Heritage

Grim's in.

Grim melts a little during the kiss (she actually gets a little gooey around the edges, but thankfully not in the mouth area), but when Colt shoots one of the demons dead while still locked in said kiss, Grim's eyes go wide with wonder. Shaking her head in proud disbelief, she twists the tension out of her neck as the rents in her leathers heal themselves with wisps of mist; the injuries below remain as painful as ever, but she wants to look her best fighting at the side of her man. A bit of her old pluck returns to her voice when she speaks through grinning bruised lips. "You are so getting lucky on the off-chance we survive this, cowboy." Dropping into an agressive crouch, she flicks out her claws and smiles evilly at his side. "You drop 'em, and I'll finish 'em off. I love you, Colt." :twisted:

So we sort of cut to later in the evening? Who all would be left?

Lynn gave it up for Doc and his impressive if bizarrely educational tune. "Alright, Doctah A! Woooo-oooo!" "Oh crap, it's my turn, right? And it's 'Lynn' when I'm oot and aboot, Mister Tall, Dark and Mysterious." She hops up onto the stage, takes the mic and switches her overall tone and demeanor to something closer to a lounge lizard crooner. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! What an impressive display of talent we've seen here tonight, give yourselves a big hand!" Lynn does little golf claps; yeah, she's enjoying this way too much. :roll: "Go on! You deserve it!" Then she clutches her hands below her chin, all mock-serious. "But really, we're here to celibrate the special day of a special friend, the one and only Taylor Chun, everybody! Look at her, she's just radiant tonight! You go, girlfriend!" Finally, Lynn starts laughing and nearly drops the mic. "Alright, I'm sorry, that was horrible! But it is in fact a special day for an awesome girl who can finally get legally blitzed in any state of the union, and to that I say 'Hell yeah'! Wooo!" She thrusts her glass up in the air, then takes another sip of her rum and Coke before setting it down on the stage and punches is in her selection. "But this song's for me." Lynn quietly waits for the piano chords, nodding along before she tears into Queen's "Somebody to Love"; like most of the heroes gathered here tonight, she's not a trained singer, but while she might not hit every note, she gives it tremendous heart as the trials and trevails of the last year well up inside her. When she's finished, the girl is clearly shaken as she replaces the mic in in the stand, recovers her drink and hops back off the stage; she makes her way over to Taylor and gives her a fierce hug as she whispers in her ear. "I hope you guys are very happy together; seriously."

Heck yes, if only so Grim can be all pissy about Xmas overload :P

For a little while, Grim thought switching back to her tiny pixie form would make her tougher to hit without diminishing the power of her attacks, and for a while the tactic seemed to be working; she zipped from foe to foe, her tiny claws as sharp as diamond, as gaping wounds weeping ichor blossomed seemingly out of nowhere on the faces and throats of her prey. But the horde quickly adapted to her new stratagem, and she found herself knocked back and forth like a shuttlecock in a hurricane; when she was finally smacked clear of the throng, she was actually thankful just to be alive for a few more minutes. Because that was the reality that was setting in: no one was walking away from this one, and what really mattered most now was where you chose to fall when it was over. Head swimming as she wobbled through the air, she was finally able to make out the rugged outline of her boyfriend Colt, and she flew over to his side, landing gently beside him as she returned to her full height. It looks like her body is one big bruise, and she’s definitely favoring her left leg. Despite herself, the shapeshifter coughs out a laugh. “Are you kidding? This day totally sucks!†She waves her hand as she doubles over with fatigue, trying to catch her breath. “I’m sorry, I know you were being all cool and stoic, but I couldn’t help myself.†Grim sighs as she sidles up to Colt and takes his hand, her gaze falling upon the threat that would soon overtake them. “Oh baby, I’m really sorry it’s ending this way; there’s so many things I wanted us to do together, including…well, the obvious.†She almost smiles as squeezes his hand, but then tears well up in her eyes. “Oh God, I don’t want to die today; why couldn’t we have one more day?†And then she’s praying, a prayer she’s muttered to herself from time to time, at temple or before bed when she was little, but never felt in her heart like she did today. “Sh'ma Yis'ra'eil Adonai Eloheinu Adonai echad. Barukh sheim k'vod malkhuto l'olam va'ed. V'ahav'ta eit Adonai Elohekha b'khol l'vav'kha uv'khol naf'sh'kha uv'khol m'odekha. V'hayu had'varim ha'eileh asher anokhi m'tzav'kha hayom al l'vavekha...†*(Hear, Israel, the Lord is our God, the Lord is One. Blessed be the Name of His glorious kingdom for ever and ever. And you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your might. And these words that I command you today shall be in your heart...)

