Kaede Kimura

The Dreamer saw the men coming, pushing through the crowd. She glared at them, spotting Blackstaff just before they shoved him. Her eyes locked onto the one who approached her to start attempting to scatter her dreams. The possibly real boy ran, along with many of the smaller dreams, while others responded in kind, the small dragons hissing at the man in unison and many others brandishing claws or weapons. The Dreamer herself wheeled her way out from the side of the street, gathering her dreams around her. She stopped directly in front of the group, giving them a look that could peel paint off of a wall. "Gentlemen, you seem to be in a hurry and have forgotten your manners. I am afraid that I draw issue with that. You should apologize to the people, and believe me, it is not a suggestion." She punctuated her words with an ever increasing number of dreams, many of more aggressive proportions. Creatures with large fangs and great claws stood together glaring at the Takazumi-Gumi as The Dreamer offered the chance to apologize.

Shadowborne Muirne quickly grabbed her fallen spear and threw it again, wincing as the demon swung to the side, easily evading the spear. Annoyed, she turned to Luke. "Have you got any ideas to get him off the wall, Nightscale?"

Okay, Muirne is gonna grab her spear and throw it at the demon again. 1d20+4 = 13 (Thank you RocketLord for correcting me) and Muirne misses 19 - Nevermore II - 3HP - Unharmed 16 - Shadowborne - 3HP - Unharmed 6 - Nightscale - 3HP - Unharmed 6 - Spinethrower Demon - Unharmed 3 - Gangster - Unharmed

Yikes 1d20+8 = 12 I am definitely HPing that! 1d20+8 = 25 means she's okay!

Alrighty, good month for me! Shadowborne: 10PP Character Posts 3 + 1 + 3 + 6 + 5 = 18 Posts Fury Road 3 Posts Survival Class: Silver Linings 1 Post Mirror Mirror 3 Posts How a Young Heart Really Feels 6 Posts Brimstone and Bullet Casings 5 Posts GM Posts 4 is equivalent 8 Character Posts Brimstone and Bullet Casings 4 Posts Total 26 = 3PP Bonuses Origins Vignette (1000+ Words) - 2PP 20/20 Hindsight (1000+ Words) - 2PP The Interview (Twenty Questions) - Thank you to RocketLord for letting me include Charlie 1PP Shadowborne Reputation - 1PP Steel Shade NPC - 1PP Total 2 + 2 + 1 + 1 + 1 = 7PP Complete Total 3 + 7 = 10PP Shooting Star: 1PP Rising Stars - 7 Posts The Dreamer: 1PP Fate of the Serpent - 2 Posts Big Trouble in Little Jadetown - 1 Post

GM The demon sneered at its attempted attackers while the gangster ran back from Nevermore and into a nearby alley, pulling out his phone. The heroes could hear him shouting, "There are heroes here man! Three of 'em!" He followed it up with a litany of cursing as it sounded like he ran into something before telling whoever was on the other end the street they were on. The demon by contrast showed a little more spine, casting it's quill at Shadowborne. The projectile shrieked through the air, embedding itself into the ground as the heroine dodged. The teens the man had been hassling called their thanks to the trio before running off towards home.

