Heritage

OOC thread for Grim's undercover assignment at Claremont!

Date: a few days before February 8th, 2010 Earlier at an Undisclosed Location: Grim sat in her chair, legs dangling; the room was small, lit by a single recessed ceiling fixture, and contained nothing more than a table and four chairs, all cold metal and hard plastic. Her sensitive ears could tell the room was soundproofed, and her amazing nose detected little more than stainless steel and traces of Endust. A single sliding door allowed access to the lifeless chamber. Sure, she was restless, but when the boss tells you to wait, you wait; luckily, the young faeling had numerous ways to amuse herself. She conjured forth an oddly-shaped set of wooden blocks that she precariously balanced on the table in various positions, testing her reflexes, control and the lightness of her touch. And she waited some more...

Looks like we've gone full UFC :venom:

The young shapeshifter giggles. "Nah, I'm just bein' silly; if I really wanted to freak you out, I'd pull a Wicked Witch of the West, like this-" And with that, Grimalkin collapses into herself and literally oozes out of her chair and onto the floor, forming a black and midnight blue puddle :shock: It just sits there for a few seconds before reforming into the beautiful young woman, curled up on the floor like a cat. "Mmm, this was a bad idea; I stay down here, I'll fall asleep." With considerable effort, she more or less scales the back of her chair and drops back into her seat, eyes somewhat unfocused by sleepiness. "Alright, I'm still good to go for a bit yet, but we might want to think of winding down sometime in the near future; I'm just sayin'."

A wicked grin slowly spreads across Lynn's face, and her eyes dart around the room. "Bingo. C'mon, Mr. Colt; I have a cunning plan." Taking his hand firmly in her own, she starts to lead him off the dance floor with single-minded purpose, making a beeline for the corridor that leads to the coat room. Once they're halfway down the hallway, she quickly checks over her shoulder, then flings her hand up and over her head, and she winks out of sight; there is a slight ripple in the air when she moves, but only the sharpest eye could detect her. Her laugh tinkles in the air like tiny bells. "Now you've seen that trick before, but check this out." An unseen pair of soft lips gently stroke the cowboy's face, and soon a cool tingle spreads outwards from the point of contact like a chilly breeze, and where is passes, it leaves...nothingness! Colt is now covered by Grim's glamour! "Freaky, huh? As long as a I touch you, you'll stay hidden like me. But be very careful how you walk; your body knows what to do, but your brain doesn't believe it. Here, I'm gonna keep holding your hand, and we're gonna make our way to the coat room door over there, where we can snuggle for a bit with a little privacy..."

"Zat remains to be seen, comrade!" Grim gives the Russian an exaggerated wink and goes about the business of fixing everyone's drink; saving her own drink for last, she bounces an ice cube off the inside of her elbow into a tumbler, then pours a rather strong rum and Coke for herself. Balancing the three glasses on a conjured tray, she half-skips/half-dances back to the table and places each glass by its intended victim. "Here you go...and here...you go." Cradling her own glass, the shapeshifter climbs back into her seat, tucking her legs under herself as the discarded tray melts into mist. After taking a long sip of her rum and Coke, Grim's head lolls back on her shoulders. "Oh man, that'll have to be my last drink for the night." She holds up her left hand, and her fingers seem to be dripping like hot pizza cheese. "You see that? I'm having a hard time holding myself together!"

"Booth!" Grim yelled at the same time as Stesha, eagerly following the green-haired girl's lead; she scooted her butt into the booth, removed her hat, and quickly scanned the mixed drink list. "How awesome is this? Four sexy ladies about to get wasted!" She suddenly frowned and leaned forward, her voicing dropping low. "Wait, am I the only one who gets affected by booze here? I mean, I'll drink alone if I have to, but it's funner if you have company, y'know?" She leans back as she tucks the laminated list back behind the soy sauce caddy. "Also, I can't have eel or any shellfish, but pretty much anything else is a-okay. You all look totally awesome, by the way."

