Heritage

It might seem kinda silly, but can I get some initiative rolls from folks? Just to keep the combat organized.

For one terrifying moment, Estelle thought the German scientist had actually stabbed his erstwhile captor, but his explanation soon allayed her fears and she found herlsef grinning at his impromptu justice. "I'm just going to put him down...over...here." The blonde heroine lowered him towards the floor...and then let him drop the last foot onto his behind. At long last, it appeared as if the insanity of the night had come to a close; using several tendrils, she began to dust debris off Herr Doktor as she chuckled ruefully. "Well this was certainly a pleasant evening! We'll have to do it again sometime."

Unless I'm much mistaken, Grim's Initiative is unaffected. Initiative: 1d20+12=13 But IC has other plans! :twisted:

Grim smiled and hopped in place, her adrenaline starting to flow. "Cool, this should be-" Then she felt a wave of nausea pass over her, and she dropped down to one knee; for one fearful second, she thought she was underwater, since the sounds of the gym became all muted and she actually felt cold for the first time in years. Some days I really hate you, Jack. At least you found a way to keep my damn clothes on. God, I so want to smack that grin right of his stupid face. Of course, this was a great idea, and no amount of pouting on her part would change that, so Lynn took a deep breath, hopped up to her feet, and began to do a few quick stretches. "Very clever, Jack. Y'know I hate to say it, but I hope someday we have actual enemies coming to get us, so I can have someone else to be annoyed with other than my own boss and teammates." She laughed and shook her head. "Still, it's a lot more fair than our last fight, right Jack?" The edge in her voice suggested the shapeshifter had not fully forgiven the swordsman over the whole Fisticuffs incident, but the anger quickly left her eyes as she began to dance around, small fists held in front of her chest.

Edit for Gossamer: Add All-Out Attack feat. DONE BY SHAENTHEBRAIN

Grim hopped up and threw her arms around Colt's neck to give him a nice long kiss for luck, then gave him a pinch on the cheek. "Take care of yourself, cowboy." She dropped back down to the roof and gave the rest of the heroes a salute. "And good luck to you all!" And with that, Grim took a running leap off the roof, leaping some fifteen feet into the air before switching to her pixie form and zooming down towards Jack, before veering over to the emergency entrance. Once there, she conjured forth a large dull-gray barrier, fifteen feet long, three feet high and six inches thick, some ten feet in front of the doors, the two ends curved slightly towards the building. She was no expert on fortifications, but she hoped it would aid in the defense of the doors. Hovering by the entrance, Grim got on the radio. "Rock 'em sock 'em, Jack! Where do you want me?"

Oh duh, forgot you played both!

So who's up now, Geez?

The shapeshifter looked thoughtful. "You know, I've never tried stuff like that? Hmm, maybe I should talk to Dok A about running some tests someday, really pushing the limits, y'know?" She chews on a thumbnail. "I dunno, I can dismiss the the stuff I create with a thought, which I bet means someone else could if they really wanted to, and had the right powers or tech; that might be dangerous if I made someone like a magic lung sometime, and it just went 'poof' on them. As for the your other idea..." She held out her hand, and a juicy apple popped into existence; at the same time, Grim took on a rather distinctive appearance. "I don't suppose one bite would hurt..." She took a big bite, chewed it with great thoroughness, and swallowed her mouthful, then shook her head. "Mmm, no, this is weird; okay, the apple itself? Very tasty, great apple. But as it passes down my throat, I feel it dissipating into nothingness on its way down, like I swallowed a mouthful of snow." Grim White happily continued to eat the apple, then shrugged. "Y'know, in a weird way, this would be great if you were on a diet...or maybe it would make you want to eat even more, like your stomach was being teased or something." With a flick of her fingers, the core vanished and she sighed. "Well at the very least, thanks for introducing me to an evil new toy; I'm sure it will offer hours of amusement. So, you still wanna see the gym or training room?"

Grim felt a mixture of feelings watching Alex during her interview, though shame was at the forefront; her undercover work at Claremont still left a bad taste in her mouth, and it reminded her of the work to come, which she'd been unsuccessfully trying to put out of her mind. "I'll say; I hope she'll be alright." And she actually did; as scary as all the implications of Alex, Mike and their bizarre love child from the future really were, she meant none of the harm, and seriously hoped things would work out well for them in the end. Because they so often do... :roll: The diminutive shapeshifter stiffened and cocked her head slightly at their benefactor's comment, but said nothing.