Shadowborne: Origin Story She heard her mother and father shout her name when the branch cracked beneath her. Her hair whipped into her face, and fear pulsed through her as she seemed to fall for eternity. The moment passed and she continued to plummet. Suddenly it was like a dam broke and something cold and dark ran through her from her core. It didn't hurt when she hit the ground, but everything else did. The sun and warmth of the day burned and she didn't know why. Something was wrong, she could feel it. She felt it as she stood, the movement easy and flowing. She looked down at herself and screamed. Where her body was supposed to be was instead just a mass of shadows that writhed in the light. "Muirne?" Her father's voice was filled with concern and something she couldn't identify. Fear. Some unknown corner of her mind whispered and was pleased. She paid it no mind in her panic though. “Fæder, hwá sy forþgang on?1” She asked before they both stopped at the inhuman tone of her voice. “Ic magan ne forescprecan...2” Muirne curled in on herself. What was she supposed to do? How had this happened? What if- What if she was stuck like this? Her mother pushed past to crouch next to her, hushing her gently. “Ælcuht sy geférness oþ belimpan wáh.3” she said softly. Muirne stilled to look at her as she reached her hand out to her face. But she never felt it touch her skin. (Break) It was the second day since she’d transformed, and Muirne was staying in the house while her parents talked outside. She heard her father talking. He sounded nervous. “Héo sy ne onwendednes edhwierft. Ic bió geférness begangan oþ þá oþres folcfry oþ déman hwá wé motan fremman.1” Her mother replied quietly and Muirne couldn’t make out what she said, but her father simply said “Gese.5” She wasn’t sure she wanted to know what he’d agreed to, given what she’d become. Her father departed, while her mother reentered the house. “Muirne? Hwær biaþ þú déore?6” She was beneath the bed but didn’t say anything. She didn’t want to be taken away or hurt. She wanted to stay! She didn’t think her mother would make her leave but if no one knew she was under the bed than the folcfry couldn’t order her out and then she could stay and live under the bed and everything would be- Her mother’s head blocked the gentle light that still reached her, and a gentle smile formed on her face, although she wasn’t sure how she could see it given the darkness she was sitting in, with the light coming from behind. Still, it was comforting to see her mother, her silhouette surrounded by soft light and that gentle expression.”Þær þú biaþ deorling. Þú fremman ne neód oþ bedíglian beneoðan þá bedd.7” Muirne slithered out from under her bed at her mother’s coaxing. She couldn’t hold onto her mother for comfort like she wanted to. They’d quickly discovered that the only way she could interact with people and objects was attacking them, which she would never do to her own family. The warmth of her mother’s body was nearing painful, but she took comfort in the proximity nonetheless. Slowly she relaxed, her mother’s presence making her feel safe. And then she felt it. Her mother’s touch. They both looked at each other in shock, and Muirne inspected her restored body with wonder and excitement. “Ic bió gewunelic gegn!8” She cried as her mother smiled wide and wrapped her in a warm hug. “Þú biaþ déore!9” Muirne’s mother replied as Muirne bounced happily in her arms as she carried her outside into the sun again. “Fæder neód ne bewrecan mé forsíþ!10” She crowed excitedly. Her mother tutted, “Ic wyllan næfre habban gelifed hine oþ bewrecan þú forsíþ.11” She said chidingly. Muirne held herself close to her mother as she started to sing a lullaby. She could still feel the cold and darkness inside of herself and knew on some deeper level that she would be able to draw it out again and transform. (Break) Her father returned a few hours later after discussing what to do with the folcfry. Muirne woke up in her bed, having fallen asleep and being placed there by her mother. “-Gif Muirne dēþ ne þonne wé don ne habban ænig oþres ceasnesse, héo motan feran.12” Muirne froze. Her father sounded defeated. If she did not what? The way he’d said it meant there was an option where she didn’t have to leave, so what did she have to do? Scrambling out of bed she bolted to the door. She didn’t want to go, she’d do anything she had to. She burst out the door, her mother turning to face her while her father’s expression turned to shock as she threw her arms around him. “Fæder cweman don ne bewrecan mec forsíþ! Ic wyllan don æghwæt ic habban oþ don! Cweman don ne macian mec feran!” Her father’s hands came to rest gently on her shoulders, squeezing them gently. “Þú don ne neód oþ feran. Þá folcfry hæfdon twegen costas for þú oþ belifan ond þú habban furðum forþēodest þá frumreed cost.14” Muirne looked up at her father curiously. He was looking down at her, and while she could never remember seeing him smile he still looked happy without it. “Ond hwá sy þá oþres cost, Fæder?15” Her mother’s hands were placed over her father’s and she jumped slightly at her sudden appearance. “Þæt þú cunnian oþ ágnung hit.16” Muirne nodded vigorously at the second condition, causing her mother to laugh slightly. She let go of her father’s waist and her mother picked her up again. It was nice to feel touch after her experience. Her father continued talking. “Sum of þá folcfry besprǣcon þæt héo meahte beon baldor.17” Muirne looked between her parents in wonder as her mother smiled at her, “Well deorling, don þú behéfþ oþ beon baldor?18” Muirne smiled and nodded vigorously again.

