Heritage

This last little tidbit intrigued Lynn greatly. "Why yes, Mona, do tell." She leaned forward, chin in her hand and all attention. "Please tell us more about your current living arrangements!" She had a pretty idea what the answer was, but wanted to hear her say it.

Grim just stood, arms still tightly crossed, and listened to Sil's spiel; once she was finished, she slowly nodded. "Okay, well, I guess that makes sense; and yes, I actually think iron is one of the few things can actually kill me. Well, that or a nuke or being thrown into the sun; probably a lot of things can still kill me. Like helicopters." The shapeshifter sighed and put an arm around the sneaky girl's shoulders. "You're alright; you talk too damn much, but that's actually a fairly common problem around here."

This was good; to be honest, jazz wasn't 100% her thing, but Estelle knew it was important to be open to new things. She was fairly sure there many nuances she wasn't picking up on, but that wasn't necessarily bad; as her mother always said, 'It's never too late to learn how dance.' The blonde chemist caught the flicker of Greg's smile out of the corner of her eye; she turned to look at him quizzically. "What? You look like you just remembered something funny."

Lynn nodded thoughtfully as she studied the teleporter's eyes through her shades. "Okay, yeah, I get it; I'm so spoiled, since I can look however I want, that I sometimes forget that's not an option for everyone." Just before she pushed up the door to the delicious-smelling eatery, she stopped and smirked a bit. "So, your name's Victoria, eh? Not sure sure if you meant to let that slip. Do you go by Vickie or what?" She found them a booth and grabbed them both a menu, quickly scanning the sandwich options.

Oh, and used Grim's last HP to counter fatigue.

Things were looking pretty sweet to Grim, as her and Jack pulled the old one-two on their hag, but then she noticed Nick was suddenly bailing and making a run for it. What? Since when did he become such a pu- oh, damn it! Recognizing a faerie terror when she saw one, having delivered more than a few herself, the changeling reappeared and ran after the fleeing necromancer. Catching up with him, she grabbed him by the arm, spun him around and planted a big wet one right on his lips! This was of course only to get his attention; the real work began once she let him up for air, and she locked eyes with him and hit his whammy with one of her own. "Be at peace, mortal child." A serene glow seemed to flow out of her skin, motes of light that danced in her hair. "There is nothing to fear; you are safe now. The hunter has lost your trail, and you have found your way to my gentle stream, where you may slake your thirst and rest." She smiled, gently slapped the side of his face, and the glamour faded. "You okay in there, big guy?"

Stunting Emotion Control: Calm off her EC: Fear to counter. 1d20+15=34. Hell yeah! :rock:

After what seemed like an hour, the fog cleared out of Grim's head, and she was pissed. It seemed like all but one of them had been hit, impaired or both by one of her team, so she turned her invisible gaze upon the one unhurt 'sister.' Soon she was at her side like a whisper, and she plunged her claws deep into the siren's side. At the moment of impact, the Interceptor was momentarily visible, an angry grimace frozen on her face.

Grim's gonna pull a sneak attack on the uninjured one. 1d20+14=22. Whoops, that should actually be +20, for a total of 28. DC 27 Toughness vs Sneak Attack

Did a quick post for Grim, with little birdies circling her head. :D

Oh sh- One of the hag's caught Grim right across her invisible temple, and the changeling saw stars; this was not a good place to black out! She shook her head to clear it, thankfully still unseen, but the lucky contact might have been enough to lead the skanks to her true position.

Yes, Grim will be taking the Stun, as will be seen in my post tomorrow morning. Er, later today.

Toughness save! 1d20+14=21 Ouch!

