Heritage

So both Gossamer and Grim aren't in a lot of threads right now, which I'd really love to rectify. Anyone looking to thread with a PL12 or PL15? Gossamer is more sciencey and Grim is more magicky, not that either can't do the other.

Gossamer quickly followed the others, catching up with her own hair (sadly, not for the first time), which returned to its normal length. "His camera is missing," the blonde heroine announced. "Which to be honest makes me suspect a very living entity grabbed him; would a ghost want to get rid of evidence of itself?" She then waved a deferential hand in Nick's direction. "Not that I speak with the voice of authority on the subject."

Okay, Grim is doing a kip up with her Mastered Acrobatics, then stunting Ranged onto her Claw attack, conjuring up a throwing knife instead of getting up close and personal. I think the attack roll is still the same? Blowing an HP to erase fatigue. To hit with 'Thrown Claws': 1d20+12=21 DC 25 Toughness, or would this count as a sneak attack? DC 27 if it does. Again, so sorry for holding up this thread so much :(

From her position lying on the floor playing possum, Grim wasn't able to see exactly what Edge had done, but judging from the young tsar's reaction, it had been horrifically effective. The Russians had made the mistake of pushing the normally cheerful hero too far, and now they were paying dearly for that mistake. Better act now! In a flash, the apperently resurrected shapeshifter flipped up to her feet, quickly waved to her fellow Freedonians to show she was alright, and then in one swift action conjured up a wicked-looking knife and hurled it right at Rasputin!

What's the status on this one these days?

Gossamer Champagne Shenanigans There's A Little Grue In All Of Us Welcome to The Lab! Whatever Walked There, Walked Alone When The Moon Hits Your Eye News post (including floorplan of her new HQ) Grimalkin Earth Victoriana: The Brit Machine Fair Ladies Somewhere That's Green Stopping By For A Nice Little Chat A Very Interceptors Christmas Worst New Years Ever News post

I need to post, for one thing; sorry, holidays plus work madness!

Grim's eyebrows went up as Dok began to rattle off plans for producing the holiday classic. Wow, he gets so enthusiastic these days! She waited for him to pause for breath, then cleared her throat. "Um, okay, yeah, I guess I'd be up for that. I'm a little fuzzy on the story, to be honest because, y'know, Jew, but I know it's some sort of ballet, right? With magic and pixies and toy solders and stuff?" She chewed her lip a bit and looked down at the tiny doll cradled in her arms. "What do you think?" The mannikin merely shrugged in a gesture very much like her 'mother'. "Well, I guess I wouldn't be the first Jew to work on a Christmas pagent. Is there a video I can rent to get the basics?"

Notice check for Gossamer: 1d20+6=23 Not to shabby! So what do I win? :P

Oh noes! A friend of mine just fought the Krampus in a Xmas-themed Vampire LARP, said it was a blast :D

Okay, this might be pushing it, but the idea is Grim uses Bluff (Autocheck 28) to Trick the guy into running into the wall; if my post isn't quite kosher, I can always edit.

To Grim, there are few things in life more satisfying than knocking some criminal on his ass, and she paused for a moment to enjoy the sight of her quary sitting there dumbfounded as the slush slowly soaked into his pants. Looking up, she saw that the home-schooled heroine appeared to have the situation well in hand, complete with a very nice looking pig sticker! Wow; unless she was somehow hiding on that on her person (eek!), she must have created it like me and Edge make stuff. Interesting! Trusting that either herself or the strange girl could catch Mister Soggypants if he made a run for it, the shapeshifter quickly turned her attention back to the last of the not-so-smooth criminals who was still hoofing it for freedom. Oh I'll give him something to run from! The tiny faerie dropped to the ground like a stone, and an instant later a massive black panther was in its place! Bounding after her prey, Grim let out a savage growl just so she could see the punk's terrified expression as he looked over his shoulder and began running for dear life. An idea bubbled to the surface of her scheming little brain, and the cat adjusted the angle of her pursuit slightly, ferociously growling once again; eyes bugging out of his head, the guy screamed bloody murder and put the pedal to the metal, until with a final burst of speed he ran smack into the side of Barry's Pottery Shack, and fell to the ground, nursing a bloody nose. Ah, now that’s one for the scrapbook!

The lovely blonde heroine laughed and fluttered her eyelashes coquettishly. "Why Mr Fassbinder, I'd be delighted; preferably something in a waltz, if you can manage it. And thank you so much!" She leaned in to give him a quick peck on both cheeks, then fetched her shoes from under the stage with a quick flick of her hair; Estelle was all smiles and back in her heels by the time she and Corbin met on the dance floor. "Back at last! For a minute there I wasn't sure I would find you in one piece!" As she placed her hands in the proper positions for their dance, she nodded in Etain's direction. "You have a good friend there; from where I was standing, it looked like she handled the situation quite well." And then they began, Gossamer proving to be fairly accomplished though no ballroom champ; they made a handsome, if somewhat age-inappropriate, couple.

Thank God he was a good kisser; this was rarely a dealbreaker for Estelle, since good kissing can always be taught, but it saved so much time! It was like being able to skip the appetizer and go straight for dessert. Estelle laughed, her breath warm on Gregory's face. "Well we'd better, because I don't know how much we're going to do tonight..." Suddenly her hands were around the back of his head, her fingers entwined in his hair as she returned his passionate kiss, the mask carefully removed and set aside by her other limbs. Damn it, that feels good! Her last relationship had been with a goddess, which was by its very nature amazing, but she hadn't kissed a good-looking guy in a long time. At last she let him up for air, and she found herself giggling like a teenager, a goofy grin plastered across her flushed face. "Hi Greg! This sure is nice, isnt it?"

