Moira Morley

While she was not as close to Gretchen as she wanted to be - they were roommates, and you generally wanted the people you live with to like you - she understood her distress. Moira was not a monogamist. And now that she listened, neither was Gretchen it seemed. Still, it was Gretchen who loved Lynn and Lynn who loved Gretchen. They were a couple. They were bonded. They made each other happy. And here Moira was with only one excuse. And it was and excuse. The feelings were there long before the wine. She'd playfully flirted with Lynn even before she left for Olympus. Still it felt awful. "Gretchen," she said walking towards her, but not too close, "There are many feelings. I'm not about to lie and say it was only the wine that we drank. Lynn is part of my heart. But seriously, I understand it. You guys are special. I do not want to break your bond with Lynn. I do not want to break Lynn's bond with you." She stood there for a silent second to allow the teary girl to process. Moira's body language was open, Gretchen could tell that she wanted to comfort her.

Well, now that I have time on my hands, I'd like to start this up again. @Ari, @EternalPhoenix, @EviscerusNox, @Heritage, @Zeitgeist Blue You guys good?

To hear the two argue out loud was something Moira didn't expect. A cringe crossed her face as the sharp, loud words flew. Then Gretchen wanted to speak to her alone? Well, she expected to be booted out of the apartment at the very least. She wanted to hold on to Lynn and tell her it would be OK. "Lynn, baby," she whispered sympathetically, "just know that I love you no matter how this turns out." She pecked her on the cheek. Sighing, she picked up her clothes - a red sports dress with hoodie - and hastily slipped it on before adjusting her frazzled hair. It was time to meet the firing squad. Making her way to the roof, slowly, collecting her thoughts. She wasn't about to fight this lecture, but she would explain. It probably didn't help that this felt eerily familiar. But she had learned from last time. When she got there she stood there silent for a moment, assessing the situation. She did not want to seem weak, but she did want to seem like she was trying to do what Gretchen thought she was doing. "Listen, before any of this starts. I am deeply sorry. For many, many reasons."

Hope I got everything you said

Usually, Moira - Scion as she was known to her employers - was one of the types that would get in, get to know the person, get them to trust her and then have that trust betrayed as she procured whatever she needed. This was not one of those times. Sneak in to one of the technical owners of the world and take his stuff. Which was made possible by her spirit conduit. Right now the spirits she had to work with were Carnal, Anger, Madness, and Light. These were not their actual names but the names she gave them based on the boons they provided. Light made her invisible. Anger gave her the power to knock Suvou around like a rag doll. Madness gave her the idea... to jump out of a window. The bots were coming. She may have got a few of them but there were too many. She was glad she got those shock upgrades. This jump would kill a mundane. Not as graceful as she thought it would be - she could hear Madness cackling - but she was out and alive. Landing right where she needed to be. No one was around, so she had time for one little last goodbye. Putting Carnal through the security system jammed their footage, replacing it with some holo-smut. For the next few hours they'd be seeing the literal ass-end of someone's business. After Carnal came back, Scion pulled the key she nabbed from Suvou out of her pocket. Who used keys anymore? Or watches? Suvou, that's who. At least she had an untraceable vehicle.

Reflex DC 15: 1d20+7 9 Wisdom DC 15: 1d20+7 23 Dexterity DC 10: 1d20+2 13

Really, it wasn't supposed to go that far. The two were supposed to binge watch a show called Demonchaser Jo, if Moira remembered correctly. It wasn't on any streaming site, Lynn had actual recorded copies. Archaic! Moira's birthday was the next day. They had a nice bottle of wine to celebrate. Not some around the corner cheap stuff. Dionysus' personal stock. Moira enjoyed the show. It knew what it wanted to do. Kick ass action with some drama to float between there. Moira had never watched before, but Lynn had such glowing reviews of the show, that she felt like she knew what she was in for. She and Lynn got close as they watched the show. About two bottles in, neither of them were watching the show and had lost various bits of clothing, both of them covered only by a single blanket. 'For warmth'. She didn't even remember who started it, but Moira was under the cover first. Though the carnal action didn't last long. Or as long as Moira wanted. She and Lynn were greeted by a sharp rebuke. Moira heard it barely, she but it was enough to stop her in shock. Laughing stopped and a four letter word crossed her tongue. She stuck her head out from under the cover to see Shri... Gretchen. "Oh man," the heady buzz was fading. "Uh, hi," Moira said with a smile, "this is not what... this is totally what it looks like." She sighed man there was explaining to do.

