Heritage

I saw Thor on Saturday afternoon and had a blast; in a lot of ways it reminded me more of Superman 2 than anything else; I hope they get to do a good sequel with more of the three mere mortals and much more of Sif and the Warriors Three! I'll be honest, though, I was bored to death for the first twenty minutes or so, and was deeply afraid the film would suck; this is probably because I have never been impressed with massive CG battle scenes, with the exception of maybe Avatar, and the extremely serious tone of the Asgard stuff didn't do much for me. Loved the stuff on Earth and all the later Asgadian scenes, though.

Search check for Grim: 1d20+16=20 Ah, I was due for a crappy roll! I would have been better off going with Skill Mastery. I'll use an HP for a reroll, if only because these checks seem to reveal very useful information in this thread. Reroll! 1d20+16+10=28

A sleepy-looking Grimalkin padded into the kitchen, wearing a pair of white socks and an oversized T-shirt depicting Princess Jasmine from Disney's Aladdin. Rubbing sleep from her eyes and sporting some truly impressive bed hair, she blearily spoke. "Colt honey, I thought you were gonna come right back to bed..." Noticing pretty much the whole team present, including a firefighting Dok A live via satellite, she stopped dead in her tracks, suddenly very much awake. "Oh, uh, hi guys; what's up?" Then she got a good look at Eli, who pretty much smelled the same but was otherwise almost unrecognizable, and her eyebrows shot up. "Whoa! What the f@#% happened to you, dude!"

Dissipating the cage and resuming her full size, Grim nodded in agreement as Gabe ran down his knowledge of the lady in question. "Yeah, she's a serious temptress and Unseelie bigwig; Jack, you should probably plug your ears and lash yourself to the nearest mast. Y'know, as a precaution." She gave him a wink, but her tone was almost serious. A frown crossed the benevolent faeling's face as she stroked her chin thoughfully. "Also, is she actually making a 'special guest villain' appearance here in our world? Normaly the Unseelie queen - well, at least one of them, since there's conflicting reports on how many there actually are - keeps her under lock and key, or at least within arm's reach. That way if she backstabs her, ol' Queenie has a chance to stab her right back."

Lynn said nothing for a while, pushing her glass back and forth between her hands as she looked off into space; the memory of Rasputin's death, his son's reaction and Edge's near catatonia had risen to the surface of her mind, and that sense of hopelessness was hard to shake. At length she managed it, and visibly brightened as she sought to change the subject. "So, how do you guys know each other? I always find these weird random meet-ups interesting."

Gossamer frowned at the newcomer's cheerful statement. "Well when you put it like that, it sounds blatantly illegal...which I'm sure it is." Nevertheless, she folded the rifle into her mass of hair, arraying it around herself dramatically to let it cover significantly more volume. Estelle's frown deepened at the teenager's casual suggestion; she finally spoke up in excellent Russian, with a bit of an academic/upper class accent. <"I'm not sure if high school students should be familiarizing themselves with military firearms; I'm not a huge fan of guns in general, but surely a simple hunting rifle or sporting shotgun would be more appropriate, assuming one encourages it at all?">

Oops, my bad! Knowledge: Arcane Lore: 1d20+6=26 I guess it makes sense she would have read up lots on Fae-related stuff.

So who's up now?

Gossamer The Eagle has Landed Fun In the Sun Outdoor Show There's A Little Grue In All Of Us Grimalkin A Fair Day A Fairy Tale Interceptors: Planning for the Big Day Manic Pixie Dream Girls Near Mint Condition Place Your Bets, Ladies! Something Old and Something New Three of a Kind Whole Kit and Kaddishle

Gossamer might be good in this sort of thing. Any suggestions?

"Ahhhh! S@#t, that stings!" Knocking fine ice crystals off her chest, Grimalkin glared at the foul beast with withering contempt. "Okay, you wanna play rough, we'll play rough." In a flash, the changeling shrank down to pixie size, darted between the bars of the cage and flew along the flank of the creature, narrowly missing her teammate's leg as she viciously tore into its side with her tiny, razor-sharp claws. "How do you like them apples!"

Reroll for mighty slashing! 1d20+14+10=27 DC 25 vs Toughness.

Toughness save v s Freeze blast: 1d20+14=23. Oh, the pain! Tiny claws can kill! 1d20+14=22 Does that hit?

She smirked as she easily folded his gear out of sight within her golden locks. "I could probably hide an entire arsenal in here with little difficulty; anything else need tucking away?" Looking down at her jacket and jeans, she slid back her sleeve to expose a metallic armband with a computer screen on it. "Since appearances are important at times like this, I should probably look like I'm here in a more official capacity." She punched in a few quick commands, and the texture of her clothing went all soft and shimmering before it reformed into her publicly-known 'superhero' costume, a pleasantly form-hugging suit in blue and silver. "There we are, much better!" Estelle indicated the inert form of Natasha with a nod. "She's out cold over there; I don't think she poses much of a threat at the moment."

