Greywind

Marlene opened the door. “Mr. Michaels, what can I do for you?”

Trying to smile, Brad winced. “Is your husband in? My mom and Steph are here. She... Steph, I mean, wants to see him. Thank him for fixing the...”

“Come in,” Marlene said. “Jason,” she called out. “Brad would like to speak with you.”

“Michaels,” Jason said coming from the bedroom. “What can I do for you?”

“My sister, my other sister is here with my mom. Steph would like to meet you.”

“Not a problem. Anything else?”

“My mom wants me to take them to lunch.”

“And?”

“She would prefer that I not go looking like I lost a fight.” Brad shuffled his feet and winced. “Could you fix me?” He looked at the floor. “Please?”

Marlene smiled to Jason and gave him a quick nod. “I would point out, Michaels, that you did lose that fight.” Brad nodded. “Have a seat.” Jason wiped his hands off on a rag he had draped over a shoulder.

Brad made his way to a chair and gingerly sat. “Everything hurts.”

“Do yourself a favor. Next time call for help before the fight starts.” Brad nodded again. Jason held his hand out. “Hand.” Brad placed his hand in Jason's. Fingers lightly touching Brad's forehead, Jason let his power flow.

* * * * *

“Christ, Michaels. Did Kris check you over?”

“Yeah.”

“Half your ribs were cracked. Go get cleaned up. I'm going to sit for a few before I go down.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you.” Brad made his way to the door and let himself out.

“It's a start,” Marlene said with a smile. Jason sat, lay his head back, and waited for his body to deal with the damage.

Blacksmith, have you ever forged a weapon?

Jen took the simple expedient of tying her hair back, slipping on loose pajama bottoms, and tossing on a t-shirt. Riding the elevator down to the common floor, she yawned. She scratched the back of one leg with the slipper on her other foot.

“Please tell me there's coffee,” she mumbled.

“A full urn,” Mentor replied.

“Thanks for that.” The door opened and Jen headed towards the common room. Mother and sister were sitting, talking with Ash and Charley. Jen headed straight for the coffee.

“Why do you look like you just woke up? It is almost noon.”

“Really, mom? Just woke up? I think I've been awake almost fifteen minutes now.” Jen took her coffee to one of the other couches and sat.

“Out late on another adventure?” Steph asked.

“Yeah. The great adventure of studying and doing homework,” Jen said. She fought the urge to be testy. She wasn't entirely sure she was successful.

“Don't be snippy,” Steph shot back. Nope. Not being successful.

Jen yawned again. “Sorry, Sis. Long night with the books coupled with an unexpected family visit. Why didn't you call ahead?”

“I'm sorry, Jen,” her mom said. “We were in the area and thought we would stop in. Where's your brother?”

“Probably still sleeping,” Jen said.

“I'm not.” Brad's left eye was not-quite swollen shut. His left arm was in a sling, the hand drawn up near his right shoulder. A bruise from a bullet showed near his collarbone. “It just takes me a little longer to get from place to place right now.”

Cellular

Been getting that off the files here with Firefox, too.

He's a good actor. Look for some of his other films.

9 hours ago, steriaca said:

I herd pages... 

You're a pageherder, too?

Clerics and paladins should have a "Subject to Orders" complication/disadvantage to reflect when they are doing/going to do their god's bidding.

They make folders and binders for that.

All I see is an Atreides that I want to kill.

On 4/20/2021 at 5:22 PM, Nekkidcarpenter said:

How much money would you have to pay someone to be a guard in the prison where Deadshot is held captive?

 

Everyone at Belle Reve worked for the government/Task Force X.

Well, if the old man's Kermit, whose hand's up his ass?

I'm sitting like this so you'll look at my breasts. I just bought them. I need a lot of attention.

25 minutes ago, Hugh Neilson said:

Just as the drain, it could be SFX for a Block.  It is a defensive action, despite using an Attack Power.  SFX should trump.

Removing someone else's focus should only be from an attack option.

Turning from side to side, Lisa Sheffield checked her reflection in the mirror. She smoothed her skirt. Her makeup was minimally done. Reaching for lipstick, her eyes shifted to white then back to her natural color. Her hand was flat on the top of the dresser.

“Shit.”

“Are you alright?” Mentor asked.

“Yes. Just a vision. Barely a blip, but fairly important. Rouse Brad. Tell him his mother is coming.” Lisa left her bedroom, rapped on Jen's door, and went inside. “Hey, time to get up.”

Bare back uncovered, grumbling, Jen buried her head under a pillow.

“None of that,” Lisa said, pulling the pillow off Jen's head.

“Whas the probem?” Jen mumbled.

“You've got about ten minutes to make yourself presentable. Your mother and Steph are inbound.”

Jen rolled over. “Shit.”

“That's what I said.”

Jen eyed Lisa. “What are you all dressed up for?”

“Lunch date in an hour.”

“Oh, right,” Jen yawned. “Whassisname.”

Lisa took Jen's hand. “Exactly.”

“Think it will go anywhere?”

“Yes. To a restaurant and a free meal. Beyond that, I'm not counting on it.” Lisa tugged Jen up to a sitting position. “Come on. Motivate. Get yourself presentable.”

Jen stretched. “I don't wanna.”

29 minutes ago, Tom Cowan said:

would you let some one use a blast to take out the focus instead?

As an attack action, yes. As a defense, probably not.

Unless it is contact/impact fused.

1 hour ago, Christopher R Taylor said:

The puppet arms worked really really well in Spider-Man 2, I hope they can at least match some of that quality.  Sam Raimi is amazing at making inanimate objects appear to have a personality and life of its own.

The puppeteers had a hand in that.

I have no idea. I pulled that from David Weber's Facebook page.

Of all the ways to die, I never thought I'd be goin' out like this.

Same thing happened to Lot's wife. Iodize the poor sucker, and your kitchen's stocked for life.

Are you a God-fearing man, Senator? That is such a strange phrase. I've always thought of God as a teacher; a bringer of light, wisdom, and understanding. You see, I think what you really fear is me.

I wouldn't allow it. Drains are attack. Not defense.