The teen's sudden laughter caught Grim off-guard, and she jumped up a bit. Then she rolled her eyes and grinned wryly, equally amused and annoyed. "Shut up, you little punk! Why I oughta..." She gave him a playful shove and chuckled a bit herself. "Oh, man! 'To bitch is human', am I right? It's what we do best, when you really think about it, y'know, complain? It's like an art form or something." She stood up and had a stretch, seeming very catlike for a second, especially when she yawned. "Oh dude, I'm starting to feel it, and I've still gotta fly home. Crap!" She stuck out her tongue and makes an unhappy face. Then she stopped and looked around, a thought hitting her. "Wait, are you vulnerable right now? Do you need..." And now she turned to Blitz and grinned evilly. "Protection? Because I'd be happy to walk you home, little lady. Why it ain't right, leavin' you out here by your lonesome." She twirled a pair of six shooters around her fingers, and jammed them back into their holsters. Wait, what the...? What's with the little cowgirl outfit all of a sudden? Grim just tipped her Stetson back on her head and smiled.

Grim shook her head as she effortlessly added a bowling ball and rubber chicken to her juggling. "Hey, at least you were smart and stayed in school; I left at fifteen, and now I'm busting my ass studying for my GED. It's literally the hardest thing I've ever done." She sighed, her big brown eyes never leaving the cascade of objects under her control. "God, I hated high school; it was agony every day. I used to cut myself-" Suddenly she blinked, and all her zany props fell to the ground, the bowling ball making a loud 'crack' as it hit the concrete and then wobbled under the bench. "Oh crap! I lost it..." The rubber chicken melted on the sidewalk, and the tennis balls evaporated as they rolled away. Grim stared at the spots where the mist rose up, her body slumped forward. "I feel so damn old sometimes."

I'm looking to add Progression to Grim's Create Object AP via giving her Penetrating 3 on her Claws, and the discussion in the thread made me want to get some rules clarifications before I proceed. Alos, Grim's gonna use her CO in an upcoming thread, so it's all topical and stuff. Right now, her power looks like this: So right now (as I understand it) any objects she creates are very detailed, look like normal objects of the same type, can be as hard as stone and up to 25 cubic feet in size, and last until she dismisses them or they are nullified by another. When this was first brought up a long time ago, there was a question as to how many objects she could create at the same time, since in theory she could just go nuts, leaving crap all over the place unless she or someone else chose to clean up a little. At that time, someone suggested (I believe it was Doc, but I could easily be wrong) that she be limited to a number of items equal to the number of ranks she has in the power, so for a long time she would just make three objects and swap one them out if she wanted to make a fourth. My understanding (which could well be wrong) was that each object could be 15 cubic feet based on her rank, though she mostly only made chairs and small objects, so it never really pushed the limits either way. So my two-part question would be, what are the limits of her power now, and what would be the limits if she added Progression? I understand CO has often been one of those powers that bedevils GMs, so I apologize in advance if I just made someone's life more difficult.

Those look good to me. Do we owe anymore PP for the new stuff?

Disguise check: 1d20+20=30

Grim nodded at Blitz's explanation. "That's cool; we've got a Speedy Gonzalez on our team, too, name of Dynamo. Maybe you guys could race sometime; might be a fun kinda charity event, y'know, get you both some nice press..." She trailed off, seemingly content to just sit there on the bench, idly running her thumb along the claw marks she'd so rashly made earlier. She looked up from the bench. "Hmm? Oh, that. Well, I'm thinking of starting college in the fall, in my civilian identity of course, and I was on campus in my civvies, and one of the student counselors invited to like a social gathering, in a clear attempt to woo me to FC." She smiled and took a deep breath. "I'm still really torn; FCU is much closer to the West End, which is pretty much our base of operations, but FC has got this funky kinda vibe I'm diggin'." Grim summed three tennis balls out of thin air and began to juggle them, without any visible effort. "I dunno...I wish there could be two of me, to go to both schools..."

This thread takes place in early June, and will be submitted to the Timeline.

