Heritage

Lynn turned her head and vigorously waved her hands, angry at herself for choosing this of all times to pick at old wounds. "Look, forget it; ancient history, like I said. There were things I should have done, too, so it's not all on you." She sighed and rubbed her face. "Just promise me you won't keep stuff like that from your next girlfriend, whoever she turns out to be; that kinda secret turns toxic real fast, and you only end up hurting the people you meant to protect." She gave him her most encouraging smile. "Do that for me, okay?"

The tiny shapeshifter winced in sympathy; there was nothing more painful that finding out your feelings aren't reciprocated that way. Now it was Grim's turn to clear her throat. "Uh, y'know what, forget about it; ancient history, right? I know it's a cliche and all, but I was a different person then, and now..." She took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Look, I'm glad we were together, even if we couldn't make it work out in the long run. For the record, I don't regret it at all; I am sorry that you had to carry the weight of that whole...pig thing on your shoulders by yourself." The lovely brunette got quiet as she picked at the mortar between the bricks with a talon. "You should have said something..."

Dr Estelle de Havilland nodded in agreement; she'd opted to wear her jumpsuit under her lab coat, feeling it best presented the image of a scientific hero. "Absolutely; and remember, you are prefectly within your rights to ask someone to leave the building, or even have them escorted out by security if they prove to be difficult. This is our new home for scientific endeavors, and we should all feel safe here."

Grim attempts to play matchmaker between Wesley and Silhoutte.

Grim snorted loudly. "I sure hope so! Those big batteries ain't cheap." She chucked the yo-yo off the roof, and watched as it faded into vapour as it fell. Then she fixed her ex-boyfriend with an inquisitive look. "So tell me about Robin; how come things didn't work out, do ya think?"

The Fens. November 28th, 2010. 10:16 pm On a rooftop a stone's throw from Broadway, Grimalkin was casually flicking a yoyo up and down and loudly snapping her gum, the very image of professionalism. This was the third night she'd been out with Wesley, and it was getting harder and harder to justify her time with him to her fiancé and teammate Colt; not that he was the suspicious type by nature, but even Grim had to agree this was pushing it a bit. She sighed as she leaned back against a crumbling brick chimney. "I dunno, maybe this was a stupid idea in the first place; I know it would be hard to find me on patrol if I didn't want to be seen." She tilted her head back and peered up at large yellow sign she'd conjured up on the side of the adjacent building, illuminated by several electric lanterns she picked up at the hardware store. "Do you think I should make it bigger?" It was currently fifty feet wide and twenty feet tall, and stated in large black block letters, SILHOUTTE, CAN WE TALK? SIGNED, KNIGHT A large arrow pointed down to the very rooftop they currently occupied; yep, Grim was officially done with the subtle approach.

So much for emotional appeals; looks like it's time to resort to violence! Grim suddenly dropped out of sight and quickly crossed the intervening space to take out the nearest bodyguard, suddenly reappearing as her wicked claws struck home. The sight of an otherwise prim Victorian lady screaming as she ripped into a Cossack was rather striking. "Yeaarh!" In a flash, she moved through the pack of them like a hot knife through butter, leaving them bloodied and unconscious as she stood panting, her breath an angry cloud about her face as tiny drops of crimson fell from her fingertips. <"You might want to think about running,"> she said in perfect Russian, an evil grin upon her face.

Slice-and-dice, baby! Sneak Attack on nearest guard: 1d20+27=39 Are the bodyguards close enough for Grim's Takedown Attack to kick in? She's got Move-By action as well.

Gossamer Brainiac Brunch Champagne Shenanigans Cry Havok! Date Patrol! Action and Romance! Two Heroes Unite! Whatever Walked There, Walked Alone Grimalkin Earth Victoriana: The Brit Machine Fair Ladies Life's Sweetest Reward No Place Like Home Stopping By For A Nice Little Chat Takes A Thief Zombie Powder is a Helluva Drug

Gossamer shrugged. "I don't mind a little gentlemanly behavior from time to time; it makes me feel all special and ladylike." After stopping to thank Dolly again for the wonderful service (no differently than she would the maitre d' at a five-star restaurant), Estelle stepped out into the night and strode over towards Mad Dog's motorcycle, once again weaving her hair into a golden helmet as she slung her hiker's Thermos full of coffee over her shoulder. "Do you have panniers to keep the food in? I don't want to risk dropping anything on the street."

