded to this something with something else. Whatever that was, it cost them their lives and the lives of many of their subordinates. Whatever that was, it completely erased the threat from memory and causality. All that remains is a small fraction of the organization, its most junior members. They cannot tell if this complete erasure of the threat was a side-effect of whatever their elders did or a necessity.

The Editors are now scrambling to fill the holes in their defenses, restock their arsenal and refill their ranks. Problematically, the Editors are extremely reclusive and secretive, refusing to turn to outside help for fear of revealing their secrets, for These Are Things Others Were Not Meant to Know. Problematically, the Editors' primary arsenal was secrets and so many of those secrets were lost with the senior echelon. Problematically, the organization is extremely exclusive, as only those destined by fate to join it may do so at all.

An Editor comes armed with secrets. He may have access to strange and eclectic weapons, likely never seen by anyone else. He may have been given bizarre powers that do things in ways most other people do not expects. He may have knowledge of the most eldritch arts and sciences, things that might disobey the closely held rules and laws that other mages and sages hold to be true. He is a master of disguise; not just by means of make-up or holograms, but by hanging bits an pieces of a conceptual identity made manifest on his person. He will rarely approach a problem from the front, or even the back, but sideways, obliquely, in a matter that is obtuse to anyone else but perfect and efficient to him.

The upper echelons of the Galactic Commune are aware of them, as is TALOS in a vague fashion. At least one Editor is stationed here on Earth. The oracular devises of the organization indicate that this planet will be of some importance at some point or points. They cannot determine what exactly, as the secrets of properly operating the power to see into the myriad futures died with their elders. They're flying blind on this one, and they don't like it.

edited 4th Oct '16 11:56:47 AM by God_of_Awesome

Hmm. Kind of a vague concept (but intentionally so.) I does fit in with what we already have though, and besides every major universe needs its Time Lord equivalents. So approved. (though more details or characters would be welcome, from anyone.)

I drew a reference of Axel. In colour!

Some Other Titans

The Asura: She is the Narrative of life without restraint, to dance and love and kill without regret or stopping for second thoughts. Her setting is a place without sound, for she abhors loud noises. Her cast of component souls do not share her love of silence and constantly break free of her to roam the galaxy, especially her lead, The Hurricane Of Screams. Her iconic self is a deafening silence that leaves the quiet of the grave behind where she roams. When she was free to roam the cosmos, she drove entire planets mad with inhibition until she left dead worlds in her wake. The surviving planets within her favorite stomping grounds, from before the Surrender Oaths, are still places of uproarious cacophony and noise. The ancestral fear still drives the inhabitants to ward her away.

The Bodhisattva: The Narrative of infinite restraint, self-reflection and perfection. His iconic self is an overwhelming emptiness, one that crushed worlds with existential dread when he roamed free. The Asura's icon often invades his setting to whirl about him. She is enamored by his yawning silence and her unfettered self is among the few being he considers to have come close to his enlightenment. His cast of souls still wander the cosmos, on the occasion they manage to meditate their way out of his setting, their emanation each offering their own brand of perfection and self-fulfillment.

The Impossibility: The Narrative of the non-story, of everything that is not. It is said that when the Creator blew back the Dark Before and put stable reality in its place, there was Impossibility. He had been waiting within a universe that had not yet existed for a very long time. When the great heroes from before put down the Abomination and forced the Surrender Oaths on the remaining titans, they determined that circumventing the oaths would be impossible. They then looked upon Impossibility and had a moment of quiet contemplation. They had Kagazabi tie Impossibility into a Mobius Strip, turning him in upon himself and binding himself inside his own power. Things that cannot be his cast of souls have been known to wriggle their way back into the universe.

Kinda Hinduistic, which may be a problem for some people (not me) who think referencing other religions is offensive. But the fact *is* that Hinduism included concepts surprisingly close to scientific theory, such as the universe being billions of year old, or Creation/Conservation/ Destruction and Order vs Chaos being natural cycles. (note also that the Yugas- the periods of Chaos/Order dominance- are canon in the DC Universe)

Anyway approved unless someone has something to say about it?

The Black Flamingo (supervillain bar)

Seemingly a somewhat classy, retro-type bar, the Flamingo is kind of a cross between psycho/rockabilly, neo-swing, those sort of revival genres. Plenty of musical acts, even the occasional cabaret type event. It is run by an essentially neutral player in terms of Easton, but one who tends to help the criminals and villains- just not directly involved. Mafioso-types, villains, and mercenaries use it to plan, put out jobs or hits, that sort of thing.

