Moira Morley

"Guys," she said with a cheerful tone, "I'm sure I don't have to repeat this. Again. But don't open your eyes. And, hey, try not to get wild and attack the snake thing." With a quick kick to the arrow, she went towards the shadow of her opponent. As she got closer and the mists were thinner between them, she picked up a swift burst of speed and hurdled herself into the creature. Pounding into it may not have been the best idea as there was a hint of pain, but pain was fleeting. Victory was forever. Instinctively she tried to grab the snake as she hit it.

Bluff: 1d20+12 19 Bluffing to convince her this is how things go. Hopefully they're not too bright Also, on the happenstance that Attractive works here? +8 to that!

Maybe this mist was to her advantage. The again to her disadvantage. She wouldn't be able to see the creature unless it was upon her. "<Right, about that,>" she sais taking a step forward but keeping her distance far enough to make anything but an outline, "<they're not here to be garden variety statues. Neither am I. I know your game.>" She was going through the options in her head. And something caught her, like switching a lightbulb on. "<Now, you can have at me, of course. But I must warn you, I'm not going out like some kind of loser.>" She kneeled down, picking up some of the dust on the ground to coat her hands. "<We're going to do this the correct way. One on one. Refuse and let us walk through, a coward. Accept, and I'll be your only target. The rules of combat.>"

Initiative: 1d20+2 20

Moira nodded to Charlie, "comes with the territory of being a hero in Freedom City. I just happen to get all of the-" She stop talking and quickly reached for the woman who stepped out. "No," she exclaimed with a reprimand too little too late. Now Moira was on high alert. "Again, stay close. And if I were you guys, find a way to hide your eyes." She looked around, the mist obscured what she thought to be a gorgon, a medusa, whatever they called themselves. Technically there was only one and she was slain over 2000 years ago. Then again, gods being gods, didn't mess with the classics. "Hold on," she called out into the mist. "<Do not harm these innocents,>" she said, this time in Greek, "<I am your prey, you'll get nothing from them.>" She looked to the group, speaking in English and a hushed tone, "get your hands and or blindfolds folks. It about to get bumpy in here."

Moira was taken aback by Lynn's stark honesty. Of course, she was used to it, but it still came out of the blue. She was happy that she didn't have to pay, but was troubled that she may have abandoned one of her best friends to go travelling elsewhere. "Of course, babe. I'll be here for you anytime." She held on to her friend for a quiet moment and all was seemingly right. The looming promise of food really didn't matter at the moment. She held Lynn again. "Hey Lynn," she said softly as she petted Lynn's hair, "wanna do that thing where we're partners? Helping people out, shaking down bad guys? World's Awesomest style!" It was not a serious suggestion, she knew the fey woman was at least five times more powerful than her. At least last she checked. The clone was probably even better than her. But still 'World's Awesomest' was something to be seen.

Moira leaned into to Lynn totally not paying to the clone's chatter in the background. As they talked, she wrapped her arms around Lynn and whispered in her ear, "I can pay you a fair amount. How does-" Her potential offer stopped as the loud noise in the background made her reflexively wince. She laughed a little, leaning her forehead on Lynn's shoulder. "Sure," she said looking up at the mention of brunch, "i'm all for anything with eggs, potatoes, and ham in different forms." She let go of Lynn. "But really. Thanks. I love staying with you. And your clone, if she's real. I can get to know her better too." She knew the clone was gone, but she really wanted to pick it's brain. She pecked Lynn on the cheek. "So, seriously," she said slipping out of her personal space, "how's 500 sound?"

Attacking Killa Gorilla: 1d20+8 9 Not hitting the broad side of a barn.

It was almost too quick. Scion didn't doubt the banana could be used as a weapon, she'd seen much sillier things, but she didn't know how to react to it.She found out it was a gun! And that was the surprise that caught her off guard. A banana beam. She wasn't about to say she'd everything, but this? This was new. It stung a little, but banana was one of her favorite scent. Wincing, she steeled herself when an actual gun came out. Of course, it being gangsters, it had to be a tommy gun. Not that she was jumping in the way of it, but it hit her all the same. It wasn't pleasant but at least it wasn't as bad as the banana beam. "Oh man," she laughed, "I really didn't need that, but come on. Monkeys with banana guns. I love my line of work." She charged after the one with the bullets, trying to punch and grab him at the same time. Unfortunately that banana blast seemed to disorient her more than she thought. She missed but was next to him!

