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The sudden appearance of the newcomer in a gasmask caused Alex to spin around and face the new potential threat. The dark angel's mind processes what it can deduce of the newcomer, compares to what it already knows, and she makes an educated guess. "Wait a sec, you're Lucos right? Didn't know you're a lycanthrope, well that's Freedom for you." The tall heroinne visibly shrugs, seemingly dismissing it as not of too great importance. Interesting fact. If there's a pack already established in or near the city they're likely fairly secretive. Can't imagine them being well recieved by most heroes. "No, it's not exactly a habit. Went fishing for lowlives and got a somewhat bigger catch than usual." The winged one reaches down and easily lifts up one of the downed wolfies to demonstrate. "Glass jaws on all of them it seems." That the one she's currently holding has a noticeably broken jaw might just be a coincidence. "Name's Mongrel Angel by the way. And if they're not from your pack would you still know where we can find the rest of this pack? I mean, they didn't hesitate to take advantage of a defenseless young lady, I don't like the thought of them loose on the streets. And I don't think your pack likes the thought of them drawing attention to any and all canine shapeshifters in town now do they?"

The sight of Sarah's sword just vanishing causes Alex to raise an eyebrow even as she lowers her hands. At the swordswoman's invitation the dark angel casually walks over and gingerly takes a seat at one end of it, taking care not to upset anything with her wings. "No need for something to drink, though the offer is kind." The tall woman shifts slightly to get more comfortable with her wings before continuing. "As for the help on offer. I have been heroing for years now, so since you're just starting out there might be something I can help you with there. I'm also Moira's 'coach' when it comes to fighting, so I might be of some use there. And while I don't know how much you know but our mutual gorgeous redheaded friend did mention that you said you'd basically just dropped into this situation so I might be of some help with somewhat, mystical, know-how." All while talking the part-succubus casually regards the younger heroinne, gauging how she reacts. And appreciating her looks as well while she's at it.

Ouch, that hurts.

The swordswoman's reaction was perhaps a little startling, but Maenheld took it in stride. "Wooo! Easy there. The dark angel called out holding up her hands in the classic cautionary position. "Name's Mongrel Angel, though you can just call me Alex, Sarah. Moira asked me to see if I could lend you a hand." The steel eyed amazon takes a moment to give Prescott a proper look over. "Nice reflexes by the way." she said with a smile.

Sarah Prescott and Mongrel Angel do a shared patrol, who knows what they'll run into?

Night time, or day time, patrolling; a time honoured practice among heroes. Just about every super-hero starts out doing at least a few to get a feel for heroics. Alex remembered her own early days. Hell, she's still doing it at least once every other night, usually in disguise to draw out crooks with some really tasty bait. This time though her dear lover Moira had asked her to look into seeing if she could help a newcomer to the hero scene. According to the redhead Sarah Prescott seemed like an earnest young girl who could probably use a little help in getting started. All of which led up to Mongrel Angel touching down on the balcony of the swordwoman's home hoping to catch the younger heroinne before she went out. "Anyone home?"

Moira's word were reassuring, but Alex knew on a level seperate from her heart (which heartfeltly believed what her lover said) that the redhead was likely lying a bit to reassure her. Still, what her heart felt was what gave the brown-skinned woman the strength to keep up the steady mask she currently held. "Sure, I figured you might want to ask some. There's going to be more later, but I'll answer your questions about this first."

"Heh, no. That's coming up on the 27th of March near as I can figure. Congratulations by the way, I'll do my best to remember it next year." Moira's good cheer was infectious. At least it kept Alex from slipping downwards emotionally. "It's due to me not being human, except if one goes by the 'one drop' rule." The dark angel references one of the more ridiculous past laws found in within the nation they're standing in as she talks. "My super-hero name is more than just a cool moniker. Remember that purebreed comment from back when we first meet? Well, it was the pure truth, I'm something of a supernatural mongrel. A quarter angel, a quarter succubus, a quarter tengu. And the last quarter is a rather convulted, but there's a smidgen of human in there." The self confessed mongrel pauses for a few moments, her look inviting any questions her lover might have at this point before continuing.

The embrace and passionate kiss were certainly a great start things, but Alex was a bit worried it would easily get worse as the night progressed towards morning. "Yes you did." It was hard to keep from smiling too much when around Moira, and she was acting like she did now. Still, the winged lady had had practice and managed to do so. "It's mainly about me, some things I think you deserve to know." As she talked the smile retreated a bit and a somber, somewhat worried, look crept into the dark angel's eyes. "Where to start? Well, you know that I'm older than I look right?"

Well, to start of this new thread I hereby request a quick update on Mongrel Angel. 2pp to spend -1 rank of Takedown Attack -1 more rank of Luck (total of 3) DONE BY SHAENTHEBRAIN

"I think it might be best if we meet at your place. Love you Strawberry, see you there." Alex hung up, sighed and began the short chain of teleports that would put her at Moira's place before her lover got home. The purple haired hero still went by the principle of better early than late in these cases.

Notice to spot and/or hear Lucos, DC 23 (due to circumstances and stealth roll) (1d20+10=22) So Mongrel Angel doesn't notice Lucos at the moment. So we're just waiting for Sand now.

