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Masque Assemble! (1) Let's Fall in Like (4) Out for a Spin (3) Red Sky at Night (4) Shadow of the Mummy (4) Through the Mirrored glass and Back Again (1) Ref point to Wraith, please.
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"Mmm," said Elizabeth, keeping lockstep with Ashley in an effort to remain in her social space that was getting less subtly-meddling by the moment. "Maybe? I think it was probably the easiest part, myself, but I'm not really keen on finding out again and I did say it was depressing. It's a party!" That last bit was apparently an admonishment, picking her cheer back up and daring to wag a finger at the fearsome Watchdog herself. "You have to do something fun, you can't just lurk around staring at your sister all the time. That's terrible. What do you do that's any fun at all?" Elizabeth laughed, nodding at her teammate's wisdom. "She does, and I'm kind of jealous," she admitted, sticking out one leg and mock-frowning at it. Well, mostly mock-frowning. There was a reason it was a midi dress and not anything more daring. Even this may have been too much. "I don't know if I have what it takes to spend that much time in the gym, though, you know? The entrance was great, though. I'm going to have to get you to teach me how to do that! Just, um. Maybe easier on the hinges. I can always fake the noise."
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"Huh! I expected more...voom." Elizabeth was looking around in open curiosity, hands in her pockets and her mask sitting jauntily on her hip, attached to her belt. It was also floating just above and behind her shoulder, translucent, and it mimicked every movement of her head - the tilt, the turn, always a half-second behind like it was caught in her tide. She didn't seem to notice. "I kind of like it this way, though. Hello!" She waved, finally catching up to the man's appearance. She was pretty sure nobody had mentioned living people in here; was he part of that security system? "I'm Elizabeth. We're all here to help."
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ooc Through the Mirrored Glass and Back Again (OOC)
Fox replied to Zeitgeist Blue's topic in Archives
Quick question on the IC - for clarity of descriptors/etc, were they all transferred physically and whole into the suit's world, or just their minds/souls (and a projection of their belongings)? -
"Oooh, yes. Tour!" Elizabeth was grinning, keeping pace as they made their way into the exhibit halls. "If they have questions about things they'll probably be nearby anyway, right? Plus," she added, casually pointing at their friend with one encouraging finger, "I bet that even at your worst you're better than the little museum cards and plaques. You were actually there!" She did have to pull up at list a little short, her grin receding a half-inch as her better nature caught up with her. Impulse control, right. "We won't try to steal too much of your time, though - I won't, at least," she ammended, glancing Kam's way and not wanting to speak for him. "It's your day, after all."
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The Elizabeths shot each other a look, all their joviality drained out of them for just an instant before they picked it back up with a slightly pained grin. "We're not going to answer that one honestly," the one on the left admitted. "It'd be really depressing," confirmed the other. "Mostly we just have to--" One of them spied Àjàṣorò, and the other cocked her head that way too; they looked at each other again, some silent communication running between them until one (had it been the first one?) tapped her fist into her hand. Whatever the rules were, they both knew them well: in the space of a breath one had thrown two fingers, the other threw three, and the left-most Elizabeth shrugged good-naturedly and turned to amble toward their fellow red-teamer. "Mostly we just have to settle things, you know. Civilly! It's all about figuring out your own rules, I guess; I don't know, I'm new to this. Oh!" She turned again, cupping her hands around her mouth to shout at her retreating counterpart. "Come back with drinks!" Elizabeth wandered up to Àjàṣorò, waving. "Hey! Does your roommate always open doors like that?" she was grinning, leaning her head over conspiratorially even as she stood a couple feet away and spoke at normal volume. "The door to your room must be a mess."
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"Wow." Elizabeth raised her eyebrows, looking sideways at Ashley as she took another sip of her probably-illusory drink. "...that is super depressing. But, alright, only rely on yourself. Got it. Can do!" Her cup dissolved into little shards of light as she quietly split in two - simultaneously standing still and moving to the side, leaving her flanked by Ashley and...herself. "I mean, I guess I make for pretty good backup?" "Sure," replied the second young teen, "but I'm not really sold on ignoring pretty dresses." "Right? We look great." One of the Elizabeths brushed out her skirt, grinning. "We do! We should rely on ourselves, and look great in a dress." Elizabeth (Elizabeth 1?) smiled, turning that smile back toward Ashley like a hundred-watt bulb. "I think you're outnumbered!"
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"That was great!" Elizabeth had bee-lined for Veronica, not the exhibits, after providing her share of applause and finding a path through the other attendees; her dress had swooshed nicely as she weaved, and she made a mental note to wear it to the upcoming dance. She bet that if she put a nice sash or cloth belt on it she could hang her mask.... Considerations for later. "I'm not going to lie, I kind of want to be an archaeologist now," she admitted, grinning; it took a concerted effort to not pull a white pith helmet out of thin air. "Maybe not bad enough to crawl around getting bit by scarabs or whatnot, but I can only imagine how great finding that secret chamber must have been."
