Angel

Charge and Trip (1d20+14=24, 1d20+4=14)

Shit, what now? Angel thought frantically as she looked at 'Jason' calm and collectedly, Asked his name and why he's here. Could be a little more flirtatious. Then the thought dawned on her. She would have to get close enough to this known mass murderer to get him to drop his guard. "Hm," Angel said still playing with Jason's hand, gently caressing it, "like what do you do? Life's more than just a nine-to-five work day." She leaned in, taking a deep breath and allowing someone to get a good view of some lucious curves. Just enough to tempt any red-blooded man. She whispered, her voice warm and inviting, "What do you want to do?"

Blackbird thanked Zealot with a smile as he set her straight, paying no attention to the fact that she wasn't ribbing him. She looked around the room while slowly rocking on her feet as she waited for the tour to continue. Nothing special here, she thought. When they started talking about the upcoming challenges and some of them 'not making it', Blackbird wondered just what sort of testing they employed here. 'Villain school' sounded tough, but they wouldn't go to extremes would they?

That was a bit too close, Angel thought, don't want to let him on that I know who he is! She shrugged, "Business stuff. He ain't here, is he?" She looked at her prey with a smile and a wink, "You seem much more interesting," she slowly traced his hand with her finger when he set his drink down, "I'd rather talk about you."

Blackbird looked at the castle off in the distance. A place at the side of the Centurion? she thought, Not a bad deal. Having a superman at your beck and call would be awesome! She looked at herself. She was nowhere near knightly. Now how could she do this. Walking towards the castle, she thought about her options. She could possess one of the knights, though when it was over, it would be the knight, not her. Thus she would have to keep inside the knight forever. Not a fun idea. Walking towards the castle, she kept her eyes and ears open.

Yes, I know the "new" Captain Kneivel isn't a risktaker anymore, but she doesn't know that.

Angel smiled, "I'm one one of those trust fund babies with little to do." An idea lit up in her head! Captain Kneivel is known for his crazy stunts. Maybe she could lure him out with a promise of one of those. "So I just do crazy things. Live for the moment." She leaned in with a wicked grin and a whisper, "Ever been to the top of Pyramid Plaza and jumped off of it? It's a blast."

Blackbird shook her head, "No, this is actually my first time. As you know, the full moon makes crazy things happen." She looked up, "This is the time of the wolves," Caellin said taking precedence, indistinguishable from Blackbird except for her eyes which lit up silver and seemed to be flaming or smoking, "If I were able to finish, there would be a horde of the beasts at my command." Blackbird closed her eyes and then opened them, they were back to normal, "Then again, company of the human variety is always more welcome than animals," she grinned.

Blackbird looked at the field. The last thing she remembered was shedding her garments and beginning to dance. She looked back to Mervyl with a thankful smile, "What's it look like I was doing?" She sat down in the grass in front of the visitor. "And what are you usually here for?"

Breaking free of the goon's limp hold Angel kipupped and aimed for the two men with guns pointed at her with a devastating roundhouse kick to one of them!

The pregnant moon's beams made the thin silver lines on Blackbird body shine. Caellin lost track of all time moving through the grassy field, carving out arcane runes onthe ground with her movement. She was about to finishe the first one when out of the corner of Blackbird's eye, Caellin saw the flashlight. It stopped her midsway. Walking back to her clothes, she slipped them on quickly and made her way to the accused peeper. "What are you doing here," Blackbird found that she had her body back for a while. Good.

He's a bad liar, Angel thought, but at least he's not trying to be as brash as they say he was. She smiled and took a seat. "Nice to meet you Jason. So, what brings you here? You from around here?" Are you worth a whole lot of money and reputation once I kick your ass and hand you over to the cops? Yes, you are! Angel smiled at the thought along with the small talk.

Blackbird/Caellin meets Mervyl. Wacky hijinks ensue.

The full moon hung in the night sky like a great big ball of artistic beauty. Blackbird tried to resist the urges, but they were too strong. The magic of the full moon was too much. Caellin would have her night. And what does she do with her new found 'freedom'? Does she go out and exact revenge? No. Does she wreak bloody havoc? No. She wanted to worship the moon. And what better way to do so that to find an open field bath in the light of the moon? Finding a field of grass, hidden from the eyesof everyone, Blackbird laid her garments on the ground. Her skill in the art of graceful movement stifled Caellin, but it's what she had to deal with. Silly humans and their non gracefulness.

"Yeah," Angel nodded as she followed what the news said would be an 'armed and dangerous' man, "I rarely come to this place anymore." She reached out her hand, "My name is Angel. And you are?"

Blackbird looked around in amazement. It looked like something out of a faerie tale. She immediately wondered if Caellin had something to with it. "What have you done," Blackbird whispered angrily looking around for onlookers. She got no response. Damn meddling fae. Walking slowly, Blackbird looked for someone, ANYONE, who looked like they knew what they were doing.

If Angel could fit into this, it sounds fun.

Angel was shocked at the meeting of this known criminal. Did the people not know who this was? Did they not care? And he was offering her a drink. It would be awkward not to accept. She wasn't going to make a scene. She would lull him into a false sense of security, get him out of here and then kick his ass. There was a bounty on this man, and she was looking to collect. "Thanks," Angel nodded happily as she accepted the drink. She downed the liquid courage in a hope to keep her tongue tied. Smiling, she handed the shot glass back to him, "Come here often?"

Blackbird did as the man said and stood next to Zealot. With the calm that surrounded them all, maybe he wouldn't mind. Not being able to literally stand shoulder to shoulder with him, she leaned into his side.

1d20+10=23, 1d20+10=13 first one misses second one knocks her flat

Spend an HP for Takedown Attack Attack and Trip Rolls (1d20+12=22, 1d20+4=5, 1d20+12=17, 1d20+4=5, 1d20+12=20, 1d20+4=22) Hopefully the silence will help me here.

Taking advantage of the distracted guards, Angel looked around for James. It seemed he had disappeared too! Oh well, this was much more interesting. Slipping off her heels, she eyed the men carrying away the suited individual. Swiftly and silently she sprinted towards them. Using a technique she learned in Capoeira, she tried to trip them all.

Is this the fae meeting, or should I buttout? :P

Tonight's patrolling would take place in The Fens. Angel needed a place to hang out before she started. This club seemed pretty much busy enough to keep her interested until then. She was n't overdressed for the situation, but this king of atmosphere didn't call for her normal attire. She had an orange theme going with her clothes tonight. Walking up to the bouncer, Angel flashed her identification. "Ms. Marks," he said with a cheesy grin, talking as if he had known her forever, "Please come in. We hope you enjoy our fine establishment." Angel smiled and entered the place. Amazingly enough, it wasn't crowded. There was a decent crowd though.

Diversion! +8 if they find her Attractive! (1d20+12=29) Stealth (1d20+4=14)