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Initiative.: 1d20+3 10

Guess Set should really follow suit! Gather Information (Well Informed) check.: 1d20+15 29 Knowledge (Arcane Lore) check.: 1d20+15 26 Knowledge (History) check.: 1d20+10 11 Knowledge (Popular Culture) check.: 1d20+10 12 Knowledge (Theology and Philosophy) check.: 1d20+10 11 Yow. Last few were rough, hope that's out of his system. Still, Set should have a pretty good idea that if there's a Norse goddess running around Freedom City, it's probably Thrude. >Set's Reputation Chart for reference.

Blessed by Supercape Set Making adjustments to Description. +2PP Charisma +3PP Feats: Challenge (Fast Feint), Sidekick 2 +1PP to Luck Control: Adding Ultimate Will as a Power Feat +7PP to Deific Aspects Array: Adding Subtle 2 to Mind Reading [+2PP], +1 rank of Morph [+2PP], and Quick Change 2 (Extras: Affects Others, Flaws: Others Only, Power Feats: Precise) [+3PP] Adding Drain Toughness 7 (Extras: Affects Objects, Linked [+0], Ranged, Flaws: Limited [Electronics, -2]) [+7PP] to lightning bolts Adding Autofire [+7PP] to shadow globule +3 ranks of Move Object [+6PP], adding Subtle [+1PP] Adding Selective [+7PP] to Snare Formatted Array: Complete Sheet: Super-Senses 7 (Visual; Extras: Counters Concealment, Counters Obscure [All]) [7PP] (darkness aspect) Deific Aspects Array 17 (34PP; Power Feats: Alternate Power 4) [38PP] [array]Base: Comprehend 3 (Rank 4 Total; Languages [Read/Write, Speak and Understand All Simultaneously]) [6PP] (foreign aspect) [equip]Mind Reading 7 (Extras: Action [Move Action], Area [General, Burst], Flaws: Limited [Surface Thoughts], Sense-Dependent [Auditory], Power Feats: Subtle 2) [9PP] (subtleties of the language) Morph 7 (Any Humanoid, +35 Disguise; Power Feats: Precise, Drawbacks: Limited [Adolescents]) [14PP] Quick Change 2 (Extras: Affects Others, Flaws: Others Only, Power Feats: Precise) [3PP] Super-Senses 2 (Mental; Direction Sense, Distance Sense) [2PP][/equip] AP: Damage 7 (Extras: Autofire, Linked [+0], Ranged, Power Feats: Accurate 1, Affects Insubstantial 2, Homing 1, Indirect 2) [27PP] + Drain Toughness 7 (Extras: Affects Objects, Linked [+0], Ranged, Flaws: Limited [Electronics, -2]) [7PP] (lightning bolt; chaos aspect, storm aspect, electricity) AP: Dazzle 7 (Visual; Extras: Autofire, Power Feats: Accurate 1, Reversible) [23PP] (shadow globule; darkness aspect) [equip]Teleport 5 (500’; Extras: Accurate, Affects Others, Flaws: Medium [Shadows], Short-Range, Power Feats: Turnabout) [11PP] (shadow walk; darkness aspect)[/equip] AP: Environmental Control 10 (20PP, Mix-and-Match Environments; Distraction [precipitation, sandstorm], Hamper Movement [high winds], Heat, Visibility [sandstorm]; Extras: Action [Move], Independent [+0], Flaws: Range [Touch], Power Feats: Reversible) [21PP] (weather control; desert aspect/storm aspect) [equip]Move Object 6 (Heavy Load: 1600 lbs; Power Feats: Subtle) [13PP] (high winds; storm aspect)[/equip] AP: Snare 7 (Extras: Area [General, Shapeable], Selective, Power Feats: Obscure Senses [All Senses], Variable Descriptor 1 [sand or shadows]) [34PP] (darkness aspect/desert aspect)[/array] Device 1 (5PP Container; Flaws: Easy-to-Lose; Power Feats: Restricted [Passcode]) [4PP] (smart phone) [device]Enhanced Feats 3 (Connected, Contacts, Well Informed) [3DP] (social media) Feature 1 (Video Camera) [1DP] Super-Senses 1 (Radio) [1DP][/device] [table][tr]DC Block:[/tr] [tr][td]ATTACK[/td][td]RANGE[/td][td]SAVE[/td][td]EFFECT[/td][/tr] [tr][td]Unarmed[/td][td]Touch[/td][td]DC16 Toughness (Staged)[/td][td]Damage (Physical)[/td][/tr] [tr][td]Lightning Bolt[/td][td]Ranged[/td][td]DC17 Fortitude (Staged)[/td][td]Drain Toughness[/td][/tr] [tr][td][/td][td][/td][td]DC22 [Autofire] Toughness (Staged)[/td][td]Damage (Energy)[/td][/tr] [tr][td]Sand/Shadow Snare[/td][td]Ranged [Shapeable Area][/td][td]DC17 Reflex (Staged)[/td][td]Entangled/Bound[/td][/tr] [tr][td]Shadow Globule[/td][td]Ranged[/td][td]DC17 [Autofire] Reflex[/td][td]Blind[/td][/tr][/table] Totals: Abilities (38) + Combat (26) + Saving Throws (12) + Skills (22) + Feats (49) + Powers (76) - Drawbacks (0) = 223/223 Power Points Sekhmet +2PP Constitution +1PP Skills: +2 Intimidate, +1 Notice, +1 Perform (Dance) +2PP Feats: Challenge (Fast Demoralize), Uncanny Dodge (Auditory) -1PP Feats: Defensive Roll +2PP Enhanced Constitution +4PP Vampiric 4 (on Unarmed Damage) [4PP] (battlelust; warrior aspect) Complete Sheet:

