Heritage

Grim hates being shot in the face! Toughness save vs facial impact: 1d20+14=22 Two quick questions: 1) Is she considerd flat-footed? If so, that's actually a 18, and I'll probably want to blow the HP on a reroll. 2) This is based off of Grim's current Toughness; back in February, she didn't have Protection 6 If she's flat-footed and we're using February stats, she may be missing a head unless I blow that HP :o

Lynn nodded and smiled. "Sure, that sounds cool." Suki didn't look exactly thrilled at the situation; her previous experience with ex-girlfriends showing up had been mostly unpleasant, but Wesley was the boss and seemed to have everything under control, so she rather glumly headed up front. For her part, Lynn was fascinated by the various sights and smells of the studio: the pungent mix of rubbing alcohol, ink and (eek!) traces of human blood, as well as the vivid designs displayed on the wall and the even more impressive tats on the clients and Wesley's staff, were almost overwhelming. Thankfully the break area was much more subdued and inviting, and Grim happily found a place on the couch. "Who, me? Nah, I'm all about self-service these days." She held out her hand, and a ridiculously tall and elaborate fountain drink appeared in a swirl of vapor; it appeared to be in the shake or malt family, with tons of whipped cream, nuts and wafers sticking out of the fluted glass, and a bright red cherry on top. A long silver spoon appeared in her other hand, and the changeling eagerly dug in like it was no big deal. “So, I was kinda in the neighborhood, and I thought to myself, ‘I wonder how Wes is holding up after all the craziness this year?’ I got the sense from Robin that things were kinda rocky between you two, and I felt kinda responsible, what with my self-righteous tirade about the head and all. Plus, y’know, I’ve always wanted to see where you work!" She offhandedly gestures with the spoon, which sends an arc of whipped cream and hot fudge through the air, but thankfully it melts back into vapor before it hits anything of value. "So how are you, Wes?" Her tone seemed casual, but her intense focus on her frozen concoction betrayed deeper concern.

Aww, he still fears me! She smiled broadly as she approached him, arms out for a friendly hug. "Hey there, stranger! How's it goin'?" Her head came up to his chest, but she had the grip of a freakin' bear. There was a small noise; Lynn's head jerked up, and her eyes fell on Suki hovering in the doorway, the curtain drapped over one shoulder, not sure if she should stay for her boss's sake or disappear in back. The tiny brunette gave her an icy look that sent her scurrying in back, then turned her gaze back to Wesley, her big brown eyes warm once again. "Look, do you have a few minutes? I'm sure you're a busy guy, so I don't wanna take up too much of your time, but I wanted to ask you somethin', y'know, if I could."

Lynn nodded as she spun on her heel and headed inside to the kitchen. "Gotcha, Earl Grey comin' right up." With Tayla being a bit of an old-fashioned girl, the shapeshifter filled up the teapot and put it on the stove (she usually used the microwave to heat water), then snagged two cups and the butter cookie tin they kept all the teabags in. She dropped the teabags into the cups (she was having Mint Medley) and then hopped up on the counter, danging her feet into space as she called out to the team's AI. "Vince, can you see if Colt and Fulcrum are available? Might as well get everyone in on this."

Grimalkin seeks out Knight to see how he's doing after he and Robin split.