I'm-a comin', I'm-a comin'! (puff puff pant)

Grim is in!

Happy belated birthday, with tentacles! :cthulhu:

Okeydoke, I'll try to get something up for her asap.

Grim giggled. "Boy, someone sure likes to be melodramatic." She would more than likely have no problem seeing any changes he'd made even with the lights out, due to her uncanny eyes, but out of respect she kept her peepers closed and held on to Colt's hand. For a bizarre moment, she had a flashback to childhood, remembering the first time her father took her to a spookhouse for Halloween, her small hand tightly clenching his own. Despite herself, Grim begins humming the Twilight Zone theme ;)

Do we want to keep this one going, or has it served it's purpose?

Hmm, I want to continue this thread, but I'm not quite sure how to do so, since I don't think we've resolved the poker issues. Do we want to keep this going? It is a few months old now.

Wow, Grim failed all four! I guess this means she's down for the count, eh? Should I describe anything in a IC post?

Grimalkin Fisticuffs Fundraiser! And Blackjack White Wedding Invasion! - Danger Mansion Friday Outing Well It's a Marvelous Night For a Moondance Interceptors! New Recruits Interceptors: War Council [blink/Grim] Invasion! - West End Setting Up Shop I also designed the Interceptors Brownstone :geek:

Well that was anticlimatic... Lynn shrugged, and turned her focus back to the rest of the performances, vigorously applauding and wolf-whistling for her friends and former teammates. Lynn felt all warm inside; her second rum and Coke was definitly helping, but it was the comraderie and sense of belonging that was making her feel all tingly. It occured to her that other than one or two people at work, all her friends were crimefighters. I need to find a new team and start over, but still stay in touch with this lovable bunch of freaks. With a whoop, the tiny shapeshifter sat up in her seat and applauded loudly. "Whooo-hoo! I'm up after you, Doc, and then I think we need to see some wrapping paper fly!"

Suddenly a sweet voice with a South Jersey accent (yes, it is actually possible) called out of the air. "And she ain't the only one." Grim materializes in a swirl of pale mist as she steps away from the wall; she's grinning mischeviously as she entwines her fingers into Colt's. "Y'know, I was gonna give you crap for not including me in the 'infiltration expert' catagorey (not to knock you, B, since you're awesome and everything)-" She sighs and looking up into her cowboy's eyes. "But then you called me 'shiny' and I forgave you." She hops up to give him a quick kiss, then extends a small but firm hand to Elektron. "Grimalkin, team pixie; welcome aboard, coppertop." ;)

It was funny the way talking to Nadia made Grim want to protect her, even though she was clearly a girl who could take care of herself, but sometimes it was the badass chicks who needed the most assurance. She grinned and shook her head. "Well you are in luck, because obviously I love to talk." And then her tone got a bit more earnest and her gaze more intense. "About anything, anytime. Seriously." Then it was gone, and her eyes twinkled once more. "'Cause us tough chicks have to stick together, right?" She thrusts a small fist skyward. "Sisters in arms, forever!" A pencil and notepad appear in Grim's hands as she nods slowly. "Morning workouts, eh? I'll make a note of that." But the props disappear with a wink. "Now we just need to convince Jack and Colt to start fencing in their Speedos; we could make a fortune on the pay-per-view rights." :twisted:

Okay, I started a thread that can be stickied for the West End. I was thinking we could maybe put the HQ stats in the Underground section?

The Interceptors HQ Aboveground: Basement level First floor Second floor Third floor Underground:

A place to keep track of important places in the West End.

Very giood to have you back, Snow! It's been a rough Fall for the site, but thinks looks to be smoother as we head into the new year.

Very late vote of approval, looking forward to greeting our new teammate!

Okay, some updated floorplans here: Basement level First floor Second floor Third floor Note the hidden 'rapid deployment shaft' across from the elevator; it could be a batpole or one of those weird fabric sleeve things the use to get out of burning building fast. I also diod the room shift that means Grim shares a bathroom with a robot instead of Jack; Giz, if you think Jack would prefer the old third story room, I'm sure Grim doesn't mind ;)

I didn't indicate the stairway in the living room, just the mechanics for it on the basement floor below it; I didn't want to clutter the plans up too much, but I could always add it. That should be easy enough to add; one of reasons I made the bedroom layout the way I did was so that the elevator would be central, so by the same logic we could add some sort of 'batpole' deal as well. Yeah, that sounds cool, even if it's just a picture out of a catalog or magazine that reflects the general idea. Is there a more permanent place I should put this stuff up on the site?