Heritage

Forgive my rigorous obsession with continuity; it's a screenwriter thing

Broad daylight, eh? These guys are bold! One minor nitpick: might want to change the date to Friday the 26th, as there isn't much rush hour traffic on a Sunday

Tagded!

Casey and Saku are roomies!

Reconfirmed!

I'm down!

If we can get a GM, I'd be happy to have a few more; we'd probably need to up the challenge a bit if we have four or five PCs. My original concept was a team of non-powered criminals using stealth armor, i.e Tony Stark meets the Predator.

Lynn walked around the house, doing her best not to touch anything, both to avoid damaging any evidence as well as out of fear of vermin and icky bugs. "My readings into the arcane sadly didn't go very far into Welsh mythology, I'm afraid; mostly I was reading about spirits, monsters and other worlds. What's Gwydion the god of?" When she got close to the cellar door, the changeling suddenly covered her face with her hand as she nearly retched again. "Dear God, can you smell that? I think something died downstairs, or maybe several somethings." She met the eyes of the two young women with her. "Oh man, I really hope it's not zombies; I hate fighting zombies!" She looked down at her hand as she spoke absentmindedly. "Takes forever to get that crud out from under your fingernails..."

Casey looked thoughtful as she wiped her mouth with a napkin. "Mmm. I...might know someone with military and government connections; if we have to, that's another avenue we can explore." Her face was somewhat clouded as she set her plate aside, but then that warm smile came back to her face. "All right, enough thinking about the future; what should we do right now?" She gestured towards the the beach around them. "Is there anything else this sim can do that we haven't tried to break yet?" She reached down and ran her fingers through the sand. "What happens if we try to build a sand castle?"

Lynn shrugged and looked at Gretchen. "Is that good enough for you?" For a few seconds, her young assistant said nothing, staring at Sam with her head cocked to one side, using that same disinterested scrutiny she used the first time they'd met. Finally she nodded sharply. "Well, then." Looking to Merge, she sighed and shook her head. "If my boss is going to break the law, she's not going to do it alone; how I can I help? Do you have those blueprints, or should I look them up online? Also I can monitor the police band." Lynn grinned, happy to see Gretchen getting down to business.

First aid was one of those things you can't rush; even if her body could move much faster if she wanted it to, the poor farmer died in agonizing real time despite everything she did to try and save him. When the sobering reality finally sank in, in settled around the young woman's shoulders like a heavy blanket of sorrow. "He's gone...s###!" This sudden outburst was surprising; Casey never swore. For several seconds she just knelt there in the mud, head down and hair hanging over her face; even her normal soft golden glow had faded down to almost nothing. But finally she took a deep breath, whispered the Lord's Prayer and crossed herself before rising to her feet. "Wait; give me two seconds." She move the body a slight distance from the river's edge, and in a matter of seconds the remains were buried in a shallow grave and marked with a small, simple cross made of reeds. "Okay, let's go." She handed the disk to Blod for safekeeping, then pointed away from the waterfall. "I say we head upriver; the type of scum who'd shoot that poor man sound like our perps."

Grimalkin/Shrike (12) Empty Mirror (1) Grim Demeanor (1) Mysterious Circumstances (2) The Little Shop Around The Corner (2) Temporiad: Save on Time (2) Two Duplicators and Grim Too! (4) May-June Vignette: Shrike ("Mutable") Miracle Girl (9) Brain Drain (2) Graduation Proclamation: Mexican Standoff (2) Justice Like Lightning (1) Mall Madness (1) Southern Hospitality 2: Freedom City Sirens (1) The Scout and the Sailor (2)

Not particularly, no. Tesseract and Pulsar are PL10, and Shrike is PL8.

Greetings denizens of Freedom! Cabo, Pulsar and myself were discussimg doing a thread together; I wanted to have Shrike have some solo mission time and meet fellow newbies, and the new guys were eager fir more posting opportunities. My original idea revolved a casino heist on the Boardwalk, and I was gonna run it, but with school gearing up my time will be limited. Anyone interested in running such a thread?