Lynn waved a hand to dismiss Mona's fears. "Actually, Jewish weddings are pretty simple; the real trick is mastering the chainsaw juggling, since that's pretty much the highlight of the ceremony." She continued nonchalantly, though the twinkle in her eye was obvious. "For you guys-" She pointed at her teammates. "The big deal is the seven blessings; I'm not expecting you to learn Hebrew, so the rabbi will first say the Hebrew, and then you guys can read the English off of little cards. It's a snap, trust me." The changeling sat on a high conjured stool and began to describe the service, occasionally using her pointer to indicate points on the diorama. "So my parents are gonna lead the two of us down the aisle together; one of the nice things about a Jewish wedding is we don't have to avoid each other all day, and there's time set aside for us to be alone and kinda chill out over the course of the day." She indicated the mini-canopy with her pointer. "The chuppah is gonna be held up by my uncles, and you guys will be on either side. Once me and Colt get to the front, I will circle my beloved-" She picked up her figurine and moved it about. "Seven times. I dunno why we do it, it's probably pagan, but it's supposed to be good luck. No way I'm gonna jinx us." She held up her thumb and index finger, and a tiny silver goblet appeared. "The rabbi will then fill this special cup with wine and say a blessing over it; hopefully it will be much bigger than this." She stepped over to her fiance and sat somewhat provocatively in his lap. "Hi honey! So first Colt will drink from it-" The tiny cup was playfully raised to his lips. "And then I drink from it." She did the same. "Mmm, tasty! Plus, we get to keep the cup!" She gave her handsome cowboy a quick kiss and clambered off him and back to the middle of the living room. "Then we exchange rings, we read the ketubah out loud, which is the wedding contract - oh, you guys have to witness us sign it before the wedding - then we do the seven blessings, and then Colt breaks the glass, everyone yells 'Mozel Tov!', we kiss and we is wed, baby!" She clapped her hands together and grinned. "And that's it! There's some other stuff the two of us need to do, like fast from sunrise on the day of the ceremony, but then we get fifteen minutes right after it to smooch, nosh and have crazy monkey sex, just like they did back in the old days!" Lynn shrugged. "Which is cool. Needless to say, I owe Mr Reynolds the 'Breakfast of the Gods' the next morning for making him fast, but I hear some Jewish girls are actually thankful to be runnin' on empty, what with the nerves and all. Plus the alcohol just hits you like a Mack truck" She frowned slightly. "Of course, I don't have to eat anymore, hence the previously mentioned 'B of the G' for Colt. Any questions?"

Grim shifted her posture, hands on her hips, and took a single step away from the wall; she looked upset, but not furious or violent. "The first time I met you, you were clearly pissed, but you said you didn't have time to get your cast iron skillet 'to make sure the message sinks in'. And yeah, it did, trust me." She folded her arms again, this time fairly tightly over her chest. "That's pretty darn specific; why not just say 'frying pan'?" She shrugged irritably. "Look, I know you were mad and you weren't gonna do it, and you wouldn't do it, but I need to know how you got that information; I'm not asking you to compromise your source, but if that knowledge is out on the street, I might need to make a few changes."

For a few seconds, Grim's face is unreadable, then she simply nods. Suddenly her face split in a grin, she chuckled and laid a friendly hand on the not-a-ninja's shoulder. "Hey, it's cool, I get it; you're an idiot, and that's okay. Admitting you have a problem is always the first step." She sighed and worked a bit of tension out of her neck. "Seriously, though, I appreciate it; I've said and done more than my share of dumb BS, so I hear where your comin' from. It's totally cool." Then she cocked an eyebrow and looked at Sil askance. "By the way, just how did you know what my weakness is? And this is fairly important, so, y'know, choose your words carefully here."

Things finally started winding down, and Grim hugged the folks who allowed themselves to be hugged. Once everyone who didn't live in the Brownstone appeared to have left, she quickly cleaned up the game room (which took little more than a few carefully-placed garbage bags and a wave of her hand), turned out the lights and started heading upstairs, still in uniform. "Oh, hey." The shapeshifter didn't seem to be as nearly startled as she could have been; perhaps she smelled the two-dimensional girl before she saw her? The changeling crossed her arms and casually leaned against the wall. "What's up?" Lynn nodded sagely. "Ah, I see. For which of the ten thousand offenses against me?" Luckily there was a twinkle in her eye.

All but invisible to the naked eye, Grim quickly moved into the room and took in the lay of the land; seeing the occult ritual apparently in progress, she had a sudden impulsive thought. For a moment, she considered the wisdom of her strategy, weighing the pros and cons and the chance of it going horribly wrong, but she finally decided the shock to the five Wyrd Sisters might be the best way to throw off their collective mojo. If I die right now, I hope Colt will forgive me! With one swift action, she strode right into the midst of the fae women and knocked the bronze basin across the room!

