Kaede Kimura

Shooting Star 

Alice wasn't going to judge whatever 'hustle' Leon had, although she did give him some side-eye when he assured Owain that it was 'on the up and up'. She had to admit it was nice to unwind with people who knew who she really was.

She turned to look when Owain and Luke pointed out the person making their way through the crowd, her slightly flushed face draining to sheet white as she met his eyes on the crowd. Turning back to the other three she slumped down until her head rested on the table, the wood protesting before she pulled her head up slightly.

"That's my brother." She huffed out a breath. "F***."

Shadowborne 

Aoife couldn't hold back another shuddering sob, a part of her yearning to stay in Luke's arms. But she couldn't, she had to stop Cas' plan from succeeding and extract her revenge.

He had to die.

She exhaled a shuddering breath before plunging through the Schattenwelt, wreathing her spear in shadows even as she leapt, transferring back to the normal world as she swung the spear down...

Into Luke's chest.

Her eyes widen as she sees his blood.

And the shadow tendril between her and Casanova breaks.

Blue Bolt

Vueriz was wearing a grey tank top and ripped black jeans. It was an odd contrast to the warmly dressed people around her. She craned her neck to meet their eyes, slightly intimidated at being so thoroughly dwarfed by what were supposed to people about her age (Not that she would admit that of course). Aliens didn't visit Zirtimzar frequently, so while she had seen people even larger than these humans, they weren't common like how everyone here was over half again her height.

She took a breath to settle herself as her boots clomping as she stepped closer to reach up to shake the preppy boy's hand, before taking a couple of steps back so she didn't have to strain to meet their eyes. "I am Vueriz, from planet Zirtimzar, as Headmistress Summers said." She regarded Baltazar with interest, and some confusion at his statement of distance. She would have thought another alien (she assumed anyway, she hadn't seen anyone else like him) would understand the incredible distance she had covered, although she supposed that intergalactic travel might be beyond the scales he was used to considering. There was one thing she definitely needed to correct however, "I am not a baby, based on the orbital period of the planet I am roughly sixteen years old by Earth's reckoning." Her eyes flicked over Baz for a few moments, the glow of radiation from him making him glow and sparkle slightly to her eyes.

After a moment of silence, Vueriz began frantically thinking of what else she could du that wouldn't be awkward or make the silence drag out uncomfortably. "I have been informed that many of my peers will have extraordinary powers, do you four have such abilities?" Nailed it. 

4 hours ago, Nerdzul said:

If he can he will try to hit 15... hero point it at 20 (the minimum he could roll with an hero point ofc...)

Ouch. I'm afraid she's Defense shifted, so you needed a 22. I'm assuming you'd then Interpose?

1d20+10 = 21, if that hits DC25 Toughness save, she breaks through Impervious via. Penetrating 10

Okay, Aoife is gonna switch Schattenwelt Drawing to

Alternate Power: [12 + 6 + 5 + 2 + 4 = 29PP] Additional Descriptor(s): (Portal, Gateway, Aura, Covering)

Concealment 4 (Shadow Covering; All Visual Senses; Extras: Affects Others) [12PP] 

Dimensional Pocket 1 (Well Storing; Extras: Duration 3 [Continuous, Lasting]; Flaws: Requires Grapple; Feats: Progression 2 [500lbs]) [6PP]

Super-movement 1 (Dimensional Movement [Schattenwelt]; Extras: Duration [Continuous]; Linked [Speed (+0)]; Feats: Progression 2 [500lbs]) [5PP]
Speed 2 (Extras: Linked [Super-movement (+0)]) [2PP]

Super-movement 1 (Dimensional Movement [Schattenwelt]; Extras: Portal [+2]) [4PP]

To poof out of Luke's grasp and into range of Cas. She will then set Shadow Channelling to:

Base Power: [10PP] Additional Descriptor(s): (None)

Phased Strike 10 Adds (Extras: Penetrating 10) to Shadowed Weapons [10PP]

And attack Cas for Lethal Damage. Given the range involved I'm guessing Luke's held actions will go off.

