Heritage

Lynn laughed nervously at the various reactions of her teammates, and to be honest she felt more than a few twinges of guilt; this was her family, wasn't it? Is it wrong to want to forge a path of your own? She twisted her fingers as she spoke. "Am I one hundred percent certain? Actually, I'd be lying if I said I was; it feels right, in here-" She held both hands to her chest, then rested them against her tummy. "But down here, I'm all in knots. I think...I think it's important to say this is not good-bye, not by a long shot. We're just gonna be a few streets over, at least we will be after a whirlwind tour of the world. I really want to see Jerusalem, and Rome and Paris and London and whole lot of other places, but Freedom will always be my home, and you guys will always be my family." The waterworks began in earnest now, and as she wiped away the tears her smile struggled a bit, but was never gone. "Oh, I'm gonna miss you, too, Mo!" The tiny changeling leaped up to give her a ferocious bear hug. "I'm gonna miss seeing you at breakfast every morning, but we can always go out for brunch, right?" Lynn gave her a quick sisterly peck on cheek but still held on, not wanting to let go of her big sis just yet. The shapeshifter looked over her shoulder at Erik, a wry grin on her tear-streaked face. "Yeah, tell her to get her ass over here, it's important."

Grim rolls a 27 on her Reflex save - ha-ha!

Hmm, does a 22 hit? Grim's got one HP left, might need to save it for later. DC 25 vs Toughness if it's not a miss. She's also got Sure-Footed, a feat she rarely gets to use.

The changeling grinned a feral grin. "It's nice to be wanted." She then sprang off the wall with a burst of speed, nimbly ran across the ice as if it was the firmest ground, and then her claws were out as she took a swipe at the lady!

What Quote said :)

DC 18 Reflex save to avoid being trapped; it doesn't look like Grim has to roll, if I'm reading the CO entry in UP correctly.

"Eep!" This guy was bad news! He could heal damage, was covered in flames and could throw them as well, but luckily at this size she was too small and fast for him to land a solid hit, though her luck could always run out. Maybe she could bring him down another way. The miniature brunette swiftly darted back and forth to make herself a challenging target, but then she suddenly began to circle the flaming bigot, trailing a slender silver chain she conjured as she flew; despite its delicate appearance, it was as strong as steel, and hopefully enough to bind him good.

"CLEAR!" ka-chun!

So what's the status on this thread?

Estelle started rummaging around in her cooler. "Sadly I forgot to pack any jellied eels, but I can hep in the 'iced lolly' department..." She triumphantly produced a pair of Bombpops, just in time to see the English hero wink out of existence. "Oh. Well, would anyone like a Bombpop? I have Push-ups, Creamsicles and Fudgesicles as well." "Here, I can help." Without even getting up for her beach chair, Gossamer converted some of her parasol into a pair of thick tentacles that stretched out and easily worked the table out from under the rest of the chairs. Still enjoying her Bombpop, she craned her neck to get a better look at the set-up Jessica was putting together. "Where do you want it set up?"

"Very impressive; I really appreciate your attention to detail, Sam." Estelle grabbed a screw-top sample jar and a metal probe and approached the stony figure. She reached out and gently patted him on top of his head. "Now I'm just going to scrape off a small bit of material; I'll be gentle, but let me know if it hurts...assuming you possess nerves in this form. Or the ability to speak." With a gentle touch, she broke of some of the apparent stone and moss and put it in the jar; when she was finished, she sighed and rubbed her eyes. "Alright, you can go back to normal now, Sam; the truth of the matter is, I could do this for days if you let me, thinking of different variables to try and explore, but I don't think that entirely fair to you."

Estelle cringed at the sudden appearance of the malevolent rocker; his outfit was an embarrassment and he held his 'axe' like a machine gun. It would be a pleasure to take care of this rude buffoon. "Nothing I can't put off until later." She quickly drained the last of her beer, covered her mouth to muffle a small lady-like belch, then peeled of her jacket as she activated the high-tech bracelet on her left arm. In a flash, she was in her one-piece blue and silver fighting suit and ready to rumble. Her hair unfurled (and quickly disposed of their empties in a nearby recycling bin) and she worked her neck loose as she planted her feet apart. "Ready when you are, love."

Gossamer's still down!

Grim was more than a little bowled but the intense spirit of the young (or more correctly, ageless?) Viking warrior; she scratched her head as she tried to recall bits of Norse folklore she'd encountered in her researches into magic and the supernatural. "Uh, yeah, hail thee and well met, I guess. Actually my people come from Judea, by way of Russia, Poland and Germany, but this body, the one you seeing now, does indeed come from Avalon, which you might call the land of the elves." Turning from the blonde valkyrie to her rascal of a teammate and what looked like his 'special new friend', she cocked an eyebrow. "And speaking of the pointy-eared folk, what have we here? A lovely sylvan creature wearing Jack's clothes." She nodded enthusiastically. "Can I just say it's about frickin' time? Jeez Louise! Nice to meet you, Guardian Willow." At the mention of this statement, Lynn looked a little flustered as her eyes flickered over to her fiance. "I don't have a problem with that at all, but my opinion might not have as much weight anymore, because, well-" And here she sidled over to Colt and entwined her fingers with those of his left hand. "Colt...Billy and I have been talking and, uh, we're thinking we might..withdraw from active duty after the wedding." She looked up into his eyes with a mixture of excitement, hope and uncertainty. "Indefinitely."