Okay, IC for the demon will come after yours 'Zul. It'll be throwing it's spine at Muirne. 1d20+2 = 16 close but no cigar.

Shadowborne: The Interview (20 Questions) Muirne looked over at Charlie as he surveyed the questions he’d written down. A class project where the students paired up to ask each other questions made a lot of sense on paper, but when there were so many secrets floating around the class it made things slightly awkward during question sessions. So far all the ‘share something about yourself’ team-building exercises had been fairly straight forward given she could answer generally. Being “From Kent in England” wasn’t a lie, even if it wasn’t quite accurate. Still, she felt bad about the fact that she might have to lie to him about things like that. She knew that everyone respected secrets around here, given no one had pushed her on why she spoke Old English or anything like that. And again, “My parents taught me” wasn’t a lie… It just lacked context. She smothered a sigh. Honestly, given what the Raven family was supposed to be like she wouldn’t be overly surprised if Charlie had a written report on her tucked away in his ceiling that contained everything from her actual history to the family line and dental records of the lunch ladies. “Alright then, gotta be something good in here, right?” Charlie was making his usual grin as he skimmed through the notes on the exercise. “Alright, let’s start with the basics, right? So, where are you from?” Muirne blinked, she’d just been thinking about that one. She cleared her throat to buy herself time. Just saying ‘I’m from Kent in England.’ seemed too little. Was that how specific he wanted? Or did he want her to elaborate? She could add more, couldn’t she? “I’m uh, from a small rural community in Kent.” “Really? That’s all there is to it?” Charlie was sounding a bit suspicious now, in his playful manner. “Where’d you pick up that weird language you’re talking half the time, then? Doesn’t really sound like something you’d hear over there now, as far as I know.” Muirne wasn’t sure if she was being messed with at this point. Was Charlie secretly a mind reader and had kept it hidden? Or maybe one of his gadgets let him do it? Muirne didn’t know technology well enough to dismiss that as an option. Still, she had just been thinking about her complete non-answer to this question, which made her feel worse about giving it honestly. She smiled over the table at Charlie before answering. “Yeah, my parents taught me to speak it from a young age. I didn’t even speak much English before a couple of years ago.” There, that was true. If you ignored the gaping hole of over a thousand years in the middle of the story. Charlie winked. “Sure. If you say so.” He looked over the questions, found another. “So, why’d you decide to go out and be a hero? I mean, powers are cool and all, but doesn’t mean that you have to be a super hero.” Muirne did not sigh and slump in relief when Charlie switched questions and anyone who said otherwise was a liar. This was a bit safer to answer without exposing herself. “There was never really anything else considered. As soon as I got my powers it was ‘Oh our Muirne is going to be a hero one day!’.” She put on a gruff deepened voice in an impersonation of her father if he was speaking Modern English. “I’ve never really considered anything else, and I don’t think I’d be much good at anything else. Besides, it’s not like helping people is a bad thing to aspire to do.” She smiled slightly at the boy as she finished talking. “Hey, you got me. Pretty much why I put on the cape and cowl, y’know. But it’s a bit different from you, isn’t it? What if you didn’t have those powers, then what would you have liked to do?” This wasn’t a question from the sheet. It seemed like Charlie had his own questions to ask, too. Muirne blinked and looked at Charlie. If she hadn’t had powers? Well, she’d be dead, but she guessed that wasn’t the answer he was after. Nor was ‘well I’d probably have just gotten married and worked a farm’ but she didn’t really have much beyond that. Maybe she should think instead about what she’d do if she suddenly lost her powers? Pursing her lips she took a few moments to think about it. “Well, ignoring the possibility of being a hero without powers like you, I would probably want to sing?” That was about as much as she could think of, her options back in her own time weren’t exactly broad. “Aw, you wanna be a popstar?” Charlie was obviously teasing her here. “So, what about your strengths and weaknesses?” Muirne glared at Charlie at his first question, refusing to even dignify it with an answer. Instead, she focused on the second question. Did he mean physically, or in everyday