At the sight of Miras, Grim smiled and waved back, looking visibly relieved. "Ah, thank goodness, a mysterious hooded figure; now we can get some answers! Name's Grimalkin, by the way." In response to the young mage's question, the changeling looked thoughtful. "Hmm, portal exploration, eh? Let's see what I have in my handy haversack..." She mimed like she was reaching into a large satchel, then produced two objects out of thin air, one long and thin, the other in a loose coil. Both visibly trailed thin streams of vapor for a few seconds. "How about a ten foot bamboo pole and fifty feet of silk rope? No adventurer should leave home without them!" The fae waved the rope and grinned. "I knotted it at one foot intervals to aid with climb checks!"

Works for me! Should we both change our posts?

I'd be up for that, Rav; how do we make it work?

Silberman's Books The week was not off to a good start; Lynn had really been looking forward to her first birthday back on Earth among family and friends, but as always Freedom put the special in 'special events'. On Monday, she'd watched the news coverage like everyone else, and guiltily told herself the Leagues could take care of it. But now it was Tuesday, and these so-called 'tears' were still appearing, and worse, they were in her own neighborhood. Damn it. Lance came running back into the store from lunch, his eyes wide with excitement. "There's one out in the street! " Gretchen looked up from the register, her face clouded with concern. "You sure?" The big barista nodded as he leaned forward and tried to catch his breath. "Big ol' tear in the world? Yeah, pretty sure!" Lynn's assistant came scurrying around from behind the bar and rapidly knocked on her door. "You hearing this, boss?" "Yeah; door's open." Inside, the changeling was seated at her desk, watching streaming coverage on her PC as she sipped her coffee. Gretchen sat on the edge of her desk, nervously twisting the silver ring on her left hand. "Don't do that the wrong way." "I know, I know." The remaining customers quickly finished their coffees and headed outside, either to look at the tear or head home to their loved ones; the residents of Freedom were old hands at emergency preparedness. With no one left to serve, Lance soon joined the others in the owner's office, followed by Kiki from the back room. Crowded around the monitor, no one said a word; their local tear was too recent to show up, but there plenty of other images from around the city to stare at with mute dread. "I have to check it out." "You? Don't you mean 'we'?" Lynn sighed and shook her head. "Not yet; not this one." Her assistant folded her arms and moved into her boss's space."Why the hell not? You said yourself, the only way I can learn is to do." Kiki gently reached out and laid a hand on her shoulder. "Gretch, I think what Lynn's saying is-" The snarky musician shook off her arm with an angry shrug. "No, I want to hear her say it; why not this one?" Lynn sighed and gave her young protege her undivided attention. "This looks like some transdimensional s###, or worse, a time bridge; you don't f### around with that stuff when you're just starting out." "So what you're saying is I'm incompetent." "No, what I'm saying is someone needs to protect this store in case something happens to me; you've seen the crazy stuff that comes through that front door!" She waved at her other two employees. "Who's gonna protect these guys if I'm not here? The last time I dealt with something like this, I was gone for three years; I'm not going to trust this store or anyone in it to chance." That actually stunned Gretchen into several seconds of flustered silence. "You...you think-?" "I do. Now if you'll excuse me, Grimalkin is needed outside." - - - Soon a familiar tiny figure appeared in the sky, flitting about like a hummingbird; the faerie shapeshifter alighted on the ground near the tear, then resumed her normal size. Two police cruisers was parked nearby, and the officers were doing their best to keep the small gathered crowd away from the mysterious portal. "Hey there, Grimmie," one of the cops called out as she strode up to them; despite her somewhat shady past, she usually got along alright with law enforcement. "What's the word, boys?" "Our orders are to keep people back, but I know what you capes are like, so-" He gestured towards the rift. "Knock yerself out!" "Yeah...we're really not much for common sense as a rule." The cops laughed as she took a step closer...

Tagded!

