Tiffany Korta

Damn him, he was as sharp as she remembered. But how to explain what was she was without giving to much away? But then an idea struck her. “Hannah Montanna!†she gave him a slightly embraced look “Which as a 40 something Heterosexual male you’ve never seen. But you’ve know the premise of the show right? Well this is my Hannah identity, or it Miley?†With no need to hide anymore she sat more formally hand tucked in her lap, looking a little nervous. “I’m in the same business as you, but I choose to maintain a secret ID. At some point I’ll tell you who I am, but not until we’ve sorted out what’s going on between us.â€

Just to advoid confussion at this moment, only Rene can see or talk to Constance and no one can hear either side of the conversation (except Rene obviously). She a little more than a hallucination, but until people have reasons to find out that's all I'm saying. ;)

Beatrice gave a smile, like most academics she loved to talk about her knowledge. “I’m more of an Art Historians but in my research I’m learned a little from. At the time of the Terror there were a number of different groups than arose to defy the regime. One was led by the Countess, who wished to overthrow the republic and restore the monarchy. She managed to gather quite a substantial group of people, it seems she only had to speak to someone and they would join the cause. But then she disappeared as suddenly as she appeared and with her the organization.†Poor Rene was having a hard time with it all his poor body had seen a lot over the years, but it still seemed to be going strong. Right now however he was feeling weak, despite his best effort he couldn’t seem to move or even speak. And maybe it was all the talk of the Revolution, but now he seemed to be hallucinating. “Hello Rene, it been a very long time.†Standing before him just as he remembered her was Constance.

Lucy crouched down beside her former foe. “Luckily for you I’m not our father’s daughter.†She resisted the urge to drag him toward her “Tell me what the Master’s plan is and I let you go free, though you’ll never be able to return to this place.†She looked behind her, the Guards would soon recover and want to talk with her “My time and my patience is short, so I suggest you talk quickly.†Whilst he was making up his mind she scanned around for Doctor Wessex to make sure he was still okay, hopefully all this action had burned away some of his chemically induced mania.

So I make that three Grue to Go! There Toughness saves are 1d20+2=21, 1d20+2=22, 1d20+2=4. So we're three Grue down with two to go. An IC post first then the two Grue will get a pop.

She stood up and seemed concerned with smoothing down her dress. “She’ll be no worry for you or the authorities, though I suggest you refrain for the current punishment for traitors.†She began to walk to the exit of the room, brushing against Rene as she did. “Show her some kindness it you will, she has had her entire world collapse around her. Without her leadership her order will fall apart.†She paused at the doorway, but didn’t turn around. “Next time you meet me, or at least the Spirit, I’ll be wearing a different face with different needs. Don’t judge her so harshly based on my actions. And I do hope you and France have a bright future.†And without another word she made her way out of the room.

No he's fine. Lord Steams up next

Gallia reacted to Rene's rebuttal as is slapped, crumpling to the ground all the fight having gone from here. Constance took things a bit more carmly. "The spirits do not drive the history of man, or even woman, kind. Instead they reflect the will of the nation, which is why normally the spirit allows to host to determine what should be done. It's why I, and not the spirit, choose to help you when I realized that Gallia was involved." She walked over to the Countless and checked on how she was doing, she seemed to show genuine concern for the poor woman. "But you right and soon, if not already, those responsible for the terror while be replaced and with those not tainted by the terror. Hopefully those who did this terrible thing to Gallia will no longer have influence. If you wish I'll leave her in your hands to deal with as you wish. I plan to retire soon anyway, and the spirit will pass on to another."

“I’m a Freedom City girl through and through. You could almost say my life is bound within the foundations of this city.†She smiled to herself at her private little joke “In fact I’m living in the very house where I was born. Though I did move out for a little while. It’s been taken over by a whole new group of immigrant’s, like my parents, who came her to start a new life away from old fears or to find new dreams. So I’m the first generation of the Harker’s to be born in America.†She often wondered how many other generation had followed on from her, but she didn’t think that her sister decedents would want a relic like her forcing her way into their life. “Actually there’s a wonderful view from the window of the city, I often sit out on the roof an just watch the city bustle about. Maybe I could show you the view sometime…â€

It was obvious what Blodeuwedd’s intentions were her clothes were already changing back into her normal costume the cape blowing out as it settled back down. She was already pulling on her goggles and fishing out her throwing knives from her bag. “Well I don’t have Dyrnwyn with me, taking a sword on a night out is normally considered bad form, but I’m more than ready to take down these petty thugs.†To emphasis the point she pulled the hood up over her head, Cerys was then replaced with Blodeuwedd ready for action.

Merge was all ready to introduce the pair as they entered the offices, she even had a had ready to greet the man the company had tasked to show them around. He however choose to ignore her and made instead straight for Asad pumping the man hand, “Mr Al-Misri it’s a great honor to meet you, I flattered you wish to visit our humble little company.†Merge as mature as ever stuck her tongue out behind the man’s back, it must be strange for someone who was normally the center of attention to be suddenly shunted to the side-lines.

