Heritage

Miracle Girl (with Stormcrow, finding a quiet corner) "Very nice to meet you -oh!" The implication of Multi-Girl's (Multi-Girls'?) parting comments took a few seconds to sink in; very slightly flustered, Casey indicated a set of low chairs around a small circular table. "If you don't mind?" Once they were seated, the blonde paragon slipped off her gloves and crossed her long legs. "Sorry, I made this a bit more of a production than I meant to, but I wanted to talk to you for a moment about your team." A waiter came by with a tray of appetizers, and Casey took several on a small plate; clearly, her appetite was still considerable! "Thanks you! So anyway, I parted ways with the Freedom League some time ago, mostly becausjust well, it just wasn't a good fit, I think in part because I was one of the youngest members. But I'm also not a huge fan of their operational model." She held up one hand. "Not that they're doing bad work, by any means, but- " She munched on a few apps, then neatly wiped her mouth. "The fact of the matter is, I think I prefer the structure and shared responsibilities of a team, provided I was closer to the average member's age." And here Casey shrugged. "Which got me thinking about the Young Guardians."

Crystal-Gazer Lulu listened carefully as Ms. Josephs described her current dilemma, recording their discussion on a small digital recorder for later transcription. "And this so-called 'Captain Carver', is he makin' any demands or threatenin' your customers in any way, or is he just sorta makin' his presence known? And is it just water damage, or is there any other physical damage or evidence left behind?" Despite what the casino owner believed, the telepath was not going to rule out supervillain activity; bad guys are nothing if not unpredictable.

Grimalkin "Have a wonderful time tonight, Lynn," Grim said with a warm smile."Enjoy yourself." As the transdimensional refugee wandered off to find her friends, the changeling sighed and then clapped her hands together. "Okay, I've got a boyfriend to find!" - - - - There is a cliche, often seen in romantic comedies and sitcoms, of the nosy girlfriend popping up next to her boyfriend at the worst possible time, usually when he's talking to an attractive woman. Said boyfriend proceeds to stammer and possibly trip over some furniture in a hasty attempt to explain 'it's not what it seems!" One might think that having a girlfriend like Lynn Epstein, a beautiful shapeshifter who's can turn invisible and move as quiet as a shadow, would make her relationship with Casper Church this cliche on steroids, but thankfully it was not, for two important reasons. One, Lynn was (for better or worse) supremely self-confident in her ability to keep a man, and was therefore not the jealous type. But more importantly, she knew Casper's heart; this was a man who loved deeply, and would never act in a way that would disappoint his daughter, the light of his life. All of which is to say that when Grimalkin suddenly appeared next to Ghost while he was chatting with Gauss, he didn't jump or start in alarm; he was actually getting used to it. And Grim in turn did not act catty or sarcastic when speaking with the young magnetokinetic in the ugly Christmas sweater. "Aha, I found you! Hi, hon!" She leaned in to give him a playful peck on the cheek before turning and offering a firm handshake to the new arrival. "Hi, I'm Grimalkin, Mistress of Mystery; nice to meet you!" Noticing the two bottles Ghost was holding, she turned to Gauss and smiled with delight. "Ooh, did you bring fun booze?"

Miracle Girl Casey shook the offered hands, but her cheeks went a little pink when Leon made his joke about 'cuties'; between her strict conservative upbringing and wholesome superhero image, she never knew how to take compliments or jokes about her attractiveness. "And you can call me, uh, Casey," she offered the group with a nervous smile. She then looked a bit more serious as she addressed the team leader directly. "Charlie, when you have a minute, either now or later, could we talk privately?" Then she turned to Multi-Girl, looking slightly bashful. "You could join us, too, Bernie, if you want; it's nothing like that."

Grimalkin(?) Casper heard a sharp intake of breath, then heard Grim's whispered voice one more time. "I'm gonna try and buy us some time. Get Carrie and the other girl safe. I love you." He then felt a quick but intense kiss on his cheek, moist with invisible tears, and then a slight breeze as his fae girlfriend rushed away. Suddenly, from behind a cheerfully-decorated gingerbread bread house stepped the hero of the common people, the friendly neighborhood Ghost! The masked hero called out to Banshee, his tone jocular, but underneath it was a cold rage. "Well, well, well, if it isn't the ghastly and glamorous Banshee! Lady, we have got to stop meeting like this!" Ghost!Grim crossed his arms and indicated Casper with a nod of his head. "Why don't you do what the nice man says and let the kids go? You've got my undivided attention, sweetheart; I'm not going anywhere."

Disguise roll for Grim: 1d20+40=55

1d20+12=29 Grim is fast.

Grimalkin When Slipstream approached her, Grim felt a complex series of emotions; seeing so much of her friend in the young speedster filled her with a sudden warmth, but the realization that this teenager bore her name in honor of another version of herself who died added a slight chill. But these reactions were selfish; Lynn Connors bore the familiar marks of trauma that many refugees wore, whether they be from wartorn regions of Earth Prime or alternate worlds with unimaginable fates. The changeling stepped forward and clasped both of the blonde heroine's hands in her own, and gave her a reassuring smile. "It's very nice to meet you, Lynn; Megan has told me a lot about you." She pulled Lynn slightly closer as she lowered her voice. "And for what it's worth, I'm honored that you bear...well, a version of my name." Grim chuckled and shook her head. "Its weird; I kind of feel like I'm, well, your fairy godmother." Then the fae grew more serious. "You know, if you ever want to talk, about pretty much anything, don't hesitate to call." She conjured up a business card from thin air with all her contact information on it, and handed it to her. "That's got my personal number and email; write it down, then eat it. Don't worry, it tastes like peppermint."

