It’s odd how the wheel of the world turns. You can end up in places you would never have expected to, sometimes for the better and sometimes not. Another peculiarity of relevance in this existence of ours is how occasionally it just needs the right people in the right place at the right time to achieve great things; of course defining greatness is a tricky business.

Perhaps these are not the thoughts in your head or even the vague shape of them as you are driven through a closed and police lined street but never the less the first part at least applies to each of you. None of you would have answered “Where do you see yourself in a few years?” with a description of a ride in a black government saloon, past a media circus that is straining against each other and the barriers keeping them off the road as they attempt to take a photo of you because you have become a founding member of the first super team backed by the British government. It’s funny because that is exactly what is happening.

The cars are driven one by one past the shouting crowds, through large iron gates that brake a high and imposing brick wall, and into a rather pleasant park. At the end of what for all intents and purposes is a very long driveway there stands a large, impressive and very modern building. When your respective cars pull to a stop and the door is opened for you, giving you a closer look, you can see it is actually more of a complex of several large buildings. You are quickly ushered through a set of frosted glass doors marked with the Lysor corporate emblem and enter a rather grand lobby. High ceilinged and expensively finished with floors all in a marble that makes your heels click as you cross the distance from the doors to the central dark wood oval desk that houses a pleasant young woman in smart business attire. Though the woman smiles and welcomes you to the building by code-name no direct input is required from you. Various credentials are shown quickly by one of the sombrely suited government agents that have been herding you since collected you in the morning. You are smoothly cleared to proceed almost as soon as coming to a stop at the desk.

Passing to the other side of the reception through a pair of waist high automatic gates you advance towards a grand staircase that consists of two sweeping flights that meet at a central landing and then lead off again to gantries at either side of the hall. On the wood panelled walls that flank the inner atrium there are empty spaces where wall fixtures make it seem that some large pictures or hangings have been taken down or possibly about to be put up. Continuing past the various side rooms and stepping to the side of the staircase you are led through large double doors which brings you through a short hallway out into a green circular courtyard laid out like a formal garden at a country house. Neat gravel pathways cut a cross through well tended flower beds, manicured lawns and small groves of tress that shelter seating spaces. From here you can tell that the complex is made up of four main buildings with floor maps of isosceles trapezia that back onto one another, the interstitial spaces have their own smaller connective buildings to enclose the garden. At the centre of the complex sits a multi-level fountain that provides a gentle babble of water as an undercurrent to the murmur of conversation generated by the small group of important looking people standing on a lawn off to one side at the foot of a large bronze statue, a copy of The Thinker.

Though most of the crowd are possibly unknown to you initially, at least two of them all of you would very likely recognise. The Right Honourable John Michaels is the incumbent Prime Minister of the United Kingdom and George Chichester Clam KCB KC (and so on) the Home Secretary, a senior member of the cabinet. The majority of the others carry themselves in the same manner of people who at least believe they are very important with the exception of two who are yet quite distinct from one another. They are both quite a bit younger than the others, though still roughly in the forty range. The neater of the two is in a light grey suit, has tidy light brown hair, a respectable beard and seems notisably happy compared to everyone else who seems impassive at best. The other odd one out looks scruffy in an ill fitting black suit with unkempt black hair and none designer stubble, he seems to be have a cold rage in him. Worth note too is that though this inner sanctum seems quite secluded and secure there nevertheless hovers not too far away a security detail of individuals who look identical to your own chaperones, their suits bulging with not terribly well concealed holsters. At least here they seem more relaxed.

You are swiftly proffered a glass of something alcoholic, fizzy and probably very expensive by a waiter as you are announced upon arrival to the group of worthies who break up and move to face the growing huddle of your team. Hands are proffered for shaking starting always with the Prime Minister and apparently following some order of seniority. The others introduce themselves as the head of the Metropolitan police and various government functionaries apart from the bearded grey suit. He professes his excitement at meeting you all with an enthusiastic pumping of your hand and offers whatever support he can muster in aid of the team but he seems to forget to give his name or position.

The scruffy one in black doesn't move an inch closer, turning only his head to observe you but offering no further acknowledgement or greeting than
a hard stare. Taking apparent advantage of the distance created he fumbles briefly in his pocket to produce and light up a cigarette that he silently smokes as you all continue to arrive and chat.

