Aoiroo

Rolling her eyes at the explanation she continued her visual of about two dozens of those annoying little things running around doing random havoc. Maybe if she had come in sooner she could of kicked that summoners butt. "That's great, I'm randomly attacked at a mall I'm probably stuck at for the night where some sicko has done some random occult ritual probably a little under two hours earlier." She half mumbled this but didn't had her dry tone and annoyed expression as she looked at her watch. Just a little past nine, walking over to the map she started to skim the selection, maybe the food court was closed, but maybe there was a sit down restuarant with it's doors still open she can grab some free corn chips from.

Sliding the pad into her purse, she looked down the street then back at him. "It's all about perception, you probably don't realize this, but most girls nowadays get the impression that any vaguely nice dude talking to her is trying to get into their pants, probably because a lot of the time they're absolutely right. So unless you're gay, get used to a healthy dose of skepticism even if the nice guy act isn't an act." Looking up into his eyes she gave a soft sigh, "Given, you probably don't know much about that, what are you late teens?"

She thought about it as he gave the mall another once over, not that it mattered, if he was a discrete type of hero he wouldn't of done such an obvious display in a public without a mask. Wait summoned? "So you're saying I was purse snatched by a demon, Jesus, even extra dimensional beings think I'm an easy target." Looking at her watch she tried to get a feel for the place which apparently didn't have good enough security to notice some dude with a bunch of candles setting up a pentagram. Just thinking of where there would be enough blind spots for such a happenings made her retract all thoughts of making a visit to any restrooms in the immediate area.

Now that was just dumb luck. Sitting back, she looked at the rather unlikely beat down the RC(Random Cowboy) next to her to only other guy on the table. Though even if it was only a lucky draw, the man the qualities of a showman and brought up the dramatic reveal to new leveles of hamminess. It was quite a show she had to admit, though hopefully she wouldn't be pulled to deeply in with the act, she wasn't here to play, she was here to win. The next few rounds ended with a break and the last three players on the table moving onto the final one in the tournament. Since Carrie had gotten a decent stack from the two all ins, she mostly limped along and never tried to call any particular players out by calling bluffs or stopping someone from stealing blinds. The other guy, well he had one or two more preformances with a little less dramatic flare before they made it too the final table. They sat next to each other again, if only for the sake that anyone who held the cowboy facade well enough to probably have some sense of chivilary if anything happened in the last few rounds. As the table came to a break and most the gentlemen left to take care of one thing or another, she saw her father come alongside her with a bag from a local fast food chain. She smiled slightly, "I can't believe they let you in here with that." Reaching and taking out a hand full of fries she had two in her mouth when he said, "How are you doing on the final table, I heard that Colt guy was pretty good with his hands." Nearly choking on her fries she reached for her water before looking at him, "What?" Her father looked at her for a second, "The guy next to him, he's the hero that sometimes work with Jack O' Blades and such, he usually comes around during the week though." Well that explains the whole cowboy mofit he had going on. Taking another drink from her water she looked to see if had come back. Maybe she shouldn't of been so nervious about the whole thing, Freedom City heros did have lives outside the whole rescuing thing after all. Reaching for her burger she started to take a bite and think it over then looked at him, "If I win this thing, you're going to tell everyone aren't you." He gave her a wry look, "Just you're mot..." "Who will tell everyone," He gave her a smile, "Probably," Rolling her eyes she sat back in her chair with her food as her dad made his way to the sidelines. So she had a good chance at beating a big time hero at poker, that made things a bit more interesting.

Stretching a bit to get out a bit of soreness caused by having to cling onto someones back she turned looked over him and gave him a shrug. "There's no such thing as a stupid question, just stupid situations." Looking at her watch she gave the guy a half smile as she looked down the street. "As bad as it looks, the Fens aren't really that bad a neighborhood, cheap and sleezy maybe, but not dangerous. And as easy as a target I may seem to be, I believe I've already proven more then ready for myself." Reaching into purse she pulled out a small note pad and a pencil, after jotting something down, she tore out the page and handed it to him. "Go back to your neighborhood, where you're really needed, and if you really want to make sure I'm okay, wake me up tomorrow morning with a phone call, if I'm not there you can go ahead and play all chivilarious and worried."

