New Beginning

[Myself]

Well, if you want to start your own team, here you go:
*Uses Friendly Power Gifting to give Greenday Power Sharing, Pack Invulnerability and Reincarnation 5: Soul Link (mimicked through Author Power Mimicry).*

[Myself]

[GreenDay]

I don't exactly want to start my own team, I would just not attack anyone on your team, or Neo, and would give you both stuff. I would still fight other people. Although, thanks for the powers

[jester_of_god]

how? look up quasar size, I'm not really sure about the correct dimensions of the pulse.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

 fair enough, nice to have you.

[GreenDay]

Thanks, I'll give you an extra super weapon.

[GreenDay]

Do you mean the size of an actual quasar, or the size of it's jet of energy?

[Celadon's Penultimate]

hm...either sounds pretty stinkin' powerful. I'm thinking it's time to think of a new strategy.

[Myself]

I use Personal Realm to send the blast of energy to a safe location.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

(have you read the RP? I think you'd like it. I just added new stuff, too. I know I'm self-promoting in the wrong place, but nobody seems to go there on their own anymore...)

[GreenDay]

I do, a lot.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

do you like what you read?

[Myself]

I generate an obsession in the crowds around me to recite the names of my battle-based powers. I multiply, doing the same in every major city in the world, to help protect the civilians from Spydyr's attacks. Meanwhile, I sit back in my realm, after completing the boring part of being a tyrannical dictator with the omni's (because it's my realm).

[GreenDay]

Yes, very much. I've read the entire RP so far.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

I'm adding to it little by little, but I think it'll turn out good when it's finished. What's your favorite part so far?

[Celadon's Penultimate]

@Myself: I thought you were following me...

Meh, anyways, I continue walking around looking for intuitive aptitude people and others who could help spread the chaos more than it could already be spread. Power Bestowers, Power Thieves, Power Amplifiers, all on my list of targets, if their intentions are bad.

I soon catch the scent of some comic-book geeks and a various assortment of other nerds in love with the List for all the wrong reasons. They seem to be enacting D&D in real life, "casting spells" with their abilities, and wreaking havoc in the park (where Spydyr aka Spylar had just been).

"I summon Fenrisulfr!" One cries out in dorkish delight, right before turning around and seeing me, the terror of which negates his summon ability.

"Nope, not Fenrisulfr. But close. I am Shadowulf. Have we met before?."

"Only in my wildest fantasies, Mr. Wulf!" the head dork cries, "Are you a Wolf God, come to help us finish exacting revenge on the imbecile jocks who so tormented us before the Gifting?"

"The Gifting?" I scoff, "Is THAT what you call this mass power-bestowal?"

"Well, of course, Wulf-Sire. These abilities are obviously gifts from unseen gods, from unknown parts, worlds of beauty and splendor untold..."

I roll my eyes.

"Well, sorry to disappoint you, nerdlies, but I'm no god. Just a Wulf. A Shadowulf to be precise. And there's only one of me, far as I know. I'm not here to help you exact any revenge, and in fact, I'm here to take you down..."

The nerds all look at one another, and then their faces of amazement and admiration turn to a simultaneous glare of geeky wrath.

"If the Wulf-god despises us, then we despise him as well, and seek to destroy all he holds dear!" The head nerd cries, to rally his fellow nerd-kin, "Charge!"

As they immediately begin to "cast Aura of Enfeeblement" and "Cloud of Cold" and other such nonsense, I look down in the utmost boredom, until their finally look up at my lupine face and see that I am as yet unfazed.

"Done yet?" I ask, doing my best not to yawn in their faces.

"Uh..." the group replies simultaneously.

"Good," I respond, a smile growing, "Because now, I have a counter. Virals!" I call out to the numerous sick half-undead beings that stagger behind me, a couple dozen yards away.

The nerds look on in paralyzed fear, unable to move, because I've immobilized them.

"What are you going to do to us? Add us to your legion of undead?" The head nerd quakes, terrified.

"No," I smile deviously, "Worse. I'm gonna add you to my legion of the ALMOST-dead. You'll not only be under my complete and total control, you'll remain ill indefinitely, and only be able to use your abilities when my command calls for it."

"Cool!" One of the lesser nerds call out excitedly, "I get to be a part of a group!"

"Shut up, TODD!" the head nerd calls out, frustrated.

However, his attention is soon regained by the impending pseudo-zombie attack. They move incredibly slow, so I get to enjoy it for a while as they slowly but surely encroach upon the fifteen nerdlies, to make them one of their own...

[jester_of_god]

hmm, how did I miss adding these loosers to my marble collection...oh well, by the way shadowolf, I'm not really sure, but your starting to sound a bit evil with your giant army of the terminally ill.

[Celadon's Penultimate]

No...like I said, "Scary, but for a good cause"; the evil will be converted into my minions, and if I perceive that they are too evil to be rehabilitated into normal, powerless people again (which I will do when I collect as many as I can), then they will be banished to either Delirium, Demens, Dis or Vas Erebus (depending on the severity of their crimes, intentions and potential for evil)

I'm not evil. I'm just scary.

[jester_of_god]

Why don't I just let you borrow a spinning trigger toy?

[Celadon's Penultimate]

no thanx, you got your way, I got mine. I'd much prefer a massive pseudo-army of the nearly-dead, who can convert more and more and more, until I finally either convert them all back into normal powerless humans, banish the baddies to the various Prison Realms and/or jaunt them into Myself's Realm to be slain with all the other entertainment zombies.