"Leave the red to me, ladies!" Set called, swooping downward and reverting his arms into crimson jacket sleeves just in time to land nimbly behind the hydrokinetic on her ice sled. "Temperance, oh unequaled snowflake, have you been following me?" he asked jauntily, steadying himself on the slippery surface with a rather familiar hand on the hip of her pea coat. "I'm terribly flattered!" Taking advantage of the pose to lean in more closely to Temperance's ear, the godling lowered his voice, sotto voce, and whispered, "Separating our manically patriotic friend from the darling of the developer's conference may be within my significant and arousing power but I would need time. Meanwhile, festive death beams be literally at her fingertips. I am left to hope you possess a plan?" Standing upright back in her human form, Sekhmet stalked over to the armored knight, keeping one smouldering golden eye on the scene overhead. "Hail! The madwoman named thee Caradoc, aye? What transpires here?" The goddess' tones were imperial and demanding but generally polite. She glanced toward the family who had been in the wrong place at the wrong time, regarding the small children as though not entirely sure how to react to them before shifting her stance slightly to place herself between them and Miss Americana.

Ellie gave Mara a very particular smile at her immediate agreement. It wasn't particularly large or toothy and someone who didn't know her quite as well might not have thought anything of it. What it was was warm and loving and untouched my the fatigue that marked the rest of her expression and posture as she unbuttoned her uniform's shirt and shimmied out of the stained pants. "We may need to work on your locker room talk, Marbar, but no, spleens generally don't have those," she drawled with some amusement. "I suppose it would depend on who's spleen it was. Ew? Ew. I think I've thought about ruptured organs as much as I want to for now. How was your day?"

"Ghwah!" Jack made an undignified sound at the unexpected telepathic communication, taking a hasty step back away from the edge of the rooftop and shuddering involuntarily. "Dios, give a guy some warning before you start talking like that..." "Er, I didn't say anything, boss," VINCE piped up in his earpiece, sounding confused and a little concerned. "Not you, the other voice in my head," the fencer muttered as he cast about, trying to figure out where the armored heroine the mental chorus belonged to was hiding herself. "Good to, uh, see you again, too. But I don't know about--" Before he could finish, the distinctive clink of a grappling line biting into brick was followed by the graceful arrival of a hooded woman in dark blues atop the ledge and then the surprisingly agile carapace covered giant from the street below, looking marginally more normal as he introduced himself. "Apparently it's a party. I coulda been charging admission," Jack drawled, lowering but not dismissing his fiery sword just let, lighting the impromptu gathering with flickering orange light from below.