Knight's Ink Tattoo and Body Art Studio. Friday, November 12th, 2010. 1:35 pm. A slightly-built young brunette came in off the street and gazed at the thousands of sample designs up on the walls of the gallery, in a million different colors. She wore a Freedom College hoodie, tight jeans and a well-worn pair of leather hiking shoes. "Whoa." Behind the glass-and-chrome counter, Suki looked up from her anatomy textbook and smiled; she was a young Japanese-American with a short hair dyed bright purple, and her arms crawled with ink, mostly images borrowed from classical Japanese woodcuts. She had several silver studs in both ears, her nose and lower lip. The newcomer wore her hair short and was cute as a button, but wore minimal make-up and didn't even have pierced ears; Suki cleared her throat and offered a friendly greeting to the obvious neophyte. "Hi, welcome to Knight's Ink! How can I help you?" The small girl finally managed to tear her eyes away from the designs and step over to counter, smiling nervously. "Oh, hi; I'm sorry, I'm not here for any work, though your stuff is obviously way cool." She indicated her own ear, then gestured towards the Asian girl. "I love all the silver, very pretty." Suki beamed. "Thank you! I had most of them done here. So, how can I help you? I'm Suki, by the way." "Hi Suki, I'm Lynn. I was hoping to see Wesley; is he here today?" The tattooed girl's smile wavered for a minute, but she stayed professional. "Of course! He's in back, but he might be with a client. Give me one second, I'll check." Suki stepped out from behind the counter a bit faster than she meant to, then headed to the back of the gallery, under the curtain and into the studio proper, where three artists in blue latex gloves were working on clients in dentist chairs, while a handsome young African-American man was speaking on his cellphone, pacing at the back of the studio. Not wanting to disturb him, Suki grabbed a sketchpad and a pen, and scribbled a note which she held up under her unhappy-looking face. 'I THINK YOUR WEIRD LITTLE EX-GIRLFRIEND IS HERE!'

Lynn peered down at the small pink spot on her arm, all that remained of her brush with iron. "Huh. Well whaddya know? Yeah, okay, bring on the next diabolical torture device, Herr Doktor!" She laid back on the examination table with her hands tucked behind her head. "Y'know it never even occured to me, but I guess you're right; I guess I kinda am a fairy princess." The changeling chuckled and shook her head. "Back in high school I called myself the 'Jewish Ninja Princess'; guess I was closer to the truth than I thought!" As she waited for the next test, she thought back over her family tree. "Well, my great-grandfather Ira was the Amazing Al-Kazar, as I told all you guys on my birthday; he did magic, so maybe his powers were faerie-based, too. Other than that, not much I can think of; my mom said she once heard a voice when she was up in the attic at my Great-Aunt Mo's house when there was nobody there, which really freaked her out. She was like nine or ten, I think."

Estelle laughed and shook her head. "Ah Corbin, there are so many things you don't know about me...and hopefully never will. Estelle is fine, thank you." Once Victory hit the sky, all eyes were upon him as he began an simply gorgeous display, turning the sky into his canvas. Between Viktor, Fulcrum and him, it was an extravaganza of light. Still wrapped in her golden shawl, Gossamer's face remained upturned as the colors of the night played across her lovely face. And then Corbin had to ruin the moment by talking... :roll: Ah, the verbosity of the teenaged poet! When Corbin finished, a single golden tendril extended to point out Viktor Archeville as Estelle spoke, her eyes still fixed on the sky and a wry grin on her face. "Ask Viktor; I'm sure he can set you up." ;)

Hi Kav, I remember you! Our two characters were in a thread together called I believe Parkside Angels, so at least one character will remember her if you reactivate her :D

Just so folks know, Grim now has Concealment 10 (albeit with a few Flaws), so Jackie B can no longer sense her with his magic vision, though Phantom still can since her's penetrates Concealment. Now Jackie B will know true fear :twisted:

"Well I was the one who was dumb enough to give her an open invite to our house, so if she steals anything, it's coming out of my paycheck." Grim's disembodied voice was followed shortly by her actual body, which materialized on the patio next to Jill, leaning over the railing. She looked to be wearing an oversized Freedom Collge sweatshirt, baggy khaki shorts and a pair of white socks. The changeling grinned and shook her head at the supposedly reformed cat burglar. "Hi Talya. You want some tea while you're casually casing the joint? We've got Earl Grey and a bunch of Celestial Seasonings."

