THE WARRIOR
Scandal
You run, run, run away
It's your heart that you betray
Feeding on your hungry eyes
I bet you're not so civilized
Well isn't love primitive
A wild gift that you wanna give
Break out of captivity
And follow me stereo jungle child
Love is the kill
Your heart's still wild
Shooting at the walls of heartache
Bang, bang
I am the warrior
Well I am the warrior
And heart to heart you'll win
If you survive the warrior, the warrior
You talk, talk, you talk too me
Your eyes touch me physically
Stay with me we'll take the night
As passion takes another bite, oh
Who's the hunter, who's the game
I feel the beat call your name
I hold you close in victory
I don't wanna tame your animal style
You won't be caged in the call of the wild
Shooting at the walls of heartache
Bang, bang
I am the warrior
Well I am the warrior
And heart to heart you'll win
If you survive the warrior, the warrior
I am the warrior
Shooting at the walls of heartache
Bang, bang
I am the warrior
And heart to heart you'll win
If you survive the warrior, the warrior
***********
Power: Lets Doug mimic the powers of any 1 Warrior with which he's worked.
Downsides: first, this temporarily turns _off_ his normal abilities (enhanced strength and reflexes, his improbabilty field, ect), though these may be compensated for depending on who he's copying. Second, doesn't seem to work if he tries copying Hexe. Third, he takes on the appearance of said warrior as well.
Doug in a feminine voice: "I know I've said I would like to be closer to Silverbolt, but this is ridiculous."__________________
"I know when I'm not wanted. I usually don't listen, but I know." - Harper (Andromeda)
___________________________
"I've always wanted to be somebody, but I should have been more specific." - George Carlin

Over in the Angel Baby forum, thewre was a discusison of the Unit-01 bicycle, which Kokuten warned would make Transgendered Shinji cry because it didn't jiggle, and then mentioned the Angel-XX figurines that turn some of the Eva shito into costume-and-hair variations on Rei - then Valles mentioned that there was a good alt-uni in there somehwre, and and Wengfook told him to spawn less bunnies, and EML said "Apocalyptic harem H-anime! If Shinji doesn't pick the right Angel from among the choir that've suddenly descended on him, the world will end... Meanwhile, the redhead next door is torn between giving the poor boy a savage beating, or a savage... well. Never mind," to which I replied "You forgot to mention that ALL the angels must be, er, defeated? Conquered? You know what I mean - before he makes the choice."
Foxboy had positive feeling, but negative motivation, and Bob asked that further discussion be moved here but also thoguht it might be worth a read if someone wrote it.
Oh, the links:
the bike
Transgendered Shinji
Angel-XX
So, details! Details! Are there Evas involved? If so, I'd picture them as more like Kos-Mos from Xenosaga, artificial partner-units to help a human deal with ... battling ... a demanding angel, and definitely DROP the whole Mother-Inside logo sticker as a little too squicksome. Alternately, it could be that the Angels still initially appear as giant beings but shrink to human proportions after thair initial... defeat. This would also alllow for a giantism-fetish episode, where Shinji & Co. have to find a way to ... handle ... one of the angels without the aid of their giant toys. Transgendered Shinji appears in the obligatory Eva dream sequences, because the Evas are after all female, and the fact that they have Progressive Strap-Ons doesn't change that he's merging his senses with a female body.
Heheheh... start things off like canon Eva, but at the point where Shinji would normally wake up to an unfamiliar ceiling, he wakes up to an unfamiliar feeling... then his eye twitches, and he groans, and spams, and then human-size Sachiel pops up from under the covers licking her fingers, with a cheery "Good morning, Hoshigi-sama!"
- CDSERVO: Loook *deeeeply* into my eyes... Tell me, what do you see?
CROW: (hypnotized) A twisted man who wants to inflict his pain upon others.
Dr. Akagi will recover. Observe, Rei smiled. Shinji-kun, are these your clothes?
Ritsuko shot up like a spring loaded meerkat. What? Shinji-kun is naked?
See, Anata? Dr. Hentai is alive and well. - Innortal's _I Do_
--
"Anko, what you do in your free time is your own choice. Use it wisely. And if you do not use it wisely, make sure you thoroughly enjoy whatever unwise thing you are doing." - HymnOfRagnorok as Orochimaru at SpaceBattles
woot Med. Eng., verb, 1st & 3rd pers. prsnt. sg. know, knows

I forgot to mention this last Friday, but I finally put a copy of Shayne's "IST Christmas 2005" up on the IST World page.
Just so folks know...

-- Bob
---------
For Jor-El so loved the Earth, he sent his only begotten son...