The owner, Benny, is a retired supervillain; he might be more involved in the merc side of things, acting as a middleman from organizing things to offering some protection for certain mercs and villains he trusts when things get too hot. Nothing would really prevent regular folks and even heroes from entering - but it's status as essentially a villain bar is unknown. It is, however, known to be rough on newcomers and with easily angered bouncers.

(Created by Lt.B Gob with a little help from Sijo)

edited 5th Oct '16 6:20:25 PM by Sijo

The Children Of Damned Enlightenment

Melancholy's terrorist cult. They are bounden together by a philosophy that the world has already tipped past the point of no return in terms of sheer horendous evil and the only thing left to do is send it careening further and further into darkness towards some nebulous end. Different sects and cells believe in different outcomes. Some fantasize that great enough evil will usher in the Apocalypse and finally put an end to all of the suffering. Some believe that by teaching souls the true meaning of suffering, they will realize the lies of happiness, shake of the shackles of reincarnation and attain nirvana. Some hope that, though present society will be destroyed, a newer, stronger one will rise in its place, but the old must die screaming. Some think this is just what the world deserves, they don't need any goal to justify their actions.

Their is no evil too great or small, petty or personal, for them to commit. Orchestrating mass killings and manipulating a single man's life into ruin, poisoning an entire culture into toxic thought and tempting a select few with callous sin. If they can make sure that whatever suffering they cause ripples outwards, tormenting others with the consequences, the better. To this end, they go in for a lot of frame jobs, cells cloaking themselves as completely different groups with entirely different motivations. They divide people, blaming one another for attrocities and retaliating in kind.

Melancholy and his Children are funded by a group of mysterious backers referred to as the Asuras. They are a silent and unfettered bunch that orbit around Melancholy's enlightened self, so the name came to him in a stroke of sudden insight. They are special interests who profit in different ways from the reactions to the Childrens' work. They do not command Melancholy though, but they think he is easily manipulated. He enjoys listening to their suggestions, and finds such inspiration to his next attrocities. Under their guidance, he stepped up the false-flag operations, making sure the right groups or movements were pinned for his crimes.

edited 7th Dec '16 6:11:26 PM by God_of_Awesome

I just had a thought, we have a bunch of science and science related characters. What if there was some big science convention for them all?

Cool, maybe get the Mads involved.

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Even More Titans

The Juggernaut: The Narrative of movement, of journeys, of exiles and returning home and the crumbling of all these petty walls that would stand in your home, the unstoppable force. He is derided as a poor-man's Monster. Indeed, of what records remain of the time before their interment, kept by the most continuous cultures of the galaxy's oldest races, state that the Monster's coming would spell doom for an entire world. Only the strongest remained, and those became mad revenants, scourges upon the rest of the galaxy. The Juggernaut, when he came in his iconic self, would crash through a city or a continent even, or perhaps through a planet core, leaving a gaping hole where he went, in the worst cases. He was never as much of a scourge. It is written, in these old records, however, that where the Juggernaut ran, the Monster stepped aside. Like the Monster, the Juggernaut has no setting of his own. In his exile, he must rampage across the settings of his kin instead. Unlike the Monster, and more like the rest of his kin, he has a cast of souls that run and move with him. All save one; his lead, the Obelisk That Stood, the immovable object that Juggernaut's story defines himself against.

The Behemoth: The Narrative of size and immensity, of giants and cyclopean scale, of enormous beasts that quake the ground where they walk, of grand things beyond scope. He too is derided as a poor-man's Monster, or the love-child of the Monster and the Mutation. Unique among his kin is that he lacked a clear delineation between his setting and his iconic self. He was so big, he was his own infinitely expansive setting. The closest to a focused self is an infinitely tall mountain in the exact center of its infinitely expansive setting. At the top of a peak that can never be reached lurks the Behemoth's lead, the Mammoth Eater. When that one unfurls himself, his wide appendages blout out the Behemoth's sky.

The Lawmaker: The Narrative of rules and their enforcement, legistlation and the policing body that made them real. In a time long ago, she was the fair judge of the Titans, the impartial arbitor that decided arguments between her kin. During the long ago war that saw the Abomination made, her lead soul was well and truly killed. She did not die, but was irrevocably changed when a new lead took her place. The Mad King, the Monanarchist, allows no judgement but her own, handing out hyprocritical and contradictory edicts. Under her rule, the Lawmaker's setting has become a desolate wasteland, a feared tyranny that lashes its citizenry for rules they cannot even understand. It is illegal for the lower ranked extras to gaze upon the color yellow, for example, and the long list of rules is, in fact, written in yellow ink on white paper, so even the higher ranked cast has to squint to see it. Still, on occasion, the Mad King is summoned to this reality for her ability to enforce rules. Her saner siblings down the ranks are usually summoned first, for their ability to make functioning legislation, but, for those who rely upon Titanic power, she's the one to make those laws happen.