life? She might as well answer both then. “Well, physically fire, silver and light all hurt me more than they do other people. Outside of that, you know very well that I struggle with technology and some of the more… complex words and phrases in English. As far as strengths go, I’ve always been pretty good at a variety of skills and of course have my powers.” “Hey, it wasn’t my question,” Charlie countered quickly. “Oooh, this is a good one.” He grinned widely and winked at Muirne. “Who or what do you looove?” Muirne blushed at the question. He knew damn well the answer to that, and was just messing with her! She put her hands over her face, groaning out “Charlie, þú biaþ þá wierrest!1” Sighing into her palms she answered in modern English regardless. “You know I like Luke.” “Again, not my question! Look, it’s right here on the paper.” Charlie made sure to hold it out to Muirne, making a point out of showing it. Taking it back, he found the next one and frowned. “I’m not a fan of this one, but gotta ask: Who or what do you hate?” Muirne frowned at the piece of paper as Charlie showed her the questions. She couldn’t really deny the evidence her eyes gave her. After he took the paper back she narrowed her eyes in anticipation for the question as he commented on it. The question gave her pause as she nearly said Dougal in a knee jerk reaction, but would that be too much? She didn’t suppose it was, provided she didn’t go overboard on the details. “There was a man named Dougal who attacked my home.” She swallowed, trying to force her emotions down. “Hate is about the right word for how I felt about him.” Charlie frowned. “Yeah, I… are you afraid of Dougal? Or anything else for that matter?” Muirne’s jaw clenched and she took a few moments to breath as she struggled with the question. Eventually, she choked out her answer. “Yes. On both counts. Ever since I… haven’t been able to deal with magic well, even if it’s just on a screen. I still have nightmares about him sometimes but I know he can’t hurt me again, which helps.” Muirne might have noted that particular question hadn’t been on the sheet, but Charlie didn’t point it out. “Hey, you got us now. We’ll keep you safe. Next one says something about your emotional state, so how do you feel? Personally I think that’s a lousy one after that previous question… Timing, right?” Muirne smiled weakly as Charlie tried to reassure her. She did agree that the question was lousy though. “It’s always hard remembering back to then. And yeah, the question is well-timed. As to protection, thank you. It’s pretty safe to say that Dougal is dead though which is reassuring in some ways.” She clasped her hands in front of her and took another steadying breath before looking back to Charlie. “Next question?” “What’s your greatest ambition, then? Hunting down this Dougal guy, or something else?” Charlie barely looked up from the sheet of paper in front of him. Muirne scowled at the question. "Well, Dougal is dead, so I'm not too worried about hunting him down. Otherwise I mostly just want to become as great a hero as I can be. Both for myself and for my family." “Yeah? Probably not a better place to do that, right?” He looked down at the notes, before picking another one. “So, you’re from England, and I’m pretty sure you were here with a member of Vanguard for your first visit, right? So, how does that work, being on Claremont and with Vanguard?” Muirne relaxed at the more comfortable direction the questions had taken. "As far as I can tell it's not particularly complicated. I am a member of Vanguard who attends Claremont. I hear back to London to visit when I can and otherwise focus on my schooling." She smiled more easily now as she nodded back to Charlie to indicate that was the end of her answer. “Yeah? What’s it like being on a big important team like that, and then having to spend time at school?” "To be honest it doesn't feel like a 'big important team' I know they're the primary hero team in Europe and everything but it's kinda overshadowed for me by who they are. They helped me when I was at my lowest and that is what matters to me. As far as comparing to school, I have to admit, I think I've been through more stuff at school than with Vanguard so it's kind of a moot point " Muirne chuckles lightly as she wrapped up the question. “Fair point. Claremont gets crazy sometimes. The next questions all about family. You mentioned your parents before, but what’s your family like?” Muirne gulped as she processed the question. Well the short answer was dead, but there has been more than that. *Pleasant. That would probably be the best way to put it. My father was hard to live with at times, as were my siblings but more than anything…" She