Moira Morley

Moira was good to ignore the panhandlers too. Her date however, being an actual nice guy, was going to try to save them apparently? Religion was not a touchy subject between the two. She'd met gods and been one for the first bit of her life. She knew there were other gods that people worshiped. It's part of the reason she was drawn to Mickey. He was resolute in his faith. But these two hoods he was talking to didn't look like the church goer crowd. She held on to his arm, as someone on a date would, as he talked to them. Mentally daring them to even start their little hustle, she hid behind a smile. "Dear," she talked to Mickey while staring a hole in the guy, "we don't want to keep the chef waiting. Do we?"

Terra - Earth Controlling Agent Adrian - Divine Shepard Ghost - Silent Assassin (adding concealment to sight, since i misread!) Terra and Adrian are Ultimate Wanda and Pietro for looks, and some actions. Ghost is, well, you can't see Ghost. That's why he's Ghost

GM Crime doesn't take a break in Freedom City. Ever. As the stars were settling in the sky, the lawbreakers set their eyes on illgotten gains. Some were sneaky, but others just wanted to do damage. In this case, both. Terra - an aspiring actress who's plans were cut short by being struck by a meteor infusing her with geokinetic power - and Adrian - her scheming boyfriend/brother who couldn't look at an advantage and say no, she had given him several artifacts - were told to sit put while Ghost - their father, a mutant who was gifted invisibility in his genes - made the rounds of the local closed shops. All they had to do was stay still and wait for him. He was leaned against a lamp post, she was leaned against him. But the potential marks swarming around the area was too enticing for them to not do something. "Excuse me," Adrian said walking towards the dressed 'down' heroes, "you three, tell me, are you going to dinner? I assure you I won't take too much of your time." Terra smiled, following him, waiting to be brute strength if these guys said anything but no.

Moira stopped her picking at his nice clothes when she say his uncomfortable blush. It wasn't meant to be anything other than a friendly gesture. She was going to answer the thing about transportation, but Mona arrived. Appraently this was going to be a monitored date. "Chaperone," she questioned with a grin. She looked to Mickey then Mona. She hadn't been on a chaperoned date since... she didn't even remember. But this was fine. Anything to make comfortable. Mona was a ray of sunshine after all. "Alright then." Now the cab thing. "Interesting," she said pulling her phone out of her purse, "you two sure being cooped up in a vehicle for a few minutes won't drive you stir crazy?" Uber, Lyft, whichever. She got a car here in a few minutes. And Herculean an effort it was, the drive was uneventful. Small talk was made as they couldn't talk their actual activities in front of the driver. They made it to the restaurant. Midtown, Timothy's Bistro, 715PM Upscale dining. Moira knew someone who knew someone who owed someone a favor. And now she was part of that conga line. Again. They had the chef, Timothy Kandro, to themselves for the meal. It was that important of a favor. Of course the trio couldn't go anywhere without Fate shoveling something on them.

She nodded and handed over a few of the smaller messages, and the drive with the actual files. The messages were varied in different ways. She smiled when she offered a drink of the non-alcohol variety, "water's fine." As she took the drink, she explained herself. "While I could have gone to the 'bigger' place," she said referencing Archetech, "I really wanted to keep this on the down low. Besides you're just as knowledgeable as them," she said with a friendly, and flattering tone. As they waited for the results, she did a scan of the room. Kind of understated despite the architecture. It was nice. Business could be conducted here without distractions. SHe didn't know how long it would take to get the results, but maybe the two knocking their heads together would get them faster.

Moira looked at the message from Mona. She tsk'd herself, hoping he was OK. She poured herself a drink, thinking she had time for it, but that was quickly doused when she heard Mona on the doorstep. There was no knock, but there was a text. She smiled reading what Mick had to say. "Tag along," she said amused, under her breath, "sure." Swipe, out of the messages, phone into the purse. She opened the door to see Mick standing there. He looked nice for him. Despite his 'ordinary' normal look. She was fine with it. They had fun together. "Hello, Mick," she said stepping outside to meet him. "Not bad," she complimented him, straightening him up a bit with light touches to his jacket. Looking at him with a smile, "you look positively handsome." She assumed they got here through running as there was no car. And Mona wasn't around. "So, should we get a cab or?"

For this. In which Moira and Mickey keep getting interrupted and go further and further out! @EternalPhoenix?

