Silver Streak:
In reply to The Impersonator (msg # 92):
The Silver Streak gasps for air, struggling for breath after the unexpected flurry of blows.
22:42, Today: Silver Streak rolled 6 using 2d6+1 with rolls of 1,4. Agile.
(Silver Streak gains 1 xp and a truckload of complications to his life. The break cannot be caught.)
Silver Streak not only falls backwards... his riot helmet falls off. The high silver collar covering his neck can thusly be seen... as can his face. He grabs it and shoves it back on one long second later, but it's too late.
If anyone noted the back of Silver Streak's head in the quick change he'd done earlier, they didn't say anything. Now, though, not only was his race revealed, but even his face for a split second. There were a couple of audible reactions from the gathered policemen, such as "Oh...!" and "...Well, I'll be...!"
(09:13, CONFIDENT check: Today: The Impersonator rolled 5 using 2d6 ((1,4)). Failure.)
The Impersonator certainly noted not only his face, but also his silver collar. "What th'-- wow, no wonder I didn't see Silver Streak around here when I got back. Nice try... But... but um... but you're no match for me without your speed... Silver Streak...! Uh, muah-hah-hah!" She's trying to not make a big deal of it, but this surprise regarding the identity of Silver Streak has thrown her, and she's clearly feeling very awkward.
She's apparently even momentarily forgotten that she has the keys to the jail cells in her hand, and that she was about to free Blue Dragon... She's just sort of staring at the riot-gear-beclad Silver Streak...