gripped the side of the table so hard it hurt. "I miss them terribly." Charlie paused, looking up at Muirne. “What happened to them? Was it Dougal?” Muirne looked down at her hands which had turned white as she gripped. "Yes. It was him. I… he killed everyone." She deflated at her own words. It was a painful memory to recount but she'd get through it. “I’m sorry. I’ll find some other questions.” Charlie’s eyes danced along the paper for a moment, until he settled on one. “You mentioned that you’re not a big fan of magic, but how do you feel about people with super powers being all around, how they’re, well, everywhere, both good guys and bad guys?” Muirne shrugged. "Honestly the support powers thing doesn't bother me the way I suppose it should. I had a hard time with Vanguard at first because in thought it was all magic and I couldn't deal with it, but I slowly learned and accepted that it's not magical. Obviously the bad guys bother me because they're bad guys but I'm not going to go catatonic over some guy lifting a car don't worry." “What about you and Luke? I’m pretty sure dragons are magic, that doesn’t bother you?” Muirne looked slightly pained. "I try not to think about it too much to be honest. It helps that dragons as a concept are something I knew of before… you know. I think a big part of it is Luke himself, since he's… well, himself. Admittedly it's somewhat funny, the reason they dragons are a known concept was because I was supposed to go out and slay them not date them." “Yeah, I think you might’ve read those rules wrong or something. Like, your forgot the letter at the start of the word.” Charlie winked mischievously at Muirne at his little joke, before shrugging. “Next question! Do you see yourself as a role model? Do you want others to see you as one?” Muirne paused for a moment to puzzle out the joke, slay without the s was lay… like laying an egg!? Her face turned cherry red from her blush and she hid her face in her hands. It was way too early to be thinking about that sort of thing! She glared at the boy for a bit from behind her hands before focusing on the question, at which she shrugged noncommittally. "Being a role model isn't something I've ever thought of. I'm not opposed to it, but it was never really the focus when I was training." “We’re almost done, then. Just a few more. What do you think about the world and your place in it? Anything you’d like to change, anything you’d like to do differently if you could?” Charlie raised an eyebrow, looking up from the sheet of paper without moving his head. Muirne didn't reply for a few seconds, turning the question over in her head. "Right now I'm happy with my place in the world. I know I could do more if I wasn't at Claremont, but in the long run I'll be able to help people more because I came here. As far as changing things, there are a lot of injustices in the world that I do wish we could put an end to, but I know that a lot of them are beyond what one person can fix, and instead we can only fight against them when they come up." “We all gotta start somewhere, don’t we? Besides, we do a lot of good here, don’t we?” Charlie shrugged. “Alright, just two left, then: What do you think the people closest to you think about you?” Muirne looked thoughtful at the question. "Well, I would like to think that the members of Vanguard like me and approve of my decisions, and I hope the people that I consider my friends appreciate me." She smiled slightly as she looked across the table at Charlie. "But I can't say anything more specific than that." Charlie looked up at Muirne, he looked serious, smiling slightly. “Just one last question. Not something that’s anywhere on the sheet. How do you feel about being in the future?” Muirne opened her mouth to answer and then froze. He actually asked that, didn't he? Was Charlie a mind reader? The thought ran through her head at blinding speed. She cut off that train of thought. She looked across the table at Charlie. He wouldn't have asked if he didn't know she was in fact from the past, so lying was pointless. She sighed, slumping in defeat. "It's been hard. When I first woke up I couldn't understand what anyone was saying, from my perspective I'd just been fighting and it just kept going from there." She rubbed her face with her palms before continuing. "I can't say that I regret being here anymore after everything I've done and everyone I've met, but it's… it's still hard." She slumped back in her chair after finishing her answer. She didn't think she'd regret telling him, he was her friend after all, but that didn't make it easier. That didn't mean the first question on her side wasn't going to be 'Are you a mind reader?'. 1Charlie, you are the worst!