West End, Freedom City, 645PM, 27 October Moira had kept up with Mickey and Mona ever since they met in August. They'd meet up to bust criminals in Freedom City. It was a friendly relationship, but Moira took affection to Mick, spending more time with him after the heroics. After a couple of months, she finally broke down and asked him If he wanted to do something less on the books. She didn't come right out and say 'a date', which was weird for her, but they decided somewhere nice. Dinner, movie, stargazing, a ride home. All that first date stuff. It almost felt like a formal declaration or something. Something Moira didn't do often. While not dressed to the nines, Moira did more than just casual clothes. A short, white, lace dress, and heels, of which the latter she dreaded to wear, but it was for something nice. She smelled lightly tropical due to the concoction of perfumes, nothing overpowering. And light make up too, enough to 'accent'. It was a little before time. So she shot a message to him through text Moira 18:45:57 [Hey Mick. Hope everything's going smooth on your end.] [It's almost seven, love.] [See you when you get here. ?]

"Thank you," she curtsied politely. Sitting down, she put her 'work' in her lap, not wanting to mess up the place. "I'm sure you have lots of things on your plate, but I have something that might interest you," she said pulling out a few of the more preserved papers and putting them on the flattest, surface she could find. She looked to the more knowledgeable woman, "I've been getting some cryptic fan mail," she said facetiously. She pointed to it as she read over a few lines. Like she was reciting everything. She obviously knew what she was reading, but not understanding. She turned to Kamala gain, "I've been told it was written by a machine. Or for a machine." She smirked, "not to say you're a machine, but you, my dear, are the first person I thought to figure this out."

Estelle being a hair colorist did not surprise Moira. She didn't expect it, of course, but now that she mentioned it, it seemed about right. Nodding at the mention of different hair colors. She had one idea in mind, but with her lover's knowledge, she could take advantage of so much knowledge. "You know, I don't want to be exactly like yours." She kissed her on the cheek, "besides, I'd get lost in your hair," she laughed. "Well, kind of golden or honey kind of looks like that I had in mind. Darker types," she looked at the pictures, "I could pull off that last one when I have some sun on me." She smirked, "right?" She zoomed in on the honey blonde. "You know, I haven't really done this outside of Kool Aid in high school, but something about dark to light?"

Herakles was not the first person Edone imagined seeing. But here he was, in the godly flesh. The last time she saw him was in a haze. Some debauched god party. Maybe it was for the best that she didn't remember it. They did a lot of 'deeds' while on Olympus. You owe one god you probably just got added to a long list of them. She absolved her deeds when she left for the life less epic. "Yeah, that whole 'Pact' thing," she winced, remembering the complicated matters of the magical types shoving extradimensional entities out. The grand scheme of things was to keep the reality breakers out of the dimension. Though they had to lock the door on the others too. "To tell you the truth, I never studied too hard on that." She clinched the bridge between her nose, "ok I though it was for only true godborn. Like people receiving their powers from a god were free to go back and forth." She looked up at at Herakles with a smile, "you would know. Half human guy, granted godhood."

While it was true, the last few Sundays had been uneventful, there was something on Moira's mind! "I've been thinking of going a different color," she said shaking her hair. This was not something they'd discussed, but while it was something seemingly out of left field, Estelle could tell she wasn't joking. "Blonde, specifically," she noted her love's reaction, "well, not like yours, a darker type gold." She fixed a plate of the breakfast accompaniment for Estelle as she got her coffee. "Besides, you know the little golden strands mother puts in my hair sometimes? I think I've grown accustom to them." Putting the plate down in front of Estelle, she smiled. Truly the Olympian could have done this a million different ways, but she wanted it to be an experience for her and Estelle.

Getting out was not the problem, seeing how long she could get Estelle to keep it up was her goals. The feeling of the hair against her skin, grabbing and tickling her, she tried to hold on! But it was too little too late. Estelle knew where Moira's tender and delicate spots were. Few and far between of the rough and tumble goddess, but Estelle had had practice. A lot of practice! Moira eventually succumbed to the sensations covering her whole body First a little, trying to hide it, and then as Estelle got her in her most vulnerable position, the complete cacophony came. Moira had a healthy set of lungs, but even she needed to breathe. Estelle could wear her down. "OK, ok," Moira pleaded, giddily gasping. She couldn't move from her bound state as she was weak. At Estelle's mercy. She slowed her breathing as her merciless mistress paused. "I, whew," she giggled a bit more, coming down of the high of her love's embrace. "So, babe. I hope you're hungry." She winked and blew a kiss, "it's Sunday, we got a lot to do today."