She shrugged, which brought on a minor wince. "I'd tried in the past to take on non-human or at least human-like forms, and always failed, which to be honest pissed me off; little Vicky Atom could do it, but I couldn't? Didn't seem fair somehow." She sighed and adjusted herself slightly on the table, peering curiously at Dok's scanner from time to time. “But somehow when I came back from Avalon, it was like suddenly I had this itch I couldn't scratch, or like...a thought nagging at the back of my mind, or a word on the tip of my tongue. I just knew I could do it, and then I did it.†She sighed and shook her head sadly. “Makes no sense, I know, but magic rarely does, at least not in a rational logical way. And no, no luck with mermaids or anything else I tried, though to be honest I didn’t really push myself too hard at the time.†At this, Lynn laughed out loud. “Oh man, that was the craziest night of my life!†She stopped and looked thoughtful. “Well, top five at least; I’ve had some pretty crazy nights over the years.†She sat up so she could better see the German uber-genius as she continued. “So I go meet this Silver guy, who the Queen sort of hinted might know something of my bloodline, which is actually called the Line of Silver, y'know, which kinda makes sense.†She rapped her knuckles firmly against the examining table. “Guess what? Dude frickin' started the line; he’s like thousands of years old, and some kind of faerie lord himself!†Her laugh seemed to indicate she still didn’t quite believe it. “Some crazy ****, huh? Coulda knocked me over with a feather.â€

In a window booth at Denny's, Gossamer sat maskless in her silver-and-blue protective jumpsuit, sipping her coffee as she waited for the waitress to fill the two Thermos she’d brought along for the evening. They were the big ones with shoulder straps she used to use on long walks in Vermont in the fall, back wehn she was still in Harvard. Goodness, I haven’t done that in a long time! I wonder is Greg would like that sort of thing? An order of Moon Over My Hammy to go was tempting, but she figured patrolling on a full stomach might be a bad idea, and grease stains would be murder to get out of her jumpsuit, so for now she stuck with her coffee and buttered English muffin. Seeing Mad Dog pull into the parking lot on his Harley, she smiled and eagerly motioned for him to join her.

Estelle nodded sharply, proud of the young man’s steely resolve. “Now that’s the right attitude to take, Corbin! ‘Damn the critics, full speed ahead!’ And remember, Ms Collier will never be able to slander you or your family…because it’s called ‘libel’ when it’s in print.†She gave him friendly wink, took another sip of wine and then playfully bellowed out in her loudest ‘Joe Sixpack’ voice. “Bring on the fireworks, dude!†:rock:

Okay, I think my last post could serve as the wrap-up; want to start the new thread in Lonely Point, Ex?

Lynn's sensitive ears picked up the faint whisper, and she responded with just the slightest of nods as she let him go. The changeling's smile was warm as she chuckled. "Sure thing, kiddo; I make damn good waffles, too, y'know." :D

Grim rolled her eyes at at her teammates' and employer's nitpicking of one of the greatest films of all time. :roll: "Guys, it's called 'suspension of disbelief' for a reason, alright? It's about the message, not who did what and how. And twenty-four frames of second is fine for like 99.9% of the world's population, Eli; you want to watch a better film about speedsters, go make it yourself." She grinned as she gobbled more popcorn. "S'what my dad always used to say when my mom got mad at the science on Next Generation. Now all a y'all shush." When Ellie made her statement (or joke, or both), Lynn merely cocked an eyebrow and gave her sidelong glance as she murmered, "Boy did you choose the right line of work."

Yeah, I like the way you've been playing it so far; despite the elfin features, I've always imagined Grim looks and reads like a normal persom to the naked eye and scientific apparatus. Scanning her brain would work, showing activity in various sectors similar to what an artist my show while considering a new painting. I'm thinking that the only way any sort of energy discharge would be detected is using magical devices or senses like Jackie B's which are attuned to magical as well as standard energy. The internal functions stuff is much trickier; I'm assuming that X-rays and CAT scans would show a full set of organs, but that they don't seem to be doing very much. Real food and liquids that go down to her stomach just sort of vaporizes, as does any glamoured food she eats. The lungs still expand and contract, but there no longer appears to be any oxygen exchange going on, although as of this date, I think she still need to breath; her Imminuity to suffocation is new for November, so she's still feedling her little red blood cells as of early October. For the record, Grim will still appear to breathe normally, though she might stop from time to time while sleeping. Thankfully for Dok's sanity's sake she hasn't started doing animals and objects on a regular basis yet as of October 5th.