GM

As the pair traveled neither noticed the street emptying of all people or the mist gathering. The street grows dim as the light from the streetlamps seems to cling to the fixtures, like it was afraid to approach. Blackstaff's sense of wrongness rose as the sinister air gained power, but he couldn't place the location until...

The pair's reflection is suddenly interrupted by the sharp crack of displaced air. Suddenly before them stood a seven foot tall man with graying black hair, wearing a red and black tailcoat with a rose pinned on the front. A baleful red eye gazed out from the right side of his face, as he smiles sinisterly.

"I was told of a Christmas spirit wandering the city. Imagine my disappointment when I come to collect it and find a second rate magician and some hero. However..." His glowing eye seems to grow brighter for a moment, "Maybe there is something to be earned from this expedition. No spirit, but still a magic I can collect for myself."

Blackstaff can sense this stranger is the source of the strange magic that had been following them, radiating intense magical power.

The Dreamer 

The Dreamer nodded along with Christopher's explanation of the opening of a new office, although his mentioning of how having two offices 'connected' reduced the commute was slightly confusing, but she chalked it up to wizard things and added a point to the tally of 'possibly the real Christopher'.

"I came to Freedom to attend the Atom Academy, it has been... interesting. The first day one of the students made a robot dinosaur that went on a rampage." She chuckles lightly at the memory.

Shadowborne 

Muirne smiled up at Luke as he asked to dance, although there was a nervousness to it. "That sounds lovely Fýrdraca." She is silent on her way to the dance floor, pensive. Like she's turning something over on her head again and again and again.

Finally, as she holds him close to dance, her skill allowing her to dance with ease despite her mind clearly being elsewhere. Her voice is quiet when she speaks, pitched so only Luke could hear. "I want you to promise me to keep this a secret. Even more than my identity or anything else. The only people who know are Vanguard, and a small selection of researchers and officials in England." Her face twists in mild irritation, "And Charlie. I didn't tell him, he found out somehow. But please, promise you won't tell anyone else, not Bernadette, not even Leon." She looks up at him, pleading with her eyes. 

Shadowborne (2+5) + (2 x [2+1]) = 13

The Young Guardians Returns! 2
Holday Cheer! 5

GM Posts 
A Dream of Christmas 2
Friends in the Fens 1

Shooting Star (6+2) = 8

Friends in the Fens 4
Battles Under the Big Top 2

The Dreamer (3)

A Dream of Christmas 3

Shooting Star

Alice tapped her index finger against her chin softly, eager to get the show on the road but also wanting to make sure they covered their bases.

"Are there any other defenses that we should be aware of? I'd hate to be blindsided by van-mounted lightning guns in the middle of a fight. Also, how stable will everyone inside the vehicles be if I have to carry them out of a hairy situation? Otherwise no more questions."

GM

The party continues merrily as the group drinks their rum and sake, getting a strong buzz going. No one pays much attention to the five teens drinking, but what does draw a small amount of attention is the large man with black hair who seems to be looking for someone. The observant ones at the table may have seen him, and noted his strong resemblance to Alice. Perhaps he is the brother she mentioned?

The Dreamer

The Dreamer waved to the people eyeing Blackstaff with a vague smile, pulling some more conjured gifts from the satchel at the back of her reindeer for her dreams to distribute as Blackstaff asked his question. She had no clue of what caused the stutter, but put it from her mind as she nodded. "That sounds wonderful, Christopher. The nights are quite cold, even when dressed appropriately."

As they begin walking, The Dreamer continues to chat. "Do you have any interesting tales to share since our last meeting?"

GM

The pair began to move away from the site, but the other magic followed, growing stronger, although Blackstaff still cannot pinpoint it's source.

Shadowborne

Muirne had been thinking of how to steal Luke aside for a private conversation when the feeling of wrongness settled in at Rot's approach. Reflexively her shadows poured out, her outline blurring out into shadows, eyes becoming green pinpoints of light as she stared at Consuelo. Claws formed at the ends of her fingers before she pulled them back, the lingering shadows dancing around her body as she spoke. "I go by Shadowborne. I graduated this year." Her tone was cold, made sinister by the slowly reducing shadows still flowing over her.

What is happening?