Estelle's well-trained ear picked up on the little quivers in his voice, and she did her best to hide a smile. "That sounds nice; I like jazz well enough." Then the lovely blonde stopped herself as her blue eyes gazed intently into his eyeholes. "You know, we're not fighting the forces of evil just now; perhaps you could..." Like playful little fingers, several tendrils worked themselves around the edges of his mask, lightly tickling his cheeks as they raised it up to expose his handsome face. She traced the line of his strong jaw with a gloved finger. "There you are! If you're worried about binoculars or the like, I can adjust our little shelter a bit." The golden blanket shifted forward, until the two heroes were completely covered by a shimmering tent that simmered with the warmth of their bodies. "And now, no one will know that I did this..." She leaned forward and gently kissed Gregory, her lips just stroking his own like a pair of smoldering coals.

It occured to me that even though Grim is Jewish, she'd still love to spend at least part of Christmas with her team, assuming everyone else was up for some holiday cheer. Anyone up for some gift-giving in the Brownstone?

For the record, Gossamer's hair can extend up to a hundred feet, and the thousands of fine fibers give her Analytic Touch.

A nameless dread was building in Estelle's stomach; it might have been merely her mind playing tricks on her in such a highly suggestible setting, but it felt like an instinctual response to something very real, but just outside of her perception. However once the hapless cameraman was snatched, it became instantly clear that any fears she had were entirely justified. "Damn it, I'll see if I can reach him!" She sent several tendrils darting after the man, shooting down the corridor like frenzied golden snakes. Send her hair forward into the complete unknown was always unnerving, and she felt mildy sick to her stomach at the thought of what she might end up touching with her sensitive fibers.

Gossamer stepped to the podium, her hair cascading down her back, and offered those in attendance a warm smile. “Ladies and gentlemen, members of the press and distinguished guests; I am Dr. Estelle de Havilland, and on behalf of myself and my fellow partners in scientific endeavor, I’d like to officially welcome you all to ‘the Lab’, a facility dedicated to spearheading scientific research, utilizing not only state-of-the art facilities but also the many and varied gifts of our diverse and talented members. We at the Lab could not be more excited to have the opportunity to open our doors and invite you to have a look around at a place that I like to think of as ‘a world of pure imagination’, as the great Willy Wonka might say.†She paused and then smiled a silly little smirk. “But please don’t sample the Fizzy Lifting Drinks; they’re still in the development phase.†After waiting for the amused response to die down, she turned to indicate the equally impressive woman standing nearby with a nod. “I would now like to yield the podium to my distinguished colleague, Miss Americana. Thank you.â€

Sorry, I was kind of rushed when I posted earlier today, and didn't have time for an OOC post. DC 20 Toughness save.

Normally Grim was pretty quick on the uptake, but this time she realized with some embarrassment that she'd completely misread the situation; this girl wasn't a LARPer, she was some sort of superperson, which explained her being drawn to the fight instead of fleeing like a sensible person. Her speech was kind of odd and stilted, so maybe she was Amish or home schooled. "Oh okay, now I get it; nice work with the chains there." Noticing the two dudes running, she shrunk into her pixie form with a sharp intake of air, then zoomed after the fleeing figures. "Be right back!" She balled up her fists like a pair of hard angry peas and made a beeline for the back of the nearest crook's head.

Estelle finished chewing her current mouthful and washed it down with a swig of coffee. "Mmm, well, now that were eating, I think we should wait until we're done; just watch for any gut punches, because that would be horrifically painful on a full stomach." She grimaced and shook her head at the thought, then switched topics slightly. "So, if tonight's patrol turns out well, would you like to continue on a regular basis, maybe once a week? I can make a homemade pizza next time and pack a few slices for you."

Hmm, might be a good idea to get Grim in here too, especially since both Push and Colt are in it Unless having another PL15 in the mix makes things overly complicated, which I would completely understand.

"Yeah, my dad's Italian eyes; Mom's are gray like a wolf." Ever so gently, Grim reached out for the tiny childlike doll, who at first seemed very nervous about the transfer, refusing to let go of Dok's arm. Grim offered her a hopeful smile and held out her hands. "It's okay; I promise I won't bite. Mommy's just having a bad day, is all." How weird to hear those words come out of her own mouth! At last, with one last look back at the Man in the Labcoat, the manikin let go, and made herself comfortable in Grim's slender but firm arms. "Wow, you hardly weigh a thing! We need to get some matzo ball soup in you asap! Or we would, if you had like a stomach and stuff." Should she let the small creature continue to exist, or was it best to soon dispell it before she became too attached? Probably too late for that already... The shapeshifter also found it was hard to take her eyes off her small creation, but she finally managed to do so. "Hmm? Oh yeah, that was cool!" Then her eyes narrowed and she grew somewhat wary. "Waitaminute, what exactly do you have in mind?"

Grim shook her head in mock disappointment. "Nope, see you're not getting it; first off, it's your carpet, so you have to fly it. And second of all, you've gotta to sit on it, kinda towards the back, with your arms and legs folded and bellow out something like, 'Carpet, I command you to arise!' Y'know, get it the spirit of the thing; and don't be afraid to look stupid, because we're all bozos on this bus, as my dad likes to say." She then seated herself at the front of the ornate rug with her legs primly folded, and shook out her hair so that it would blow dramatically over her shoulders once they were airborne. "Ready for take-off, Cap'n Puffypants!"