Grim laughed and cupped her hands around her mouth as she playfully mocked him. "Wimp! Wimp!" "They don't come much scarier, and don't you forget it!" She waved good-bye as he roared off into the night, slowly shaking her head in admiration. "His greatest superpower? Riding a motorcycle with that damn hat on his head." With a sigh, she turned and began to trot after the departed lowlifes, looking forward to having herself a bit more fun.

The shapeshiofter nodded, rubbing her throat which was still a bit sore even after her hasty application of Xtreme Elfin Magic. As Grim walked slowly towards the van, she gave the unconcious Witchfinder a light kick in the butt as she passed him. Grim paused as she was about to climb into the wrecked van, shaking her head; her voice sounded a little hoarse and raspy when she spoke, like she had bad chest cold. "Don't ever apologize for lightsabering some douchebag into La-La-land, Jack; whatever gets the job done, right?" She gave Colt a relieved look. "We don't have time for vendettas." Once inside the van, she eagerly seized the surveilance gear, being careful to alter her gloves to cover her fingertips, to avoid adding her prints to the evidence. "Ooh, lookie here; who was in the A/V club in high school?"

Lynn grinned wryly as she began to write again on the board. "Yeah, I know that smile; you're a little sweet on her." She added a few more notes. STEALTH/INVISIBILTY NOT A NINJA (PROBABLY) WES THINKS SHE'S CUTE Putting down the chalk, she folded her arms and sighed. "This is gonna be a challenge..." Lynn shook her head. "Nope, not really." She dismissed the chalkboard with a wave of her hand, then rubbed her face. "Tell you what, I'm gonna hit the streets, maybe make a few calls, and see what I come up with; most crimefighters work a favorite beat, so at the very least I'll see what part of town we should go lookin' for her in." She affectionately patted his arm, then started to head for the door. "I'll give you a call when I've got something, alright?" Then she stopped and gave him a nostalghic little smile. "Don't worry; I've still got your number."

That works for me; should I post next to that effect?

Grim frowned and she looked at both her own and the younger Espadas' outfits. "Mmm, I'm thinkin' you don't get to talk, Scarecrow of Oz; you cannot begin to understand how annoying this is." The shapeshifter made a disgusted face. "Ugh, I hope not, but you might be right. We better not be so trapped in our roles that I'm somehow not allowed to beat people up, because then I will frickin' flip out." Sparkle Magic Princess Grim nodded. "Yeah, that works for me; we can do a lot more damage if we're airborne." At the sight of the carpet, Grim's eyes went huge as she giddly jumped up and down, one hand thrust in the air. "Omigod, ohmigod, I call 'shotgun'! I've only wanted to be Princess Jasmine since I was five!" :awesome:

Still waitin' on you, bro! :D

Estelle nodded. "Excellent! I'm looking forward to meeting them!" She was looking forward to embarrsing Corbin by complimenting on how well the raised him. However, they were almost to the host when he made an announcement. The blonde heroine frowned and chewed her lip morosely. "How wonderful, a kink in our perfect plan. Well maybe we can at least salvage our dance." She headed for the temporary stage. "Come on, let's see if I can charm McSleazy into playing something he didn't actually write." :roll: Adjusting her dress to best effect, she approached the notorious party animal and musical lowlife with her most dazzling smile. "Good evening, Mr. McSleaze! I'm a huge fan, but I was wondering if you could start us off tonight with a little G'n'R, specifially 'Sweet Child o' Mine'?"

Dok's hypothesis is correct; Lynn made a Toughness 4 recreation of her beloved Blue Bomber that will not run. I leave it up to you to describe his findings.

