Breella

Gwen isn't very talkative, nor does she posess any real search powers, but thanks to eidetic memory 1d20+2=14 to search steelshank for anything useful. I'm assuming that it turns up nothing good so: 1d20+11=28 to hit, which I'm sure it does since she's so helpless 1d20+23=31 grapple to hold Steel up off the ground with the vines, they can lift 1,600lbs so I think I'm safe there.

Gwen smiled as they walked on, slowly she interlaced her fingers with his. Her tiny hands were dwarfed by his but her hands were the more calloused of the two. Gwen looked down at her matched purple manicure thinking about things. She wanted to talk to Brian about what happened while she was away but she was scared-- scared of how close he may have come to such danger while she basked and played relatively safe in Sanctuary. "So-- it's been a rough couple of weeks hasn't it?"

Q, thanks for the vote of confidence. :D

DONE BY AA Changes regarding Gwen's powers: :!: fixed the cost of her alternate form so it now is in line with house rules. (somehow my last edit got through with book stats!) :!: reworked powers so that most of her combat abilities now require her to be in 'tree' form. Playing off the alternate form container using her protection. I will be playing that proper from now on and Gwen will be going 'tree' when she is in combat. FOR FUTURE SHEETS, PLEASE PUT YOUR SHEET INSIDE THE CODE BLOCK, THEN PUT THE CODE BLOCK INSIDE THE SPOILER BLOCK

Random brainhurts.

Az, don't make me kill you.

"Just a little." Gwen shrugged the comment off and looked back at Brian over her shoulder. "If I don't it gets bad and unhealthy." Gwen pulled her cellphone out and put the ringer on silent before putting it back into her purse. "Now, where are we going tonight, and will there be dancing?" Gwen put her arm into Brian's and hung onto him, drawing herself closer to him as they walked. The two weeks Gwen was gone had truly felt like months and she wondered if Brian had actually grown in those two weeks or if it was just imagination.

Gwen put her finger to Brian's lips. Shh. We won't talk about that now." Gwen held the green wrapped box to her ear and listened for a moment. "Here, I--uh. I made you something, in Sanctuary." Gwen handed Brian a small cloth bag and hoped he'd like what was inside. "It's not much, they don't exactly have a giftshop there." Gwen toyed with the paper on her package. She opened it perfectly without marring the paper. The box slid out and she opened it with a gasp. Gwen held up the set of clips looking at Brian. "They're--beautiful." she said as she took pinkish purple out out and put it into her hair in the back.

Catalyst can take the lead on investigating her since she's bound.

Gwen took the box but lunged at Brian, her arms wrapping around his shoulders and her face on his chest with her head barely reaching his chin. She felt like it had been ages since she saw him and took in a deep breath. After a moment Gwen pulled her head back and looked at him. "Yes, I'm ready to go." Gwen tiptoed her way up and kissed Brian, a short peck and stood back on her toes. "Also, I missed you."

Gwen GM

What to wear?! Gwen rummaged through her dresser. She had been back less than a day and the room looked like a tornado of shades of green and brown. Don't ever let me buy a brown skirt or green tank top ever again! Gwen could feel the Vines thinking something over. No more! the Vines squeaked, then began throwing out ideas for clothing colors. The potted plants around the room also began to chime in with their favorites. Gwen grumbled something about needing to broaden her colors before she hit gold. Gwen had cut her hair slightly after coming back from Sanctuary, it now came to only mid back rather than passed her thighs when loose. Gwen looked into the mirror at herself. She had found a purple dress that her grandmother had picked out for her grandfathers 60th birthday party a few months before. The evening air had a chill and Gwen grabbed a black shawl to bring with her. There was a knock at the door as she was pulling on her black flats. "Just a moment!" she called as she turned to look at herself in the mirror. Her hair hung free down her back, pieces pulled back with purple barrettes to keep it off her face. Gwen grabbed a black purse and opened the door.

Gwen fumbled with the goggles. "ugh, these again?!" she got them on and tried to look around, at least they were working. "Ok, got them on. I'm on my way in!" Gwen slid out of the truck and using the cover was able to slide into the building. Gwen made her way down the halls and drew closer to her destination. this doesn't look good! the Vines attention was piqued and they strained to understand what Gwen meant, but they soon understood.

1d20+11=14 Gwen's init.

oh dear, they're turning into THOSE heroes!

so, halloween is the time for treats-- but also for tricks! I'm thinking of running a small halloween thread where a few students to out to party for the spooktacular. I was thinking maybe some kind of haunted fair in Wharton. A few baddies crash it, you round them up. I'd like it if we could get some of the seniors in on this thread as Gwen hasn't gotten to spend much time with them, though any students are welcome. there has also been mention of a halloween dance at Claremont. That'll probably become an open social thread! <3

sorry, tried replying twice. without a power that can penetrate concealment you can see the area they are hawking but not whats there.

