Heritage

"Well, unless you two are Nosferatu, you should show up there," he says. "Does that come as a surprise to you?"

Lynn strokes her chin thoughtfully as she approaches the mirror and peers at the frame; she can't bring herself to touch the glass just yet.

"I don't know much about magic, but I'm wondering if it's not showing me and Ren because we don't belong here, in this time; it's like-" She stops suddenly as her voice catches in her throat, because Louis Silberman has just carefully set aside Al-Kazar's golden turban, which she used to put on when her Grandpa wasn't looking. She used to pretend she was Princess Jasmine from Aladdin, in disguise and on the run from the evil vizier.

"Um...so yeah. Okay." Her eyes stay on the turban as she nods to herself. "Ok, I'm just going to touch the glass with my little finger, and we'll see what happens." She steps forward and does as she says, cringing with her face turned away from the mirror.

Just got a phone call about this a few minutes ago; no matter what you think of D&D as it stands today, the fact remains that EGG and Dave Arneson created the role-playing game as we know it. The one sad thing is I doubt Arneson will get his due when he passes; he is like the Kirby to Gary's Stan Lee :(

Just got a phone call about this a few minutes ago; no matter what you think of D&D as it stands today, the fact remains that EGG and Dave Arneson created the role-playing game as we know it. The one sad thing is I doubt Arneson will get his due when he passes; he is like the Kirby to Gary's Stan Lee :(

Before long there is a thudding down the hallway before the bathroom door flies open. A woman walks in - she's got a solid build, stands well over 5 feet tall and has Violet hair. She's grinning broadly as the door closes behind her and she cracks her knuckles, "Anyone in here? I know this is the men's room, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to come outside with me."

With a name like 'Jawbreaker' and a build like a Mack truck, Lynn thinks there's a pretty good chance this lady is a super.

Wow, maybe Ren had the right idea. :shock:

She decides to take one swing at her as a test; if she connects and seems to have done some damage, she will try and drop her, but if she laughs it off, she will bolt for the door.

Here goes nothing.

Lynn goes for her classic cheap shot to the abdomen, hoping her opponent actually feels pain.

Before long there is a thudding down the hallway before the bathroom door flies open. A woman walks in - she's got a solid build, stands well over 5 feet tall and has Violet hair. She's grinning broadly as the door closes behind her and she cracks her knuckles, "Anyone in here? I know this is the men's room, but I'm afraid I'm gonna have to ask you to come outside with me."

With a name like 'Jawbreaker' and a build like a Mack truck, Lynn thinks there's a pretty good chance this lady is a super.

Wow, maybe Ren had the right idea. :shock:

She decides to take one swing at her as a test; if she connects and seems to have done some damage, she will try and drop her, but if she laughs it off, she will bolt for the door.

Here goes nothing.

Lynn goes for her classic cheap shot to the abdomen, hoping her opponent actually feels pain.

Grim ends her turn at H8; remember that in this game her Toughness is still 6, unlike the 8 on her updated sheet. ;)

Grim ends her turn at H8; remember that in this game her Toughness is still 6, unlike the 8 on her updated sheet. ;)

"You guys get goin'," he asserts, "I'll hold 'em off." Nightrival somersaults over Monty and settles on a top of a red sports car parked behind the mechanic. "Go!"

Does he think I'm just going to leave him here to get his butt kicked? To heck with that!

Grim sends Monty running with a hastily whispered 'Go!' of her own, but instead of fleeing she decides to lend a hand in her own inimitable fashion; running around the back of the car, she she finds two suitably normal-sized thugs to take on while putting a car between herself and the mongoloids. She takes a vicious swipe at the first one, but unfortunately fails to connect.

Oh crap.

"You guys get goin'," he asserts, "I'll hold 'em off." Nightrival somersaults over Monty and settles on a top of a red sports car parked behind the mechanic. "Go!"

Does he think I'm just going to leave him here to get his butt kicked? To heck with that!