Set had flown all the way to Lonely Point from Lincoln and Ra were his arms tired! While Sekhmet habitually woke with the rising of the sun and insisted her charge do so as well a late night chasing down a curiously intelligent and exasperatingly evasive chimpanzee escaped from STAR Labs had left the warrior goddess exhausted and irritable. Bolstered by the number of retweets his numerous 'monkey business' puns had received online, the less statuesque Heliopolian had been quietly composing a promising series of chimp reaction gifs when the weather outside their east facing window had drawn his attention. His expression had darkened to match the foreboding clouds gathering on the peninsula; someone was tampering with his domain and in a very dangerous and destructive way. It wasn't something that could be left unanswered. He'd been about to wake Sekhmet when it had struck him that she wasn't a weather goddess. Why wake her from her catnap because of a little storm? It would have been selfish, really. He was sure he could have the whole thing sorted out and be back before his divine parole officer even noticed he was missing. She'd probably thank him when all was said and done! He'd already molded his arms into wings of lustrous crimson feathers, slipped out the window and gotten halfway to Southside by the time he'd finished his rationalizations. Now that he was closer to the localized hurricane, the godling compressed his lips into a thin line as he regarded its fury. Someone was very likely to be injured or worse if this continued and he doubted its placement directly over a military base was in any way coincidental. "Someone tis a terribly naughty storm caster," he mused aloud, flapping his wings against the turbulent winds to hover in place momentarily, brick red dreadlocks tossing about furiously. "I ought to sue." A flash of azure and amber topped by golden blonde hair caught his flashing grey eyes against the blotted skies. "Ho, now! Aesir...?" With another beat of his wings he took off after the polearm carrying woman.

Kimber clapped her hands happily as the tension between their new friends ebbed away. "See, that wasn't so hard, right? Good day!" Eying the elder jotun brother sideways for a moment, the phantom made a snap decision and floated over to him. "Here, lemme see you arm for a sec!" When Velkr hesitatingly did so, she produced the silver sword shard she'd used to puncture the swollen heart of Ymir and quickly used it to scrawl a phone number complete with area code between the giant's wrist and elbow, the numbers appropriately large. Floating backward, Kimber grinned and placed her hand, thumb and pinkie extended to the side of her head. "Call me!"

"Consider your every baked good related wish granted," Set promised Skaere with a deep bow that placed her facing away from Temperance, flourishing with both her arms. She turned as she straightened and flashed the elementalist a grin of perfect white teeth framed in full lips painted the same rich brown-black as her eye make-up that was every bit as infuriatingly charming as it was on her male features and several shades past merely friendly. Stepping through the coffee shop door with equal measures of sashay and swagger, she joined the line on waiting customers, causing a murmuring stir as she brought up an app to allow her to pay using her smart phone. Sekhmet, for her part, studiously ignored her charge in favour of concentrating on tracking their quarry. "Rrr... The stench of ignoble death hangs upon the air here. Dried meat and spoiled eggs." A few of the patrons on the patio shifted uncomfortably in their seats as her search brought her closer to their tables. The goddess looked narrowly at the youth they'd found with the wolfskin belt. "Any power granted to thee came not from within, whelp, but was stolen from the rightful bearers."

"Aha, then mayhap we shall see further battle yet this night!" Sekhmet exclaimed with happy surprise, turning on her heel to follow after Teagan in the direction the dragon had headed. Hanging back a step, she made a frank assessment of the posterior contained by the redhead's dark jeans, tilting her head enough for her asymmetrical haircut to fall away from the one golden eye it usually covered. "Hrm. Tis of ample proportion and pleasing shape, aye. Muscular constitution, as well," she stated judiciously, giving the feature in question a swift smack as she fell into step. "Not the absolute perfection of a goddess, true, but then I cannot speak to reptilian tastes." The toothy grin she gave Teagan suggested the offhand jibe had been entirely intentional.

Trevor silently went about his work while Mark and Nina related their story, focusing on his task. He was no doctor but fortunately for all of them he'd focused what medical training he did have on first aid and stabilization. Tightening a final bandage into place with a soft grunt, he answered Erin, "No ambulance. Yet." There were a lot of questions they simply wouldn't be able to answer yet and for now their would-be assassin's overall well being probably benefited from secrecy more than anything else. Gesturing for his girlfriend to take up the injured woman's feet, he lifted her from the middle of her back and shoulders, jostling her as little as possible. "Stable enough to treat here for now." Pausing for a moment, he looked to Nina, crimson irises seeming to glow like embers against the onyx black of the rest of his eyes as they reflected the flight from the house. Finally he told her, "Did the right thing tonight, not the easy thing. Good job." Admittedly they'd all been placed in a rather extreme situation but the Hunter heir decided that she'd earned a measure of trust.