Lynn looked very excited; clearly the thought of pulling a heist appealed to her. But then Gretchen got up, looking somewhat concerned. "Uh, Boss Lady, I think you're forgetting something." Lynn frowned as she began ticking points off on her fingers. "Multiple Merges, me in disguise, Starlight for overwatch..." Then she snapped her fingers. "Y'know what, you're right, we need floorplans and the security layout; Merge, do you have that stuff, or do we have to-" Gretchen interrupted her as she pointed right at Sam in frustration. "No, we have someone with a record who we're trying to rehabilitate, remember? And now you want her to participate in a crime...any of this registering?" Lynn's jaw dropped and she said nothing for several seconds as she looked between Sam and Gretchen. "Oh...oh my God, Sam, I'm so sorry, i didn't even-" But then she stopped herself, closed her eyes and waved her hands. "Wait, wait, I mean yes, we technically are committing a crime, but it's to catch a far worse bad guy, right? That matters, doesn't it? And we can bring the mirror right back, or Lynn Epstein can buy it afterwards. No harm done!" Gretchen crossed her arms tightly across her chest and just stared balefully at her boss; finally, Lynn turned to Sam. "Look, it's up to you, Sam; whatever you want to do, I'm fine with it. Seriously." The two young women turned to look at her, awaiting her response.

Okay, Grim is activating her Rage, which is always fun and scary. Attack roll: 1d20+12=24 Strike 6 (Extras: Penetrating [2] [DMG 7, 12 with Rage], Feats: Improved Critical 2 [18-20], Incurable, Mighty) [12PP] (Dark Faerie Claws) DC 27 Toughness save.

Lynn yelped a bit as she was yanked out of the path of the energy beam, but once she recovered on the floor in a crouch, she snarled with fury. "Why do people have to keep blowing up my store!" It was a mixed blessing that the perp was out on the street; on the one hand, it meant less damage to her precious store, but on the other hand it was very public and potentially dangerous for bystanders. But there was another upside; turning to Toni, she flashed a truly terrifying grin as she shifted into her professional gear, and Grimalkin was unleashed. "Thank God it's robots; I can really rip the s### out of a robot!" The leather-clad heroine was soon out on the street, claws out and face flushed with fury as she tapped into her animalistic rage; her nostrils flared as her eyes glowed like cold blue flames as she leaped in the air and pounced on her foe. Yeah, she could give them five minutes.

To be honest, I've typically stated that the shelves on the walls are built in, and it's the free-standing ones that are glamour, as they are furniture. 'Rear shelf' sounds a bit more like a built-in, so we'll go with that.

Grim shrugged as she led the Japanese girl out of the kitchen, down a short hallway and into a sort of combined living room-dining room; as she strode down the hallway, her dress peeled off her body in long strips of vapor, leaving her barefoot in a pair of black Capri pants and a loose gray sweater. "Don't worry, lots of folks hate magic; I probably would, too, if I wasn't actually made of the stuff." The furniture was all made of dark wood, and there were more movie posters on the walls, as well as Southwestern pottery and sculptures. Lynn stopped in front of the coffee table, on which sat a cube made of what looked like antique brass; the cube was about four inches to a side, and utterly featureless other than what looked like a black circular lens, no bigger than half and inch across, in the middle of its top. She indicated one of the soft leather sofas nearby, then picked a remote off the table and dimmed the lights. "Have a seat; this little baby is called a PictureBox." She waved a hand over the lens, then cleared her throat. "PictureBox on." There was just the slightest of hums, then a 'screen' formed in the air directly over the lens, like a high-def flatscreen TV...without the actual TV. It was a pale blue menu screen about forty inches across diagonally, thin as paper and seemingly made of light itself. "Ionized air molecules or something; I'm a bit fuzzy on the science." The options listed were 'Photos', 'Videos' and 'Presentations', and the font looked like something you'd see on old Wanted posters. Lynn stepped back and studied her young guest. "Walk around it; its shows the same image on both sides, but properly aligned."

Gretchen looked suitably impressed as she jotted down notes; for her part Lynn beamed and nodded her head vigorously. "Isn't it amazing how much money you save if you don't have to eat? I miss it a lot sometimes, but the savings are spectacular." The shopkeeper rubbed her lower lip in deep thought. "Okay, so we need a plan; not necessarily a rock solid one, but at least a general set of guidelines that we can improvise within as the situation changes." Her eyes flicked between the several super ladies in the room, then gestured towards the various Merges. "My first thought was that I would play one of your duplicates, and I'm still tempted to go that way, but I'm not married to the idea." Then she pointed at Sam. "As for Starlight...I'm thinking you're our ace in the hole? You provide overwatch while keeping out of sight, ready to port in at the first sign of trouble. I'm just spitbalin' here."