Grim sends Monty running with a hastily whispered 'Go!' of her own, but instead of fleeing she decides to lend a hand in her own inimitable fashion; running around the back of the car, she she finds two suitably normal-sized thugs to take on while putting a car between herself and the mongoloids. She takes a vicious swipe at the first one, but unfortunately fails to connect.

Oh crap.

Well, there is nothing to update until Grim takes her action. I refuse to do a new map after every character's movement. That's why I allow the indiviual to roll the toughness of goons. Everyone knows the results.

Sorry, I can't access the dice roller at work, the in-house software blocks it; will be posting tonight, though!

Well, there is nothing to update until Grim takes her action. I refuse to do a new map after every character's movement. That's why I allow the indiviual to roll the toughness of goons. Everyone knows the results.

Sorry, I can't access the dice roller at work, the in-house software blocks it; will be posting tonight, though!

Faye gestures, and a mask of red fire forms around her eyes.

"I've got me magic spectacles, which let me have a look-see wherever I want; right now I'm watching a strapping young lad in the shower at Leeds." She grins at first, but then it turns into a slight frown as the flames drift away into floating embers, and then nothing. "No sound, I'm afraid, but lots of pretty pictures. I've also got me teleportation, illusions, and few other tricks to bring to the party."

Faye gestures, and a mask of red fire forms around her eyes.

"I've got me magic spectacles, which let me have a look-see wherever I want; right now I'm watching a strapping young lad in the shower at Leeds." She grins at first, but then it turns into a slight frown as the flames drift away into floating embers, and then nothing. "No sound, I'm afraid, but lots of pretty pictures. I've also got me teleportation, illusions, and few other tricks to bring to the party."

Just remember, Nightrival has no way of knowing where Grim is located.

Well she said she was going to go by Monty (I've been playing that she doesn't know who he is, which is why she's never used his name), so if she followed her own plan she should be near him, but he has no way of knowing if she actually is ;)

Just remember, Nightrival has no way of knowing where Grim is located.

Well she said she was going to go by Monty (I've been playing that she doesn't know who he is, which is why she's never used his name), so if she followed her own plan she should be near him, but he has no way of knowing if she actually is ;)

Ren was about to nod when he noticed what Lynn had on. His mouth opened and his brow furrowed in thought. "Magician's assistant... Vegas showgirl... there's always plain old magical girl, but she's missing the bows," he muttered to himself, seemingly unaware he was broadcasting his inner monologue.

Finally, he shrugged. "Alright, I give up. Who are you supposed to be?"

It takes a second for it to sink in, but then Lynn gets it. "What? Oh, the outfit." She looks down at herself and shrugs. "It was a power demonstration for Gran, uh, for Louis. Y'know, magic bookstore, magic show, that sort of thing. You like it?" She stretches her arms out and does a little 'ta-da' hand wiggling, but then she stops herself.

"Okay, hold on, we have to focus; no time for distractions." She cocks her head back towards the storage room. "C'mon, I might have found something to help us; at the very least, it's cool as hell."

She grins as she beckons him to follow; as she walks, the swirling gray mist returns, leaving her back in her 70s clothing by the time they reach the storage room. Lynn points at the mirror. "Go on, stand in front of it; if I'm right, you should be in for a surprise."

Ren was about to nod when he noticed what Lynn had on. His mouth opened and his brow furrowed in thought. "Magician's assistant... Vegas showgirl... there's always plain old magical girl, but she's missing the bows," he muttered to himself, seemingly unaware he was broadcasting his inner monologue.

Finally, he shrugged. "Alright, I give up. Who are you supposed to be?"

It takes a second for it to sink in, but then Lynn gets it. "What? Oh, the outfit." She looks down at herself and shrugs. "It was a power demonstration for Gran, uh, for Louis. Y'know, magic bookstore, magic show, that sort of thing. You like it?" She stretches her arms out and does a little 'ta-da' hand wiggling, but then she stops herself.

"Okay, hold on, we have to focus; no time for distractions." She cocks her head back towards the storage room. "C'mon, I might have found something to help us; at the very least, it's cool as hell."