Before Nina had finished turning back around to the bloodied woman Trevor Hunter was sprinting out the back door of the estate, a pen knife in one hand, a chocolate brown towel in the other and a belt covered in compartments draped over one bare shoulder. The young man hadn't delayed long enough to put on anything besides a pair of black silk boxers, pale skin over toned muscle in stark contrast with dark tousled hair and uncanny, clearly metahuman eyes. For all the al-Darsah princess had politely feigned ignorance of the connection between Mark's friends and his Liberty League allies this was no time for keeping up appearances. "Erin's getting emergency kit from infirmary," he informed the abrupt arrivals tersely, leaving any questions about the situation for later. The pen knife quickly got the remnants of the injured woman's outfit out of the way while the towel handed to Nina kept pressure on the worst of the bleeding while Trevor accessed more precise tools from his belt and went to work with the brusque efficiency of a battlefield medic.

"You can leave it in place for now," K'ilo decided, giving Temperance an enthusiastic slap on the back in congratulations, "but we ought to be fine now that we're not drawing directly on the reactor." As he spoke a small group of technicians in similar uniforms to the Chief hurriedly entered the chamber, moving as quickly as they could around the low ceilings and patchwork lumps of technology sticking out at random intervals from seemingly every surface. "Come on, we'd best go check back in with the captain. Captains. Hnn, can feel that headache coming back already..." ***** Looking over the piles of alien mercenaries, Seven grunted flatly. "We made it to FTL," she explained, indicating the now smooth ride of the starship with a vague wave of her hand. "Nothing's teleporting on board for now." One Lor soldier and three more crew members of varying species clamoured down the hallway toward them, all armed with rifles similar to the one Shepherd-07 carried. "About time. We'll have words on response time later. For now just get these pirates to the brig. Kid, do me a favour and give them a hand, alright?" The last part was directed toward Bee-Keeper and with his help the deck was soon clear of fallen invaders. With a tired sigh, Seven turned to the door they'd been guarding and rapped on it with her knuckles. "Alright, princess, good to go." The portal hissed open, sliding into the bulkhead to reveal an extremely cross looking Lor teenager, perhaps sixteen or so if Geckoman was any judge. "That is 'senator,' Captain, as you well know!" she insisted primly, hands on her hips as she glared upward at the considerably taller commando. Honey blonde hair done up in a complicated style and held in place with ornate pins contrasted with dark, conspicuously flawless skin, while her robes suggested something between an elegant ballgown and a judge's ceremonial uniform. "Acting senator," Seven rebutted, an almost invisible smirk suggesting that she'd set the girl up for that on purpose. Turning to Chris, she added, "May I introduce Lady Iana Th'emme." The teenager looked the green costumed acrobat up and down twice in skeptical confusion before asking, "Who is this supposed to be?"

As the last ninja made ready to bolt for it, Erik raised a calming placating hand. "Hey, woah, it's alright man," the fencer assured the ambusher in a soothing tone even as vines continued to rile about their feet. Jean had recovered enough to get his feet back under him and prod one of the flora-bound Katanarchists curiously with his sword, some mixture of annoyance at being struck and appreciation for Min's dominating show of force on his face. "Obviously this didn't go the way you were planning, yeah? How about we all just calm down?" The sword wielding cultist hesitated, looking as if he might be considering the suggestion. Before he could, however, Erik sprung forward like a coiled jungle cat and brought an overhand slash of his own fiery blade down across the ninja. The katana clattered to the forest floor in too pieces, glowing red hot where it had been sliced in half. Its user fared better, the metamagi pulling his proverbial punch to merely knock him unconscious and seriously singe his robes. "It's our damn anniversary, jackass," Erik muttered angrily to the fallen opponent. "Is it really?" Jean interjected, surprised. Well! Joyeux anniversaire, then!"

Jack of all Blades Move Action: Feint Katanarchist, DC 29 with Skill Mastery Standard Action: Energy Sword vs. Katanarchist; Power Attack 5, Take 10. (25) Katanarchist Sense Motive vs. DC 29.: 1d20+16 28 Fortitude Save vs. DC 16.: 1d20+8 22 Toughness Save vs. DC 24.: 1d20+7 14 Knocked out and that's the ambush handily dealt with.

