Heritage

Indeed! I'll do a wrap-up post, unless anyone objects.

When the various theories are suggested, Grim slowly shakes her head. "I bet you any money it's the fae; we all suck so much, only this time maybe literally." Stroking her chin, she considers her lovesick captive. "Well let's try fighting fire with fire, I guess." She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and just let the glamour flow out of her body; the small brunette suddenly seemed to glow from within, and the rich smells of the forest, spring flowers and just a tantalizing hint of musk filled the nostrils of all present. Her eyes opened, deep brown portals like grottoes one would gladly loose oneself in. Her hair curled like vines, and when she spoke it was like a small gentle hand playfully running down the spine. "Hello, friend! Stay awhile and talk with us! Tell us tales of love and passion, and young men driven mad by desire!"

Grim's gonna activate her Enhanced Charisma and go for a Diplomacy check. 1d20+18=38 Sweet Zombie Jebus! :shock:

Grim stuck her head back into the limo, which had thankfully come to a stop at an intersection, and peered about dubiously. "Yeah, okay...I guess we're safe." She quickly climbed back inside and slammed the door. Wagging a finger at the younger heroine, she chuckled nervously. "You really had me worried there; just the whole way the limo was sent to me, y'know, when I can fly suddenly sounded all sketchy." She sighed deeply. "Sorry to be such a nervous twitch; I've just got a lot on my mind right now. Anyways, I think we're almost there." Indeed the limo soon pulled to a stop, and the driver came around to open the door; Grim was about to step out onto the curb, but stopped herself at the last minute. "Uh, hey Wisp; you want me to be in in costume or street clothes? 'Cause I can obviously whip up some normal threads real quick."

Grim slowly lowered her captive down to street level, still holding on tightly to his collar; once his feet were on terra firma, she resumed her own size. She recognized Gabriel from a trip to prison several months ago, but the other hero was unfamiliar. She offered a casual wave with her free hand. "Hey there Gabe, nice to see you again." Then her gaze fell on Nick. "You. I don't think I know." She extended her hand for a surprisingly firm handshake. "Grimalkin, pleased to meetcha." The changeling jerked a thumb in Jack's direction. "I'm in the Interceptors with Zorro here. So what're we thinkin', guys, mind control?"

I'm feeling like maybe we should wind this one down; anyone want to keep going?

Gossamer raced across the airstrip, her long golden hair billowing behind her like the tail of a comet. She might not be down yet; who knows what protective properties that technology possesses? Nimbly jumping over bits of the plane wreckage, she came upon Natasha, raising herself up on one arm. Can't give her the chance! Leaping into the air, Estelle brought the full mass of her locks down on the fallen woman with a resounding crash. "Hhhhhhh-yah!" As she crouched panting on the ground, Gossamer slowly reeled the golden fibers back, revealing the unconscious form of Natasha; several strands checked her pulse at various locations as they passed, and her breathing was regular. Only after she was able to catch her breath did Estelle realize she'd struck a woman who was already down; true, she might have still posed a threat, but her actions were nonetheless telling. She wasn't just some researcher with a bizarre gift anymore; she'd finally become a warrior herself. "Is everyone...is everyone alright?"

No one shrugs off a Gossamer hair slap! Power AttacK +5! 1d20+5=8 Grr, next month I boost her Attack score. Spend HP for reroll! 1d20+5=16 Oh for the love of...does that even hit? DC vs Damage will be 30 on the off-chance it does.

Lynn's ears perked up at the sound of the frightened crowd. "Oh crap! I'll meet you over there, bud!" With a sharp in-rush of air, the changeling shrank down to her tiny pixie form and zipped her way through the throng until she had sufficient altitude to see what exactly was going on. She caught sight of several men in various stages of 'about to die', and dove down to nearest one; grasping his jacket collar with her diminutive yet mighty arms, she lifted him clear of the ledge with a thrum of her small gossamer wings. Craning her neck, she yelled in his ear. "So forgive my rudeness, but what the hell, dude! Are you that eager to die?"