Ignoring Aoife's question, Muirne turned to Mizuki, a slightly regretful smile playing over her lips, when they are visible past the liquid darkness playing across her person. "I am afraid I need to steal Nightscale to the side. I wanted to have a private conversation with him. I hope you enjoy your evening " Before she can make her retreat, Aoife wrests control of some of the remaining Schattenwelt energy from her, her face disappearing beneath them. "The party is pretty nice, Rot. Have fun." This time, despite the crawling hiss of the darkness, her voice seems... warmer towards the other girl. 

While you can sense the magic, the exact source is hidden from you. 

@Spacefurry OOC for this

Blackstaff has a extra hero point for his charity, bringing him to 5. Could I also have a notice check from you please?

The Dreamer

The Dreamer watches Blackstaff closely, trying to spot imperfections or the like that may help her decide of he was the real one. She stopps after a few moments, although it's hard to tell if she's decided he's a dream or not. Still, she smiles at him. "Regardless, what brings you out here this night, Christopher? Saving more people?"

GM

The young girl thanks the wizard for the candy, handing him a single match in exchange before fading suddenly from view. Perhaps the rumors of a spirit were not entirely incorrect, simply applied to the wrong individual.

Before he can make anything of it however, he can sense a new magical presence somewhere nearby. 

Shadowborne

Muirne smiled watching Luke interact with Fleur's toddler, always enjoying seing his softer side come to the fore, and snorted quietly at his comment about safety.

On 12/23/2023 at 1:18 AM, The Sailor said:

Then it dawned on her. "Wait... Claremont used to actually BE more dangerous?"

Unable to help herself she leaned over to faux whisper in Mizuki's ear, "It really was, there was a dragon, and a shadow monster! Some of the students weren't much better either, we had one guy who would steal everyone's secrets, and another who kept destroying the textbooks." She winked at Luke, before speaking more normally, "I'm Muirne by the way, Shadowborne in costume."

On 12/23/2023 at 4:43 AM, Thevshi said:

With those introductions made the blond teen turned to the two present he did not know. "My apologizes, Lawrence Harrow, though I also go by Timeout at Claremont." Lawrence said to Muirne and Luke as he extended his hand. The teen spoke with an accent that Muirne had come to associate with the British upper class, reminding her of Dee.

Muirne shook his hand, noting the accent with interest. "Muirne Sceadusangere, I go by Shadowborne. It's nice to meet you, Lawrence."

Shooting Star 

Alice followed along the explanation as closely as one can when the stream of words starts going. One thing did stick out to her to ask. "If the thieves do attack the other transports do you want us to respond or hold on case it's a diversion?" She was fast enough to cross the city in seconds, but she couldn't be in two places at once. 

When he stopped for them to introduce themselves she considered mentioning the incident she'd been through with Leon and his friends, but given thay she'd been in her civilian clothes with a stop sign for a mask, she decided otherwise. Instead she offered a hand to shake. "Shooting Star, I look forward to working with you. We should compare what we can do to form a plan. I fly and I'm super strong, not much more going on unless we need to go to space."

The Dreamer

The Dreamer smiled down at the girl as she handed her the blanket and drink she'd conjured. The first to notice the wizard's approach were the dreams, many pulling back from him seemingly fearful, a small handful instead approaching, seemingly curious or awed. Whispers abound from the more intelligent dreams, only snippets making it to Christopher's ears, "... The Blackstaff ... wizard! ... Knows the Carnifex ..." The only dream that seems unfazed by his arrival is a three inch long hookah-smoking caterpillar, who simply puffs a smoke ring in his direction.

The Dreamer does not seem to notice the reaction of her dreams until she hears Christopher's voice, stiffening slightly in surprise. Quickly she turns to face the investigator. "Christopher?" She looks quizzically at him. "Oh, I ought to know better by now that when I see you it is a dream. You are still in Emerald City. Still, it is good to see you, even if you are not here."

Name: Vueriz

Codename: Blue Bolt 

Year: Sophomore

Pronouns: she/her

Prospective Roommate: EDIT: Consuelo Nunez

Goal: Currently she has not seen enough of Earth to really form a plan, although if someone did flip through her diary, the big three are 'experience this earth school', 'be a super cool rebel hero' and 'stick it to The Man' with a side note to find out who exactly The Man is on Earth.