Ellie squeezed Mara's hand back. They didn't need to say out loud why hospital rooms and life support equipment might make the young engineer uncomfortable and they didn't need to say how much it meant that she was willing to come into Trinity anyway to see her girlfriend. They didn't need to talk about how well Mara could read her expression or how well she understood the burdens placed on Ellie by her abilities and her uncut determination. They both already knew. "On the other hand, I do see considerably fewer explosions, muñequita. Or, y'know, terrifying tears in the very fabric of reality. ...although that's a pretty good description of a ruptured spleen. Here we go." Arriving quickly at the locker rooms at their new brisker pace, she nodded her head toward the entrance. Rather than a door, dividing walls created two symmetrical pathways of right angles that led into the men's and women's sides respectively. The sign on the nearby wall clearly indicated that only employees were allowed past that point but after taking a quick look back and forth down the hallway, Ellie pulled Mara along after her. "Grab a seat, I won't take long," she promised, indicating a bench along the wall before heading over to her locked and opening the combination lock. "While I'm thinking of it, could you swing staying over for a couple nights this week? Yolanda's been having nightmares again -- not nearly as bad as they used to be, thank goodness but she's tossing and turning all night half of the time. She always sleeps better when she knows both of us are in the next room."

Set blinked a few times as Miss Americana flew off, tilting his head to one side in consideration. "Sekhmet, methinks we had best be after her." The goddess gave her charge a quizzical look, placing her hands on her hips. "Surely there shall be other opportunities to ingratiate thyself with those above thy station, betrayer." "Clearly she be not herself, oh Mistress of Dread! Leaving a public appearance while cameras still roll? Tis absolute madness!" Seeing the taller deity rapidly loosing patience he added, "Further, she was just now invaded by an entity of immense power, if you must know." "Eh?! Should this be some sour jest--" "Truly, Sekhmet, if anyone knows about violent possession by terrible chaos beings...!" With a roll of his shoulders, Set's arms, jacket sleeves and all melted and spread outward, quickly becoming raptor wings resplendent with brick read feathers. "Do keep up!" Without another word he was flapping though the air toward the site where the patriotic paragon had dropped out of the sky, followed by an irritated but speedy tawny lioness on the ground.

Floating gently into the air mid-skip, Kimber's form faded into pale blue transparency while her outfit blurred out of focus abruptly as though it was at the very edge of the peripheral vision of anyone watching, refocusing into view as a tattered reapers cloak. The hood hung low over her head, hiding her eyes while leaving a chipper smile of pure snow white teeth visible. "I'm sure we'll catch up if we hurry!" she declared optimistically, twirling in a tight spiral like a pirouetting ballerina unbound by gravity before pulling her arms in tight and following after her friends. "If they're afraid I'll be able to smell it on them! They probably would be if they knew what was chasing them, eh, hahaha!"

"I meant you!" Ellie huffed, attempting more wounded vehemence than it turned out she could actually pull off convincingly. She had to admit that Mara's interpretation made at least as much sense but that was entirely beside the point. "Hmph. But yeah, this is where they put folks when making them comfortable is a concern one way or another. Most of the rooms are doubled up just because there's not enough space but there are some private ones, too." It was one of the nicer, quieter parts of the hospital but nobody staying there was there by choice. The weight of the place felt heavy on Ellie's shoulders; her metamagi powers seemed to be less effective the longer someone had lived with a condition. She was no better able to help the people in the long-term ward than anyone else on staff. "Anyway, we're heading for the locker room so I can put on something a little less bile-y."

Drawn by the crowd of cameras and onlookers like a moth to a flame, Set inevitably led Sekhmet toward the press conference wrapping up after the tour. "Eh, Miss Americana?!" Hurriedly tapping away at his phone the godling smacked his forehead with the heel of his empty palm. "Argh, why did I unfollow the ArcheTech corporate Twitter account?! Well, aye, they failed to follow back, which be the barest minimum of basic etiquette..." He dissolved into vague mutters as he focused more and more on his emergency browser search. Sekhmet looked between the perturbed godling and the blonde woman in the sundress as though trying to decide whether or not she was missing some key piece of information which would explain the context of the situation. "By her title, she be another of the realm's mortal champions?" Set slipped his phone into his crimson pocket and glared at the warrior goddess as though she had just asked whether or not it was advisable to stare directly into Ra's sun. "Tis the least of note, Sekhmet! Heroic paragon, aye, but as well head of the very guild that crafts my intelligent phone and the tablet upon which you so enjoy watching the Netflix! And well respected arcanist in her own right, and mayhap the most beloved woman in the nation! Do you ken how many friends have pledged themselves to her upon the Facebook?!" He narrowed his eyes and clenched a fist melodramatically, adopting an artificially deeper voice. "I must devour her heart and gain her might." With a bored sigh, Sekhmet crossed her arms. "Rrrowr. Very well, but quickly. And do not expect aid; thou shall have to best her thyself." Body language abruptly confused and apprehensive, Set squinted back at her. "I... what? No, my meaning-- What?" "What?" "...mayhap we should simply introduce ourselves," the youthful Heliopolian suggested carefully, to which his taller companion remained equally blasé. Rubbing his temples for a moment, Set affixed a broad grin to his face and strutted forward.