((Take this as an opportunity to describe yourselves both in terms of appearance and deportment, you will arrive in the order you post but more or less together. Let us also throw in our first roll of the game for you all as a hearing based PER roll!))
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It all seemed surreal to Michael. Just a few days ago he would have been happy with replacing spark plugs on his trusty bikes, chatting with old clients, and kissing his wife a wonderful good morning. But now, he was being escorted through a crowd to be part of a formal "super hero team." Oh, how the world turned.

He felt a bit uncomfortable with all the formality, or what he thought was formality, as he was chaperoned (escorted?) to the central garden in this complex of buildings. With everyone being so well dressed, he was glad his frame was concealed by his powers. Was he going to have to pay more attention when in this company?

He greeted everyone as best as he could, knowing his facial expressions could not be quite seen behind the inky darkness that surrounded him. The only thing visible was the cold white glow that emanated from his eyes. He tried to give his voice a little bit more "enthusiasm", since that was the only thing that would express his sentiments to the people here. He thought it would be good to try to make a good first impression. He was glad to not be the only one here who was part of the team. He considered the other individuals who he would be working with. They all seemed to be capable in their own right, but he knew relatively little about them.

As the crowd approached them, the names seemed important, as well as the titles: the Prime Minister and Home Secretary. He shook hands with everyone, and with more people whose names he hoped to be able to remember. The grey-suited fellow with beard looked like he had actually honest intentions, but the scruffy one didn't look like he wanted to be there. Michael made it a point to mark that one into his memory. He felt he would be needing to keep an eye on that one.

As the bearded man in the grey suit shook his hand, Michael remarked,

"A pleasure to meet you. The Shade. And you would be?..."

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OOC:
20:30, Today: The Shade rolled 8 using 3d6 ((4,2,2)).
8 out of 12. Made it by 4.

Mo'in rode quietly, his disgust at the petrol smoke and unnecessary pomp warring with his vow to accept this new world on its own terms. Occasionally, he listened to the thoughts of those they were passing, often smiling incongruously at something no one else had sensed. So many of the throng on the roadside desired to be the passengers in their little motorcade that Mo'in had to stifle a laugh at the young man thinking how grand it would be to drive such a magnificent vehicle.

Then they entered the park. Mo'in tossed back his hood and stared. Each tree they passed caused him to shake his head in pity. He was so caught up in his observation of the trees that he began to send low level telepathic broadcasts asking 'why are those so small' and 'why don't they speak' in much the same way visitors to the zoo unconsciously exclaim about the tiny hands of the capuchins. Deep within his reverie, he noticed little else and was slightly startled when the limousine stopped and the door opened.

Putting his hood back up, Mo'in emerged from the limousine and walked through the modern architecture, in his head he thinks it a technological terror. For his own amusement, he allowed his cloak to wrap around his arms and hands, clasping the latter together in front of him. As they traversed past the stairs, he whispered “pie lesu Domine, dona eis requiem.” It was a passable imitation of one of his favorite movie scenes, but was probably lost on those watching.

In the garden area, he looked, again, at the trees. Then the statue caught his attention. He stared thoughtfully at The Thinker as the single familiar sight amongst the strangeness, then the fountain caught his attention. But, he knew he wasn't here to admire the artistry of man, in any form, and he gathered in his wandering thoughts. Despite his intent, as the approached the people he was really meant to deal with he glanced at the fountain and mumbled "so much water here."

Lesedi had pointed out most of the important people in the gathering as the two of them watched 'the telly'. Mo'in smiled at remembering her insistence in using the diminutive to refer to the device. He couldn't argue her affection, as he had become accustomed to ending his days in front of the machine, Lesedi's head on his shoulder till she laughed, became angry, or cried. Truthfully, he hoped this interlude wouldn't interfere with the evening's plans. He'd learned as much about his new world from 'Weakest Link' as he had from anything else. Brought, again, out of his thoughts by the waiter, Mo'in refused the beverage as he said, "it's astounding that on a planet so filled with water people prefer to drink the effluvium of a plant's reproductive organ."

Mo'in put his hood down as they approached the introduction rituals, exposing his plain features, dark brown hair, and gray-blue eyes. He knew, at one and three-quarters meters, he would be looking up at most of the people he would meet; he didn't want his hood in the way. He proffered his right hand for the clasp and pump these people seem to find such meaning in, and for introduction referred to himself as Mo'in Laggo. He tried to recall the names of the people he was introduced to, and this made the lack of a proffered name by one individual stand out all the more. When the scruffy one lit his cigarette, Mo'in internally acknowledged it as a danger to the individual but had learned it was more dangerous to interfere in such habits so he let it be.