Straightening hersefl out to make sure she was comfortable, she said somewhat flatly, "If I had a cell phone I probably would of called a cab hours ago, given, I'd have to find the on cabby in Freedom who has the stones to drive around Greenbank at night." Heck, she might of tried that if she had a quarter for a pay phone. Those guys obviously had picked the wrong target because there was literately nothing on her of any street value. She tried her best to keep her grip reasonably loose so she didn't strangle the life out of the local good samuaratin like so so many of her younger cousins she had played such a game with before, but she couldn't help being so uncomfortable being so high up. Maybe it was something she could never get used too, but at least she wasn't getting too nausciated. It didn't take very long before they were back on the street that started almost immediately with a shop postered to the brim with soft core pornography, yep, this was definitely the Fens.

She looked away from her purse lifting her jacket and seeing it was fine dispite the smell and gave him a once over. He was taller then her, but then again most heroes were. Given he wasn't exactly in the whole hero costume thing he didn't seem to have the presense of a bad guy. Also, he could probably take her if she decided otherwise so she gave a light sigh before answering, "I am, but I have a question, what exactly was that?'

"Sorry to disappoint you but I'm a nonaffiliate." Slinging the pack onto her own she felt the unpleasant thump of the contents but didn't complain as she walked over behind him, "I'm glad then, because that hug thing doesn't look all to comfortable." With that, she hooked her arms around his neck and hung on with her legs around his. There might of been a stray thought to what this probably looked like to a passerbyer, given, no on in Greenbank gave a flying flip what happened in the deep dark allies, well no one but him. "Just take me to the border of the Fens and I can follow Hugh Hefner's broadway back to my apartment."

Walking away from unconcious left behinds of a failed mugging attempted she gave a once over the guy who came to 'rescue' her. He was a full head taller and dressed in what one would expect for an amatuer militant. She gave him a half smile as she looked over at the two unconcious muggers who probably would of targeted another unlucky victum had she not come around, "Who to say I'm not." Shrugging her shoulders she looked over at the grapple gun and then up into the obscured face only hidden by a well placed bandana, "I don't think anybody would have a limo out here, heck you'd be hard pressed to find a car not on bricks so I guess you're offer is as good as any." Taking a few steps back she grabbed her purse and securely fastened it around her shoulder before walking back to him and checking if her shoes were on good and tight. Walking closer she said, "Try not to go too fast, I might get a bit woisy."

Ohhhh, so scary. Carrie watched quietly as the new player made the muggers quake in their boots, one so much so that they gained a life of there own and took him straight out the alley. Apparently they recognized him. He seemed like a hero, but he wasn't nearly as bright as the incity heros, given that was probably the reason he was in Greenbank in the first place. As much as the heroes try to clean up the city, this was not the place where caped crusaders and heroic legacy lived. The one holder her loosened his grip at the threat, and taking the window she slid her arm under his, grabbed his wrist and with a twist dislodged the knife from his grasp. He didn't have very much time to process as elbow collided smashed into his face. Sliding under his shoulder she twisted the former knife hand behind his back and swiftly kneed him into the groin before jamming (1d20+1) herself into his back to pull him (1d20) into the ground. The other one heard the outside cry of his partner and turned towards her and made a charge. ((Recalculated, got 19 on the attack roll for Carrie, and six for the mook grapple meaning she successfully takes him and knocks him out.))

"I can just get lucky on occasion, if only because I know how to bide my time." Folding her hand she leaned back in her chair and glanced around at the two other tables in the tournament. She didn't spot her father anywhere which probably meant he got out earlier and was hanging in another part of the casino. Putting up two fingers she and ordered a glass of water while she waited for the hand to play out. Maybe it wouldn't hurt to watch a little bit, and her book could wait for the bus ride back.