Lynn shook her head. "Yeah, me, I don't think I could hack teaching; I'd get frustrated and way too pushy, or like go for the zany Bill Nye approach and burn the school down." She sighed and continued to enjoy the dance. "My hat goes off to you guys; if I ran this country, you'd be paid more than CEOs." When Carson began to sing, the tiny student smiled and closed her eyes. "Ah, Elvis; I know it's kinda cliche, but it might be nice to play this at our wedding this June." She shrugged. "Assuming my fiance isn't repelled by the thought."

Lynn clucked her tongue at the sight of the pretty young girl in the swimsuit, sounding a bit like a Jewish mother. "<Tch, you poor pale little thing; you need to get some color! Maybe we can get you a sunlamp in here.>" The shapeshifter chuckled and nodded, hands on her hips. "" Then she looked thoughtful. "" Impatient to get into the water (and more or less immune to chilly conditions), Lynn dismissed her shades and tossed the beach ball into the pool. "" She shrank down to pixie size, zipped up to the skylight above the pool, then resumed her normal form and dropped like a rock. "" Splash!

Grim's smile was gone in a second as her mouth just hung open. "Uh..." She began to fidget and peer out the windows. "You don't think...I mean, you're just starting out, right? And the Interceptors, we're just not scary enough to have those kinds of enemies..." Suddenly she slammed the control of the electric window, with lowered it by less than an inch. "C'mon, let's get outta here, 'cause you're starting to freak me out." Suddenly the changeling's body liquified before Wisp's eyes, and the blue-gray ooze rose up and squirted out into the street! Seconds later, Grim's nervous face popped back up into view. "Are you coming or what?"

There was a sharp intake of breath, and then the real Estelle turned her head to one side as she spoke to the helpful robot. "Protectron, would you be able to record everything...currently on display, in high definition, if at all possible?" She then took a few brisk steps towards the door, pausing in the doorway. "I'll just give you two a moment while I fix myself a drink; can I get either of you anything?" Her tone was calm and even, bearing only the slightest edge of strain.

Lynn was running on little more than pastries, iced mochas and bride-to-be fever as she dragged poor Erik around half of Riverside in search of the perfect bridesmaid gifts. She never bothered to make fully clear why his input was needed, other than some flimsy excuse that he knew his sister's taste the best, though her Christmas gift showed she actually had fairly good instincts in this area. Sporting her usual jeans, hi-tops and Freedom College hoodie, she briefly released the elder Espadas' hand to run up to a small shop's display, eyes wide with wonder. "Omigod, look at those boots!" She turned to face Erik, excitedly pointing at the coveted footwear. "Tell me your sister wouldn't look amazing in those!"

So are Jack and Grim hanging out in Riverside for some reason? I know it's one of her favorite neighborhoods. It could be something wedding-related, I guess, though I'm open to suggestions.

Gossamer The Eagle has Landed Outdoor Show There's A Little Grue In All Of Us Grimalkin A Fair Day Interceptors: Planning for the Big Day Manic Pixie Dream Girls Near Mint Condition Place Your Bets, Ladies! Somewhere That's Green A Star is (re-) Born Three of a Kind Whole Kit and Kaddishle

What a dreadful person! Happy for the aerial distraction (but much less happy that is was a teenager in the Russian criminal's sights), Gossamer sent a wave of her hair snapping in the woman's direction; just before her own blow landed, the young Russian girl worked her teleportation trick again, so that the whip of hair struck mere seconds after her punches fell and she was gone. Estelle sucked cold night air through her teeth; she just missed hitting the poor thing!

Gossamer's going for a good ol' fashioned hair strike. To hit: 1d20+10=27. Shaka-BOOM! DC 25 Toughness save vs Damage, beeyoch!