Moira, focused on her food, was apparently completely oblivious to her lover's sneakiness. Though once Estelle got a hold of her, there was no escape! Not that she would want to. The hair she remembered from before she left was the same as she enjoyed recently. Loving the feeling of the soft and strong hair tendrils in more ways than one. She let out a squeak of surprise as she let go of the pan of sausages just in time. Estelle noticed that she had cleaned up since their early morning escapades. Moira was wearing clothes; a dark yellow midriff that said 'My Unicorn Ate My Homework' and lace shorts. "Good morning, yourself," she said softly, draping her hands behind Estelle. She pulled up to her for a soft lingering kiss. "I didn't know what you wanted," she said stroking a tendril that was holding her, "I made pretty much all of it." Estelle knew why she was doing this. Moira always did this before she asked a favor. It was never anything out of bounds. Well, maybe that one time. Moira looked over to the coffee pot, still warm. "If I could just reach it," she said playfully straining and 'fighting' against the tendrils.

30 September 2018, 8AM The last two months had been a sort of down time for Moira. She and Estelle had been living together for that time, as lovers do. Moira still did the hero duties and put face time in at Morleys, but she was seemingly devoted to, gasp, one person! Not that she minded. And she hoped that Estelle didn't mind. It was cute being a couple. At first it was like 'well, i see other people'. And they were fine with that. But they grew close. Now Moira rarely strayed. Here she was, cooking breakfast for her love. Pancakes, eggs, sausage, bacon, potatoes, and more. Lots of them. It smelled like a breakfast bistro in the loft. Wafting all over, reaching the nostrils of Estelle as she slept.

Player Name: Dreamwalker Character Name: Seraph Power Level: 11 (160/160) Tradeoffs: TBD Unspent Power Points: 0 In Brief: Vitakinetic member of the Martel lineage. Looks to reconnect with her States-side family and be a superhero again. Residence: TBD Base of Operations: TBD Catchphrase: TBD Alternate Identity: Faith Martel (birth name) Identity: Secret Birthplace: Atlantic Ocean, International Waters Occupation: None Affiliations: TBD Family: Eve Martel/La Renarde Bleue (first cousin), Anson Martel (father), Maria Martel (mother) Date of Birth: November X, 1993 Apparent Age: late teens Gender: Female Ethnicity: Caucasian (French) Height: 5'1" (1.55 meters) Weight: 110 pounds (50 kg) Eyes: Green Hair: Blonde Power Descriptions History On a plane trip to the United States is where Faith was born. Her father, Anson, was on a business trip and decided to bring his very pregnant wife, Maria. And that's where Faith popped out. In a plane. Over the Atlantic Ocean. While technically French by birth, she has dual citizenship between both countries. She used it frequently travelling between the hustle of the northeastern United States (mostly) and the French countryside. During her early years she proved to be quite a talker and a listener, defusing hostilities with a few words. It would be the first of her psychic resonance bleeding subtly through. The Martel family have had instances of psychics reaching all the way back to Charlemagne. Though Faith's early psychic resonance not expounded upon, as no one noticed it, it did not go away. Though it did keep her parents from fighting. Years later, she would be given a second taste of power. During her teenage years she was in to health and fitness. She studied and trained her body mostly, but this lead to a precocious love of sciences. 'Puberty' was kind to her, but it was her psychic resonance forming. Personality and Motivation Complications

Happy birthday, Angel. I miss you. I love you. I won't ever forget you.

"Business casual," she asked with a grin. Cute. Not the type of thing she's imagine him wearing outside of the costume. "Well, maybe Fred needs to be bigger. Stronger." She caught one of the large pieces of metal as it landed haphazardly. "Hm," she rearranged Fred into a bison. It was now twice the size. She was sure some tech genius would build something like this to ride around in. She was proud of her artwork indeed. And even more impressed by Stalwart's lift. The junkyard owner came out to see the 'mess' they'd made. Even he was impressed by the two. He did tell them to put the pieces back afterward. Or pay for it. Seeing as Scion was not in a place to pay anyone, she looked to Stalwart, "Let's see how fast we can put this man's stuff back the way it was and then. I dunno, There's a quarry outside of town." She grinned and picked up an imaginary rock, "boulders."

