Heritage

Oh, he's enjoying this way too much; I must have my revenge! Grim vigorously rubs Nano's back as she flashes Gravitor a huge smile. "It's been great! Robo's been teaching me some amazing new moves, like his patented 'Robot Chicken' maneuver? He sits on the bad guy's head until he surrenders! Brilliant! Of course when I try it, it doesn't quite have the same effect, but Robo insists we practice it a lot, for some reason."

It was finally starting to sink in that somehow they'd gone back in time, and of course Grim had blown it; Nano was smart enough to have given a fake name, but no, the dutiful daughter of Harold and Elaine Epstein had to give out her 21st Century moniker to anyone who asked. She felt like such an idiot! Catching her 'partner's' glance, she shook her head and smiled. "Ah, I've been here a few years, but only been fighting crime for a few months, and I still screw up from time to time. Mess up, sorry!" She edged a bit closer to her huge metallic associate, and put an arm around him, or at least as far as she could. "Robotman and I have only recently teamed up, but we're excited by the possibilities, aren't we, Robo?"

It was finally starting to sink in that somehow they'd gone back in time, and of course Grim had blown it; Nano was smart enough to have given a fake name, but no, the dutiful daughter of Harold and Elaine Epstein had to give out her 21st Century moniker to anyone who asked. She felt like such an idiot! Catching her 'partner's' glance, she shook her head and smiled. "Ah, I've been here a few years, but only been fighting crime for a few months, and I still screw up from time to time. Mess up, sorry!" She edged a bit closer to her huge metallic associate, and put an arm around him, or at least as far as she could. "Robotman and I have only recently teamed up, but we're excited by the possibilities, aren't we, Robo?"

It was finally starting to sink in that somehow they'd gone back in time, and of course Grim had blown it; Nano was smart enough to have given a fake name, but no, the dutiful daughter of Harold and Elaine Epstein had to give out her 21st Century moniker to anyone who asked. She felt like such an idiot! Catching her 'partner's' glance, she shook her head and smiled. "Ah, I've been here a few years, but only been fighting crime for a few months, and I still screw up from time to time. Mess up, sorry!" She edged a bit closer to her huge metallic associate, and put an arm around him, or at least as far as she could. "Robotman and I have only recently teamed up, but we're excited by the possibilities, aren't we, Robo?"

Churches always gave Lynn the heebie-jeebies; as a Jew, they meant nothing to her as places of worship, but in horror movies. bad things always seemed to happen around them. She associated crosses, rosaries and the Virgin Mary with vampires, killer albino monks and demonic possession, so it was with some trepidation that she approached the formidable Gothic silhouette of Our Lady of Mercy. Thankfully her destination this cold January night was actually the large homeless shelter built by the parish on the lot just across the alley from the church; a sturdy one story structure built out of cinder block, it was painted in faded festive colors by the neighborhood kids back in the 70s when it was a youth center. The murals featured children of all races playing hand in hand, a big blue planet Earth, and for some reason a pod of humpback whales, but so much of the paint had flaked off over the years it was hard to make out most of the heartfelt hippie slogans. A young priest stood just outside the door to the shelter, bundled up in a dark wool coat as he grabbed a quick cigarette break out in the biting cold; he saw Lynn approaching and waved. Tonight she was trying out a new look, petite like her own form but with blue eyes and long blond hair in a loosely braided ponytail, dressed in her standard mixture of sweats and military surplus. "Hi there! I haven't seen you around here before. I’m Father Jim Murphy". He was in his early thirties, kind of attractive for a guy who couldn't have any sex (so insane!), and in general struck her as being very mellow; he offered her a warm handshake, which she returned. "I’m Linda, but my friend’s call me ‘Lin’â€Â. She shrugged and gave him a half-smile. "Yeah, I haven't been on this side of the river; been making my way in the Fens." Father Murphy grimaced sympathetically as he took another puff. “Yikes! Well, as rough as things get on this side, it’s got to be an improvement. You hungry?" Lynn didn't have to fake anything here. "Yeah, I’m starved! I could probably wipe your kitchen out by myself, but that would be rude." Father Murphy laughed. "Well, go on in and find a spot; I need to finish this-" He waved the cigarette and gave her a conspiratorial wink. "Since Sister Claire thinks I quit last week." Now it was Lynn's turn to laugh. "Looks like no one is safe from temptation." The young priest could only shake his head in dismay. "You don't know the half of it; nice to meet you, Lin." "Yeah, nice to meet you, too, Father." She made her way inside, and the smell hit her like an invisible wall; so many unwashed bodies in the same clothes for days, even years on end, packed inside the four walls of the shelter. It nearly made her head spin! Lynn took considerable effort to keep herself clean for just this very reason, since her sensitive nose made even her own mild funk pretty potent after a few days; she maintained a membership at the West End YMCA (under an alias, natch), where she did some occasional exercise, but mostly she was there for the showers. Through sheer force of will she pushed her revulsion down, breathing through her mouth as much as possible as she headed over to the food line to score some grub; the food wasn't so great but it was warm, the fresh-faced volunteers from Freedom College serving it were friendly, and for a moment she forgot all about the reason she came down here tonight, but not for long. She had hit the streets the last few nights, making discrete inquiries between ripping up bad guys, and all her sources pointed to one thing: if you wanted a chance to meet Nightrival in the flesh, this smelly swarm of humanity was your best bet. She found a seat at one of the folding tables and started working on her oddly-colored meat loaf, content to wait.