...a.k.a. "taking ruthless advantage of mondegreens."
The wind blows hard
Against this mountain side
Across the sea into my soul
It reaches into where
I cannot hide
Setting my feet upon the road
My heart is old it holds my memories
My body burns a gemlike flame
Somewhere between the soul
And soft machine
Is where I find myself again
Kyrie eleison down the road that I must travel
Kyrie eleison through the darkness of the night
Kyrie eleison where I'm going will you follow
Kyrie eleison on a highway in the light
When I was young I thought of growing old
Of what my life would mean to me
I have travelled down my chosen road
Or only wished what I could be
Kyrie eleison down the road that I must travel
Kyrie eleison through the darkness of the night
Kyrie eleison where i'm going will you follow
Kyrie eleison on a highway in the light
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh
oh oh oh oh
Kyrie eleison down the road that I must travel
Kyrie eleison through the darkness of the night
Kyrie eleison Kyrie eleison down the road that I must travel
Kyrie eleison through the darkness of the night
Kyrie eleison where i'm going will you follow
Kyrie eleison on a highway in the light
Kyrie eleison on a highway in the light
oh oh oh oh
the road i must follow
oh
the darkness of the night
oh
where i'm going will you follow
highway in the light
--Mr. Mister, Kyrie Eleison

...Gives Doug a high-powered, long-range laser rifle.
--Sam
"The streets will run RED with Santa!"

... because it's April 1st.
... because I'm back to DSL and spent the last hour waiting for DLs and trying to, ineffectually, write down more Incarna:ENR.
... because Mountain Dew.
... and coffee.
... and ord asking 'how far off target?'. Kami bless him with many Rider doujins.
... and because, while I may not be the best at bringing things to a close, I'm pretty confident in my ideas. And this requires only those.

So, the things I don't think I'll be putting into Split Daybreak unless I decide to make it more of a mess than the concept already is. In episodic format:

I love this song, even if I can't understand what's being said half of the time. Stream of consciousness, so Doug could possibly do anything with it when he heard it. But...there's a repeated line in the song that kept hitting me when I listened to it, and combined with the chorus, I thought it might give Doug a potentially very-useful power song.

It's The End Of The World As We Know It (And I Feel Fine)
R.E.M.
That's great, it starts with an earthquake, birds and snakes, an aeroplane -
Lenny Bruce is not afraid. Eye of a hurricane, listen to yourself churn -
world serves its own needs, regardless of your own needs. Feed it up a knock,
speed, grunt no, strength no. Ladder structure clatter with fear of height,
down height. Wire in a fire, represent the seven games in a government for
hire and a combat site. Left her, wasn't coming in a hurry with the furies
breathing down your neck. Team by team reporters baffled, trump, tethered
crop. Look at that low plane! Fine then. Uh oh, overflow, population,
common group, but it'll do. Save yourself, serve yourself. World serves its
own needs, listen to your heart bleed. Tell me with the rapture and the
reverent in the right - right. You vitriolic, patriotic, slam, fight, bright
light, feeling pretty psyched.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
Six o'clock - TV hour. Don't get caught in foreign tower. Slash and burn,
return, listen to yourself churn. Lock him in uniform and book burning,
blood letting. Every motive escalate. Automotive incinerate. Light a candle,
light a motive. Step down, step down. Watch a heel crush, crush. Uh oh,
this means no fear - cavalier. Renegade and steer clear! A tournament,
a tournament, a tournament of lies. Offer me solutions, offer me alternatives
and I decline.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.
The other night I tripped a nice continental drift divide. Mount St. Edelite.
Leonard Bernstein. Leonid Breshnev, Lenny Bruce and Lester Bangs.
Birthday party, cheesecake, jelly bean, boom! You symbiotic, patriotic,
slam, but neck, right? Right.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it.
It's the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine...fine...
(It's time I had some time alone)

The last line in the parentheses is the part that's repeated over and over in the song. So....
Effect: Doug is shifted partly out-of-phase with regards to the normal world, going invisible in the real world. He cannot move outside the area defined by his power's area of effect at the moment the power kicked in; it's as though there was a forcefield that he can't move past. Even as he's invisible to others in the normal world and can't interact with them, other creatures are invisible/intangible to him fo r the duration.
However, he CAN move around within the area of effect, which would let him escape immediate problems/set up ambushes, and so on. The song also exerts a healing power on Doug while he's under its effect. When the song ends, Doug is returned to the normal world, fully healed. If there is someone in the position he'd be returning to, he's shunted far enough to one side in a random direction to an open space.
Thoughts?
--Feinan

Well...maybe, maybe not. But it DOES make one hell of a distraction....
Comedy Tonight
(from A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The Forum)
Stephen Sondheim