Toughness DC 25: 1d20+11 26 All that potassium!

Toughness DC 28: 1d20+12 22 Let's not get punked on the first shot. Toughness DC 28, reroll: 1d20+12 27 Much better, still a bruise or injury, depending on how monkey man rolls!

Seeing as she was unknown on this world she could have gone full transparent citizen. But where would the fun in that be? The only contrast to the red in her wardrobe was two piece of god. Her necklace and her bracer. Both held sentimental value, but the latter was the one that 'made' her Scion. At least the geddup. She focused on it. A golden laurel appeared in her hair and her shoes turned into golden sandals. Her dress was now a white, layered dress that reached down to her ankles. Finally her eyes flared with golden fire. She looked very much the part of an ancient goddess. "See, this is the part where you either back down or get beat down," she said taking a few steps towards the monkey men. "I'd suggest the former, because who wants to ruin this nice place? I know I don't. But if you insist." She hunched over slightly, arms forward in a grappler's stance, "you're paying for all of us."

Initiative: 1d20+2 16 Almost!

Moira nodded as Raya explained her less than open life. "I can see it, not everyone has to want the public's eye. Even a showy person like yourself." She smiled at Raya, "it's why i keep my identity partially secret. Like openly secret. Scion and Moira Morley are two different people, until you meet one of them and care to put two and two together." She grinned, "in Freedom, people enjoy the masquerade, so I'm not going to push it off of anyone." The waiter's arrival was a blessing followed by a curse. Not the waiter, the 'local supervillain'. Moira looked cross. "Of course," she said tersely. There were two options now. Get up and pummel this monkey man into the ground and ruin the date from the start, or sit here like a rubber necker. The latter did not appeal to her. Still, having a nice time with Raya was what she wanted. "I can make this problem disappear real quick," she leaned forward towards Raya, speaking quietly, "but the formal part of out night would be over. Either way, I'm about to get up and do the right thing."

She nodded at what Val pointed out, "mazes are supposed to be fun and all, but I think the entertainment here was supposed to be me. Not for me," she shrugged. Grinning at Joey's observation, "you need to see some of the stuff back home. It's about the same." She looked to Charlie with a smirk, "then again, some people are meant to be immortalized in stone." As if to point out the folly in her words, the shadow and slithering sound only brought about one thought. More danger. "Stay close," she spoke out a warning to the group, "we might have a visitor." Technically they were the ones invited. Semantics. She waved Joey back and stepped towards Charlie and the woman - who she realized she didn't know her name, "You alright, dear? I hope this isn't too much," she smiled with wordless assurance that she would protect her and the rest of the group.

Moira nodded, "yeah, the simpler things and life are easy to afford. I'm a West End girl. The rich part is impressive, but I like to know people before their bank account." She reached for her napkin, putting it in her lap. Simple etiquette stuff to look nice. Though she hadn't thought about the food yet, being interested in Raya. But as she got into the bread, the menu crossed her mind. "Yeah, Freedom has a big thing for heroes, so I know what you mean. Not that I'm shy about talking to reporters." She smiled with a small laugh, "or anyone in general." She didn't know the exact setup of spoons and forks, unfortunately. Touching them lightly, she didn't want to make a fool of herself. "Well, anyone who can hold a good conversation. I've went on a few 'wordless' dates." She watched Raya eating her bread, "luckily, this isn't one of them." Not that she didn't enjoy her less talkative friends. She was just glad Raya was all about herself. "The whole binge watching thing is cool. I'm not usually the type to sit around for long. There are a few people who I make exceptions for. My father is watching this program about the history of hero families like the Atoms and the Dangers. He calls me when he's about to do it. And I try to make time." She smiled, "I'm sure you could make your own series with the places you've been."

Moira listened to Raya's talk of her mortality. She could give her something that would make her live forever, but not on the first date. She would at least get to know her beyond small talk Raya was something of a bright spot so far. She could see hanging around her more often. But that's what this was for wasn't it? To gauge if they wanted to see more of each other. Moira was not about to wax philosophical about dating. The French restaurant was nice. She grinned at the approximation of an 'American' accent. "Merci bien," she smiled warmly, trying to be cordial. There were a few simple phrases she'd learned over the years while travelling with friends and acquaintances. "And thank you too," she said as Raya pulled out the chair for her. She smiled and nodded, "oh dear, don't worry about it. I'm enjoying you showing off. I tend to do so, but in other ways. Not in formal settings, at least." Looking to the band playing and then back to Raya, "That said, I must know. Is this setting you? Like is this your normal Saturday evening?"