Churches always gave Lynn the heebie-jeebies; as a Jew, they meant nothing to her as places of worship, but in horror movies. bad things always seemed to happen around them. She associated crosses, rosaries and the Virgin Mary with vampires, killer albino monks and demonic possession, so it was with some trepidation that she approached the formidable Gothic silhouette of Our Lady of Mercy. Thankfully her destination this cold January night was actually the large homeless shelter built by the parish on the lot just across the alley from the church; a sturdy one story structure built out of cinder block, it was painted in faded festive colors by the neighborhood kids back in the 70s when it was a youth center. The murals featured children of all races playing hand in hand, a big blue planet Earth, and for some reason a pod of humpback whales, but so much of the paint had flaked off over the years it was hard to make out most of the heartfelt hippie slogans. A young priest stood just outside the door to the shelter, bundled up in a dark wool coat as he grabbed a quick cigarette break out in the biting cold; he saw Lynn approaching and waved. Tonight she was trying out a new look, petite like her own form but with blue eyes and long blond hair in a loosely braided ponytail, dressed in her standard mixture of sweats and military surplus. "Hi there! I haven't seen you around here before. I’m Father Jim Murphy". He was in his early thirties, kind of attractive for a guy who couldn't have any sex (so insane!), and in general struck her as being very mellow; he offered her a warm handshake, which she returned. "I’m Linda, but my friend’s call me ‘Lin’â€Â. She shrugged and gave him a half-smile. "Yeah, I haven't been on this side of the river; been making my way in the Fens." Father Murphy grimaced sympathetically as he took another puff. “Yikes! Well, as rough as things get on this side, it’s got to be an improvement. You hungry?" Lynn didn't have to fake anything here. "Yeah, I’m starved! I could probably wipe your kitchen out by myself, but that would be rude." Father Murphy laughed. "Well, go on in and find a spot; I need to finish this-" He waved the cigarette and gave her a conspiratorial wink. "Since Sister Claire thinks I quit last week." Now it was Lynn's turn to laugh. "Looks like no one is safe from temptation." The young priest could only shake his head in dismay. "You don't know the half of it; nice to meet you, Lin." "Yeah, nice to meet you, too, Father." She made her way inside, and the smell hit her like an invisible wall; so many unwashed bodies in the same clothes for days, even years on end, packed inside the four walls of the shelter. It nearly made her head spin! Lynn took considerable effort to keep herself clean for just this very reason, since her sensitive nose made even her own mild funk pretty potent after a few days; she maintained a membership at the West End YMCA (under an alias, natch), where she did some occasional exercise, but mostly she was there for the showers. Through sheer force of will she pushed her revulsion down, breathing through her mouth as much as possible as she headed over to the food line to score some grub; the food wasn't so great but it was warm, the fresh-faced volunteers from Freedom College serving it were friendly, and for a moment she forgot all about the reason she came down here tonight, but not for long. She had hit the streets the last few nights, making discrete inquiries between ripping up bad guys, and all her sources pointed to one thing: if you wanted a chance to meet Nightrival in the flesh, this smelly swarm of humanity was your best bet. She found a seat at one of the folding tables and started working on her oddly-colored meat loaf, content to wait.

