Heritage

Hmm, it looks like Tuesday, April 7th we're both free; figured it would be best to steer clear of the following weekend, since that's when the Genderswitch strikes.

Here be a thread for OOC chat.

Ah, springtime in Freedom City! There's nothing like spending the night running over rooftops when it's pouring rain to make you feel alive. At least the cold doesn't bother me anymore. Grim decided that the best way to get her head back in the game was to hit one of her old patrol routes. When the paper called for rain, she was tempted to abandon her plan for the night, and instead sneak into a theater and see a free flick, but then she remembered that her old mentor Nightrival would probably be out, and unlike her, he felt the cold when it was this miserable. With a sigh and a lot of grumbling, she fed her cats, sprayed a few desultory sprays around her squat with the Lysol (even after Carmine's 'cleaning party', the place was still fairly rank to her sensitive nose), and switched to her working clothes before making the perilous seven story climb down the side of the Imperator Hotel, the bricks and terra cotta moldings slick with coursing rain. Near 59th and Stanwick, she stopped to take a breather, arching her back over the broken remains of a chimney to work out a kink, and letting the tart slightly acidic rain strike her face. One of these days, I have to get back over to the Y and renew my membership; I miss the whirlpool bath. Suddenly she heard the sharp retort of broken glass (a windshield, maybe?) and raised drunken voices coming from maybe half a block away. Grim smiled as she came out of her stretch. “The children of the night! What music they make!†With a bit more pep in her step, she scampered over to the next roof, grinning like a Cheshire cat.

Yay! Unfortunately we don't know how long poor Moira is going to be away from the site, so maybe we should begin without her, and then bring her in later?

Okay, the Rooks she's-a fixed, so we're back in business! :clap:

Adele didn't feel any of the strange woman's impact into her armor, but the painful sound did startle her, like a large bird hitting the windscreen of a car. And now yet another possibly heroic figure has arrived! She's just about to respond to the strikingly handsome silver man, when she notices the shadow man directing his attention to the poor thing that slammed into her. Alarmed, she holds up her hands in a warding gesture. "Wait, before ye do anything, know that I'm the one at fault here! I was up for a wee bit of flying, so up I went, not thinking about all the manner of folk already up here!" She hangs here head for a moment, then looks back up, a look of shame on her pretty face. "The truth of it is, I'm new to town after a fashion, and I wanted to...meet a few superfolk; that's all this is about. And sure enough, I got me wish." :oops:

Grimalkin Grim's Faerie Tales (ongoing) Mythical Saturday (temporarily on hold) White Rook: Looking Down on Creation

Here's the altered skills list, just converted 1 rank of stealth into one rank of Langauge. Done by Sandman XI

Here are the proposed changes to Adele's background; I'd also like her to know Gaelic, so I need to make a slight change to her skills, but then that should be it. Done by Sandman XI

Been having a lot of computer issues recently, but I seem to have found some solutions, even though they might be temporary ;)

As silly as this might sound, I've submitted a request to change Rook's background to make her Scottish; I can't 'hear' the character's voice if I can't do the accent, which makes writing her dialogue very difficult for me. I know, frickin' prima donnas... If approved, it will only take a few slight edits to adjust the thread, and writing Rook should become a lot easier.

Here's an odd request; I want to change White Rook's background to make her Scottish. This wouldn't actually be all that hard, since I'd change the location of Aldergrove Farm up to Scotland, which actually makes sense because they actually have alders up thataways. I know most folks don't type their characters exactly as they speak, but I transcribe the way I hear the dialogue in my head, and I can't do a Somerset accent - what was I thinking! I figured it's better to do this know when she's just in the one thread, which is still early on. Done by Sandman XI

I think that's enough characters for now, gonna close the thread.

Technically I think it was Yuki and Grim we were going to team up, but this might work better :D

"Ahh!" Startled but still keeping her wits about her, Adele threw up her hands in an arcane configuration, instantly sheathing her body in invisible armor. In her leather jacket, stylishly-cut jeans and boots, Adele certainly didn't look like the usual costumed types seen hovering over Freedom; she only had time to cry out "Help!" seconds before the psychic web-slinger appeared destined to smack right into her...

Activating her Force Field, obviously. :D

Okay, I started a thread called 'Looking Down on Creation' in Wading Way, both IC and OOC versions. It's not much, but it's a start.

I think I might have the tower names off, but oh well, that's what editing is for, right?