Favorite Music: Punk Rock, Metal and Dubstep. If it's loud and fast, especially with rebellious themes, she'll love it. 

Shadowborne 

Muirne smiled indulgingly at Luke about scaring the Monster off, deciding not to point out that it had only fled when the Freedom League arrived. She did look particularly relieved when Velocity assured her that Fleur was fine, before nearly jumping out of her skin at the heroine's sudden arrival.

Still, she recovered quickly enough to give Fleur a smile and a wave. "It is good to see you again, I'll admit despite everyone's assurances I was still worried about your..." She glances to the children, considering her words, "Injuries."

Shooting Star

Alice laughed as Luke belched fire, generously pouring more of the burning liquid into people's glasses (including a hefty pour for Leon at his request), the strong alcohol almost making her eyes water as she knocked back an unwise quantity of it in a single gulp.

Her joviality faded at Owain's question about making money, scowling into her glass before tossing back some more. "Honestly not the foggiest idea. I've been thinking about going to FCU and working part time, by that doesn't leave much time to be Shooting Star. My brother Aaron offered to help pay for me to go, but..." Instead of finishing the thought, she instead finishes her glass of rum, shaking her head violently to clear the burning of the alcohol before pouring herself another immediately. "What about the rest of you? Pursuing higher education,  looking for work, looking for a breadwinner to be a house spouse for?"

GM

It does not take long before Blackstaff begins to see signs of this gift-giving entity, people with new and fanciful blankets, jackets, cloaks and ponchos, despite the late hour some children wander, now clad in warm layers with new toys, some clutch teddies of dragons and fairies, others dolls of various characters and people they know, one boy holds a posable action figure of a young hero, with some matching origami paper.

The magic is familiar, reminding the investigator of a friend from Emerald City who he hasn't seen in a while, but what really seals the memory in his head is the menagerie of creatures and stories as he approaches the epicenter. A small griffin and hippogriff race through the chill air, a company of clockwork soldiers march in formation and a tiny version of himself sits at a miniature table with a familiar snake man, sipping tea.

Finally, he rounds the corner to find a familiar face in a festive red dress astride a reindeer bedecked in decorations and holly, a great number of bells dangling from its antlers. There, looking for all the world like a young, female Santa is Adrianna Liddel, currently handing a blanket and cup of warm cocoa to what looks like the Little Match Girl. 

Shadowborne

Muirne's choked sob turned to an animal scream of rage as her hands clutched at Luke's back, spear clattering to the ground. The cry petered out as her worn voice failed her. Aoife pulled the shadows back,  coating herself in a partial transformation. She could feel him, she could sense Casanova's life, and the link he had made with her power. She would end them both in one swoop. Her hand stretched out to recover her spear as she began to speak, shadows running over the weapon.p

"Ic gewille tæsan þá flæsc fram úre bān, wearg." Her eyes were clenched shut, hot tears soaking into Luke's shirt as she began, a whisper at first, but quickly gaining volume. "I swear, upon everything I still have that I will have my revenge! DO YOU HEAR ME, SHIELDS!?" Despite her closed eyes she still knew where he was, able to detect his lifeforce. "I SWEAR ON MY PARENTS GRAVES, I'M GOING TO ****ING KILL YOU!"

Okay, Aoife is gonna switch Schattenwelt Drawing to 

Base Power: [10 + 8 + 2 + 3 + 6 = 29PP] Additional Descriptor(s): (Partial Transformation)

Elongation 5  (100ft. Extension; Extras: Projection) [10PP]

Super-senses 8 (Life Awareness; Descriptor Frequency: Very Common; Sense Type: Mental, Default: None; Extras: Accurate, Acute, Ranged; Feats: Uncanny Dodge [Life Awareness]) [8PP]

Super-movement 1 (Swinging; Extras: Linked [Speed (+0)]) [2PP]

Speed 3 (Extras: Linked [Super-movement (+0)]) [3PP]

Super-movement 3 (Permeate, Wall-Crawling, Trackless) [6PP]

And do nothing else, since assuming control is a full action, so she is just gonna be ¡~dramatic~!