Fort save: 1d20+8=10 Yeah, we're gonna do a reroll on that, via the miracle of HP. Fort save reroll: 1d20+8(+10)=24

In an instant, the shapeshifter's face went beet red, all the way up to the tips of her ears. "What?! No! Did Jack tell you that, because it's not true!" :oops: She peeled a fingerless glove off her hand and waved it in the air. "See, clothing! I can make it, but I can also take it off! Not naked!" Grim looked around for a bit of floorspace, finally settling on the doorway leading to the team's quarters; as she did so, she rambled on in an agitated fashion. "No one seems to get this; I am made of glamour but I can also manipulate glamour, which, like, hovers around in the ether or something. Or maybe I summon it from Avalon, I dunno. Look-" She held out her hand, and a large Chippendale desk appeared, blocking the doorway completely. "I just made this out of glamour, like I make my clothes, so I'm not..." Realizing that she was officially taking this all way too seriously, she sighed and dismissed the desk with a wave. "Look, I don't really know how it works, but I don't feel naked, and my clothes don't hurt if I tear 'em. Maybe it's me, maybe it's not, I dunno." She began to chuckle at the strength of her reaction. "What's that line from Shakespeare? 'She doth protest too much'." She looks down at her costume and sighs. "I probably am naked. Denial, thy name is Grim." In a flash, her eyes dart up at Jill. "You cannot tell your brother about this...or Colt, or any other male person you ever meet. Ya got it?" And then her face softened. "Please?"

Lynn stepped barefoot into the training room, wearing a terry cloth headband, black sports bra and a pair of loose gray sweatpants, with a fluffy white towel tossed over one shoulder and a large water bottle clutched in her right hand. She waved up at Colt in the booth, and looked well-rested and eager to begin. "Hi guys! So, what's the drill, coach?"

Grim would be up for it!

Should I delete that last post, or are we not yet in Initiative order yet?

The tiny shapeshifter grimaced. "See, when you say it that way...oh, nevermind." In a flash, she was even tinier, grasping the collar of Colt's leather duster in her small pixie arms, and with a thrum of her gossamer wings she shot upwards, cowboy in tow. Once she got to the roof, she called out to Young Freedom in her small voice. "Hi guys! Look what I've got: free sniper! You want one?" She gently lowered her rugged boyfriend and his many guns to the tarpaper and resumed her normal size, wiping the sweat from her brow. "Whoo boy! Uh, name's Grimalkin, or just Grim. I think I might have met some of you before...or maybe not. Huh." She shook her head. "Anyways, if you want to coordinate efforts, maybe we can share comlinks, or just adjust our frequencies or something?"

For just a moment, the shapeshifter blinked, but then a big smile spread across her face as she looked at Blitz and nodded with frank admiration. "Rock on, dude! Kudos to you for having a little imagination and excellent taste." She leaped into air, did a graceful backflip and landed some ten feet away, where she began to do a few quick warm-up stretches. "Most guys, you ask them that question? They go pure bimbo; Jennifer, Jessica, Megan or any other top heavy bombshell. So totally obvious." She rolled the tension out of her neck and waved a finger. "But not you, no siree! I mean, not that Angela isn't hot, but...well, you know what I mean. You get da pitcha!" And suddenly her form was surrounded by swirling mist that seemed to seep right out of her body. When the mist parted, Grimalkin was transformed into the spitting image of Ms Bassett, looking damn fine in a deep blue dress. "Well, well, well, not bad at all, I'd say. And technically? Not my best work." She laughed, all traces of her Atlantic City accent were gone, replaced by the actresses' rich, deep voice. "So yeah, shapeshifting is really what I'm best at, though I'm pretty handy in a fight, too." 'Angela' took a seat next to Blitz and held out her hand; in a flash, razor sharp talons appeared on the end of each finger, and she dragged them across the bench, leaving deep gouges with seemingly no effort. "See? I'm downright dangerous!" Then she frowned as she looked at the defacement of public property she'd just committed. "Uh...that was dumb." She shook her head vigorously, and the beautiful starlet's form fell away in tatters, her long black hair drifting off into the night, leaving Grim in her wake. "Yeah, don't want folks to think Angela Bassett hates benches for some weird reason." Looking back up to the young man, she grinned awkwardly. "So, enough about me and my love of pointless vandalism. What can you do, Blitz? Oh and please, just call me Grim; much less of a mouthful."

Made an OOC thread, just to be all official-like. :D