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  1. Heritage
    Lynn stared at her friend for several seconds, nostrils flaring with every breath; finally, she nodded tersely and looked around the room, hands practically clamped to her hips. "Okay, so this is some kind of Greek god abduction s###? That makes sense; didn't Zeus, like, practically -" She was about to use a very harsh word, but then had to stop herself; recently mortal or not, the Olympians were still Moira's family, and it would be cruel and tasteless to say such things. Also how did she know if Homer and Bullfinch had all their facts straight? Plus the Torah was full of all kinds of stuff she didn't necessarily agree with, but she still treated the Jewish holy book with great respect. Taking a moment to calm down, she nodded to herself and looked at her roommate sheepishly. "Sorry." Taking a deep breath, Lynn once again took in the room. "Okay, I'm not sure what all powers you still have without your magic armband, but I at least have an amazing sense of smell; let's see if I can come up with anything." And with that, the changeling dropped into a rather animalistic crouch and began to prowl about the room, turning her head this way and that as she began to sniff for clues.
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    Casey was struggling a bit here; she could tell by Daphne's concerned expression that there was a serious potential threat on the horizon, but on the other hand she'd never taken fashion all that seriously. Perhaps growing up in an outdoorsy, military family failed to instill the proper regard for couture that so many of her friends seemed to share. "Well, huh; the one time you really wish there were 'fashion police', right?" She felt her feeble attempt at humor dying on her lips even as she spoke it, which led to her awkwardly clearing her throat. "Okay, to be honest, I've never been much of a clothes horse." The blonde heroine indicated her very casual, comfy clothes. "But, you know, people tell me that I'm, uh, cute." Her cheeks went an adorable shade of pink. "So maybe the best way to protect the show is to, um...be part of the show? Like, actually modeling outfits?" Casey shrugged, clearly feeling way out of her depth.
  3. Heritage
    Casey breathed in sharply through her teeth; Fantoni was of course right about the poor mauled cop and how it would affect the police. She had a great deal of respect for the FCPD, but like all police forces, they could be clannish and strike out when one of their own was attacked. And God forbid Reagan died... "Okay, we need to figure out where theyre going to strike next," said the blonde heroine as she slowly rolled her coffee mug between her palms. "So far, they've only targeted jewelry stores in the West End, right? Have they ever hit the same store twice? If not, we come up with a list of any other stores in the neighborhood they haven't hit, and put eyes on them. Cops and capes at each location maintaining radio contact with each other." She shrugged. "Unless someone smarter than me can see a pattern to predict the next target."
  4. Heritage
    I should be able to post here late tonight/early tomorrow, after Mother's Day dinner and homework.
  5. Heritage
    Casey...needs more detective-y skills. Must work on that in my next update. TT, can Temperance see Terrifica when she's cloaked? MG can, but she always allows her boss her little 'Batman entrances'. ? ?
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    Casey was overthinking this; she spent a ridiculous ten minutes trying on different wigs, makeup and outfits trying to come up with some sort of new persona for 'Cookie', from 'art school chick' to 'genki girl' and everything in between. But in the end, she decided Cookie was just Casey Blankenship, and she prayed to God and the universe that her secret identity stayed intact. So it was plain old Casey who walked into Sid's Cafe; the major change from her normal everyday wear was the lack of any FCU or Pi logos on her rather generic sweats. Dressed down with her hair up, glasses on and a lack of any sort of golden glow, she looked pretty normal as she got in line to place her order. A quick x-ray scan of the second floor indicated that pretty much everyone was already there, but most didn't have anything to drink, so the Girl Scout thoughtfully ordered a pot of coffee, several danishes and a breakfast sandwich (the last one was for her), and borrowed a tray to bring everything upstairs. "Hey!" Her super-strength allowed her to hold the heavily-laden tray with one hand as she waved, a radient smile on her lips. "Cookie here! Got us some coffee and snacks, plus cups and sugar and cream and stuff." Placing the tray on the middle table, she reached into the hemp bag over her shoulder, and then there was a blur of motion and a rush of wind that ruffled a few of the paper napkins, and just like that Casey had switched to her heroic persona. "I'm also Miracle Girl. Nice to meet you all!" Then she turned to Daphne and smiled. "Except you; I know you!" She gave Miss Grue a quick hug before fixing herself a cup of coffee and tearing into her bacon, egg and cheese bagelwich.
  7. Heritage
    Gossamer () Grimalkin/Shrike (2) [Maxed] A Little Bit Of You, A Little Bit Of Me (2) Miracle Girl (3) Crimebusting Monthly: Pillage and Plunder (2) Ooooh Fashion (turn to the Left) (1)  Grim's points and any vignettes go to Gossamer
  8. Heritage
    We certainly don't have to roleplay all three 'onscreen'; if it's easier to assume case 2 gets resolved without a thread, I'm fine with that if it makes the GMs' job less challenging.