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Elizabeth managed to maintain the expression of a wide-eyed advice sponge, though she had to hide her mouth behind a drink she hadn't had a few moments before. Not that it didn't sound like good advice, but even her naivete was caught somewhere between trusting the word of a more experienced student and general disbelief that kids would find a way to get drunk and backstab at an early-year school dance. The tension left her hanging somewhere in the middle, wondering just where such advice could possibly come from. There was a story here, and she wanted it. "If you say so!" she said, finally. "I'm going to be pretty honest: I haven't been able to spend much time around people, because of...stuff, so I'm not used to having long-term friends. How do I tell the good ones from the ones that will turn on me?"
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Elizabeth popped an eyebrow and mostly kept herself from blushing at the accusation, but she seemed more surprised than offended. "I...no! You don't have to want to kiss her to be jealous, it's just that...I don't know, they're taking away your time, yeah? I got a little jealous when my brothers would bring home their partners, it's not that weird." "I haven't been here super long, so there's a lot I don't know," she said, shrugging helplessly. It was a full-body thing, as exaggerated a pantomime as ever. "I've been getting to know people, though, and she can heal broken bones, and they cancel out science when they touch palms, and, you know, so on. I bet that the kind of people who'd put together a school like this have all kinds of stuff in place to keep students from killing each other, too. How bad do you think a dance is going to get?" She hesitated, losing a little steam on the positivity before adding, "It's my first - do I have a lot I need to worry about, or watch for?"
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With something to focus on Elizabeth had relaxed somewhat; the podium had her full attention, and she was sitting with her legs crossed beneath her skirt, hands folded in her lap as Veronica talked. It was a less exciting recounting than she'd hoped; she knew, realistically, that archaeology couldn't all be fights against buried gods and races against sinister thousand-year traps, but she'd, you know, hoped. Still, riddles and secret writings, nearly lost to the ages...that had a certain appeal. She smiled, cocking her head. "I like how she's so casual about her travels," she whispered, just inside Kam's earshot. "Like it's just a normal thing. 'Oh, sure, while I was solving all kinds of other mysteries I guess I got to this one eventually...'"
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Elizabeth nodded sagely, reaching out to pull a white World War II helmet out of thin air; she plopped it down on her head and pulled it low to cover everything but an ear-to-ear grin. "We shall fight it on the beaches!" she said, "We shall fight it on the cafeteria grounds, we shall fight it in the gym and in the garden, and I don't actually remember the rest of this quote." She shrugged, leaning forward on folded arms and looking around as if the helmet wasn't placed firmly over her eyes. It was somewhat incongruent with her simple t-shirt and pale blue jeans, but at least it met her color scheme requirements, and if the mask at her hip had any objections to competing headwear, it wasn't betraying its feelings. "You get the idea, though. I'm in! It sounds fun."
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Where once there had been nothing - no sight, no sound - suddenly there was Elizabeth, standing next to Ashley and rather pointedly following her line of sight as her illusory invisibility fell away like so many gently-rotating mirrors. She'd dressed up - a sleeveless white midi dress, flattering but tasteful, fit to her waist but softly flaring out into a more flowing fabric as it fell down her legs and faded into a soft blue. With a pair of short, white, strappy heels and her mask sitting boldly on one hip, full-size, she'd found a way to feel at least slightly less awkward in a new situation. She'd also gone invisible and spent some time spying on people who'd probably been to more real school parties, of course. That had helped. And this.... "I think if you stare any harder you might burn a hole in one of them?" she said, having already let a silence hang just long enough to be uncomfortable. She was smiling, though; no recrimination, just curiosity and an ill-disguised love of meddling. "Are you jealous? It's okay if you're jealous. ....which one are you jealous of?"
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Elizabeth shook her head in wonder and mock frustration. "Oh, man! I don't even know what my favorite burger would be," she said - she was playing up for effect, a bit, falling into her own stride now that she'd been talking to new people for a while, but the ill-directed nervous enthusiasm was still there. "It's always so different, there's always something new to try! It's really hard to go wrong with the classic, though - cheddar cheese, ketchup, mustard, lettuce, tomato, bacon. Nothing too fancy, nothing too simple. Then you can move up to, I dunno - I had a really good one that was all blue cheese and vinegar onions." Pausing just long enough to cock her head at the chapel, she had to hop a bit to catch up to the rest as they continued on. This tour had no brakes. "Hopefully more weddings than funerals!" she said, smiling. "I don't think they'd marry students. Gosh, I hope not. That's really romantic, but seems like it'd be really...not good."
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"Thank you! I really like your shirt, too, the pattern's great. But, no, I, um. I really haven't," Elizabeth admitted, turning her head only partway over to talk. She didn't want to miss the big moments on stage...but then, she didn't want to miss anything ever. It was hard to tell where any one thing rated. "A couple fancy parties, but never for very long, and I never really got to dress up. I do like museums, though, and the chance to see an exhibit open was too good!" She flashed a smile, shrugging helplessly. "Besides," she added, "I really want to hear how this was done, too. It always sounds so exciting after, all digs and tombs and ancient secrets. I don't know if it lives up to the hype, but that's a hard story to beat!"