Lynn appraised the young woman with frank interest, but more like a potter assessing his clay. "" And a hanger with a dark blue and white swimsuit from another era appeared. ",<Or we can take a daring leap into the Twentieth Century and just go nuts.>" In her other hand appeared a very 90s one-piece with a sort of tie-dye look. "" Standing gracefully on one foot, she extended the other leg and conjured up a classic English beach hut with her toe. ""

Okay, I hope I can do everything I just posted! I know I'm using Extra Effort to get Gliding as an AP, but otherwise I'm not sure how to make it work in terms of the rules.

Why are there so many children in the woods tonight? Alarmed to see yet another young person enter the fray (even though they both clearly had powers of their own), Gossamer swung into action, quite literally. In a flash, her golden cloud of hair unfurled and formed two thick tentacles that shot up into the nearby trees; with an angry cry, she hoisted herself high into the air in a graceful arc, and at the apogee created a huge pair of shimmering wings. Both fists before her, she aimed herself like an arrow at first of the gun runners, hoping against hope that this would actually work.

The dimuntive Interceptor rocked back on her hands. "F###ing insane and f###ing awesome! He was locked up in the Tower of London when I found him, which was kinda sad, and we exchanged gifts of art; I made him a chair. I'll have to show you the painting he did for me. I was kind of hiding it, not sure what to do with it, to be honest; I think it's down in the Underground with all the other priceless treasures I seem to keep accumulating." Lynn made a face at the mention of the veal, but offered no further comment. "Uh, I'll have the mushroom soup and the cheese ravioli, please. Thanks." Once the waiter left, she nodded for Carrie to continue.

Grim blinked in surprise. "Oh wow! Mutt the talking ghost dog, huh?" She gave him a casual wave. "Nice to meecha!" The tiny shapeshifter thoughtfully stroked her chin. "Okay, yeah, now that you mention it, you are sporting kind of a new look, more like...beef jerky than cajun gumbo. I like it, it suits you!" Clapping her hands together, she indicated the West End's direction with a jerk of her head. "So unless you can fly - which, I dunno, maybe you can now - I can carry you with my itty-bitty twig-like arms all the way to back to Elmweir." She adopted a classic Muscle Beach pose, and her biceps swelled like loafs of bread. "I'm a lot stronger than I look, y'know. You can come, too, Mutt!" Then she stopped to scratch her head. "Once we, uh, figure out the logistics..."

Grim nodded in Mona's direction. "Yeah, the issue with leaving the country is my Uncle Karl and his plus one, since this is just a good behaviour furlough for him; I'm sure we can come up with something here in town, though." Then she turned to Eli. "I've been trying to keep the guest list small, but I still keep coming up with thirty-six people from my family, which I know is small from a wedding point of view but still seems like quite a handful." She gestured to take in the rest of the room. "All of you are invited, obviously, and will make up the wedding party, along with my sister Eddi and whoever else Colt wants on his team." She sighed as she picked up her own figurine from the Silbermann's mock-up and studied is carefully. "Assuming Dok's polite but totally understandable decline, that puts as at..." She counted off on her fingers. "Forty...three? Forty-four with the rabbi. And I'd kinda like to see our married heroic buddies there, if at all possible, so that Jack, Taylor, Derrick and Stesha, which pretty much maxes us out. Maybe like a guy on jazz flute for accompaniment?" Placing the figure back in its spot, she shook her head. "I dunno, maybe I should just leave off some of my cousins, nieces and nephews; they might have trouble keeping 'Auntie Sheri's secret' anyway..." She stopped, looked around at the others and pointed at herself. "Uh, my family all calls me 'Sheri' or 'Sher'; I go by 'Lynn' here because I think it sounds better."

Lynn nodded slowly. "" The thought clearly made her a little uncomfortable, just because she really didn't know Etain all that well. "" "" She attempted to study the other girl's body to conjure up a swimsuit, but found it a bit hard to judge her shape under all the fabric. ""