Something familiar, something peculiar
Something for everyone: a comedy tonight
Something appealing, something appalling
Something for everyone: a comedy tonight
Nothing with kings, nothing with crowns
Bring on the lovers, liars and clowns
Old situations, new complications
Nothing portentous or polite
Tragedy tomorrow, comedy tonight

Something convulsive, something repulsive
Something for everyone: a comedy tonight
Something aesthetic, something frenetic
Something for everyone: a comedy tonight
Nothing with gods, nothing with fate
Weighty affairs will just have to wait
Nothing that's formal, nothing that's normal
No recitations to recite
Open up the curtain, comedy Tonight
Something familiar, something peculiar
Something for everybody: comedy tonight
Something that's gaudy, something that's bawdy
Something for everybawdy: comedy tonight
Nothing that's grim, nothing that's Greek
She plays Medea later this week
Stunning surprises, cunning disguises
Hundreds of actors out of sight
Pantaloons and tunics, courtesans and eunuchs
Funerals and chases, baritones and basses
Panderers, philanderers, cupidity, timidity
Mistakes, fakes, rhymes, crimes
Tumblers, grumblers, bumblers, fumblers

No royal curse, no Trojan horse
And a happy ending, of course
Goodness and badness, manifest madness
This time it all turns out all right
Tragedy tomorrow, comedy tonight
Effect: Everybody except Doug that's within Doug's field of effect is hit with uncontrollable laughter of the 'rolling on the ground laughing' intensity. Even after the song ends, most of those affected won't be able to do much for a few minutes, since they'll need time to recover/catch their breath.
Remember - tickling your opponent into submission is evil, but OH, so much fun...
--Feinan

I was listening to this song, and wondered if Doug might ever need to nullify his power for reason - perhaps to go undercover where a mage might be detected. Perhaps this would work?
American Pie
Don McLean
A long, long time ago...
I can still remember
How that music used to make me smile.
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And, maybe, theyd be happy for a while.
But February made me shiver
With every paper Id deliver.
Bad news on the doorstep;
I couldnt take one more step.
I cant remember if I cried
When I read about his widowed bride,
But something touched me deep inside
The day the music died.
So bye-bye, Miss American pie.
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, "thisll be the day that I die.
"thisll be the day that I die."
Did you write the book of love,
And do you have faith in God above,
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock n roll,
Can music save your mortal soul,
And can you teach me how to dance real slow?
Well, I know that youre in love with him
'cause I saw you dancin in the gym.
You both kicked off your shoes.
Man, I dig those rhythm and blues.
I was a lonely teenage broncin buck
With a pink carnation and a pickup truck,
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the music died.
I started singin,
"bye-bye, Miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, "thisll be the day that I die.
"thisll be the day that I die."
Now for ten years weve been on our own
And moss grows fat on a rollin stone,
But thats not how it used to be.
When the jester sang for the king and queen,
In a coat he borrowed from james dean
And a voice that came from you and me,
Oh, and while the king was looking down,
The jester stole his thorny crown.
The courtroom was adjourned;
No verdict was returned.
And while Lennon read a book of Marx,
The quartet practiced in the park,
And we sang dirges in the dark
The day the music died.
We were singing,
"bye-bye, Miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, "thisll be the day that I die.
"thisll be the day that I die."
Helter skelter in a summer swelter.
The birds flew off with a fallout shelter,
Eight miles high and falling fast.
It landed foul on the grass.
The players tried for a forward pass,
With the jester on the sidelines in a cast.
Now the half-time air was sweet perfume
While the sergeants played a marching tune.
We all got up to dance,
Oh, but we never got the chance!
'cause the players tried to take the field;
The marching band refused to yield.
Do you recall what was revealed
The day the music died?
We started singing,
"bye-bye, Miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, "thisll be the day that I die.
"thisll be the day that I die."
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
A generation lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: Jack be nimble, Jack be quick!
Jack Flash sat on a candlestick
Cause fire is the devils only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that Satans spell.
And as the flames climbed high into the night
To light the sacrificial rite,
I saw Satan laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing,
"bye-bye, Miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
And singin, "thisll be the day that I die.
"thisll be the day that I die."
I met a girl who sang the blues
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the sacred store
Where Id heard the music years before,
But the man there said the music wouldnt play.
And in the streets: the children screamed,
The lovers cried, and the poets dreamed.
But not a word was spoken;
The church bells all were broken.
And the three men I admire most:
The father, son, and the holy ghost,
They caught the last train for the coast
The day the music died.
And they were singing,
"bye-bye, Miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
And them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, "thisll be the day that I die.
"thisll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
"bye-bye, Miss American pie."
Drove my chevy to the levee,
But the levee was dry.
Them good old boys were drinkin whiskey and rye
Singin, "thisll be the day that I die."