Moira had been dimension hopping before, but never in this fashion. It was usually a ritual, spell, or some other magical and/or divine thing. Who's to say this wasn't? She wasn't nosy. Not right now at least. The ruckus made by the ordeal wasn't as bad as it was made out to be. Noisy and bright. Things she'd been through semi recently. The other side though? This was... different? She noted everything Raya pointed out. She was a product of the American public school system, so the metric thing was kind of a puzzle. She usually looked online to convert. Not that she needed it now. Looking at her phone, she smirked, "Roaming indeed." She looked to Raya, "this is pretty neat so far." Moira wasn't a gawker, and while she'd seen shops and people like this before, she tried to avoid looking like a tourist! "So, Raya," she said holding her date's hand still, as she looked around, "how often do you travel like this? Do you stay in places that are mostly the same?" She looked to Raya again, "I'm sorry for the whole interview portion of the date," she laughed lightly. "Your life seems so intriguing right now."

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"Thanks," she grinned, "I can honestly say, 'I went maze and got a tshirt.'" Again, she situated on her head like the eyeless cowl before. Walking out into the blinding hallway with her small group of people. "Hey," she said as they walked toward their destination, "it's the blind leading the blind, guys!" As they left the lighted hallway, she took the tshirt off and tied it around her arm without the bracer on it. The vision was still hazy, but not about to give her permanent sight loss. "You can look now," she said almost rhetorically. She almost wondered what this could mean. "Ruins? Not a fan. The unbroken stuff is much more beautiful."

Notice: 1d20+5 16

"Well yeah," Moira said matter-of-factly, "one big question actually. It's kinda silly too." She took Raya's hand and thought for a moment, like she was figuring out how to say something. "So, alternate dimension or timeline. Like, if there's a split, things change. Probably not the same people?" She shook her head taking Raya's other hand, looking up at her date with a smile. "But it's not important. You're the one I'm here for. Not others." Really, the thought of meeting a doppelganger was weird. She met one (and fought her!). The afterwards was blurry. Like she couldn't remember anything about the Moira from the nongod world.

Moira wondered what the big changes were if everything existed as usual. Maybe everyone was speaking French? Was there an emperor instead of a president? Still, she listened to Raya as she told about the place, taking everything in with a nod. There was one burning question on her mind, and Raya's profile mentioned nothing about mind reading. She would save it for later. She smirked when the question was asked of her. Well, not her own question. "Looks, basically," she laughed. "Oh I stuck around for more than that. Everyone's pretty on that site. I loved that you liked dogs. And to drink. I had to know what you were like. Beyond the sparse words." She looked to Raya, with a genuine look of appreciation, "but you were one of the few who answered back. And I thank you for that. I know it's hard to open up to people you've never met. And that's one of the things that got us here!"

"Thanks," she said taking the compliment with a soft, soothing voice, "your suit looks nice too. Purple was my second choice. I'm not sure if that would be a good thing or a bad thing." She did not doubt that Raya could go to another dimension. They'd talked about it a little bit in their conversations. The fact that it was easy was the big thing for Moira. This she wanted to see in person. She nodded, impressed, "very nice. I'm not a big history buff, so I don't know if that's a good thing or a bad thing. The whole Napoleon wins thing? But I'll take your word for it." She grinned, "just as long as it's not Nazis."

Sometimes she wondered why she even had the profile on ErosUnlimited. Matches were plentiful, but replies were not. The woman who she ended up talking back and forth with was a great conversation online at least. Really wild and imaginative. Something Moira could use more of. But now? They were about to meet in person. This would be their first date. A text popped up on her message. It was short. "Out front," she echoed the written word. She smiled, "here goes," tapping a message that she would be there shortly. She had kind of dressed up for this date. Not super fancy, but not her regular casual clothes. A dark red sleeveless dress that reached her knees and held tight to her. Her shoes were flats, matching her dress. Light makeup and very red lipstick. Her hair was the only 'normal' thing, left down. It looked like she was going on a date. For her at least. When she got outside, she looked around. There was Raya. She looked like her profile picture. Except without her dogs. Or champagne glass. Still, a lot of class in her style. Walking towards her date, she smiled. "Hello," she said happily with a forced but cute little curtsy, "you're Raya, right? I'm Moira. OR Scion, whichever you prefer."