Kaede Kimura

Shadowborne Muirne's reading was interrupted by the sounds of curious people, something her time in Freedom had taught her was always suspicious. Like when toddlers get quiet, if a Freedom City native goes 'what's that?' there was almost certainly trouble not far behind. She padded over to the window, looking out to see the small fae surrounded by people. In an instant her heart nearly stopped. The key drew focus at first. The Schattenwelt wasn't widely known, but almost always those who dealt with it were villains. The ever infamous Nacht-Krieger being the first imagining of anyone familiar. But then her focus expanded to the Bwbachod, intellectually she knew it was not likely to harm her but memories of fairy tales and of Dougal bubbled to the fore, causing her heart to hammer in her chest. She had to step in, before something upset the small fae enough to actually put someone in harms way. Then why are you just standing here? Do something. I'm trying. If you can't do it, let me. The world doesn't stop because you're scared. Swallowing thickly, Muirne forced her legs to move. She tried to slow her breathing even as her shaking hands grasped the door, pushing it open just enough for the small fae and calling out. "Bwbachod, þú willa beo geborgen heonan¹!" ¹Bwbachod, you will be safe here

GM The demon looked mildly put out at Pitch's comment about tricking then into thinking there were no traps. He stands there for a moment scratching at his chin in confusion, but the instant she asks about the 'new Mistress' he breaks into a big smile. It dies quickly as she continues however. "Nuh uh, you heroes will be bowing before the might of of Lady Malagara Reborn!" He looks between the heroes as they start discussing whether the room is trapped a look of consternation upon his face. Featherweight looked between the increasingly confused demon and the other heroes, before palming a brick from nowhere, "We could always test if there's any traps?" Betsy cut in before the demon seemed I have time to process the heroine's suggestion, drawing the fiend's attention. His near constant consternation fades as Betsy explains her scheme, intrigue and glee upon his face in equal measure. "Ooh, gambling! That sounds fun! What do you get if you win?" Featherweight for her part just grumbles under her breath, "Some aspirin if this ends up to be the standard of this place."

The Dreamer The Dreamer listened to him speak of the trouble separating dream from reality with a sympathetic look. Even if this man was but a dream himself, it was a struggle she knew well. Then he questioned her name, and he lineage. It seemed a frustratingly common theme for people with no reason to know if he family to recognize it's name, and today was no different. "I am Adrianna Liddel of the Liddel family, native to England. My father was Hadrian Liddel, but if my suspicion is correct you would be more familiar with my great great great great grandmother, Alice Liddel. Correct?"

Blue Bolt Vueriz glared after the Sharkmen as they fled, fury bubbling in her stomach. Part of her wanted to zoom off after them, blasting them with her particle cannons until they surrendered. But she had to stop the ship. Zooming over to the cabin she lit up her boards particle blades to create enough light. She quickly opened the panel that let her access the wiring for the controls and took a moment to curse humans for making so many wires black. What reasonable species doesn't colour code wires? Still, she wasn't considered a super genius for nothing, and made quick work of the cables connected to the thrust lever, inverting their inputs so that the ship went into full reverse. With a relieved sigh she padded out from the control room to Michael. "I've done it. How are you feeling? And have you seen Torpedo Lass?"

Gaw damn a 1d20+8 = 28 nat 20 for Initiative. And a 1d20+6 = 16 on Will, not as bad as KCIII, but still affected

The Dreamer The Dreamer sighed with relief as Devon scooped the girl up, although her concern grew as the Holes grew in number. Fortunately, it seemed that Rex had a plan, she just had to get to him. Responding even before she consciously called, the Dream Angel swooped over to her with a beatific smile. She was scooped up in it's arms and quickly ferried over to the group where she quickly grabbed onto Rex's arm. The feeling of breaching between universes through Rex's power was novel, in a thoroughly unpleasant fashion. For a long moment she worried if she was going to fall as soon as they arrived back on Earth, but the Angel caught her again. She turned to face it, where it smiled again. She nodded gratefully, even as she was dreaming herself a new wheelchair. "Thank you." She said as the Dream lowered her into the chair, it simply nodded before fading out. She turned back to the group as Devon started checking on the girl, while the Dream Raven was asking questions. "Given the entities were present on the other side of the portal, could her home dimension have been invaded by something capable of breaching into Z-Space? Or perhaps the attackers were native to Z-Space and breached into her universe?" The Dreamer's mind was filled with memories of Omegadrones descending on London. She blinked away tears as she focused on the other members of the Academy. "Is our world in danger?"