September 16th 2011 Gwen stood on the bank of the Wading River. She'd made so much progress on the days before and wore her self out so that she slept in a little longer today. Gwen took her time with breakfast and tried to converse with some of the natives Fleur had introduced her to. By the time Gwen made it out to the banks the sun was already high in the sky. 'Look really good now' the Vines said with joy. Gwen had to agree, the bank was starting to look a lot like the canals back home. Though the Vines hadn't said it Gwen could feel that they were disturbed by how barren the land had been, and majorly still was. She moved over to a large boulder she had unearthed with the help of the Vines and sat on it looking out over the mouth of the river. The rubble made dam mouth had been covered with silt and sand and Gwen made it into a living blockage with some variety of ferns, marshpinks and asters. As she daydreamed the Vines brushed the hair from her face. “I keep thinking...†Gwen pulled some seeds from her tacklebox and began stroking them in her hands. “What if this becomes home? I could make a life here doing this for Fleur.†A baby blue flower caressed Gwen's ear from the Vine. 'New home? Old home better, old home greener, old home have friends.' Gwen could feel a pang of hurt at the mention of friends. She had tried hard to put all thoughts of the dangers they would be facing out of her head. She put the seeds down onto a wet section of newspaper and they began to unfurl and grow slowly, though it was light-speed compared to their normal growth rate. Gwen reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone and began to cry. September 18th 2011 “Here, these are ready to be planted.†Gwen handed off several sprouts to a young girl who turned and headed back to a group who was spaced out at arms length, six teens total who were planting rows of cord grass in what Gwen hoped would become a nice tidal pool in a few hours. Gwen herself sat cross legged in the mud at the mouth of the canal where water streamed in around her. The Vines had rooted themselves and cut off most of the water flow to allow the group to assist Gwen. With the six natives helping her Gwen could, and had gotten so much more work done. Gwen had moved onto the third area down the canal. She looked over her shoulder at her previous areas of work. They had, with her help grown into large flourishing tidal pools of green. Gwen stood up as much as she could with the Vines still entangled in the silt and clay behind her. “All Clear!†She yelled out and the teens all ran to the left bank and sat down, watching and waiting. The Vines slowly began to pull back and the water began to flow faster Gwen let her hands fall to her sides and the pale green glow began. She closed her eyes and her breathing came slow and steady as the glow spread out in the water and the plants in their neat rows began to grow rapidly. September 20th 2011 The sun hadn't fully risen yet but Gwen headed out for the canal early. She hiked over some of the piles and made her way towards the banks. The Vines were playing across the rocks, lifting Gwen as they went. She smiles and laughed like a child raised off the ground by her parents arms. She could tell that they were trying hard to cheer her up. Gwen hadn't noticed how deep the link between she and the Vines actually ran until coming to Sanctuary. The pale orange/pink glow lighted the rocks and dirt and glittered off of what was becoming a rather clean pool of water in the canal. The refugees were coming in more now and Gwen was glad that she had succeeded in creating a supply of water that was clean enough to only require a small carbon filter to drink. The banks of the canal were brimming with coastal wetland flora and the submerged plants were thriving. Three pools that Gwen had created that emptied into one another in succession were working overtime to filter the water but Gwen had assured them that they could rest in a few days when the refugees would be going back to their own Earth. “If we go back to our Earth.†Gwen scuffed the dirt with her shoe as the sour though hit her. She missed her mother and father, she missed her grandparents, godparents, she missed shopping and sparing with Vicky and she found her self wishing that she could talk to Brian-- to show him the beautiful area she had created. Gwen got to the shore and made her way through a growth of cat tails and walked into the water, it was waist deep and she sank her body to the shoulders. The mint, lily and hyacinth crowded around her, cradling her and she began to daydream. September 22nd 2011 Gwen had made so much progress on the shoreline that Fleur had allowed Gwen to rest most of the morning. Gwen laid about in her hammock, far away from the nearest refugee. Gwen skipped through her digital photos. Most of the plants Gwen had introduced and grown in her first days here at Sanctuary were already spreading out and seeding, the most recent areas while sparser growth than those before it were still formidable. The area already looked like a wonderful east coast wetland. The photos flashed on the screen, some of the barren area that was there before and then suddenly there was one of Vicky and herself at the Renaissance Fair. Both teens had their heads in the gallows and were making faces at Brian and Morgan who were flanking the girls. Gwen put the camera down and pulled her shoes on. It was time to get back to work.

This may have been a bad idea. How is Gwen getting out of the car with all the people around?

GM The blue dragon shrugged off the chair that Lucy threw at it like one would shrug off a leaf in a storm. The beast turned its icy gaze to Lucy and moved in close hovering above and reached down to grab her, but missed. The black dragon was distracted by Glowstar flying around him. Both dragons still seemed to be trying to watch something that no one else could really see.

1d20+15=30 SAVE! they're easy to hit because they're so huge, but they're tough! You have however gotten the Dragon's attention. It seems that it may have a rudimentary understanding of English. Move action, get closer to Lucy. 1d20+8=19 Dragon swipes out at Lucy but misses.

1d20+15=31, 1d20+15=24 Saves and Saves!

hidden in the back of the van.

*gasp* Gwen, on a real team?! I'll have to get her a real costume, and she'll need her sheet fixed up shiny like... :-p

Gwen looked around, the tent had pretty much cleared out save for the heroes. "I-- I need to... Gwen ran into one of the changing tents and began to scramble. She hadn't really worn much other than her green sport shirt and shorts under her clothes. It wouldn't do nearly good enough. Gwen's hair began to be entwined with flowers and vines and pulled into braids and out of the way. She scrambled through the changing tent and found a swath of dark green fabric that was a loose fitting men's tunic shirt. She pulled it on and the Vines cinched the waist. She looked like a medieval earth spirit as she emerged from the other side of the dressing room.