Miracle Girl A blue gloved hand suddenly rests on Charlie's arm, as sudden as an editing glitch but with just the lightest pressure; it's shocking how fast Casey can move if she really wants to. The athletic young woman who appears next to Stormcrow smiles warmly, and it's a sight to see. "Hi! I'm sorry to interrupt, but I just wanted to say hi before you, y'know, disappeared into the throng. We met through Terrifica a few years back, but I think you might have adopted a new handle since then." She then turned to the rest of the Young Guardians and nodded. "Hi, I'm Miracle Girl. Nice to meet you all." Her accent placed her somewhere out West, a slight lilt that suggested the Great Plains or the Rockies.

GRIMALKIN "Oh shit," Lynn muttered, and she abruptly disappeared from view. She hoped all eyes were on the villainess holding two children hostage (sweet little Carrie!) so they wouldn't notice her vanishing act. Even though she was no longer visible, Casper soon felt her warm, strong hand grip his arm, and heard her calm, firm voice in his ear. "I'm right here, baby. Who is she and what does she want? Also what kinds of powers does she have, and does she have any known weaknesses?"

Miracle Girl "If the Apocalypse comes, beep me." Buffy Summers It had been a few years since Casey Blankenship had stepped inside Freedom Hall. She had earned a spot on the team in the summer of 2019, but she never really felt like she belonged there; she felt a much stronger connection to the Girl Scouts, her mentor Terrifica, and her sisters in Pi Epsilon Delta ("Pi 'til you die!"). Still, the League was more than happy to allow her to go to college and even pursue her Master's in Science Journalism, fitting in patrols and missions when and where she could. But after graduation, she had to make a decision: was she a superhero pretending to be a journalist, or was she a journalist who sometimes did hero work. And ultimately she decided that for her, the pursuit of truth was the pursuit of justice, and that it would be dangerous for her to serve on the League if herowork was not her top priority. And so, a little over a year ago, she took a position with the Associated Press as a stringer for their Science & Nature department; her knowledge of multiple languages, extensive grasp of environmental science and a seemingly inhuman resistance to both illness and harsh weather conditions made her very popular with the service. But it meant a lot of travel and living out of one suitcase and a carry-on bag. She had to give her cat Muffin away to a friend because it was unfair that she was never home. Still, Casey was rather surprised at herself when she quietly dropped out of the sky in her familiar costume next to a limousine, a frickin' jet, and some sort of...Cinderella carriage in front of Freedom Hall. When was the last time she'd made a public appearance as Miracle Girl? She honestly couldn't remember. She scanned the crowd with her amazing eyes, looking for a familiar face; they finally alighted on a young man wearing high tech glasses, with a simply stunning young redhead on his arm. She cocked her head slightly, and muttered to herself. "Nevermore...?"

Crystal-Gazer Lulu Beaumont felt very out of place; she wondered if she would ever outgrow the feeling. She'd been working for DI for a while now, but technically she was still only a junior in FCU's psychology department. Sure, the telepathy angle was impressive, but that actually scared more people than it impressed. She sighed to herself; this was the life she chose by being an open telepath. She wore a simple black sweater under a sharp navy blue coat, paired with black slacks and low-heeled boots. When Nicki introduced herself, Lulu turned to accept her handshake with a smile. "Ah 'spose so! Hi, ah'm Lulu Beaumont, with Danger International. It's a real pleasure to meet you, Nicki. And Lulu's fine." There was no way to hide her rural Alabama accent.

GRIMALKIN (talking with Lawrence, Spaceman and a few more Claremonters) "Happy holidays, Lawrence," Grim replied as she returned her 'nephew's hug' with a playful vengeance. "Oh, it's so good to see you!" She took a step back and held him at arm's length. "God, I never get to see you! We need to rectify that." She turned to the rest of the students and offered them a warm smile. "It's nice to meet you all, and if I've met you before, I apologize; between my memory for names not being so great, and all the time traveling and dimension hopping I've done, it's hard to keep track of everyone." Grim spread her arms to take in the whole of the marvelous room, and its equally marvelous occupants. "This is a place to feel safe and be yourselves, or whover else you want to be." The changeling waved her hand, and for a few seconds her body was obscured by a pale mist, but when it disappated, Grim was now dressed as a sassy Santa. "Have fun tonight, guys!"

GRIMALKIN "It's very cool," Lynn declared with genuine enthusiam as she nonetheless kept her eyes locked on her new favorite kid, like the protective mama bear she was. She carefully sniffed the air, making sure she could still track Carrie by scent if need be: the smell of her shampoo and the organic detergent and fabric softener that Jessie used to do her laundry were thankfully both fairly distinctive. "So how is she around scary stuff? Can she do a kid-friendly spook house, or is that a few years off?"