Effect: Doug's magical powers - aura-sight, improbability field, node-use, and song-magic - are nullified for twenty-four hours.
Thoughts?
--Feinan

Not many people have heard of Jonathan Coultan, but thus far, everyone I know who's heard his stuff thinks it's great. Here are two songs that I think may grant interesting powers:
"Mendelbrot Set":
Pathological monsters! cried the terrified mathematician
Every one of them is a splinter in my eye
I hate the Peano Space and the Koch Curve
I fear the Cantor Ternary Set
And the Sierpinski Gasket makes me want to cry
And a million miles away a butterfly flapped its wings
On a cold November day a man named Benoit Mandelbrot was born
His disdain for pure mathematics and his unique geometrical insights
Left him well equipped to face those demons down
He saw that infinite complexity could be described by simple rules
He used his giant brain to turn the game around
And he looked below the storm and saw a vision in his head
A bulbous pointy form
He picked his pencil up and he wrote his secret down
Take a point called Z in the complex plane
Let Z1 be Z squared plus C
And Z2 is Z1 squared plus C
And Z3 is Z2 squared plus C and so on
If the series of Zs should always stay
Close to Z and never trend away
That point is in the Mandelbrot Set
Mandelbrot Set youre a Rorschach Test on fire
Youre a day-glo pterodactyl
Youre a heart-shaped box of springs and wire
Youre one badass fucking fractal
And youre just in time to save the day
Sweeping all our fears away
You can change the world in a tiny way
Mandelbrots in heaven, at least he will be when hes dead
Right now hes still alive and teaching math at Yale
He gave us order out of chaos, he gave us hope where there was none
And his geometry succeeds where others fail
If you ever lose your way, a butterfly will flap its wings
From a million miles away, a little miracle will come to take you home
Just take a point called Z in the complex plane
Let Z1 be Z squared plus C
And Z2 is Z1 squared plus C
And Z3 is Z2 squared plus C and so on
If the series of Zs should always stay
Close to Z and never trend away
That point is in the Mandelbrot Set
Mandelbrot Set youre a Rorschach Test on fire
Youre a day-glo pterodactyl
Youre a heart-shaped box of springs and wire
Youre one badass fucking fractal
And youre just in time to save the day
Sweeping all our fears away
You can change the world in a tiny way
And youre just in time to save the day
Sweeping all our fears away
You can change the world in a tiny way
Go on change the world in a tiny way
Come on change the world in a tiny way
Would probably give exceptional skill at mathematics with a specialization in chaos theory.
Also "I Crush Everything":
I lie below, you float above
In the pretty white ships that Ive been dreaming of
And Id like to swim beside you
Getting dizzy in your wake
Getting close enough to touch you
Getting brave enough to take you into my arms
And bring you down to be with me
But I cant do that thing anymore
I cant be the thing I was before
Maybe I am better off alone
Because I crush everything
And I crush everything
And I crush everything
My bodys strong, but my will is weak
I got pretty nice arms, but I hate my beak
And the dolphins are all phonies
They seem nice enough at first
They pretend to be your friends
Until they see you at your worst and then they leave you
Without a word they swim away
So I cant do that thing anymore
I cant be the thing I was before
Maybe I am better off alone
Because I crush everything
And I crush everything
And I crush everything
And everything I want I take
And everything I love I break
And every night I lie awake
Did the stars come out? Did the world spin round?
Does it matter that much when youre ten miles down?
And in the light that filters down
Into my giant yellow eye
I can see the sails unfolding
Stretching white against the sky and I forgive them
I forgive and I let go
Cause I cant do that thing anymore
I cant be the thing I was before
Maybe I am better off alone
Because I crush everything
And I crush everything
And I crush everything
And I crush everything
And I crush everything
And I crush everything
I lie below, you float above
In the pretty white ships that I am dreaming of

This would either summon a Kraken, or polymorph Doug into one. Though Doug doesn't have any other shapeshifting songs.
Jonathan Coultan's website has several of his songs for free download, and most of them can be sampled.
www.jonathancoulton.com/
My personal recommendation is "Skullcrusher Mountain".
"Not this again!" Minerva said. "Albus, it was You-Know-Who, not you, who marked Harry as his equal. There is no possible way that the prophecy could be talking about you!" - Harry Potter and the Method of Rationality, Chapter 84

The EVA-01 bike!
No, really.
-Rob Kelk
--
Rob Kelk
"Governments have no right to question the loyalty of those who oppose
them. Adversaries remain citizens of the same state, common subjects of
the same sovereign, servants of the same law."

- Michael Ignatieff, addressing Stanford University in 2012