Grim doesn't appear to be listening, but her eyes are wide and nostrils slightly dialated as she intently watches the battle begin; an old-fashioned megaphone appears in her hand, and she bellows through it at her boyfriend in the ring, a slightly manic edge creeping into her voice. "C'mon, rip him a new one, Colt! Take that pretty boy down! Hard!" Chucking the megaphone over her shoulder (thankfully it dissapates before it hits anybody), she starts mock-fighting along with Colt, jumping, lunging and shadowboxing around the edge of the arena as she continues to shout encouragement, much of it borderline obscene. Yes, a childhood spent watching hockey and wrestling has made Grim into a rather scary spectator. "Yes! Yes!" :?

"Glad to hear that." As she moves with some grace through the unfamilar steps of the dance, Lynn sighs. "I might have to take dancing lessons one of these days; would you be up for that? Grampa Lou used to show me all these old musicals, with like Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly, guys like that? And the way those guys could move...I mean, I know I have the body and the mojo to pull it off, I just lack the necessary 'mad skillz' in that area. Can you imagine what I could do out here with a few lessons under my belt? I would be scary good." And again with the quiet; Lynn lets the music wash over her, takes a deep breath of Colt's delicous aroma, and does a sponateous twirl out of pure joy. "Whoa, sorry 'bout that!" She giggles as she settles down again, once again following the rhthym of the dance. "Okay, I'm gonna look into camping gear, maybe scout out the forest a bit, and then we need to make this happen." She steps on tiptoe again, somewhat irritated. "Grr, if I could, I make myself taller; whispering is easier that way." But she manages to get her mouth near her boyfriend's ear again, with a little work. "So how late do you want to stay? All this talk of snuggling in close quarters is kinda...distracting, y'know?" ;)

I've wanted to do a story where Grim has to go undercover as a student at Claremeont for a while now, but I never had a good hook. Recently I thought it might be cool if she had to somehow deal with an NPC student, such as monitoring, protecting or spying on him or her. I though tit might be cool if a criminal sent his kid to school with the intent of bringing her into the family business, but I figured the staff would do very thorough background checks to avoid this. Durf made this suggestion in the chat: This might actually work! Would anyone be interested in running and playing this? Grim knows Breakdown somewhat, so he might be her 'inside man' as it were, but it might be funner if he doesn't know. Suggestions?

Okay, a few things for Grim. This is a comboniation of earned pp and unspent pp within her array powers: 1. Concealment: Grim has 4PP to play with, so I'm going to buy 2 more ranks of the power to give her total concealment vs. Audio. 2. Liquid Form: 4PP to play with here, too. I'm going to increase the Elongation up to 5 ranks - freaky! And now onto the 8 actual earned pp from November and December. 3. 2 pp to boost Fort save up to 10. 4. 2 pp to boost Will save up to 10. 5. 4 pp to purchase Comprehend 2 (languages). Other edits: A. Grim's age is currently 21 (I think we're listing that now, yes?) B. Powers & Tactics: Grimalkin's powers come from her faerie nature; some of them are innate, such as her keen senses and high tolerance to cold, but many of them come from her ability to manipulate glamour, the very essence of the fey. Seeing as her body is now wholly composed of glamour, she can alter it in a number of ways, such as completely changing her appearance, making herself nearly undetectible, or elluding capture. She can also create various objects seemingly out of thin air (actually ambient glamour), which she uses as props, furniture or just her own amusement. In combat, Grim prefers the stealthy strike to take better advantage of her razor-sharp claws; when forced into a 'fair fight', she uses her wits and charm to befuddle her foes to level the playing field. Done By Angrydurf

I was assuming it would be unarmed, just the boxing, but let me look over Jack's sheet and see what looks more fair.

"I'm-a comin', I'm-a comin'!" Trotting up to the group on stylish Italian boots, Lynn was doing a fairly good job of acting cold, or at least dressing the part; her black wool peacoat and the knit Alpaca hat tied under her chin looked nice and warm. She pulled her hands out of her pockets and made a show of blowing on them; she even remembered to hop from foot to foot, just like she used to back in high school. "Hi guys! Oh God, I hate winter! C'mon, let's get inside before poor Taylor freezes to death!" ;)

Mmm, maybe just close it; I dunno if I want to revisit the holidays so soon after surviving them :D

Yeah, we can wrap this up. I described Grim's reaction to Christian cemeteries earlier in the thread, so I'm guessing her grandparents would be buried at a Jewish cemetery somewhere else in the West End.

Grim can summon folding chairs out of thin air! Whack!