After the introduction gauntlet, Mo'in calmly put his hood back up and turned his attention to his peers.

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OOC: Hearing PER roll failed by four

Miho steps out of the car and gets lead through the building.  As this seems to be a more meet and greet than something she opts for a more traditional business outift.  The sound of her heels clicking in the empty corridor.



Her size is fairly evident in person, standing barely over 5' with her high heels on, slender, long white hair, piercing blue eyes.  Slender and athletic  as many heroes tend to be.

Moving down the line as the hands are offered.

Hello I'm Miho.  I assume we will be told why we were called?

Moving to the scruffy one in black and holding out her hand, You get a greeting too, even if you dont want it.



08:26, Today: Adaptrix rolled 7 (with 3 body) using 3 with the Hero (Champions) system
base perception 11 or 13 if skill levels allowed, so 4 or 6

if You can change the dice roller to default to champions also please.

Ashley rode in the back of the car wide-eyed and almost starstruck - even if she was stuck in the middle seat between two humorless bodyguards.  She could still see the barricaded streets and the extensive grounds as they whizzed by.  It wasn't often you got an invitation directly from the Prime Minister.  She hadn't set out to be a hero, only try to do her part in protecting her fellow man.  The fact that she could lift several tonnes simply meant that the extremely tall blonde had more options when it came to helping.

It did help that Captain Britain was good looking.  Ashley probably had a bit of a crush on the UK's premier hero.  His disappearance worried her a little bit.  Still, with him as a role model - both her mother and father had been adamant that she comport herself well.  And since her costume was required attire (the invitation had been address to her alter ego and not Ashley), that meant she needed to be on her best behavior.

The vehicle groaned happily as Adamant who weighed over a quarter of a ton and more than three large men (even the ones safeguarding her) stepped out of the limousine.  Which meant with her government mandated entourage, much of the operational load for the SUV had been used up - if not for the reinforced chassis of the vehicle.  Her long calloused fingers gripped the side of the jet black vehicle causing it to rock slightly as the distribution of weight shifted.  The fingerless gloves of her reinforced Kevlar-laced sky-blue and white uniform releasing their hold from the door frame.  She took a moment to brush some lint from sleeves before Adamant stood tall at just under eight feet.  The stylized "A" motif on her costume was prominently, if tastefully, displayed in various guises on the armoured bodysuit: from the long cuffs of her gloves to the knee-high leather boots and from the high necked collar to the racing stripes on her hips and legs.

Her dirty blonde hair was probably just past shoulder length and was pulled back and braided to keep it out of the way.  A light smile filled with wonder played upon her burgundy lips, causing the light freckles on her cheeks to the dance slightly.  The young woman couldn't have been out of her early twenties, and if the tabloids were to be believed she'd left Uni in her third year under 'mysterious circumstances' before landing a job with her family's construction firm less than a year and a half ago.  Given her physical stature, Ashley and her family had decided not to keep her mutant condition secret.  Instead she'd tried to embrace her physical gifts and used them to help her fellow man.  Well, and to help her parents' construction firm; her great strength has helped expedite more than one construction project and (probably) helped to land more than one government contract.

Walking through the manicured gardens, Ashley purposefully kept her gait measure and even - trying not walk too fast or too slow for her chaperones.  It was all that she could do to keep from skipping down the pathways.  Her polished and reinforced steel-toed boots scuffed lightly on the cobblestone of the walkway.

Adamant shuffled through the receiving line, her large hands dwarfing many of the government officials she was being introduced to.  Ashley tried hard to remember all of the names and faces, though it was questionable how much she would retain.  The statuesque blonde greeted the various government dignitaries solemnly, trying to stick to "Yes, Sir." and "I am, Sir." while answering any additional questions as directly and quickly as possible.

Once through the line Adamant shrugged slightly to Adaptrix's question - not knowing whether the waif-ish platinum blonde was addressing her.  "One can only assume they'll tell us." she opined and then introduced herself to Miho, "I'm Ashley.  But I guess for the purposes of this shindig, I'm Adamant."  She'd positioned herself so that she could try to associate with the other invitees (who were obviously not government officials or their security detail).