It was a three man cell, not a bed stradegy as far as mugging goes because that leaves two to gang up on a victum, and one to watch for any likely passerbyers who might want to help. Two of the guys were barely larger then herself, plus there was another one just under six foot who probably held down a gym membership. All of them had knives, and at least one of them was clutching his coat like he was packing, either way though it was standard street scum looking for a quick buck. Carrie had already discarded her bag farther down the alley, but had yet to turn around she wanted them to think she was surprised, that she was confused and had made a wrong turn. Guys like these were only really dangerous when backed into a corner, when they thought they had the advantage they tended to ease up and let their guard down. She listened as the got closer and got ready to turn with a shocked look on her face when she heard some guy drop into an alley and spout some line about chivilary before openly challenging them. This was gonna suck. People don't generally react well to be surprised, muggers are no different. Though Carrie did want them at some point to realize that they weren't as in control as the situation as they thought they were, this guy made them jump, and by jump, she meant her. The nearest mugger grabbed her by the neck and pulled her in front of him as a human shield pressing the cold metal of the blade against her arterie daring to cut it. The other two turned promptly to face and charge the guy if he tried anything funny. Neither of them was paying any attention to there now hostage looked straight over at the masked 'hero' and started rolling her eyes.

It was never a good idea to walk Greenbank at night. It was like stuffing your wetsuite with chum before jumping into a shark tank especially if you were a woman. Danger aside, her earlier visit proved a waste, she got a tip that they were hiring in the area, what the tipper failed to mention was that it was a job in prostitution. A phone call, some very late police officers and a broken chair plus a lot of duct tape later she had taken out a surprised pimp, and his two enforcers with more or less without securing anything more then a few bruises. Maybe she should of asked the cops for a ride, but then again she really couldn't of said she apprehended them. In costume she didn't exactly look like a good guy, and she didn't have enough rep to avoid being taken in for questioning, dispite their willingness to work with heros in the cities they always wanted to cross check to make sure someone is who they say they are, which is a bit complicated for an unknown. So walking around in the middle of the night with her purse on her shoulder in a pair of worn sneakers that didn't make a single tap on the sidewalk as she moved. As such, she was almost instantly alerted when the sound of feet started to reach her ears. Though not turning to meet them she did let out a sigh and look at her watch. She was only a few blocks until she completely out of the area, yet somehow she had managed to attract some random muggers. Well it wouldn't hurt to pull some of these guys off the street, turning down the alley she started to look for something she could use.

The whatever it was while not stopping dead slowed down considerably enough for Carrie to catch up in time to see some random guy with fire in his hand. While not completely shocked, it certianly made her take a few steps back when he came into view. She wasn't very keen on fire after all. The small creature apparently wasn't too bright since it tried to charge the young pyro and got a face full of flames for his troubles. While normally this would of been a good thing, those flames went from the now missing little thing to the cloth strap of her purse. Running forward with a silent curse Carrie pulled off her the jacket to her well worn jogging suite and used it to smother the flames. Now most woman wouldn't go through so much trouble for a cheap cloth purse (though she had seen some do crazy things for designer labels), but most woman didn't have a not so cheap, and not so replacable black biker suite in lining the bottom of said purse.

There were a couple of things Carrie usually expected, guys deciding after a couple of drinks that she looked safe enough to hit on shamelessly, muggers mistaking her for an easy target because she so frequently travels alone, heck even being tied up and held hostage by some whack job super villian didn't really shock her anymore. None of those however prepared her for while some small fast little strangely colored thing shot past her. It took a few seconds for her to catagorize what exactly that was, but it didn't take very long for her to start chasing it because that thing had her purse.

With a lousy five, two, seven flop most of table went out as someone pushed out two hundred on what was either an ace or a weak pair Carrie watched the man next to her do the same before matching the bet without even looking away from him. "First off, never call me that again, second off, how the players bet is irreliavant. The only thing you need to pay attention to is how you bet, and how you want to play your odds." The round heated up a bit with an ace on the river. Apparently the two others still in the game found this an excepting prospect as they both went all in. Carrie just eyed it with a side before pushing her own pile into the fry and waited quietly as the last card, a queen went on the table. There was no real waiting as the other men flipped there own aces paired with a nine and a king each, Carrie just let out a sigh as she flipped a hand she would of usually simply discarded. The white of the cards of the new deck that showed the four and three Carrie flipped wasn't nearly as bright as the faces now drained color of the two gentleman who had just lost there place in tournament.