Churches always gave Lynn the heebie-jeebies; as a Jew, they meant nothing to her as places of worship, but in horror movies. bad things always seemed to happen around them. She associated crosses, rosaries and the Virgin Mary with vampires, killer albino monks and demonic possession, so it was with some trepidation that she approached the formidable Gothic silhouette of Our Lady of Mercy. Thankfully her destination this cold January night was actually the large homeless shelter built by the parish on the lot just across the alley from the church; a sturdy one story structure built out of cinder block, it was painted in faded festive colors by the neighborhood kids back in the 70s when it was a youth center. The murals featured children of all races playing hand in hand, a big blue planet Earth, and for some reason a pod of humpback whales, but so much of the paint had flaked off over the years it was hard to make out most of the heartfelt hippie slogans. A young priest stood just outside the door to the shelter, bundled up in a dark wool coat as he grabbed a quick cigarette break out in the biting cold; he saw Lynn approaching and waved. Tonight she was trying out a new look, petite like her own form but with blue eyes and long blond hair in a loosely braided ponytail, dressed in her standard mixture of sweats and military surplus. "Hi there! I haven't seen you around here before. I’m Father Jim Murphy". He was in his early thirties, kind of attractive for a guy who couldn't have any sex (so insane!), and in general struck her as being very mellow; he offered her a warm handshake, which she returned. "I’m Linda, but my friend’s call me ‘Lin’â€Â. She shrugged and gave him a half-smile. "Yeah, I haven't been on this side of the river; been making my way in the Fens." Father Murphy grimaced sympathetically as he took another puff. “Yikes! Well, as rough as things get on this side, it’s got to be an improvement. You hungry?" Lynn didn't have to fake anything here. "Yeah, I’m starved! I could probably wipe your kitchen out by myself, but that would be rude." Father Murphy laughed. "Well, go on in and find a spot; I need to finish this-" He waved the cigarette and gave her a conspiratorial wink. "Since Sister Claire thinks I quit last week." Now it was Lynn's turn to laugh. "Looks like no one is safe from temptation." The young priest could only shake his head in dismay. "You don't know the half of it; nice to meet you, Lin." "Yeah, nice to meet you, too, Father." She made her way inside, and the smell hit her like an invisible wall; so many unwashed bodies in the same clothes for days, even years on end, packed inside the four walls of the shelter. It nearly made her head spin! Lynn took considerable effort to keep herself clean for just this very reason, since her sensitive nose made even her own mild funk pretty potent after a few days; she maintained a membership at the West End YMCA (under an alias, natch), where she did some occasional exercise, but mostly she was there for the showers. Through sheer force of will she pushed her revulsion down, breathing through her mouth as much as possible as she headed over to the food line to score some grub; the food wasn't so great but it was warm, the fresh-faced volunteers from Freedom College serving it were friendly, and for a moment she forgot all about the reason she came down here tonight, but not for long. She had hit the streets the last few nights, making discrete inquiries between ripping up bad guys, and all her sources pointed to one thing: if you wanted a chance to meet Nightrival in the flesh, this smelly swarm of humanity was your best bet. She found a seat at one of the folding tables and started working on her oddly-colored meat loaf, content to wait.

I got tired last night, otherwise this would've have looked more start-y; will start the IC thread sometime today. BTW, has the Our Lady of Mercy shelter already been established in another storyline? I don't want to contradict what's already been written.

I got tired last night, otherwise this would've have looked more start-y; will start the IC thread sometime today. BTW, has the Our Lady of Mercy shelter already been established in another storyline? I don't want to contradict what's already been written.