Indeed! They got along fine at Derrick and Stesha's wedding. So after consulting with Quote in chat, it looks like I'll basically just describe the service and we'll cut to the reception, just like we did for Jack and Taylor's wedding. Date is set for Sunday, May 22nd.

Okay, so this needs to get done, so let's do it! Here's the invite list: The Wedding Party: Grimalkin Fulcrum Jill O' Cure Colt Jack of All Blades Dynamo Plus Ones: Dr. Archeville Dragonfly Willow Also Invited: Thrude Avenger Fleur de Joie Let me know if your character plans to attend; part of me wants to skip RPing the reception, but that's usually where all the fun socializing happens, so I might be a fool to skip that.

Grim frowned melodramatically. "Another girl on the team? As if the lines to the bathroom weren't long enough! Fine, I'll play nice." "'Kay." She quickly kissed him back and watched him leave. With a sigh, she looked around the room they shared, knowing that things were about to change in oh so many ways. "I'm really gonna miss all this." Feeling a little blue, she allowed herself to collapse into a liquid state and let gravity carry her downward, flowing through a familiar network of vents and gratings until she coalesced in the Underground; legs, hips, waist, chest, arms, neck and finally head. She blinked as she found her bearings, quickly noting the rather impressive new girl. "Hey, wow, look at you!"

Grim heard the faint crackle of ice just in time to leap clear and cling to the wall, her regal gown melting away as her fighting leathers reappeared. The Lady's haughty demeanor screamed out for mockery, so she fired the opening shot, confidant that Jack would deliver the really good stuff. "Yay, we finally meet the Great White Hag herself! Le Belle Dame Sans a Tan and her posse of ice elves!"

Grim goes on a 21.

Lynn sat straight up in bed, straight as a board; her pointed ears twitched slightly, and her eyes were wide. Then she reached down and vigorously shook her fiance Billy. "Honey, wake up! I think we've been invaded by Vikings!" The changeling went all gooey as she squirted out of bed, reforming in a low crouch wearing her full costume. Alert for any sort of trouble, she called out to the team's AI. "Vince, what the hell is going on?"

As they were led through Hogsmeade - er, Windhearth, Grim cooly looked down her nose at all she surveyed, but inside her mind was racing. She had never faced the Queen of Winter, yet the Queen of Summer had said the icy monarch was somehow responsible for the strange transformation that had so completely changed her life all those years ago. Perhaps she would find some answers this day? The deferential attitude she was seeing certainly said a lot, but what exactly did it mean? She also thought back to the chant the five sisters were reciting when they came upon them: The more she thought about it, the clearer the situation seemed to become; she just hoped she'd reached the right conclusions. Lifting her head, the Jewish ninja princess offered a cool reply. "We wish to warn her highness of schemes and foul treachery being conducted in the mortal realm, away from her sight, of an ungrateful subject who plots to make a faerie kingdom beyond the veil, or so it would seem." Somewhere inside her shell of glamour, Lynn's mortal soul squeaked at the sound of her own voice.

Gossamer Fun In the Sun Outdoor Show Space Safari: Fulcrum, Gossamer, and the Giant Beast There's A Little Grue In All Of Us Grimalkin Interceptors - They're Finally Getting Married! Manic Pixie Dream Girls Something Old and Something New Whole Kit and Kaddishle

She doesn't age, so theoretically it could be awhile; that being said, maybe no more than a few months of subjective time.

Okay, since it seems like this is one of those 'let us never speak of this again' kinda deals, I won't delay starting the wedding thread. Will Grim have any memory of the events? By her nature she can keep a secret from of a loved one if it would cause him pain (sorry, Colt!); I just want to know if she would have internal thoughts about it after the fact, or give Jack and Jill 'the nod'.

It wasn't very often that Estelle felt out of place in a social situation; in fact, she prided herself on her ability to find a point of entry into nearly any group. But today, for the first time in a long time, she felt like a fifth wheel; she was the only girl without a boyfriend or girlfriend present, everyone was much younger than she was, and they all seemed to know each other better. How many conversations had she actually had with her own Lab partners? There had been no serious objections to her suggestion of music, so she finally selected a summer-themed playlist covering some forty years of beach tunes, and was strongly considering sipping on Gatorade and burying her nose in a novel. But then the sight of Supercape rising out of the sea brought a smile to her face, and she eagerly waved at the hyper-British science hero from beneath her golden parasol. "Good to see you, Cape! Beautiful day to be outside, isn't it?"