The observation deck of Pyramid Plaza's Tower Two. "It's a heck of a view, isn't it? I love coming up here at sunset." Adele's reverie was abruptly broken by a well-groomed young man in a deep blue suit, his eyes hidden behind mirrored sunglasses that echoed the sun's dying rays. She eyed him carefully up and down before smiling and nodding. "Aye, it is." At the sound of her accent, his eyebrows rose high enough to peep over the top of his shades, and he took a step closer. "Scotland, huh? Outstanding! You know, I spent a week running a training seminar in Edinburgh two years ago; lovely country you have there." The tall blond mystic wrinkles her nose, still keeping her eyes on the epic sweep of the city below as the wind whips her hair into a golden storm. "Well, parts of it are, I suppose." The man chuckles and takes another step closer; his hair gel and aftershave smell of conquest. Adele resists the urge to take a step back. He takes his glasses off, and the eyes behind the silver lenses are pale blue and flat, like a salmon gazing blankly up from a platter. His dark brown hair is plastered to his head, completely immune to the elements, "I like you; you're funny." He gestures grandly towards the horizon with his glasses, past the chain link barricades to blankets of lights that forms the Eastern Seaboard at dusk. "The whole world is at your feet, little lady; what are going to do in the next hour, in the next five minutes?" He takes one more step closer, and the hairs on the back of Adele's neck rise up; in a flash she's reminded of a rare bank holiday trip as a child, when her and several of her sisters went to the London Aquarium. She was chatting amiably to Sister Elenore with her back to a large tank, when she felt a large shark's looming presence as it silently glided behind her. "I think...I think I'm up for a wee jaunt." The young man stops for a second and blinks his dead fish eyes. "A what?" Adele spreads her arms and takes a deep breath. "A jaunt! Bit of a stretch, aye? It's a nice view from up here, but I think...a bit higher might suit me better. I'll see you anon!" And with that, the heroine looks skyward, writhes her hands in an odd manner, and finally shoots straight upwards a few about a hundred feet above the observation deck; below her booted feet, Freedom City covers the landscape. Red and white dots creep along the highways and roads in the eternal rush hour dance, and the blinking lights of Jordan International wink at her from Southside. Adele takes a deep breath and sighs. "Ah, much better!"

"As you can see, it's just the way you left it..." Clinging to the outside of the Imperator Hotel, Grim tries to wipe a clean spot in the window, but only manages to smudge the glass. Behind her hovers Carmine the Bug Man, desperately clutching three mewling pet carriers in three of his pipe cleaner limbs; he tries not to imagine what would happen if he dropped one of her cats seven stories to the sidewalk...:shock: "Alright, I'll have to take your word for it; let's get my babies inside." She gets a good grip on the window sash with her claws and with a grunt hauls it open; a flock of pigeons whooshes out, nearly knocking Grim off the side of the building. She barely manages to grab her duffel bag before it plummets out of sight. "What the hell?!" Her old squat is filthy; there are gaps in the ceiling, the bed is covered with damp fallen plaster, and there's feathers and bird poop everywhere. " 'Just like I left it'? The hell you say! I'm pretty sure I didn't crap all over the floor before I left! Oh man, look at this place!" Carmine sheepishly bumbles in behind her, his large compound eyes scanning for a clean spot on the floor to deposit the cats; finding none, he neatly stacks the carriers by the open window. "You owe me, Carmine, you owe me big time! You and Pitt both!" The chastised bug man's mouthparts work wordlessly for a few moments before he manages to buzz out a reply. "Look, I took care of your damn cats, just like I said I would, but there are six other units in this building that require my attention! Mrs. Frobisher in Six West constantly oozes a corrosive slime that does ungodly things to the woodwork, and Mr. Saxxon in Seven North keeps spyin' on Miss Melusine in the tub with his eyestalks! Do you know what it's like to be the super of this firetrap? And I don't even get paid in real money!" Watching Carmine go into one of his tirades is a sight both gruesome and comical; he zips around the room, gesturing wildly with his two sets of bristly black 'arms'. When he's done, he pulls up his cargo pants and crosses his limbs across his heaving thorax as he glares at her with a thousand angry eyes. "So what exactly are you paid in?" In an instant, Grim's question drains all the anger out of the bug man, and his gestures become furtive and distracted. "You..y'know what, you're right; I'm gonna send Mickey out to the store to get me some garbage bags and some Windex and uh, and a whole lot of that Pledge and whatayacall it, Lysol, y'know, the kind that smells like springtime and crap! I got rubber gloves and mops upstairs...we can make it like a party, right? Yeah, yeah! All of us together, y'know, you, me and Mickey all a-scrubbin' and a-washin'! It'll be fun, right?" Grim steps closer to him as she lets her duffel bag drop to the filthy floor, her dark brown eyes somehow fixed on all of his; she seems different since she came back from out West, more confident, like she grew up seven years in seven months. "What does he have on you, Carmine? Why are you so scared of him?" As she approaches, she starts to get taller and taller, and her casual clothes slowly melt into her black and midnight blue 'work' uniform. Carmine flutters his limbs this way and that. "Look, I can't talk about it, alright? I gotta good thing goin' on here, and I don't wanna mess with that!" He stops and holds his four 'hands' to his thorax. "Look at me, willya? I'm a damn freak is what I am!" He gestures angrily towards the world outside the dusty windows. "Do you think I could get a real job out there, lookin' the way I do? Mr. Pitt doesn't care what I look like; he knows I work hard and keep all you weirdos in line, and that's all that matters to him! I can do my work for an honest, an honest wage..." Grim is now close to six feet tall, her eyes like black holes as she rests a clawed hand on Carmine's narrow chitinous shoulder. "What does he have on you?" A foul-smelling secretion seeps through the custodian's T-shirt, a sickly sweet liquid that serves him for sweat; bristly head bowed, his words are barely audible when he finally finds them. "He's got...he's got my family. They think I'm dead, which is the way I wanted it, but he-" Surprisingly human sobs wrack his alien frame. "He slips Polaroids under my door, from time to time, pictures of them back at the house. He says it's for me, to show me they're still safe and happy, but I know what it means: 'I can have them whenever I want them. They're mine now.' " Carmine covers his faces with his limbs and continues sobbing; Grim, her questions now answered with painful results, gingerly places her arms around his shoulders, oblivious for the moment to the rankness of his strange metabolism. "I'm sorry; I'm sorry I pushed you, but I had to know." She pulls back from him, hands firmly grasping his shoulders as her eyes, burning with a mixture of mischief, determination and madness, search his face for hope. "We're gonna get 'im, Carmine; you, me, the other freaks in this dump, hell, maybe even some of my crimebustin' buddies, too. We're gonna go upstairs to his little piece of Hell, and we're gonna show what we're made of. You hear me? We're gonna show him!" The bug man nods, at first nervously, but then with increasing conviction. "Yeah. Yeah! We're gonna show that bum what we're made of! We're gonna show him that we can't be pushed around, and that we're - oh, I'm sorry, honey, but you are just covered in bug schmutz." The now-more physically impressive heroine frowns for a moment. "I am?" She takes a little whiff and looks like she's gonna hurl; her eyes practically cross at the stench. "Oh, oh! Oh dear God!" In a second, she shrinks back down to her normal size, and she is once again a slim young thing, now wearing New Jersey Devils sweats covered in bug ook and utterly grossed out. She waves her arms helplessly as she frantically hops up and down. "Augh! I need, I need, a bath and a shower and a vat of antiseptic!" "I'm so sorry, kid! Look, stay right there, I'll be back with some towels and the turpentine!" Carmine zips out through the window, leaving the helpless heroine behind with her stink. "Ok, hurry back! Oh god, I smell like a stadium bathroom exploded!" Inside their crates, the cats start mewling for their supper...