The Lawabider: The Narrative of obedience, fillial respect, of heirarchy. She is the lackey to the King, whoever that king might be. She has a deep emnity for the Lawmaker, a rivalry that has become outright hatred since the Mad King's rise. The Lawabider never cared to obey anyone but whomever was in charge, and Lawmaker, as she is now, make a mockery of the chain of command. Her seemingly angelic extras are oft considered perfect summons from those who know how to command Titanic power, for they are minions to the core. A common trait is that they heap praises upon their master and believe that whomever they work for must be in the moral right. The Perfect Princess Heir, the Lawabider's lead, is this absolutely taken up to 11.

Oh I just recalled a concept I haven't used yet.

Based on the Institute of Fallout 4, the Rossum Institute of the future, a organization dedicated to bringing about their own retro-future utopia.

Why hasn't anyone posted on a while?

Hm, can Amethyst drop by? Like, he saw Warlock running from a dog, came in to see what the hub-bub was about.

I think a bunch of people are waiting for a time-skip or other posts?

I have no idea what to do with my 4 characters.

Start a barbershop quartet?

One of them should be fat. I mean, Orca fat.

I fail to see how I could make a barbershop quartet out of them.

Axel and Charles maybe would do it.

Virgil loves Jazz and swing too much to do anything else.

And the Mechanic is basically a non-dimension hopping Rick.

Re: Dragoknight's Aura, "The Abyss Manifest": To reiterate, Dragoknight unwillfully exudes an aura of menace, malice and malevolence, or, in short, an aura of evil. It gives his every action a sinister undertone but, like many glamours, it falls apart once you know the truth. This is why the beginning of Dragoknight's superhero career was a comedy of misunderstandings, as everyone kept mistaking him for a supervillain.

Those with no prior experience with Dragoknight are given an urge to assume the worst of him. After a while of seeing him in action, that opinion may shift to believing he is some sort of Noble Demon or an example of Affably Evil or Even Evil Has Standards. By this point, the aura's grip has already begun to weaken. Those who get to know him find out what kind of man he really is and the aura's grip is broken entirely, unable to breach the bulwark of truth now set into their minds.

Now for those who have heard of him by reputation, they have a leg-up on matters. They may begin interaction with him in a position of wariness. Once action gives credence to rumor, the aura falls away quickly.

This doesn't as much apply to those Dragoknight actually opposes, like villains. To that crowd, it may take a lot longer to realize Dragoknight is on the side of angels and not the devil made manifest, come to reap the sinners. And that's just for the most observant or mentally inured of the lot. Dragoknight banks on this reputation, or just his aura alone, to deescalate situations non-violently, intimidating foes into compliance.

I think people are waiting for the next events to begin properly before posting more.

For the record:

-The incident at Base Beta is still, technically, unresolved; I'm waiting for Twelve to post his attack on the base. Otherwise I'll handwave it away.

-I'm setting up the Musical Episode with The Belladonnas; that's coming very soon.

-For those whom music is not their thing, I am indeed going to set the 'science' characters with/against each other.

edited 6th Oct '16 5:30:54 PM by Sijo

Sorry, Dragon Man, got caught up and never really had the time to post. Apologies!

Addressing Issues:

A few things I forgot to address:

-We never decided if The Greys are official or not. I'm still inclined to accept them, anybody else got a problem with them? Last chance to discuss.

-must add The Editors to the Other Ideas List.

-Other Titans: approved but I'm going to need a name for the link. The Creation Trinity perhaps?

-Black Flamingo: approved unless someone wants to add anything?

-The Children Of Dark Enlightenment- while I'm OK with the concept, aren't they basically minions for Melancholy? They need to stand out on their for some reason to deserve their own entry.

-even more Titans: Same problem as above- too many beings that need individual entries so I can link them separately.

On other news, another story post re: The Musical is coming very soon.

And trying to type while a kitten climbs over your body is hard.

edited 7th Oct '16 5:10:25 PM by Sijo

I'm still Eh about the Greys but I hate shooting down people's ideas when I produce so many of my own.