Shooting Star Alice gave Golden Star an encouraging pat on the back at his thanks. She genuinely meant it when she had said he had done well. She too shrugged helplessly at the question of who the owner of the axe was, chuckling as Golden Star mentioned that it was probably expensive to hire super mercenaries. "I dunno, given how many supers there are in Freedom I'm sure the wages for mercs have been pushed down due to competition. Pretty sure there are more of them than supermarket cashiers." Officer Morris grinned slightly, "It gets pretty expensive once you get past the supers whose power is to be strong enough to tear a phone book in half." He shook his head amusedly. "Well, we'll get a couple pictures of the axe. You can feel free to strike heroic poses with it, chances are we'll have the proper owner turning up within a quarter hour of the pictures entering our systems. Somehow they always know."

Harlequin Harlequin's grin was triumphant as OD slumped unconscious before him, releasing his focus on the shadows so that they did not continue to harm the villain. He turned easily to face Probab-Lynn even as his chest throbbed. Jingling a shrug he spoke up, "<I have heard it said that a bird in ones hand is better than two in the bush, the big man was a capable opponent when shove came to push. If you had pursued and we not subdued then our opponents may have left this locale nude.>" He did have to concur with Were-Jack's comment about them making a good team. Perhaps in the future he might ask them to assist in his heroic endeavours. His train of thought was derailed as Jack suddenly enquired after his human self. His instinct, as it always was, was to deflect, say that he had run off or that they should look for him. But he didn't want to. Alden was supposed to be honest, and was going to be Lynn's schoolmate. Hiding his identity at this juncture would do him no favours. He focused on his Glamour, white makeup and jesters outfit fading to pink human skin and clothing. He looked upon the scorch mark with annoyance, before shifting the disguise to cover it. "<I am pleased to confirm my safety, and most grateful to hear your concern for it, Jack.>"

Yeah Vueriz is gonna let them go so she can focus on stopping the ship. Disable Device go! 1d20+21 = 39, that's a really good roll!

Shadowborne Muirne had awoken in the way that she had for most of her life, with the dawn. She had a light breakfast before throwing herself into her training at the Young Guardian's Mansion- Spear drills, running practice, acrobatics, power usage and more. Aoife made running commentary to spot things that could be done better or had worked particularly well. She stopped for lunch, before having a quick shower and departing the Mansion to her job that she'd picked up part time, manning the front desk of a book store. She had a pair of blue jeans on, a white button down shirt and dark red jersey. She didn't really need to work, given she could stay permanently at the Young Guardian's Mansion or in England with the Vanguard, but she liked the owners of the store and figured having some money off her own couldn't hurt. There were a handful of customers, but none needed her at the moment, so she was reading. At the moment she was working her way through a copy of Beowulf with the Old and Modern English displayed on seperate pages, enjoying the chance to read in her native tongue, even if it was a slightly different dialect.

The Dreamer The Dreamer looked around the newly revealed room, wincing sympathetically as she saw the guard. She turned back to Moyd as he started speaking. Courteous was more than good enough, given how rude a great deal of her opponents had been since her arrival in this world. She responded with a small bow and flourishing of her skirt, as close to a curtsy as she could manage in her chair. "I am The Dreamer, Adrianna Liddel. I must ask, are you aware of what is happening at this moment?"

Harlequin Lord Cernunnos followed King Cole at a run, dodging between people with elegance. It was a good thing for him that his costume was magical, lest the rough motion might have had him tripping and tearing his fabrics. He would occasionally stop to offer more explanation and rewards to larger groups, flashing gold and silver coins from his purse as a reward for information. Noticing he was falling behind Renee he then took off once more, taking some shortcuts to catch up. "<My liege, perhaps it might be wise to find a platform and speak to a large crowd, raþer þan sprinting across þe market? We can be as merchants, but our trade shall be in information about our rogue goblin.>"

Harlequin Lord Cernunnos smiled indulgently as Renee ran off, turning to the others. "<Þus I must be off, my fair friends and dastardly pirates! Þough our meeting was brief I wish þee luck in þine endeavors. Perhaps anoþer time we shall find some Nuns togeþer.>" He flourished a bow, baubles and bells dangling low from his ears and horns. He then quickly followed after King Cole.

Blue Bolt Vueriz wiped her blood from her eyes and glared over at Great White as he backed off from Michael after his unsuccessful bite. She didn't say anything, just blasted him. The shark man crashed into the railing in a blaze of blue light. "Golden Star, I'm gonna need to stop the ship soon! We need to wrap this up!"

Into the railing!