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[OOC:  One PER roll coming right up:

13:42, Today: Adamant rolled 5 (with 1 body) using 3 with the Hero (Champions) system with rolls of 1, 1, 3.  PER check (TN: 12-):  At the Garden Reception with the Prime Minister. – 5

For once, my proclivity to roll low with the RPoL Dice Roller works to my advantage... :D  Made PER roll by '7' (assuming no other modifiers)]
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Embarrassment flashes across his face before the enthusiasm bursts through again keeping the handshake going, "Sorry, Ulysses, Ulysses Manus. I'm the CPS special council assigned to the NMHC." Possibly realising that would mean little to a general audience he lets you have your hand back and apologetically clarifies, "I'll be the barrister* making sure those you catch get their due sentence."

The Home Secretary seems to think this is insufficient and goes further, "Ulysses is being characteristically modest.Behind the scenes he will be doing more than just that. He was terribly helpful in sorting out the legalities of the legislation we rushed through parliament to make all this happen so it is fair to say the commission would still be a whitepaper without his hard work. Naturally that made him the only choice to sit for the CPS on the regulatory board, probably no one better understands the ins and outs."

The PM, who otherwise seems to have a general air of slight detachment despite the unusual characters and occasion, light heartedly interjects with, "I certainly don't understand much of any of it," which causes gentle laughter amidst at least the government crowd. Minus of course the glowering scruffy smoker.


Caught off guard the waiter promptly offers you a selection of fruit juices instead clearly not having actually understood what you meant.

If you are silent or refuse the young man seems to panic and speculatively offers you just water but can't help throwing in the option of sparkling or still.


Your question finally gets an audible reaction from the scruffy smoker even if it was just a derisive snort. With naked mockery in his voice he replies shortly, "Why, to be heroes of course."


You get particular attention from the PM who uses both hands to clasp yours in an almost paternal gesture and says, "I am so very pleased to see you here. You are a credit to the nation Miss."


When you approach him he returns to silently looking at you and makes no move to take the proffered hand. Once again the Home Secretary steps up to introduction duties with a sigh though clearly annoyed about it this time, "This... is Peter Wisdom. He is the current Director of MI:13 which runs the Special Detention Service and will be taking a backseat on the commission."

It's clear from tone that there is no love lost between the Home Sec and this Peter Wisdom, at a guess you would say no one here seems to be comfortable with him and he obviously is intent of being hostile. The implied threat from the Home Sec's choice of stressed words appears to completely fail to have an impact on Wisdom who keeps smoking.

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*British for lawyer

((Interpreted the order of things slightly for better flow in my replies))
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*British for lawyer
"In the UK, the main difference between a barrister and a solicitor is where they work and what they do, but there are some exceptions:"
well didn't know there was a difference.  So I would have consulted a solicitor about that London ticket i got in June, and then a barrister if i had tried to get it dismissed in court.   I was not happy about getting a ticket just because i was "there in my car in London".


Miho takes the mans hand and shakes it anyway.  Nice to meet you anyway Mr. Wisdom  Not pressing her luck anymore with a man that was not happy about the situation.

Well Adamant, Looking up at the woman nearly twice her height.  I look up to you, as you seem quite impressive.  I hope what i can do can help you.  I guess if we are using those names, i would be Adaptrix.

Heading over to the others that she had not directly met as they got here before her.  I'm Miho, nice to met you guys, what is your name or what you want to be called. i would be Adaptrix i guess for public purposes,  dont need stalkers at my door step.
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"Mr. Manus. Good to meet you. I know that if we are going to be effective at our task, a man of your skills will come in quite handy."

Shade nodded both to him, and to the scruffy man beyond.

He then quickly reached for a glass of whatever the waiter was offering as he walked by and took a single sip from it, only to witness him interact with the man in the hood, and becoming quite flustered in the situation. He marked the man's attitude in a mental note. Something to inquire about when a better opportunity arose.


Shade nodded curtly again, and replied, "I am sure it will all make sense in due time, Prime Minister. We are, after all, here to learn and to be of service."

He caught a bit of the conversation between one of the newcomers and the scruffy fellow just past the PM. Wisdom. Peter Wisdom. Again, a name he would have to mark to memory. Director of MI:13, Special Detention Services. While his presence made good sense here, his approach, his general attitude, did not. Shade assumed that perhaps the director had some issues with outside elements, specially ones that may not be under his control. He made it a point to also keep that man in memory, and approach him after all the initial conversations were out of the way.

He politely disengaged from the PM, and proceeded to approach the statuesque and lithe women, who appeared to be part of the team. One of them he did recognize - Adamant - from news reports and TV appearances. She was quite remarkably tall, and the closer he got, the more he needed to turn his head upwards to look her in the eyes, and so the smaller he began to feel. He shook his head furtively, shaking the sensation away. After all, just because she was very tall didn't mean he was short in any way. He chucked inwardly at the thought.