Grim chuckles at Dead Head's impression. "Heh, nice Lugosi reference, DH. And yes, I have actually seen and enjoyed a few black-and-white movies, so don't let your jaw hit the floor; some of us kids appreciate a bit of 'culcha' from time to time." She turns to Breakdown and playfully pokes him in the chest a few times. "And I think we need to get some joe, and then hit the library sometime; you go to school around here?"

Works for me!

Lynn wrinkes up her nose as they begin to dance. "Yeah, not normally my style; I mean sure, I'm all about the sly and sneaky stuff, but the head games? Not so much." She smiles, and it's a big lazy tiger grin. "I was weak, I admit it." She stands on tiptoe to breathe in his ear. "But I'm nuts about you, and don't ever forget it." The petite brunette rest her head on Colt's chest as they continue to sway; her eye catches Atlas and Taylor, and she can't hold back a chuckle. "I love it; a giant red Russian is here, and no one even questions it." She sighs deeply, the sigh of someone who's blissfully content. "I really love this town sometimes." For a while, Lynn is actually quiet, a sign of complete happiness her boyfriend has learned to recognize, but after a few minutes she looks up into his eyes, her small chin resting on his chest. "Hey, you wanna do the winter camping thing, maybe after Christmas? Y'know, I don't get cold, so I can just...wrap myself around you all night long..." She wiggles her eyebrows invitingly.

Yeah, that sounds good to me.

Switching to bowling pins, Lynn continues to juggle as she talks. "Hi Stesha! Lynn here. Uh, I try to keep kosher, which makes me a bit of a fussy eater, but any place that serves fish or vegitarian would be cool with me. Worst case scenario, I can always get soup and salad."

Lynn woke up on the floor of the shop, feeling all warm and fuzzy. Suddenly aware of her own nudity, she yelped as she wrapped herself in a simple dress of green and gold; she trusted the old man, and was sure he'd been a perfect gentleman, but nudity is still nudity, after all. She rose unsteadily to her bare feet, dusting herself off as she peered at all the bookshelves before her eyes came back to Damian. "So, did it work? I don't feel all that different, to be honest." She stared closely at her both sides of her hand, then shrugged.

Lynn laughs, and it almost comes out a snort. "Me, urbane? Nah, I just clean up nice; I come from a family of poor moisture farmers on Tatooine." The beautiful young brunette smiles and offers an elegant nod. "Well said, kind sir, well said. You're off the hook, for now." She smiles and does her best courtsey, then spins to face Colt, her dress swirling about her like wine. When she looks into his eyes, she can't help but giggle as she takes his hand. "I'm sorry, I was minding my own business, letting you share a drink with the Russkie when that charming devil found me." She raises her bare shoulders in a semi-embarrassed shrug. "I'm only human, or whatever I am these days." She stands on tip-toe to kiss him warmly on the lips, and runs a hand lovingly across his cheek. "I'm still your girl, don't worry. C'mon, let's dance."

Grim has a rictus grin of her own stuck on her face; clearly it will take a while to get used to Dead Head's cavalier beheading and dismemberment tricks, but his good-natured humor and willingness to help the living mitigate the weirdness a bit. "Yeah, that makes sense; research is always a good idea, and I'm thinking we should probably both hit the books before we do anymore fieldwork." The strain of the evening was starting to get to her, though; too many supernatural revelations in too short of a time can do that to you. However the young heroine didn't want to be rude either. She turned to BD with a thoughtful look on her face. "So, do you want to hang out here a bit longer and get a few pointers, or do you want to warm up with a latte or something? Me, I'm pretty flexible myself."

Lynn's nose wrinkles slightly at the mention of one of Freedom City's most prestigious families. "Oh no, you're not rich, are you?" She sighs deeply at this great sadness. "Oh well, nobody's perfect, I suppose. Lucky for you you're cute, or I'd be gone already." She arches her back and trails her fingers along the floor, just for kicks, then rises back up to peer at her partner with wicked eyes. "Hey, tell me something: would you give it all away for the right girl? Not me of course, me and Colt are pretty darn tight, but if the right girl asked you to walk away from it all, from everythig God laid out for you on a platter before you were born, could you do it?" She runs a finger along the edge of James' jaw. "Could you, rich boy?"