<span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: Georgia;">Stryka (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=304633.msg14858154#msg14858154)</span></strong></span>Cosmical Powered Brick<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/736x/a4/a0/36/a4a03678f247c0feae208151ecf280d3.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/0JuXwCR.jpg)</div><hr/><strong>Location:</strong>Club Afterlife<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Scandal, Rose, Daibuster, Angela, Medusa, GM<br/><strong>Hero Points:</strong>1<br/><strong>Damage:</strong>None<br/><strong>Conditions:</strong>Clothed<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Asari blue and white dress as pictured.   Mirrored Sunglasses (https://cdn-images.farfetch-contents.com/13/90/52/96/13905296_17622892_1000.jpg)<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Combat Actions</div><div class="spoiler_body">Move Action: <br/>Attack Action: <br/></div></div><br/><hr/><div align="center"><strong>Avengers San Diego Tower</strong></div><br/>Once they got on Club Afterlife's website, it quickly became obvious that she was supposed to dress up as an Asari from the game Mass Effect.  Looking at pictures of Asari, she could do weave her hair together to make those head ridges, but getting blue skin was going to take work, fortunately Scandal had friends that were professionals at makeup and costuming.  The skin coloring would have to happen the day off, now all she had to do was get herself an appropriate outfit.   Fortunately the internet had access to everything, and in no time she had an outfit ordered that would be hot to wear, a mini dress in Asari style.  Paying extra for next day delivery was no problem, Avengers expense account!<br/><br/>When Rose came in with info on the soda, she nodded along as her redheaded teammate explained what she had discovered about the soda and how it worked.  "So, hold the soda pointing away from your face when you open it?   And don't drink it!  I bet the third element is addictive."<br/><br/><hr/><div align="center"><strong>Club Afterlife</strong></div><br/>Friday night had finally come around, Stryka had spent several hours getting made up as an Asari.  She had shortened her hair and braided it to look like the ridges that Asari had and then Scandal's friend had painted her entire body blue with paint that breathed.  Then she squeezed herself into her Asair blue and white dress that barely covered her toned ass.  She left the zipper far enough down that her huge, firm breasts looked ready to spill out of her top.  She could have picked a more conservative outfit, there were choices, but she was drawn to this outfit, so she gave into temptation and was now going to wear it to this Club Afterlife and possibly a conflict with Medusa.  One additional item she added to her outfit was mirrored sunglasses.  Greek legend had it that Medusa's petrifying gaze could be reflected back to her.  She had no idea if that would work with Medusa, but it wouldn't hurt to try and it had seemed the snake haired woman had needed to make eye contact, so maybe the glasses would prevent that.<br/><br/>Stryka was let directly into the club by the bouncers with no questions, her cosplay was top of the line.  She paused after she entered the door and got a feel for the place.  It was certainly trying to live up to its name, mixing christian hell with greek afterlife.  She knew that Scandal should already be inside, she had entered 30 minutes before her, making sure to avoid look for the raven haired sorceress.  The others would be entering after her, in an attempt to hide how much back up she had if Medusa tried anything.  Walking deeper into the crowd as the bass vibrated against her skin, her 6" stiletto heeled sandals clicking against the floor as she looked around for Medusa.  Which wasn't that hard as it turns out, she was sitting at a table by herself and looking like her snake haired self.<br/><br/>She immediately swayed over to the green skinned villainess, she wasn't the subtle one on the team, her job was to charge into conflict and grab the attention.  Although she did have to slap away some hands that reached out to grope her ass as she walked through the crowd of women to get to Medusa.  Without asking permission, she slide into the chair opposite of Medusa, her mirrored shades reflecting their surroundings as she avoided looking directly into the woman's eyes, finding herself looking down at the woman's cleavage instead.  "Hello Medusa.  Hope you are having a good day?"