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    Suddenly Lynn appeared in the room with a puff of air, her eyes wide and in a state of extreme anxiety; her hair was somewhat disheveled, with one pointed ear visible, and it looked like there was a coffee stain on her Silberman's apron. Her big brown eyes darted around the room in a panic "Where is she, where's Gretch?" She slapped her ear repeatedly, as though trying to get better reception. "I can't hear her, she's not in my head! Gretch, baby? Honey? Where are you?" Noticing Moira at last, her face went first ashen, then bright pink as the emotions switled inside of her. She grabbed the former Olympian with a surprisingly strong grip. "Where is she! What the f### did you do to her?"
  10. Heritage
    Fai enough. At least we got to Tristan!
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    "Oh, tell her I said hi, too," Casey replied almost reflexively; both her parents and the Scouts instilled politeness into her as a core value. The blonde heroine furrowed her brow in thought as she pondered the various aspects of the case; at this point, not a lot of it made sense, but perhaps it was a mistake to ascribe human motivations to a possibly alien suspect. "So, do we have any idea as to our perp's M.O.? You say they've been going to similar events; similar in what way? And do we know what they did at these other events? Is anyone in any sort of physical danger?"
  12. Heritage
    Are we still keeping this one alive?
  13. Heritage
    Casey methodically went through the steps of preparing her French press as she listened to Blod describe the basics of the situation; it sounded like a simple smash-and-grab, but she assumed there was much more to it than that. It was strange thinking of this 'job' from two angles at the same time, both as Miracle Girl the crimefighter and Hardcase the criminal; each wanted more information, but for entirely different reasons. "Define 'apocalyptic," she finally asked as she slowly stired some raw sugar into her black coffee. "And 'private hands'."
  14. Heritage
    Decided to make it an Intimidation check! 1d20+10=13 Which it turns out was a huge mistake; well, if you have to yell to be heard, you're probably not at your best
  15. Heritage
    Miracle Girl would also be up for Case 3.
  16. Heritage
    Let me know if you consider Casey's words to be Persuasion or Intimidation, and I will roll.
  17. Heritage
    Miracle Girl smiled with a bit of wry humor. "Hi Joan, nice to meet you." There was a swirl of wind, and then the criminal found herself sitting on the deck with her sleeves ripped off and used to hogtie her, feet and hands in front of her. "I need you to sit tight for a few minutes while we deal with the rest of your operation." Then the girl from below decks appeared and did her thing, which was pretty darn impressive; the sound was so loud Casey had to cover her ears! She finally managed to float towards the girl with the purple hair lock, glowing brightly and yelling to be heard over the din. "Look, we don't have to fight! If you come along quietly, it'll go better for you!"
  18. Heritage
    Well, maybe as more as the subtext than the text; facing a supernatural threat together would be ideal.
  19. Heritage
    Cocking her head this way and that, Casey managed to pick up WBNB, 'Freedom's Big Country', and started tapping her foot to 'Meant To Be' by Bebe Rexha and Florida Georgia Line as she watched a few more posts appear. Taking another swig of water, she then began to respond. #herostuff She then opened a PM to StarGirl to verify her theory on her identity. @StarGirl
  20. Heritage
    Kai, I think your last IC post was supposed to go here
  21. Heritage
    And they are!
  22. Heritage
    Can I free up my PL7 slot by moving Miracle Girl into my other free PL10 one? Starting to consider a PL7 technomorph concept.
  23. Heritage
    A little known fact: just because you're bulletproof doesn't mean that being shot doesn't hurt. Of course, it's more of an annoyance than anything else, like someone snapping a rubber band on the back of your hand, but that's still a mildly unpleasant experience; getting shot with dozens of bullets is even more irritating, especially when you're trying to talk. Casey had her hands up in a placating pose as she at first tried to reason with the panicked guards, while their ineffectual rounds ricocheted off her golden energy field in every direction. "Guys, the bullets don't...they're, they're just bouncing...ow...guys, please just...guys...GUYS!" Her patience finally exhausted, the blonde powerhouse spun into action, effortlessly slapping three of the four into unconsciousness more out of irritation than anything else. The last one she hoisted up into the air, casually hurling her weapon against the wall of the cavern where it flew to pieces. "Finally I can get a word in edgewise! So, my name is Miracle Girl; hi. What can you tell me about this operation and 'Mad Eye Moody' down below? Speaking of which..." Casey spared a quick x-ray glance below decks to see what the last two perps were up to down there.
  24. Heritage
    Might this be a good opportunity for @Supercape to introduce the idea of his immortals organization? It could at least be a cool (heh, cold pun!) bit of subtext to the thread.
  25. Heritage
    Miracle Girl is going to pinball her way through three of the four gun-totting thugs, leaving one awake for questioning. If she can, she'll also spare a quick x-ray glance into the hull to check on the two below decks. First to Hit: 17 Second to Hit: 29 Third to Hit: 12 (oh, that might miss!) DC 25 Toughness on any that connect. Notice with Skill Mastery: 25
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