Jill isn't actually present for this one, Shaen, sorry for not clarifying that earlier. Jack hits 20 on Notice with Skill Mastery, then Will Save vs. DC 31.: 1d20+10 20.

"For now, anyway," Ellie mused, her smile a little less weary for having watched Mara's impression of a product pitch. While one couldn't very well play colour matching puzzle games or check photographic social media feeds on an earbud the EMT somehow doubted either feature constituted a legitimate selling point in the eyes of the irritated inventor. "That kid is a little sparkplug and she just keeps on growing. She gets so annoyed when she can't quite reach a position yet but she doesn't like to say anything, just keeps plugging away at it over and over again. So stubborn! Reminds me of someone else I know, hmm?" She jostled her girlfriend's hip with her own while tilting her head to brush her cheek against the top of the blonde's hair as they reached the second floor. The hallway of long term care room they passed through was one of the quieter parts of the hospital, at least just then, with the handful of people going about their business nodding or waving politely to Ellie as they walked by.

Around the corner, concealed by her ring in an alleyway that provided a full view of the community center's back door, the lenses of Blodeuwedd's mystically treated goggles highlighted a whisper of magic on a nearby rooftop. It was brief, a flicker of power she might have associated with a rote cantrip, a mage lighting a candle or levitating a small object to their hand. Even so it was unmistakeable as a flash of light reflected off of a sniper's scope. On the street, not making much attempt to hide his considerable mass including the biosuit, Graft may not have been aware of any exercises of mystical might but with his vision extended deep into the infrared end of the spectrum it was tough for him to miss a sudden heat radiating from behind the ledge of the same rooftop. He'd have assumed it was an open flame had he not been able to make out the rough outline of a shoulder against the evening sky once his attention was drawn in the right direction. Floating over the entire scene, invisible to minds that simply forgot that they were looking at her, the Scarab sensed the drum beat of competition and building excitement from the teenagers playing basketball on the court below her, the grey drone of passersby going about their uneventful business for the evening, the relaxed syncopation of the security guard sitting just inside the center's doors looking up occasionally from the sports stream on his phone. Standing out against all of that were three pinpricks of heightened, piano wire taut awareness and suspicion directed toward the same building she'd come to investigate herself.

As the stakeout wore on, Jack was beginning to doubt anything properly suspicious was going to present itself until he spotted nearly seven feet of forest green muscle and chitin walking down the street. "...well, there's something you don't see every day," the fencer muttered under his breath, creeping close to the edge of the building's roof to get a better look and smoothly sliding a worn metal lighter out of his greatcoat pocked and into a gloved palm. "Guess it's nice to know I can still find reasons to say that." Flicking open the lighter and producing a small flame, he subtly flexed the part of him that felt the energy of the flame in a language outside his usual five senses and drew it forth into a ribbon of fire, solidified heat and ember in the shape of a rapier blade held out of view.

Ghost Girl hovered over the heart with the slowly spinning silver shard levitating over her outstretched palm, looking rather pleased with herself. She flew over to retrieve Avro from Heimdall as she spotted the Aesir and jotun approaching, giving the manticore a rigorous scratch behind the ears as he perked up in the abating cold. With a finicky yowl that made it clear that affection would be shown when and only when he demanded it, he clamoured over the phantom's arms to find his customary perch on her shoulder. Finally taking notice of the hostilities between their new Norse allies, Kimber pursed her lips and floated high enough into the air to place herself in the sight lines between the Asgardian and the frost giants. "Now cut that out, all of you!" she chided with a stern frown, looking back and forth between the offending parties. "You just did good work together and we're not going to ruin it now by being a bunch of jerks for no reason! Heimdall, you can't take Ymir's heart and you know it. It's just a big scary thing to you but to the jotun it's got outrageous cultural significance and where I'm from we take that sort of thing pretty darn seriously!" The poltergeist fearlessly stared down at the all-seeing deity before whirling around on the giants. "And you two need to own up to making a big honking mess here and admit that he's got reason to be worried. If you're taking the heart back it needs to go somewhere safer and you need to make sure Heimdall can keep an eye on it, too, just in case. Fair?" Ghost Girl's tone and posture, hands on her hips, communicated that there was only one correct answer.