Skimming down a particularly interesting line, it took her a second to look up at him and then down at the table to examine where the dealers button was. Sighing, she tossed in her minimum bet and waited while the hands were dealt. It was a slight silence that made her want to go back to her book, however she gave the man left her to her a slight side glance before saying. "As interesting as it is to see a bunch of grown men stare each other down into trying to reveal some inner depths that would somehow reveal whether or no they should make there next bet I see no point in watching a round I've already opted out of." Sitting back again, she let the two cards slide face down in front of her, and quietly took a glance at both. No expression grazed her pale face and she let out a slight sigh and checked her way through the first round of betting.

Legal casinos weren't very scarce, but they were generally pretty empty during the week. Freedom City wasn't a tourist destination because of legal gambling. Weekends however brought about a bit of a crowd, usually that of older gentleman with nothing better to do, I.E. someone like her father. Carrie wasn't the type to gamble often, because that usually required having money to burn, and the whole ordeal was a bit troubling(especially when constantly questioned about her being of legal age). So in general, it was something she only attended on the rare occasion she was asked to accompany her father to a poker tournament. Even then she'd only enter any tournaments if he fronted the entry money(which was always). Sitting back and folding the crumby eight and two she been dealt, Carrie let out a soft yawn and pulled out a book while a few other tourny goers played through the round. It was only about an hour into the days tournament, and she was just a bit bored. She had a decent stack, but almost never went all in even with an ace in hand because unlike a lot of the casual bargoers the cash prize was more her objective than anything else. It wasn't a lot, not by any stretch of the imagination but it would certianly help and if she holds off to get even the lowest amount possible to be won then it would be a good day.

The sun had yet to set, but the streetlights began to light one by one down Swan street. The artificial light did very little to illuminate long shadows cast by the towering complex of glass and concrete over the scattered cars of the nearly deserted parking lot. This shadow only continued to grow as the sun set, and eventually reached all the way to the bus stop, it's single current inhabitant, and slightly used paperback she had been squinting at in the diminishing light for the last hour. As the shade obskewed her attempts finish the twelvth chapter, letting out a sigh she bent a page on the lower right hand corner before closing her book completely and daring a look at her blocky plastic watch. Eight fifty, looking at it for a second she then turned her head at the nearby bus chart, the green line was suppose to be there thirty five minutes ago. Sighing once more, she looked back towards the mall and tried to weigh her options. Walking was out, even if she spent two years just a few miles down the road, that was a little more then five years and things changed fast out here. Plus, she doubted the energy from the oversized muffin she had purchased and slowly devoured during the day would even carry her that far even if it was safe. A continued wait crossed her mind, but knowing the buses, if they were this late it probably meant something was going on near midtown or one of the more populated areas where villians love to make a big show. Usually, they just shut it down for the night. The thought of a cab, or the subway might of crossed her mind if not for the fact that she had money for neither. No, she had invested her rather limited traveling budget in a bus card since they ran on a much later schedule and in more places around the city then both of the earlier options. Pricing of course played a part as well, but because of that decision she would probably be effectively stuck at the stop all night. Looking back to the mall, she gathered her things and moved back to through the automatic doors and into the air conditioning. Someplace had to be open.

*Raises hand* This is like totally the sort of thing Sil might actually look into.

Hi, I'm Aoiroo, I'm nineteen and I'm from Georgia. I'm going to college, I like sweets and I'm an anime fanatic who does NOT read comic books. However, I did watch all the WB hero shows and am well aware of most of the DCU heros. I have seven siblins (no twins, no triplets, no step, no adopted) and I'm Roman Catholic. I love roleplaying, and I also like Tvtropes which is where I found this site.

Hi, if you haven't met me yet, I'm Aoiroo, and I have a character called Silhuoette who is pretty low leveled character who can turn 2D. Anyway, I work on a couple of introduction campaigns to introduce my character to superheroes in general. She's sort of shy, she never went to the superhero school and only recently started the entire act of being a superhero. She's also not registered with any ledges and doesn't wear any noticable symbols, so for the first couple of instances of her acts she might be mistaken for something other then just a lowkey hero. Anyway, if you've got the time or am actually interested in my character post here and we can plot from there before starting an actual thread. I've always got a few ideas for a couple of plots one can try in the short term, though for anything major a GM would be nice to lead some (some lighthearted freeform would be fun to do as an introduction campaign).

Okay, I didn't know how to describe it exactly, but I was able to trim out 8pp to meet the requirements to add it.

How exactly would I go about doing a mighty strike in my alternate form?

Added another complication.