Grim couldn't help but beam with pride as the good doctor crowed with delight over her creation; sadly she could never get enough positive attention from authority figures, and she took this opportunity to bask in it. "Uh..." She frowned somewhat uncertainly; whether due to some inherent mental block or just her own beliefs over how her powers worked, Lynn very rarely made anything 'modern' or even metallic. But was there any real reason why she shouldn't be able to? The Jersey girl had never, despite having a dad who loved machines and idolized Bruce Springsteen, been much of a car enthusiast, so it took her a few seconds to picture a specific vehicle in her head. But once one did bubble to the surface, she realized there was really only one viable choice. The Blue Bomber. The Shuttlecraft. The USS Aerostar. With a nostalgic smile on her face, Lynn closed her eyes and held out her hand as she pictured her dad's beloved 1986 Ford Aerostar in all its glory, her family's primary form of transportation throughout her childhood. It was a seven-person passenger van of wonder, cruising down the Garden State Parkway for lazy summer weekends full of salt water taffy, tuna melts and sunburn in the Wildwoods, featuring loud off-key sing-a-longs to her dad’s Lena Lovich tapes (“Ooh ooh OOH ooh!â€). Rides home from gymnastic practice frequently turned into manic space adventures, with Captain Commander Dad barking out orders as she frantically riffled through the glove compartment in search of those elusive dilithium crystals, yelling back in her adopted Scottish brogue that the Aerostar couldn’t take much more of this of punishment. The day she knew she loved her family, really really loved them, was the day her dad suddenly announced out of the blue they had to ‘brace for impact’, and all of them, even her frequently-difficult mom, shook from side-to-side in perfect unison. She opened her tear-filled eyes, and there it was, in all its glory; stroking the side of the van with tentative fingers, she smiled as she spoke just above a whisper. “I love you, Aerostar.â€

Grim starts each thread with 3 HP; I don't think she's gained or lost any since, but I coud be forgetting something.

Gossamer was relieved that the impromptu team had worked together so well to save the many civilians at risk; however, she then heard Viktor's voice ring out in a rather sinister fashion! Is Havok mind controlling him?! Wait, no, it's just a trick; oh no! Seeing exactly what the good doctor was up to, the blonde heroine leaped into action, running across the rooftop at full speed with her hair forming a series of tenrils; once she was close enough to reach the dish, she lashed several golden limbs around its superstucture and sent a few more zipping over the tarpaper to find anchorpoints on any solid-looking vent or outcrop. "Come on, we all need to grab it!"

Grim rolls her own Initiative! (1d20+12) clatter "Woo-hoo, I got a 24! I take a five foot step and engage the goblin bandit!" clatter "Does a 27 hit 'im?" ;)

Estelle whooped in delight at Victory's impressive finale and vigorously applauded. "Brilliant, just brilliant! Very well done indeed!" Then she turned to her current companion and smiled. "So Corbin, should we go and ask Felix if he can provide us with a little dance music? I'm in a much better mood already!" She offered her arm once again. I really should to be doing this with a somewhat older man. Oh well, no harm done, I suppose.

Gossamer shook her head and waved a dismissive hand, happy to move forward with their dicussion and plan-making. The blonde heroine nodded, impressed with Greg's dedication. "Good for you! I myself have been a little too reactive in my heroic activities, waiting to hear the call, as it were. That's one of the many reasons I was happy to meet with you tonight." At last the rest of the food arrived in styrofoam containers in plastic bag; Estelle offered Dolly her debit card, firmly holding up her hand against any possible protests. "If you want to pay next time, that's fine; I have no secret identity to lose, so I have no problem using my card tonight." Once she'd signed for the food and coffee (providing their waitress with a generous tip), Gossamer beamed as she rose out of the booth, grabbing her things with golden strands. "Shall we?"

Grim obligingly followed the German genius to the gymnasium, looking around at all the bits of excercise equipment with vague interest. "Hmm? Oh, I dunno; I guess the swiming pool at my birthday party back in June, but that was just, y'know, like a giant tub. Not a lot of mass or volume." She started to pace out the floor, head bowed deep in thought. "Biggest thing I ever made, biggest thing I ever made..." Suddenly she held out her hands, sending tendrils of vapor outward that wove under and into each other, leaving in their wake...a gingerbread house! It was easily fifty feet on a side and had a sharply-peaked roof that rose two stories tall; all the windows were trimmed in licorice and snow made of white frosting laid on the ginger snap shingles. The style was vaguely Alpine and it smelled simply delicious. "So, would you like a glass of milk to go with that?" ;)