"Adamant. I have seen and heard many things about you. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is The Shade. I believe we will be team mates." Turning to the other young lady in the business suit next to Adamant, he added, "And who might you be?"

He extended his hands to both Adamant and the young lady as well, looking to learn more about them.


"Wonderful to make your acquaintance, Adaptrix. I understand your concerns, and your privacy is assured with us." Shade nodded in reassurance.

"So... this is quite an introduction. I suppose being government sponsored means they will want to take advantage of all the possible good publicity they can muster."

The Shade turned his head to encompass everyone in the area. It seemed a nice day, quite well suited for the occasion.
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Adamant lowered her head and went down on one knee so that the Prime Minister might address her without craning his neck.  "Thank you, Sir." the large blonde hero reddened slightly, then responded to his public praise, "I am just trying to do my part."  She stood once more and didn't tarry in front of the PM.

A bright smile touched her lips at Adaptrix's double entendre, even if she'd heard many variation upon it before.  "I'm pleased to meet you, Adaptrix." and she offered her hand in greeting to the much shorter blue-eyed woman, her head cocked to the side slightly at Miho's oblique reference to her powers, "Exactly what is that you can do, Miss?"  She stopped herself from using the diminutive platinum blonde's given name.

At The Shade's approach, Adamant inclined her head which caused her blonde braid to swish across her back.  She seemed transfixed for a pregnant moment at the darkness that followed the 'man' (that she presumed to be there, since only the eyes of the individual seemed to be present).  "Wow." escaped her lips, before she caught herself, "Th-the pleasure is mine, Mr. The Shade ..." seeming to treat the article in his name as part of a full surname, "I hope that you've only heard good things..." which she knew was likely not true; there were plenty of antics from when she was younger that likely portrayed her in a not-so-positive light.

But, Ashley forced herself not to dwell on that fact.  What was done in the past was done; all she could do is decide what to do with the time she was given moving forward.  She stooped down slightly to confer further with the man cloaked in inky black, "I saw you speaking with the man in the light grey suit.  Who is he?"  Her voice was filled with genuine curiosity.

When asked about a potential libation, Adamant nodded that she'd love a flute of champagne.  However, she declined to take the glass offered instead gesturing to the bottle as it was much more ... sturdy.  Bottle in hand, Ashley leaned in towards the waiter to ask without trying to sound too eager, "Is there going to be any food served?"

Very nice to meet all of you, though you seem much more capable than me, but i guess they must feel i can bring something.

I think you mis understood, it isnt yourself or Miss Adamant or the others here.   I just dont want the whole country to know is all.

She looks rather bashful,  I doubt what i can do is nearly as impressive as what you can do Adamant.  I'm just going to assume by the fact you are large and impressive your abilities revolve around strength?  I do a little healing, and some enhancement.  Here i'll just show you.

Miho reaches out and touches Adamant,  She feels her muscles grow and strengthen.  Making her snug costume almost bursting and defined.

It will fade in a couple minutes, but it is enough usually for what you need.  I can enhance physical and mental things.  I do find it fun to change my appearance.  she touches herself, as she was already beautiful and become inhumanly attractive.  I hope that is enough to make me helpful

+14 strength fade 1/turn
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As the waiter became flustered and gestured towards the serving area with the drinks, Mo'in finally noticed the man's discomfort. Mo'in nodded to the man and said, "I apologize for disrupting the smooth flow of your duties. I am unused to being served, may I have one of the bottles of water at that table?"
When the waiter assented and began to move away towards the table, Mo'in pointed towards the water and Mo'in's cloak rippled along his arm to elongate towards and retrieve one of the bottles. Mo'in assured the waiter "this will be fine, thank you very much."
Continuing to the introductions, Mo'in held the bottle of water in one hand and removed the top. After drinking about a third of the bottle, Mo'in replaced the top and went through the gauntlet of glad handing. He acknowledged every introduction, but truly only spoke to Peter Wisdom. After hearing the Home Secretary's words, Mo'in moved to one side and addressed Mr. Wisdom. "A dear friend of mine often says, 'no one thinking rightly wishes to be a hero'. I hope your position in the back seat isn't too uncomfortable, we're certainly going to find things difficult if we don't have special methods of dealing with those that violate the law."
"Where I'm from, we remove those portions of their personality that caused them to violate the stability of the community and release them. It made them a little dull, but it's unusual for us to receive a complaint about it."
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The tall blonde shrugged slightly, "Yeah, mostly I just lift stuff and bend steel bars with my bare hands.  And I can open pretty much any stuck jar lid."  Her tone was bluntly matter-of-fact, but then she added with a slightly crooked, slightly mischievous smile, "But then sometimes bad people just need a good punch in the face..."  Her tone carried the reckless enthusiasm that could only be born of youth.