Grim's Initiative! 1d20+12=31 Okay, now she's just showing off. :roll:

Grim pondered what Jack said as Nick tended to her wound. "Thanks, doc! So you're thinking they might all be the same girl, pullin' the old face swap? Hmm, could be; Lord knows that's how I used to operate in my shady past. Still, better to expect a crowd and find a solo act than the reverse, right?" Grim covered her eyes and sighed. "Just don't kill the bride's father, Sir Lancelot, or you'll never touch her huge 'tracts of land'." Once again Grim faded out of sight and followed the human battering ram into peril.

A cold fury mixed with nausea hit Lynn in the gut as she saw him, in the burial ground of her people, desecrating their graves. Her tiny claws came out and bit into her tiny palms as she clenched hands into fists of rage. Her voice was tight with anger when she spoke, somewhat incongruously coming out as a malevolent squeak in her current form. "I want to hurt them, 'Head; I want to do horrible things to them, even though I know it's wrong." She hovered in front of his cadaverous face, her miniscule body quivering with restrained violence; under different circumstances, it might have been cute, but not right now. “I'll be honest, I don’t know too much about your powers other than your scary and really hard to kill since your already dead. Oh, and your head comes off.†She actually almost managed a smile. “So what have we got to work with?†She peered down at the desecreation still in progress. “Maybe I should drop a few sofas on them…â€

The shapeshifter smiled, shook her head and waved a hand dismissively. “Oh, don't worry, honey, I gotchu covahed; you're gonna look gawgeous." Continuing with the ‘Joisey girl’ theme, she loudly chewed some conjured gum and mimed primping an imaginary bouffant. "I awlso do teearas." In a flash, Grim’s body was awash in a thin gray mist, leaving her in a pair of skinny jeans, Converse hi-tops and a Freedom College hoodie; her ears were also no longer pointed and her hair a bit less spiky. She was still damn pretty, but a bit more approachable out of her tight leather costume. She held offered Wisp a surprisingly firm handshake. “Lynn Epstein; nice to meetcha.†Opening the limo door, she practically bounced out onto the sidewalk “Okay, here we go! You gonna ditch your mask, or are you famous under there?â€

Grim nodded at Gabe's suggestion. "Yeah, let's have a look-see around." She started to drop into a crouch, which elicited a sharp intake of breath. "Aaah! Nick, is that offer of a Cure Light Wounds still on the table?" Rising back to her feet, she ruefully looked down at her chest where the ice blast had struck. "Just be, y'know, gentlemanly if you have to 'lay on hand's, alright?" Once her injury was tended to, she rejoined the search, focusing on the area around the four-poster bed; she knew from personal experience how often youthful women keep treasured objects within arm's reach of the 'happy sleeping/sex place'. A few moment's later, Grim stepped out of the shadows with a big grin on her face, waving a small book in her hand. "Never send a man to do a girl's job; gentlemen, we have a diary." She flipped through the pages. "Looks like we've got as many as five pixie girls on the prowl, if we count the 'May' Mister Idiot mentioned, and they're keeping score. Ooh, and another address!"

Gossamer smiled, clearly relieved to see Sam back in his own form. It's quite alright, she thought in his general direction. Taking another sip from her drink, she rose and set her glass aside. "Well now, I think we've covered human and inhuman anatomy rather thoroughly for one afternoon; onto something that I hope will be a bit less unnerving." Estelle stepped closer the Russian shapeshifter, eagerly rubbing her hands together. "Now, how about an inanimate object, or at least the appearance of one; I'm not sure if you can change your molecular structure. Feel free to make the object as simple or complex as you chose, Sam." She took a few steps back to give him room to work, and with a wave of her hand motioned for him to proceed.

Lynn happily squealed when Eli hugged her, but her expression soon darkened. As Eli described is amazing voyage through time, Grim slowly cocked her head from side to side, occasionally sniffing the air; her eyes narrowed. "Did you meet someone in the future? A female someone?" Perhaps she was wrong, but Lynn's hunches were ususally pretty good; she stepped over to the transformed speedster, pulled him into a powerful hug, and kissed him on the cheek. "It's good to have you back, Eli."