Could he just try and land on someone?

Muirne felt sick looking around. It was night and she was in a park in what looked like Freedom City, but it looked like some future version from a science fiction show. She remembered being sent into the past with the Magic Mesa, had she been sent into Freedom City's future? How did it happen? How far? Would she know anyone or was she alone again? Could she ever go back? Questions rattled through her mind and she stabilised herself against a tree. She tried breathing exercises as her panic increased. What should she do? She had to start from the beginning again! Her gauntleted fist smacked into the tree. How the hell was this fair! She'd finally been getting a life! She had friends, even a boyfriend and now she was thrown into the future again!? A few birds flew away as her scream tore through the night. Muirne trudged along the path a few minutes later, suppressing the shadows writhing inside of her as she walked. She needed a plan. Some of her schoolmates would probably be around, discounting the possibility of them being killed. Pan immediately sprang to mind as the ‘Forever Boy’ but there were others too. Eira, being a robot wouldn’t have died of old age. Luke was also probably still alive, being a dragon. Could she really face Luke after disappearing for however many years though? She pushed the thought aside and kept walking. Minutes passed before her walk was interrupted by an unfamiliar voice. “Shit, it’s Shadowborne!” She stopped. It didn’t take her long to spot the source, a pair of men wearing full face masks were looking at her from the broken front of a store, a pickup truck loaded high with what she could assume were stolen goods. “Naw man, she’s way too young. Must be a cosplayer or summat.” Muirne blinked. She was surprised that anyone would recognize her, especially if she’d been missing. Although it gave her a more general idea of when she was, but did she run into the one pair of uber-super geeks to know who she was? They exchanged a series of gestures between each other, several towards her before a paper-scissors-rock game, ending in the smaller of the two slowly approaching her like a skittish animal. “Alright girlie, please don’t scream or nuthin’. We ain’t gonna hurt ya, just take the stuff an’ go ‘fore the heroes arrive.” Muirne slowly backed up as he approached, holding her shield between herself and the man, and using it to hide her spearhead in case he charged. He was slowly gaining ground on her given his longer legs. She was about to stab the man when a pair of shadowy arms reached around him and dragged him away and her mind immediately knew what those arms belonged to. A Shadowbeast. The man was dragged back screaming and chaos ensued as writhing shadows covered the street, marked by both men crying out in fear and pain, before silence settled, both men unconscious and tied up. In between them stood a figure that Muirne quickly recognized despite being wreathed in the writhing shadows that so characterized the Shattenwelt. Herself. Muirne’s apparently older self looked at the fallen criminals before turning to her asking “Are you alright, miss- Oh.” Yeah that was a fair reaction… Muirne relaxed her stance. The guys recognizing her made a bit more sense if she was apparently active in Freedom City currently, although she was confused about the timeline in that case, although she supposed it meant that she got back to her own time. Her older self looked sheepish for a moment before putting her fingers to her ear. “Stormcrow, Shadowborne here. Yeah. Yeah I know. I got two guys for pickup and my younger self, so just give me a minute. Yeah, thanks.” She took her hand away from the earpiece that Muirne could now see. “I suppose you have questions?” Muirne nodded numbly, before blurting out the first and probably dumbest question. “Stormcrow?” Her future self grinned slightly before saying “Codenames.” She scowled, that wasn’t- Oh. Her palm met her face and she groaned. She meant it was Charlie. “I don’t know much about time travelling, but isn’t this sort of thing supposed to break reality?” The older heroine smiled. “Thankfully it hasn’t? I remember being in your shoes years ago, so I can only assume it’s fine.” “So I’ll end up being you one day?” “Maybe? Stormcrow says that from your perspective we’re a possible future, while from our perspective you’re the past and so can’t be changed.” ”So wait, you met your future self, who was you, then eventually you grew up to be your future self, and met me, who is your younger self but it’s not a set thing that I’ll become you despite meeting the you I might become?” The future Shadowborne sighed. “Believe me I’m as confused as you are. Just… Just don’t question it okay?” Muirne frowned confusedly, before slumping her shoulders in defeat. “Okay.” Her other self smiled guiltily. “If I remember correctly you only have enough time for a couple more questions before you go back to your own time so make them good ones.” Muirne looked at her suspiciously. If she’d been here before then didn’t she already know what was going to be asked? Or were things changing already? Was she looking for the same questions that she’d asked or different ones? “What did you ask?” The question came tumbling from her mouth before she could think about it, and her future version smiled. “That. Now stop and think. What do you want to know?” Muirne frowned. Did she have to be so cryptic about everything? No. Stop. Think. She probably shouldn’t ask about things that involve other people since that would put expectations that might not be met, or worse, negative ones that would. So something that would only affect her? Well, there was one thing… “How did you do all that stuff without transforming? You had Shadowbeast arms and the street was covered in shadows and everything, what did you do?” The future hero nodded. “Take the power that’s inside you and instead of letting it envelop you, control how and how much of it passes through you. You can let it flow to a part of your body,” She demonstrated, her hands turning to claws. “Or let it flow out of you.” The shadows flowed off of her hands, becoming a small bubble of cold and darkness before dissipating. Muirne scowled. She had tried that back in her village, and that was why she held the shadows seperate. The darkness and cold flowing through her hurt and everyone had agreed that it most likely meant that it was harmful to do in that case. “Did the pain go away then?” Her future self smiled sadly, looking suddenly older. She reached out and lay her gauntleted hand on her shoulder, before Muirne found herself back in her time. Not a trace of her visit remained but she was sure she could feel the hand on her shoulder.