Another thought is that while up on the roof, she sees some fracas/disaster of some sort nearby and flies/ports over to help, and others see it to and arrive at about the same time.

Sure, we could have more than one other hero involved, but it will take a bit of planning. Do the Emissary and Dark Star know each other?

"Nice to meet you, too." Lynn grins and shakes her head. "No, no, it's fine! I spent a lot of my summers as a kid here in West End, when me and my folks would drive up from Atlantic City to visit my grandparents, but it's not like I'm an expert or anything." She looks kind of bashful as she continues. "So maybe I did read the little blurb thing in the Nightlife section of The Daily Word, I'm not gonna lie; figured I was back in town, I should check the place out, see if you were as cool as they said in the paper. And now, I fell like I'm a freakin' tourist." She laughs and rubs her face. "Gah, whatever! I hope the band's good tonight, I could use a good show." Lynn stops herself, and looks at Moira out of the corner of her eye, a little sly. "Okay, sorry for bein' such a pain and all, but was it true what it said, and you bein' like a cape or whatever? Saving folks and whatnot?"

Lynn feels a little bit guilty about the free drink, but not enough to turn it down; at least most of what she said was true. The slender brunette smiles and bobs her head. "Yeah, kinda unfair when you're a celebrity, even just a local one; bit of a one-way street, right?" She sets down her glass and extends a hand. "Lynn Esptein, back in FC after what feels like forever. You're Moira, right?" Her handshake is casual yet firm. Lynn vaguely waves her hand about, indicating the bar in general. "Very nice place you got here; classy without being snotty, a nice neighborhood place that folks can go to, have a few, then wander on home after. I like it."

This may be one of the dumber hero intros in history, but my new character White Rook has decided she need to meet other heroes and get involved in the local hero community, since she's a bit shy and not so much of a self-starter. He plan is to port to the top of the Plaza Hotel building and keep a weather eye out for heroes flying or swinging buy, so she can head on over to them and introduce herself properly. Anyone up for such a thread? The hero/heroine could be on their way to a crime or whatever, and then Rook could help out. Just an idea :)