I got tired last night, otherwise this would've have looked more start-y; will start the IC thread sometime today. BTW, has the Our Lady of Mercy shelter already been established in another storyline? I don't want to contradict what's already been written.

This a thread about Grim seeking out Nightrival as a possible vigilante mentor; I think initially it's going to be just the two of us, but we may well open it so MBCE can stir up some mischief for us to deal with as a 'team-up' kinda deal.

This a thread about Grim seeking out Nightrival as a possible vigilante mentor; I think initially it's going to be just the two of us, but we may well open it so MBCE can stir up some mischief for us to deal with as a 'team-up' kinda deal.

This a thread about Grim seeking out Nightrival as a possible vigilante mentor; I think initially it's going to be just the two of us, but we may well open it so MBCE can stir up some mischief for us to deal with as a 'team-up' kinda deal.

After seeing him smack the so-called invisible guy in the...well, in the body with the massive concrete slab, Grim looks at Nano with what looks to be honest-to-goodness admiration. "Dude, that was totally awesome!" However the sudden arrival of the freakin' Centurion does something that hasn't happened in nearly twenty years: Grim is at a loss for words, as she stares in slack-jawed wonder at the flying guardian of Freedom City. It lasts all of fifteen seconds. "Uh, we ah...my name's Grimalkin, sir." She bows deeply from the waist, like she was meeting the Emperor of Japan. "It's an honor to meet you, sir." Grim then stands at attention, with her hands behind her back, head slightly bowed as she nervously shifts her weight back and forth.

After seeing him smack the so-called invisible guy in the...well, in the body with the massive concrete slab, Grim looks at Nano with what looks to be honest-to-goodness admiration. "Dude, that was totally awesome!" However the sudden arrival of the freakin' Centurion does something that hasn't happened in nearly twenty years: Grim is at a loss for words, as she stares in slack-jawed wonder at the flying guardian of Freedom City. It lasts all of fifteen seconds. "Uh, we ah...my name's Grimalkin, sir." She bows deeply from the waist, like she was meeting the Emperor of Japan. "It's an honor to meet you, sir." Grim then stands at attention, with her hands behind her back, head slightly bowed as she nervously shifts her weight back and forth.

After seeing him smack the so-called invisible guy in the...well, in the body with the massive concrete slab, Grim looks at Nano with what looks to be honest-to-goodness admiration. "Dude, that was totally awesome!" However the sudden arrival of the freakin' Centurion does something that hasn't happened in nearly twenty years: Grim is at a loss for words, as she stares in slack-jawed wonder at the flying guardian of Freedom City. It lasts all of fifteen seconds. "Uh, we ah...my name's Grimalkin, sir." She bows deeply from the waist, like she was meeting the Emperor of Japan. "It's an honor to meet you, sir." Grim then stands at attention, with her hands behind her back, head slightly bowed as she nervously shifts her weight back and forth.

Congrats, dude! This is awesome :clap: :clap: :clap:

Congrats, dude! This is awesome :clap: :clap: :clap:

Congrats, dude! This is awesome :clap: :clap: :clap:

I'm just curious as to which of the Heroes and Villains on this site have reputations, either public or on the street? I was thinking of having Grim seek out Nightrival for mentoring, and then wondered if she'd even heard of him.

I'm just curious as to which of the Heroes and Villains on this site have reputations, either public or on the street? I was thinking of having Grim seek out Nightrival for mentoring, and then wondered if she'd even heard of him.

I'm just curious as to which of the Heroes and Villains on this site have reputations, either public or on the street? I was thinking of having Grim seek out Nightrival for mentoring, and then wondered if she'd even heard of him.

We should work on something together; Grim is still relatively new at this, and would not mind working with a more experienced street vigilante to learn a few tricks.

We should work on something together; Grim is still relatively new at this, and would not mind working with a more experienced street vigilante to learn a few tricks.

We should work on something together; Grim is still relatively new at this, and would not mind working with a more experienced street vigilante to learn a few tricks.