Lynn's face broke the water and she laughed in sheer joy. "Woo! Man, I can't remember than last time I hit the pool! Was it really last June at my birthday party?" She slid into a relaxed backstroke. "I need to use the one at school more often; our HQ doesn't have one, sad to say." She paused mid-stroke and just laid there with her arms out, the acoustics of the pool playing havoc with her enhanced hearing; she closed her eyes and imagined herself miles out to sea, with whales and sharks far below her. Without even meaning to, she began signing. "Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me..."

Dead Head's stomach-churning description of his penanggalan-eque adventure made Grim's smile falter for a few seconds, but she quickly regained her composure. After all, a lot of the stuff I do is pretty damn freaky, so it's not like I can point fingers. "Oh, okay, cool." There was a quick in-rush of air, and the shapeshifter was back in her pixie form; her tiny wings fluttered and flashed in the moonlight, and she playfully zipped around both animated corpse and spirit hound a few times before stopping to hover in front of DH's face, "Let outta howl if you can't keep up, okay?" And then she was off into the air like a rocket!

Gossamer returned to the room with a serving tray, laden with a pitcher of water, an ice bucket, a crystal decanter of brandy, a bottle of high-grade industrial lubricant and three glasses. At the sight of Sam in his current...configuration, she dropped the tray, or rather her hands did; her golden hair quickly snatched it out of the hair with only the minimal clinking of glass. Eyes closed, she gingerly placed the tray on a nearby table, a few fine strands feeling the way ahead. "Ah, I see...far too much, it seems. Protectron, please tell me you captured the whole transformation on video; I would hate for it to be repeated unnecessarily." She found a seat, fixed herself a drink and brought it over to herself, her golden pseudopods performing each task with great care and delicacy. A large sip seemed to calm her, and with great effort she finally managed to make eye contact with 'herself'. With an air of forced levity, she spoke to the shapeshifter. "Very impressive, Sam; it's not often one gets to see themselves so clearly." Suddenly finding the play of light over the ice in her glass fascinating, she continued. "Let's finish this phase of our project up shortly; there are a few other things I'd like to test, and I'm sure you both have more important things to do today."

Grim's got Create Object 8, making the bars Hardness 8 (iron).

Oh man, it's a frickin' unicorn! How smart are they supposed to be, anyway? He looks kinda pissed. This was something new for Grim; the creature appeared to be threatening, but beating up an animal really didn't appeal to her. Maybe if she could trap it? Still invisible to the naked eye (at least to most folks), Grim swiftly approached the unicorn, extended her hand and conjured up a large cage some twenty feet on a side. The bars appeared to be some sort of silvery metal but were as hard as iron. Once the cage was formed, the shapeshifter once again appeared. "We'll see if this can hold him...or her."

Grimnitiative! 1d20+12=24

Grim's voice seemed to come from more than one place a once, a slightly unnerving side effect of her disappearance. "I think Jack nailed it; bottled-up passions are probably sweeter than dewdrop wine to these hags." Unseen by normal human eyes, she crept closer to the secret garden in the back. "We've got a fairy ring, too, which might be a portal through the Veil, and I think it's still open. We could very quickly get a lot of company out of nowhere." There was a pause. "Possibly on horseback. If you've got an iron on ya, I'd get it out now; just, y'know, keep it away from me."

Gossamer rose somewehat unsteadily to her feet, with some assistance from her locks, and firmly shook the offered hand, a somewhat terse smile on her face. "Actually it's Doctor Estelle de Havilland, also known as Gossamer. Glad to be of help." She looked nervously skyward, shielding her eyes with her hand. "I do hope that young man is alright; I can't even see him up there."

Rolled for Grim...and got the same as Skill Mastery! Notice: 1d20+15=25 And Grim is using her Concealment 10, obviously.

Grim pursed her lips. "Hmm, guess I walked right into that one, huh? Well at least when I bamboozle a poor schmuck I have the decency to have feelings for him." She gave her teammate a playful wink. "Just don't tell Colt, alright?" As Nick explained the leanansidhe's modus operandi, the changeling began to feel a little sick to her stomach; the thought of what she could do with her own powers if she entirely without morals chilled her to the bone. The shapeshifter bowed in return and replied in her best Scarlet O'Hara, a hand on her modest chest. "Why thank you, kind suh; it's nice to see there are still a few gentleman up North." As she crept forward, she began to fade from sight until only her voice hung in the air like a mere gust of wind, and the door seemed to open by itself. "They might still be able to see me, but I figure it's worth a shot." Her keen senses on alert, she took a soundless step inside.

The intolerably lovely Grim frowned and muttered to herself. "You guys said you wanted him calm...ah, forget it." Noticing the pointedly nonchalant look on Jack's face, she checked her reflection in a small conjured mirror. "Whoa, that's a bit of overkill; sorry, guys." She shook herself like a wet dog, and the exotic glamour floated away in tatters, leaving her merely gosh darn pretty. "There we go, a bit safer, eh?" Crumpling the mirror into a ball of nothing, Grim nodded. "Yeah, sounds like it. Damn faeries are using the 'lovable screwball' routine to worm their way into these guys' hearts; that's low."