"Whoa ..." escaped Adamant's lips, as Adaptrix worked her own brand of magic, "That's bloody brilliant!"  She flexed her now-further enhanced biceps, the heavy weave of her uniform strained and flexed, barely holding.   "Awesome!" Ashley proclaimed giddily, beaming at the others - and especially Miho and reiterating, "Bloody Brilliant!"

"Normally," Adamant mused, "I can pick up maybe a bulldozer or a bloody Abrams tank..." and she flexed again speculatively, "But right now?  I feel like I probably lift, at least, a half-dozen of those or more ..."  She cast about for something to test that theory out, but could find nothing in the garden; entertaining the idea of uprooting the Thinker reproduction for only a fraction of a second before discarding the thought (with her parent's admonishments echoing in her head).  Instead, Adamant simply pointed at her smaller female companion, "Definitely useful."  Her tone brooking not argument on that point.

Then when she noticed her enhanced appearance, Adamant did a double take and gasped, "Th-that's pretty awesome, too.  You look amazing."  As she studied Miho's unearthly glow, Ashley asked with genuine curiosity, "How much can you alter you appearance?  Can you ... like, I dunno, change skin color?  Become a tiger?" 'Cause everyone knew that shape changing was just wild.

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mo'in exercise his powers.  Pointing it out to the others, Adamant noted, "And that is pretty cool, too."  Her lips parted to as Laggo about his particular brand of magic, but stopped short as the cloaked gentleman started to confer with Director Wisdom.  Her personal curiosity could wait.

"We are a regular Rogue's Gallery." she posited playfully, "Or a collection of misfit toys..."

Jim lowered the window of his ride to take in the sounds and smells of the crowd as they approached the gala. He adjusted his mask and hood to hide both his nervousness and to get into character. He could draw on his power instantaneously, but it still made him feel a little bit “dirty.” He likened it to the sweat of his day job, you don’t realize it in the moment but as soon as you are done, you just want to take a shower. He did not know exactly what to expect at the shindig and the fact that they got caught in traffic did not help his nerves.

The awaiting crowds also did not temper his unease and he felt their flame being fanned to annoyance. Reflexively Spring Heeled Jack took a deep breath to calm himself and douse the negative emotions. The hero lowered his gaze and walked forward, diverting the frustration to unfettered excitement. As he walked forward his pace did not increase but his stride became longer until it appeared akin to the hops of the gazelle. By the time he passed the Thinker, he showed his appreciation for the sculpture by mimicking it’s position in his hangtime as he bounced over the masterpiece. He spotted the group of his future companions and made his way towards them, a fine class of champaign snatched as he bounced over a waiter before realizing he had no way of drinking it through his mask.

He lands at the outskirts of the group, for the first time still enough to be seen clearly. Jack was a tall man, dressed in a hooded leather cape. His athletic build was almost overstated and the proportions seemed off but with no one feature that could be pinpointed as the reason. He possessed dark wild hair and piercing green eyes and gave the impression of an easy smile that could not be seen behind the leather mask covering his face from the eyes downward. His style of dress seemed formal and out of date but closer examination showed it to be costume. Neither authentic nor binding but modern in materials and design to allow for free flowing movement.

“Hello, Anyone want a drink?” He stated while holding out the flute of champaign while seeing the full hands of the others.
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Sorry Adamant, no shape changing i just make you more of something, and only basic things.  Like with my appearance i just make myself more of what i am.  I can enhance you farther, but i think that was a good enough demonstration.  So i can be very helpful to you, but someone that doesnt rely on strength, i'm a little less helpful.  I dont have the ability to do some other things, but i'm working on it.  I guess I might end up being your new best friend when we are in the field.  Adaptrix giggles.


I mentioned healing strong enough to re-grow limbs, but that can take some time, and it does not make it hurt any less, so i advise not losing limbs.


The enhancements wear off after a couple of minutes.


@Spring Heeled Jack

She walks over the to the new comer
Hello I'm Miho, or Adpatrix, and what is your name?  Holding out her hand.