Grim really didn't understand the full nature of Edge's powers; they seemed to be darn near infinite in scope, limited only by naiveté and boyish enthusiasm. That being said, she was happy he could teleport them all to this Kew Gardens place, though the presence of the Fab Four and the giant Stars and Stripes went completely against her taste for subtlety. With a deep breath, she stepped to the young man’s side. "Uh, okay, well, take us out, Edge. Engage!"

Estelle raised her glass and beamed. "To college romance!" In many ways, the toast couldn't be more accurate; Gregory reminded her of several guys she dated in college: smart, good-looking and athletic (well, except for Terry, who was a bit of an experiment). Her friend Lizzy often joked that Stelle and her boyfriends always looked like they walked out of a J. Crew catalog, which made her laugh because sadly, it was often true. But a cute crime-fighting veterinarian? What woman could resist that! I am really looking forward to tomorrow night; my first patrol-date!

At this, Estelle gestured emphatically as she finished chewing a mouthful of food. "Mmm, I had a boyfriend my second year at Harvard who tried to get me into that! One of his friends was the Dungeonmaster, and he couldn't stand me for some reason; I was eaten by a pudding the second time we played." She laughed out loud at the memory, much louder than her usual laugh. "And Terry got so mad! He was arguing that I should have had a saving throw of some sort, and I said, 'Look, it's okay, I was bored out of my mind anyway!'" She dabbed at the corner of her eyes with a napkin. "Oh, they all took it so seriously! Terry was a genius, but it didn't last; ah well, college romance!"

Grim would want to be there to support her man Colt, and heckle Jackie B :P

Estelle laughed and nodded vigorously. "Oh, you have no idea! And how does gum end up on top of a streetlight? Some city worker on a cherry picker must have left it up there." The long-haired heroine made a disgusted face as she returned back to her food. "I actually have to move out of my building because I've become such a hot water hog; everyone was complaining, as they should." Then she smiled and her face lit up like the annual Christmas tree in City Center. "Oh, but my new place is going to be amazing! I designed the new shower system myself, which recycles sixty-three percent of the water between showers; I hope to get it up to at least seventy-five percent with a bit of tinkering. And the place is all mine, the whole building, so no more angry neighbors!" :D

Lynn sat up on the table, clutching her arm and sucking air in between her clenched teeth; the whole sleeve dissolved away, and in fact her clothes shifted into a loose hospital gown that read ‘Property of the Viktor Archeville School of Mad Science’. It seemed at least her sense of humor was intact “Yeah, yeah, it’d better now; oooh, that stings like the dickens!†She peered down at her injury; the skin was bright pink at the point of contact, which looked closest to a severe acid burn, though the comparison was not 100% exact. “Okay, if you need to take any pictures or readings or anything, can you do that real quick so we can get something on this?†Her face was still cloudy with pain as she changed the subject. “So getting back to the story, when I came back from Avalon, my powers were all wonky; I could change into the mythological beasties I encountered over there, which was a whole new thing. Also I was given a silver bottle with a tag that literally said ‘drink me’, like right out of Alice in Wonderland.†She shook her head at the silliness of her tale. “The Queen told me to seek out Damien Silver’s shop and take the bottle to him. You ever been there? It’s in Lantern Hill. Very cool place, actually.â€

Lynn's nostrils flared and her eyes were wide with fury, as she braced herself for the next round of verbal attacks, but they never came. His last outburst seemed to drain all the energy out of Kris's body, and he sagged liked a defeated soldier. Her brown eyes now sparkling with tears, the tiny shapeshifter threw her arms around the clearly-exhausted teen, and just held him for several quiet seconds, affectionatly rubbing his back. "Okay, no more shouting, I promise." She took a step backward and laid a gentle hand on his cheek. "Kris honey, you need to get some sleep; God knows we've got beds to spare, or you can just crash on the couch, if you want." She turned to look over her shoulder back to her fellow teammates, then back to Razorwing. "Look, I'm not sayin' you have to stay or move back or even call yourself an Interceptor; I'm just saying a hot shower and a few hours of sleep will help you feel human again, alright?"