Shadowborne Muirne looked over to the gangster that Charlie was pursuing and decided that the demon was probably the more pressing issue. Running from the shadows past Luke she threw her spear, watching with satisfaction as it flew true through the air. And then in disappointment as it slid off the creature's scales without leaving a mark to come clattering to the ground. That wasn't the desired outcome...

Okay! I have my demon papers with me so I can actually do the stuff now: Yeah that Trip misses. Muirne is gonna come outta hiding and throw her spear at the demon! 1d20+8 = 19 (I think she still uses her melee bonus for thrown weapons...) is a hit, DC19 Toughness save, which the demon... MAKES (1d20+4 = 24!) IC to follow then it's Luke's turn.

Muirne turned in shock as chaos erupted behind her. She turned back to the fleeing man who she'd been pursuing. "Get under cover! It's not safe!" She hoped he'd listen, but for now the others needed her. She spun back around just in time to see the second and third pigs attack Klara and Dee, and felt her blood run cold as they succeeded. In a flash she turned to her Shadowbeast form and had leapt across the battlefield, her claws raking against the third pig. She wasn't going to let them hurt her family.

Muirne is gonna use her Shadowbeast Form and then attack the Third Little Pig! 1d20+8 = 27! The Dice Gods must love Muirne I swear! DC 23 Toughness Save, the damage is Incurable.

The Dreamer wasn't bothered by crowds given her own dreams often became one. She was smiling lightly at the jovial air as she passed through the festivities. The celebrations weren't particularly familiar to her, as her family had never been involved much with the other cultural groups that had made up her version of London after the variety of calamities that had wracked her world but nonetheless it was heartening to see a community be so carefree and welcoming. She sat towards the edge of a street, as her dreams milled about her. An Eastern and a Western dragon sat on either side of her wheelchair glaring at one another, while a boy that she was fairly certain was a dream ate some of the food that she'd ended up buying from street vendors and small restaurants. Regardless of whether he was real she still kept the alcohol she'd somehow acquired away from him.