While the two were talking, Scion had changed out of her costume into civilian clothes. Some pants that rode her hips and a yellow and black midriff tshirt with a Beekeeper logo on it. The costume, a long toga, wouldn't really work in this place. She started piling car scraps on top of each other in various formations. She seemed to be building something? Nah, the lifting competition was on her mind too. She wanted to see how much Stalwart could smash upwards and down. The innuendo did not escape her. But now? They were having some fun. She looked over to Stalwart with a smile, putting her hand above her eyes to block the sun - maybe Apollo, maybe just coincidence - from blinding her. "Well, we have to start somewhere," she looked to the pile of metal she situated into a semi- idea of a large humanesque figure. "This here is Fred. Should be light work for you."

Scion looked around, borrowing power from Apollo always made her think of artistic things. Liberty Park was full of so much beauty she could work with. She saw the trees Stalwart was eyeing as a project and didn't want to destroy it for kicks. "Hm," she touched him on the shoulder, "you know what would be even heavier? Junkyard. Lots of heavy stuff there. And we can put thing on top of each other to make them heavier." She smiled and nodded. There was an ulterior motive to lifting and breaking scrap metal. It was art, of course. She just hoped Stalwart was along for the ride. "Meet you there," she smiled and disappeared in a ray of light.

Ok, so he was a lot faster than she thought he was. At least that wasn't his normal trotting speed. There was nowau she could catch up to him, unless. "Apollo, love," she spoke to the god of, well, many things, "might you turn me into a ray of sunshine so that I may be at Liberty Park right now?" Apollo tsked, "We'll talk about payment later. I have some modeling you might be interested in anyway." Scion appeared right next to Stalwart in a flash of light from the sky. Luckily it was daylight enough that no one saw any difference, but people in the immediate area got a btight flash of light. She laughed, "we'll call it a tie?"

Scion was surprised when Pacer didn't automatically reappear. She did it a lot in that shared dream. She did it not a few minutes ago. But hey, Scion could get to know her brother. The more friends the better, right? Right. "Yeah," she nodded, "how about we get away from his scene? I know you're strong - something I'd really like to know your... upper limits on - but are you fast too? I'm saying we blow this place for a more scenic one. Liberty Park? If not I can get you there."

Scion 2 + 5 + 6 + 3 = 16 posts + 9 GM posts = 25 Clearing Out The Cobwebs [2 posts] Excuse Me, Your Head Is On Fire [5 posts] The Battle Roil: Scion vs. Scion [6 posts] The Bright And The Bewitching [3 posts] Sanguine 0 posts + 1 GM posts = 1 GM 5 posts x 2 = 10 Excuse Me, Your Head Is On Fire [5 posts] 9 to Scion 1 to Sanguine

Scion rolled her eyes at the tough talk. Then again, she did take a full on face smash from her. Scion never stayed around for paperwork, and now she knew why. It was tedious. But she got to tell an epic retelling of the events. So there was that. Still, she had to get her drunk friend home. "Wait a second..." As if fate would deign it, Pacer showed up. She smiled slipping her hand into the speedster's and looking her in the eye, "can I ask you a quick favor? If you can, I have a friend across the street. He's pretty out of it. And light touch if you can, I dont know how well he held his drink tonight."

SAFIYA found out, well, she had a past. Moira Morley was a former hero - name of Divine - and superpowered socialite from the late 2000s/early 2010s. She was more a party girl than a hero. Saucy content a plenty was definitely caught on camera. Though there were a few good deeds under her belt. After that, there was nearly a decade in absentia. Reappearing in 2017, she was less abrasive. Definitely not cavorting with villains anymore. She became a Hellenistic priestess and shared ownership in her adoptive father's pub, Morley's (which recently added some late night activities). Scion was her moniker all over social media now. While she didnt do much to hide it, Scion and Moira presented as two separate entities, legally. Moira nodded enthusiastically when she was invited to meet Ms Kanufasa, "great!" She followed Nadiya, taking in the architecture of the building. She asked questions and made small talk with her guide. Just pleasantries. Learning things about the place she was in. Until they reached Kamala's office. "Thank you again, Nadiya. I hope we can see more of this place later." Walking in the office, she was measured in her response, "thank you for your time, Ms Khanufasa."