"Or emotional manipulation, mind altering substances, there's a lot of stuff that isn't straight control." "If someone's messing with her it could just be to use her as a means to an end. Could be someone with something against either of us." Alex smiled as Moira wrapped her arms around her and she picked her up bridal style. Taking of from the clearing with a single powerful wing beat the dark skinned heroinne soared towards Port Regal. "Well, I wouldn't be surprised if you knew him. He's been around in Freedom for about two years now, name of Wilhelm von Treissen."

Finally got IC up, damned be my lazy ass.

Alex Maenheld was good at keeping secrets when it mattered. She also knew a couple of tricks to it, such as seeming to be bad at it when the secret being poorly hid was something she could afford to let slip. Most of the time she didn't think about it, keeping secrets was something she'd lived with for two years now. Lately though it was starting to bother her. Moira Morley was a great woman to know, and she'd realized the two of them shared something that was in some ways surprisingly deep. Which made keeping a lot of secrets from the olympian something which gnawed at the supernatural mongrel. Which was also why she'd concluded that she needed to talk to her lover, about a fair number of things. Laddle up the bad stuff now that the red-head had seen the good stuff, and see if she was still welcome. This time it was a lot easier to call the goddess than that first time when she'd spent a week dittering. "Hey, Moira. Have you got some time? There's some things I think we need to talk about."

Yep, no problem getting Breakdown into this. Technically still room, if more people want in I'll post who does get in once I get the thread started.

"I'm willing to give her the benefit of doubt in this case. If we, or someone else, can't find something to suggest mental tampering or something we throw her to the authorities." Alex obviously wasn't too happy about their time being cut short. But business before pleasure, and this was super-hero business. The winged heroine gently let go of Moira and walked over to the fallen birdwoman, reached down and picked up her fallen adversery and put her... somewhere. "There, got her safe and sound. She'll be no problem until I let her out." The purple-haired one said as she looked back at her lover and started to walk back to her. "I know someone who could help us out, and if he can't find something it'll narrow it down a lot. So, are we flying or did you take the car?"

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"Well, I was trying to fit in a bit more than I do now. Near six foor amazons with purple hair stand out a bit don't they?" Alex stretches a bit as she talks, certainly not unaware of how this can at times put emphasis on certain parts of her physique. Well mannered guy, always nice to meet one of those."Pretty well, specially since round about December last year. Gotten into a partnership/relationship thing, kinda, with this girl. Now that I think about it she mentioned you once or twice I think." The purplehaired woman looks like she's remembering some distinctly happy times. "Kinda tricky to remember some of the details. You know how it is with Divine?" She asks looking over at Wesley to see if the name sparks any recognition.

"Hah, as a matter of fact I knew it before that." As she spoke the petite woman began to change, her statue and hair growing, her hair turning purple while her skin turned an ambiguous shade of brown. "We did meet back in 08, dealing with those acid bloobs in Hanover." As her clothes shifted to suit her new near six foot body she finished her bit. "Still going by Mongrel Angel by the way."

In the red-tinted world the lesser lupine shapeshifter currently occupied the little lady still presented the better target, especially since his boss was busy mauling the bigger one. So he leapt to the attack, his claws digging into her jacket. And finding it impossible to pierce her skin. He barely has time process this before a petite fist breaks his jaw and sends him flying backwards, where he skids akwardly against the brick wall for a few feet before stopping. Aww, fluffies no play more?" Alex playfully asks out loud. The lead wolf staggers as the tentacle bores into his neck, and catches the eye of the lady combatant. "Ah, fluffy!" Again there's the playful tone of voice, and this time she smiles broadly as she concentrates blazing holy power into her hands before throwing it at the furry thug. And strikes him right in the back of the head bowling him forward. He hits the ground unconscious.

Mongrel Angel is up for it. I missed out on the last one, so I figure I'd better try and catch this one.

Round 2: Attack vs Def 13, DC 21 if hit (1d20+6=18) Mook manages to hit Round 2: Toughness vs DC 21 (1d20+15=30), no damage Round 2: PA 3, A-oA 1, DC 30 if hit (1d20+10=20) Alex repays the favour Round 2: Toughness vs DC 30 (1d20+5=6) And he joins his unconscious friends MA surges, and spends a HP to nix fatigue Round 2: PA 5, A-oP 5, DC 33 if hit (1d20+9=29) Crit Round 2: Toughess save vs DC 38 (1d20+8=13) Out like a light

Round 2: Save vs DC 29 Stun (1d20+12=25) And he's stunned.

As the two who'd been hit staggered about the lady took the obvious chance. Not blanching at the tentacle assault on her criminals Alex simply takes a step forward and slams her fist into him launching the canine criminal into the brick wall behind him causing a noticeable dent in it. "Playtime boys." She says with a smile. At the same time the only one who'd dodged the tentacles lunges at the the dark hero obviously intent on causing him some grievious bodily harm. While his claws bit deep into the hero's clothes something about Wesleys enhanced physique kept him from taking noticeable harm. There could be seen the glimmers of an 'uh-oh' revelation in the wolfman's eyes, but it was drowned out in the torrent of adrenaline.