Scion 9+6+2+1=18 posts Room of Danger (fourth edition) [9 posts] Some 'Splaining To Do [6 posts] Relay [2 posts] Ink! [1 posts]

The pain was very very real. She could sense this guy getting enjoyment off of this. And if it weren't so painful - she tried so hard for it not to hurt - she'd be right there with him. But no, his hand squeezing her thigh, it was unbearable boiling searing pain. And then everything stopped. Complete blackness. Death? No, the afterlife didn't look like this. She'd been there a few times. Elysium and Tartarus did not have the inky void motif. It was total sensory deprivation. If she had eyes she could see. If she had legs she could run away. The blackness was lifted and she could feel again, hear... see! Though this was not familiar. Confused she sat up looking at the other costumed hero (was she?) explaining what was happening. The pain was gone, but the questions were just beginning. Getting up, she followed the unknown hero. They discussed what Terrifica knew. Two heads are better than one And if it happened four times already, there was something that needed to be thwarted!

DC 25 Fortitude: 1d20+10 19 Losing 6 Toughness. Puts her at 0. DC 30 Toughness: 1d20+0 7 Failed by 23. Bleh.

Moira looked confused as the fire fiend stood. In hindsight, she should have seen it coming. But no. This guys was more interested in flame than anything else. And here she was hot and ready for the branding. She tried to scramble to her feet, but it was no use. He plunged his hand down on to her bare skin. The pain was unbearable as she let out a scream of agony. It was a pain she had never felt before. Even when she was up on Olympus, there were godly protection. Now? She was less than a god. It would have murdered a normal person. She breathed deep, trying to catch her bearings. He would pay for this. If she could just get to her feet.

I missed the part about Power Attack So she loses 4 toughness, making the Toughness 23, failing by 7. Dazed and Stunned. Now I must explain how nonlethal murder feels

DC 20 Fortitude: 1d20+10 21 Eat it! DC 25 Toughness: 1d20+12 20 Reroll DC 25 Toughness: 1d20+12 28 E A T I T ~ ! That said, those Toughness rolls should be one lower. But still. Eat it.

Not asking for a HP, but one of her complications is... Easily Distracted: Things of beauty are likely to pull her off course, be it a painting or a person. So she's not gonna do anything but gawk this round

She stopped for a moment when he pulled off his shirt. Not only was he hot, he was hot. Hard toned muscle, not a burnt up mess like she thought. "My weakness," she said with a delighted huff. Still, she wasn't so out of it to not notice he was on fire still. She was smitten, not stupid. "Come on, hotness," she said leaning towards him, cajoling him to drop the flame. Her Olympian physique could actually withstand all sorts of hot places, but it was absolute fire that she couldn't. She was admiring as close as she could without getting burned. "If not, well then, I could watch you burn for a long time."

Happy birthday, Avenger! You're officially a double 18 year old

Take It Off (by Ke$ha. SFW. Ish.)

Distract (Bluff): 1d20+12 24

As the fireman lit up, Moira saw her fate and clenched. Though it wasn't hot as the other fire. "OK, you almost got me there, Fuego." She rolled over to the side and sat up on her knees. "Combat zone, yeah? I figure one of us has to get knocked out for this to end." She leaned over him looking down, "you seem the type that gets all hot and bothered. Maybe we do some kindling after this? Get you a nice bonfire." Her words flowed out sensually as she flaunted herself over him. Not as good as her mother, but she did learn from the best teaser on Olympus.

DC 21 Toughness: 1d20+11 15 One of those generous HP you gave me. DC 21 Toughness: 1d20+11 26 I swear, there should be magnitudes of success

He's in waist deep! But OK, I messed up in IC. Correcting. I did not, apparently. Nothing in my post alludes to water!

Into the drink he goes Also, she's not trying to drown him, but they are in waist deep water for him. So maybe con checks to hold breath?

Apollo's Sun Chariot only lasted long enough to get her to the shore. Not that The Flamebinger had any frame of reference. Moira tried to swerve out of the way of the wall, but she pulled to quickly and landed right in the fire. Though it left a lot to be desired as they barely made a mark. "Sure thing, Hot Pocket," she said with a leap in the air to where the hothead stood. Slamming directly into his gut she heard something crack. She smiled wickedly, "I'm about to put out a fire," she said pressing the advantage and trying to drag him down.

Attacking Pyro: 1d20+8 28 Cuh-RIT! DC 32 Toughness. Opposed Grapple: 1d20+18 30

Reflex: 1d20+7 12 Toughness: 1d20+11 26