She grins as she beckons him to follow; as she walks, the swirling gray mist returns, leaving her back in her 70s clothing by the time they reach the storage room. Lynn points at the mirror. "Go on, stand in front of it; if I'm right, you should be in for a surprise."

"...does anything, like, stupid!". After a few moments of threatening, another order comes from the effeminate task master, "Jawbreaker - go, like, check out the toilets. Make sure no-body's using their phones in there or anything..."

You can't see her face, but there is no mistaking the tone of near-blind panic in Lynn's voice when her harsh whisper comes out of nowhere.

"Oh crap, back inside! You hide behind the door, I'm gonna see if I can pull a switch; be ready to deck this girl if need be."

She moves to the wall just next to the door, then changes her mind and moves farther into the bathroom, claws out and eyes glued to the door.

"...does anything, like, stupid!". After a few moments of threatening, another order comes from the effeminate task master, "Jawbreaker - go, like, check out the toilets. Make sure no-body's using their phones in there or anything..."

You can't see her face, but there is no mistaking the tone of near-blind panic in Lynn's voice when her harsh whisper comes out of nowhere.

"Oh crap, back inside! You hide behind the door, I'm gonna see if I can pull a switch; be ready to deck this girl if need be."

She moves to the wall just next to the door, then changes her mind and moves farther into the bathroom, claws out and eyes glued to the door.

The sheet is pulled back to reveal a large standing mirror. The edges are gilded wood, and the mirror itself is a little smudged. Mr. Silberman begins to say, "That mirror was used for one of his disappearing acts..." but stops as he looks at the mirror. He is reflected in it, but Grimalkin is not visible. He puts a hand on her shoulder as if to assure himself that she is real.

"It's never done that before."

Lynn is struck dumb for a few moments, then waves her arms around like that would somehow make her visible, but of course nothing happens. "Wow. So either I've become a vampire...who walks around in daylight and doesn't drink blood, or...or I don't know what. Okay, let's find Ren and see if he has a reflection."

The young heroine heads to where she last saw the two boys; she has largely forgotten the new outfit she is wearing by the time she finds them in the front of the shop. "Oh hey, there you are: I think I found this magic mirror or something, and I want you to stand in front of it to test a theory."

The sheet is pulled back to reveal a large standing mirror. The edges are gilded wood, and the mirror itself is a little smudged. Mr. Silberman begins to say, "That mirror was used for one of his disappearing acts..." but stops as he looks at the mirror. He is reflected in it, but Grimalkin is not visible. He puts a hand on her shoulder as if to assure himself that she is real.

"It's never done that before."

Lynn is struck dumb for a few moments, then waves her arms around like that would somehow make her visible, but of course nothing happens. "Wow. So either I've become a vampire...who walks around in daylight and doesn't drink blood, or...or I don't know what. Okay, let's find Ren and see if he has a reflection."

The young heroine heads to where she last saw the two boys; she has largely forgotten the new outfit she is wearing by the time she finds them in the front of the shop. "Oh hey, there you are: I think I found this magic mirror or something, and I want you to stand in front of it to test a theory."

Grim will end her turn at I10 with her back to the car.

Grim will end her turn at I10 with her back to the car.

What's worse than a skinhead? A red skinhead pumped up on super-roids.

Grim may not be an expert, but her guts tell her to stay out of reach of the Redhead Trio if it all humanly possible; still sticking with the original plan, she sidles up to the frightened garage employee and whispers to him.

"Don't react to my voice if you can help it, but I'm a friend of Nightrival's and I'm here to protect you; when I give the word, I want you to run like hell away from the Oompa-Loompas and call the cops, okay?"

What's worse than a skinhead? A red skinhead pumped up on super-roids.

Grim may not be an expert, but her guts tell her to stay out of reach of the Redhead Trio if it all humanly possible; still sticking with the original plan, she sidles up to the frightened garage employee and whispers to him.

"Don't react to my voice if you can help it, but I'm a friend of Nightrival's and I'm here to protect you; when I give the word, I want you to run like hell away from the Oompa-Loompas and call the cops, okay?"