Alice listened carefully to Billy's words, committing them to memory. It wasn't much, but it was certainly more than they'd had before. After he finished, she nodded at Archer's words before floating back to the roof and into the stairwell. "Okay Archer, do you want to handle him or shall I?"

Righto! Nerdzul's rolling has lived up to my every expectation so this is the initiative order: 19 - Nevermore II - 3HP - Unharmed 16 - Shadowborne - 3HP - Unharmed 6 - Nightscale - 3HP - Unharmed 6 - Spinethrower Demon - Unharmed 3 - Gangster - Unharmed

I just realized that I forgot to roll initiative for Muirne! 1d20+4 = 16 Unless 'Zul rolls 16 or higher then RL will be up first!

Demon got a nice high roll on it's notice, which is unfortunate. 1d20+10 = 26 means that neither Charlie or Luke remain hidden, so at least it's not just Luke... Initiative rolls everyone, the Demon got 1d20+2 = 6, while the Gangster got 1d20+2 = 3, so uh... yeah beat that?

GM The trio set off deeper into the night, the smell of brimstone thick in their noses, fear seemed to cling to the streets like a film. Curtains were pulled, lights were off and the world was silent and still as if death had descended upon every house along with the Rat tag that adorned each wall and window. The oppressive aura did not halt the progress of the heroes through the streets, but something else might cause them . A man with what was clearly one of the demons Ian had mentioned. It was five feet in height, covered in red scales and quills. It held one of the quills in it's hand while surveying the area as the man threatened a pair of teens. The creature growled and spun to face the heroes, catching the gang member's attention. He looked between Nightscale and Nevermore, before swearing and running. Meanwhile the demon quickly scampered up the nearest building, before turning back towards the heroes.

Muirne snarled as she heard Luke start choking after the bastard fired a cannister into his mouth. She searched around for him, seeking for the red dressed villain. Logically she knew she should be afraid given the emphasis Charlie placed on the name 'Red Death' but to her that was all the more reason to be the one to go against him. See how he fared in whatever shadows he was hiding in against her Shadowbeast form. Spotting him she grinned viciously before diving through her link to the Shattenwelt. Darkness surrounded her, and she felt the bitter cold suffusing every part of her. She knew that there would be at least one Shadowbeast nearby, so she didn't waste time. Diving through the shadows she moved to where she saw him and reappeared near him, flooding herself with the power within her as she exited the Shattenwelt. She didn't waste a moment, swarming forwards as a wall of shadowy claws, satisfaction running through her as she felt them bite into something.

Arright. Muirne is gonna try spotting Red Death, 1d20+12 = 25 hot damn! She does see him though! Next, Extra Effort (Spending a PP to not be fatigued) an Alternate Power to her Super-movement 1 (Dimensional Travel [Shattenwelt]) [2PP] for Teleport 1 (100ft.) [2PP] and teleporting to him, after which she'll switch to her Shadowbeast Form and attack, Damage 7 (Extras: Affects Corporeal [8 ranks]; Feats: Affects Insubstantial 2 [Full effect], Incurable, Mighty, Variable Descriptor [Bludgeoning, Piercing, and/or Slashing Damage]) Descriptor is Slashing. 1d20+8 = 24 Muirne is doing great tonight!

Alice quietly sighed as Billy squealed. This was not how she had wanted this to go, but nonetheless she'd gotten results. She floated back towards Archer, although she stopped a little bit before reaching it "Alright Billy. Tell us everything you know about 'the big man'. Where is he, do you know any other names, do you know how many guys he has, how do you get in contact with him, everything. After you tell us, I'll return you to the roof and you won't be hurt." There was a challenge in her voice as she said the last sentence staring directly at the vigilante ahead of her. "Of course I can't just let you go, but we'll burn that bridge when we get to it."