Moira Morley

So, what say you almighty GMs? It's sorta important now :P

"My name is," Moira smiled and quickly uttered in a gleeful tone before catching herself. Superheroes don't go by real names, she thought, I gotta think of something that will impess these guys. Shinken sounds cool. Red Star sounds cool. What will they call me? "M," she said looking at the two other heroes for approval.

Moira looked shocked at the carnage below, then to the Captain under her, then back to the DJ. She held on to the Captain as thing were starting to sway. Dumfounded and speechless, her expression was more in confusion with the DJ than the scene below.

Initiative (1d20=13)

Moira looked around to see if someone was watching. She knew noone was around for miles, but maybe it was a subconcious thing. Getting close as she could to the dark figure, she spoke in an almost whispered tone, "I don't really need air." She cleared her throat and spoke up, "So the only real problem we have is transportation."

Moira nodded as she listened to the dark figure for everything he had to say. If anything, he was the only way she could get whatever was in her head out of it. "Is there a way we can do this now," Moira asked a little bit perturbed, "I mean what would you do if you had someone else's brain in your brain?"

Is this part of the training, Moira thought as her arms dropped and wrapped around O'Ren's waist slowly pulling them closer together, Am I not supposed to let my guard down? Have I failed? Damn this blood of mine! The kiss lasted for only a second or two, but it felt like an eternity. "I'm sorry," she looked at him afterwards with a longing smile and gentle voice, "We're not getting anywhere with this, are we?"

Lil Devil reached for a conveniently placed dark red bathrobe and placed it ever so lovingly over what needed to be covered. Biting her lip for a second, she sulked. She slowly walked over to Hellbound with a look of pity for herself, "I am sorry, Hellbound, but how will I be able to practice the criminal stopping techniques we have been studying without freedom of movement? I mean, it is not easy to do all those bends and grabs with free roaming clothes around!"

Everything was happening so fast. The beast popped out of nowhere and it seem to not phase her. When it mangled O'Ren, something went off in her head. A mixture of fear and frustration finally spilled to the surface as she let off a roar of her own as she brought down vengeance with a overhead hammer blow from the camera.

Moira was even more confused than before, "Going into space? Didn't it land," she looked to the former crash site and then back to Dark Star, "well, sorta land here?" She pondered the ball of memories in her head but got nothing again, "Where is this telepath? And how quickly can we get to it?"

So do I post after Avenger and the monster?

If you havent noticed, Moira always mentions her favorite folk rock cover band The Vigilantes in every thread she's in So I was wondering would it be possible to make a band for one NPC slot?

Moira watched in awe as the ship went through it's death throes. She forgot about the alien she was holding, the dark figurethat told her everything, and even the natural scenery. It was beautiful in it's destrction, and she and the dark figure were the only ones to witness it. After a somber moment, she looked back to the informed individual. "So, how are we gonna get him home? Or his package? Wait, he touched my head before he died and said to take it home. Then my brain went numb," she paused for a second and then looked in horror to Dark Star, "Did they put something in my brain?! Like in the movie where the alien put something in the human's mouth and another alien burst out of the human's chest!" Still holding the dead alien in her arms she tried to grab at Dark Star's non-flesh form, "I dont want my head to explode like that!"

Moira took a quick climb up on to the Captain, sitting on his shoulders. Raising her voice, she squinted her eyes and pointed at DJ Anarchy, "Listen you Bob Marley reject! You stole everybody from my pub! Those are good people! They don't deserve your noise!" She paused for a second, and then spoke in a more cheerful tone, "Oh, and can you play The Vigilantes cover of Knockin' on Heaven's Door?"

The voice from outside sounded like it knew what it was talking about. Cradling the body of the alien up again, she made a quick exit out of the shaky ship. When she finally got out of the claustrophobic nightmare, she saw that the voice had a face, well sort of. She looked to the tall dark figure with confusement, "I think this alien wants me to take it or something of it's home."

Notice (1d20=18, 1d20=19)

Moira held on to the Captain as he told her. She loved the feel of flying. If only he could stay up in the sky for a while. Lust induced thoughts swam around in her head as she wondered how he and she would work in the air would happen with only one of them being able to fly. Her imaginary interlude ended when they landed. They were now facing someone that she had never heard of before. After the Captain finished shouting out the new guy, there was a short pause. She emphatically yelled, "Yeah, and let my customers go too!"

Moira looked around. She knew that she woke up this morning, but this had to be the weirdest dream ever. Looking to the ship, she wondered where the alien's home was. She would of asked it a lot more if it were alive. Maybe the ship has one of those life sustaining/rejuvenating containers that seems to be in every sci-fi flick. Picking up the body of the alien in a cradle position, she walked towards the ship.

Moira smiled as she thought of the grappling lessons over the past week or so. Then again, she was sure that kind of grappling probably wouldn't be effective in combat. Relaxing her hips a bit she slowly swayed them a bit to show she had loosened them like he instructed. She then followed up with the fists on her side position to practice. "Sorta like this, huh," she whispered in their close position.

Save vs Plot! (1d20=10)

Initiative (1d20=2)

Moira's decision to go hiking was a bit of a random thought. She just felt the need to grab a walking stick and see some of the wild outdoors. She had everything she needed: clothes, food, and a bunch of little things that the lady at the store sold her. She didn't know why she needed a few of them, but she had to be ready for the just-in-case-ofs. A few hours into her trip, she encountered one of the things not covered in her just-in-case-ofs. The ship crashing was like a small dream. Everything slowed down and turned black and white for a few seconds as it slammed into the earth. When she heard the thing start opening her curiousity was piqued. She readied herself for defense, but not in a threatening manner. When she saw the little man she was shocked and rushed to his his side, "Are you OK? Are you alive? Do you speak English? Say something, anything!"

"I've been crowd surfing before," she said staring off into nowhere while fixing her wind blown hair, "It's a good way to get your wallet stolen." After a second or two of messing with her hair, she finally just pulled it back. This ride was much more fun than worrying about such petty things. Looking down at the Captain, she noticed him watching her every move. She smiled and winked as she propped herself over him by putting her hands beneath his chestplate. Looking forward towards where the the zombie crowd was taking them, she sighed dreamily, "I wonder how long this is gonna take?"

Notice (1d20=9)

He can fly, Moira's thoughts screamed for joy as they lifted off, This is the most awesome adventure ever! She could have had a million adventures before, but for now, this was the only one she could thing could think of. Then the Captain started falling. Oh shit he can't fly, her mind whined as she winced on their way down, holding him tighter as if squeezing him would make him stop in midair. When they landed without breaking anything she slowly opened her eyes. Looking around, she saw thatpeople were actually carrying them. She loosened up on the Captain so that they could face each other. Her legs still wrapped around his waist, she sat up, using his torso as a seat. "Well, that's one way to get around."