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Elizabeth Grey was excited, which she was very expertly hiding by frequently smoothing down her dress. It was nice, for all that she'd had to use magic to fake it - a sleeveless white midi-dress that was fit to her waist before flaring slightly as it fell down in a looser blue - it moved nicely when she walked and she liked to think it resembled a flower. She was almost sure she'd gotten it right; the real one had been in a window the other day and she'd loved it the moment she saw it. She'd own the real one, probably, eventually, when she could afford it. She wouldn't own any new museum artifacts. She very much wanted to be here, she wanted to see everything, and she never regretted her own for an instant...but one was enough. She was happy to sit in the audience, watch her schoolmate have her day, and experience a bare minimum of curses, magic, and ancient clingy art pieces. Not that she was too worried - she could feel hers even now, hidden away in the purse at her heel, and she didn't think it wanted to share.
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Masque took a step back, thinking very briefly of what a pike through the chest felt like as she listened to the gunshots. "You, um, you do know how to work this thing, right?" One hand disappeared into her cloak and came back out pulling a semi-circle of wood, which in turn trailed more and more handle...until she had, improbably, conjured a full wooden crook-staff from a garment that could never hope to conceal any such thing. She spun it expertly enough, shifting her grip to the part wrapped in white cloth. "'cos I've seen a lot of old Star Trek re-runs," she said, "and I don't think this one usually ends very well. They wouldn't put real hurt-y bullets in a training simulation, I guess....right? Right. ....right?"
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"If that's how the food works here I'm definitely going to need to use that gym," Elizabeth laughed - though she was only half-joking. She didn't actually know how her metabolism worked anymore, but the mention of good food in good company had her just this side of salivating. "I'm pretty sure that's how it works, anyway," she added, rolling her hands up in an easy shrug. "That's what my brothers always said. Aha - but you can do so much with a burger! Cheese is good, condiments, pickles, bacon. Peppers, mayonnaise, special sauces....so many things to try. I kind of envy you! You get to try them all for the first time." She'd been staring up at nothing as she spoke, and had to take a moment to pull her brain back up out of her stomach. "But, um. Starting simple is probably good, you never know what you might like."
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Combat With +5 base attack and +0/+7 strength, Agnes would have a Grapple bonus of +5/+12. Powers You're over-paying for the teleport, I believe - Teleport 5 without modifiers is 10pp, so only 11pp after the power feat.
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"I know a lot less than I'd like," Elizabeth admitted, turning the mask to face her, and frowning at it as if she could compel it to speak. "And not just illusions, but mostly, and I guess that'll come up with practice?" She shrugged, and with a half a glance at everyone else's more colorful gear, placed the artifact over her face; some small force rippled out from where it made contact, clothing stretching and bleaching into a hooded white cloak over an approximation of the school spandex in white and blue. Even the mask was brighter, somehow more alive and new, for all that it hadn't changed much. "Which is to say, I'm with them, I guess! What've you got, teach?"
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pc Ms. Britannia (PL 11) - Tiffany Korta (Gold)
Fox replied to Tiffany Korta's topic in Archived Characters
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Blinking, Elizabeth looked suitably chagrined at having missed that bit. "Oh! Yes, sorry," she said. "With the whole 'no leaving campus and doing things!' thing, I hadn't thought-- right." She reached down to her waist and detached the little charm; she pressed it between her palms, and when she pulled her hands apart it grew between them, a full-size face covering in white. It was almost unadorned, bearing only its two eyes and a pair of faded stripes that ran from forehead, through the eyes, and down along the cheeks; there was a small indentation in the forehead, but the whole thing looked simple and faded - almost asleep, if a mask could sleep. "Masque," she said, smiling. "M-a-s-q-u-e, for the mystique, I suppose."
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Wraith Another Castle (1) Alice/Gremlin The Black Luck Job (1) Masque Assemble! (6) Out for a Spin (6) School Daze (4) Ref point to Masque, please.
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"That's good, because I...really can't," Elizabeth laughed, stepping into the dojo herself. She was dressed casually, in a loose white blouse and matching white pants - a little charm, some kind of half-inch mask, was dangling on a cord tied to her belt. She was looking around with open curiosity, and a touch of wonder - she'd been told about the Doom Room, but she hadn't really believed it. Clearly she should have. Which, somehow, reminded her that she was supposed to be having a conversation. "Um! I do...tricks," she said, spinning around on her heel to face the rest; she held one hand up, palm raised, and light spun itself into a softly-glowing rose. "Illusions, and some...other stuff like that. I'm still figuring out the 'battlefield' bit, got a kind of crash course in the recent...events. I'm pretty sure I'm tougher than I'm supposed to be but I would definitely rather dodge a hit than take it."