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Nimbus unweaves the light bending around her, allowing it to bounce off her again so that she's visible. She then dissipates her sword. Looking around, she shrugs at the others. "Time to go back to HQ, then?"

Nimbus turned, hearing that the others were having trouble with the mech, and thinking maybe her light sword could act as a handy can-opener. But seeing the mech fall to the ground and disappear, she just continued turning, using the momentum to take a slice at ninja #1. 1d20+5=23 Save DC 23...

Nimbus falters for a moment as the demon-child gets squished. She really wasn't prepared from that. But she shakes it off, invisibly advancing on the ninjas with the light. Her blade of light makes no sound as it cuts through the air toward her target. 1d20+5=25 Threat roll=12 Save DC 23 Light...

Initiative: 12 Nimbus goes invisible and follows the others through the portal. Seeing the battle starting, and hearing Scout's message over the radio, she sighs. "Guess that means I'm on ninja detail." Taking a moment, she summons her weapon of light.

Coming through the portal last, Nimbus gives a worried glance to the people on the floor through the little window, then joins Scout at the map.

Not understanding a word of what the demon-thing is saying, but seeing that she's being pointed at, Nimbus becomes visible and waves. Then she gives Mr. Scares a helpless glance.

Nimbus raises her invisible eyebrows, and mutters into her communicator. "I don't know about Ronin. He looks like Iron Man to me."

Nimbus wanders over as well, keeping enough distance that she avoids any damage from the heat. She also tries to see if she recognizes it. Pop Culture 1D20+9=25 Sorry for the lessened posting. School started again. I've been running around like made trying to get everything caught up.

Nimbus's voice comes from somewhere near Scout. "That was neat... Anyway, yeah. Accompanying sounds good. Good to have backup when sneaking around, looking for clues." She smiles, though no one can see it. Nimbus is, most definitely, invisible.

I knew I'd be getting the wrong things somehow. Oh well. This works. "Guess I'll get started then." Leaning over the table, she touches Scout's hand. She takes her time, to make sure the power takes to each person. Standing, she brushes Maddy's shoulder, followed by Mecha Musume. Mr. Scares...

Nimbus stares thoughtfully at the screens showing the monsters. "How long before we go in, Scout?" She tears her eyes away from the screens filled with monsters, turning toward Scout. The difference in how she holds herself is obvious. Before, in the Ready Lounge, she was a somewhat shy...

See, this is why having people look over your sheet is good, especially when you don't quite get the system. Guess the character approver missed this one. I just shot an email to him about the change. Though I think I just realized... as long as Nimbus doesn't fall unconscious (or sleep), the...

Nimbus almost resembles a deer caught in headlights for a moment as she watches the monsters on the screen. She takes a sharp intake of breath, letting it out slowly, biting her lip a little. Then, the momentary panic leaves as her brows furrow in thought over what she might need.

Having changed into her uniform while she was out of the Ready Room, Nimbus wanders in invisibly and reappears in a corner of the Briefing Room. "Nimbus reporting."

The confrontation between Maddy and Gauntlet attracted Nimbus's attention. After Maddy's rant, the soft-spoken women just shook her head, looking at Ulla-Marie for a moment and muttering, "Excuse me." Getting up and taking her paper, pencil and uniform with her, she tried to stifle her disgust...

Nimbus just shakes her head. "Not much, really. I only got here, just before the lounge started filling up and I had to retreat due to too many people." Turning to look at the group which she'd separated herself from, she points out the man in shining armor who is sharpening his sword. "That's...

Nimbus briefly glances at Maddy. She could retort, considering the other woman not only made a comparison that, if she'd paid any attention at all, obviously doesn't apply, but she also made this comparison and interjected herself into a conversation that wasn't even near her and clearly didn't...

The tall Native American smiles and chuckles a little. "You sound way more prepared for this sort of thing. I'm sure, if they accepted a college drop-out like me, they'll take you." At the question, she shrugs one shoulder. "I'm a light switch. Or... 'energy controller,'" she makes quotation...

The drawing is simple enough. Just a barren dirt ground, a blue skyline with no clouds. It would be completely desolate, if not for the lonely street sign in the right foreground, and a strange tree, far too thin, in the left foreground. The tree is bent, the top of it somehow adhered to the top...

Nimbus looks up from her sketching, almost surprised someone's talking to her. She shoots a quick glance at the group, then back at Ulla-Maria. "No. No, not at all. Please, sit." Her eyes trail back to her drawing. "What I wouldn't give for some paints right now."