Gallia had been quiet whilst Constance laid out her confession, but something she had said must had triggered a response. “Tell them, tell them who you really are, he deserves to know the whole truth.†Her voice was now a harridan screech, a strange sound with her dual voice. This didn’t seem to faze Constance in the slightest; she gave a sad little smile “I am Constance, you don’t mind if I give my full name. But I have been imbued for a while with a Spirit of Justice. Unlike Gallia though she is merely a passenger, who gently guides me, than Gallia who had dominated poor Jeanne.†She crossed her arm and looked sternly to at the Countess “But what she want me to tell you is that the spirit is an aspect of Britannia, that split or becomes part of her as the need arises. What she forgot is that I, we, know what it’s like to be sundered into two, to know two sides of a civil war…†Something about the memories of that time made her focus drift away for a few moments.

As she enjoyed the sheer beauty of the greenhouse, despite her unfortunate relationship with plants, when she felt a wave of tiredness flowed over her. With the flight and the four hour time difference and just everything that had gone on other the last few hours. She’d liked to have found more about the whole campus but her focus was sliding, she suspected that she was revealing more about Blodeuwedd than she suspected. “I’m sorry but I starting to feel a little tired could we skip the rest of the tour for another time?†she managed a weak smile “Though I could do with direction to my dorm.â€

Blodeuwedd switched to their internal communicator, hoping that it was as secure as Myrmidon claimed. <<â€It might be worth accepting this guide, there are bound to be magical related traps between us and these Giants. I can detect them, but I’m probably not going to be able to disarm them all. But of cause there is a chance that he could rumble our ruse, well I could, my lack of knowledge is probably the weak link in this plan. You seem to know these people better than me so I’m follow your lead.â€>>

Blodeuwedd didn’t think of herself as Cerys, so was and had always been Blodeuwedd, Cerys was just a name for the awkward unsure version of herself that went to Claremont’s. So it took a few second before she realized that they were talking about her. She wasn’t ease dropping Subito was by nature a loud speaker. She made sure to give an appropriate delay before answering his question. “Tona is among one of the best trackers and hunters I know, if there is anything to find she’ll catch something. As long as Sam doesn’t distract her to much…†Her tent finished she slipped into the forest and made her way quietly towards the two of them, mostly for the challenge. She wasn’t able to block Elias’s powers but she blanked her mind to try and reduce detection. She wasn’t sure if it worked but neither reacted as she drew up beside them. “Here you go. What you been talking about?â€

With a flurry of feathers the three Avinas where thrown around by El Heraldo’s blast of air with a decidedly inhuman squawk, but they quick recovered using their wings to help rebalance themselves. They swiftly made their way back toward the young hero relying on only their fists to attack El Heraldo. Unlike there mistress they were less inclined to use witty retorts and banter instead relying on shear fury in their attacks. They weren’t particularly skilled by the flurry of fist and wings was difficult to follow and two of them managed to connect solid blows with El Heraldo.

There save is 1d20+1=7, so yeah they're down. Unfortunately they're up next so they all get up and pile into EH, punch attacks all around. 1d20+5=25, 1d20+5=20, 1d20+5=9, so two hits and two DC 16 Toughness saves.

Grue being Grue I'm going to use a single role for all of them, so WIll Save 1d20=8. So yeah they're all shaken. Synth's up next.

The General gave a little sigh. <“The Lenape are of this land, they use to occupy this land before the Empire came. Whilst there is now an uneasy peace between the two nations, but it is a fragile peace. They aren’t as advanced as us, but they have strength of numbers. We have plentiful resources but not enough to contain an aggressive nation and Rome’s attention is towards threats to the East. If I ask for assistance or try to broker permission from the Lenape I tip off these Nazi that we know of their presence. They are not an opponent to be taken lightly.â€> All the bluster now seemed to have evaporated and the tired and worried woman underneath was revealed. <“For all the power I have at my disposal I can do nothing without harming the citizens under my care. All I can do now is ask for your help.â€>

Blodeuwedd All You Need Is Hate (2) Blod in the Air (2) The Espadas School : You Hold This End (1) Paint the Town (5) Roughin' It (3) A Silence Loud (3) Twilight Tag (7) Revenant Adrenaline Rush (1) A rock big enough (2) Movie Night in West End (5) Young Britannia Agnus (3) Studio Time (2) GMing A Convocation of Eagles (1) Digital Love (1) Gallia Falling (8) Starlight's were meant to Fly (2 points to Blodeuwedd, the rest to Revenant)

Whatever they had done to the Doctor obviously made him a target to the two if she they could make it out of this place she hopefully would be able to work out how it was all done. As she watched the two Vampire, working out her next possible attack, she moved around so she could block any attack on Wessex. Then when the opportunity arose she lashed out an arm in the direction of the vampire currently attacking her, unless she concentrated she difficulty telling the two apart. “Sorry the bar is closed right now, if you’d like to make your way outside.“

Spend a HP to get Interpose ready for there attack on Wessex. Then an unarmed attack on the Vampire who attacked me 1d20+12=21, not sure if it hits but if it does that would be the normal DC 27 Toughness save.

It was probably the best strike she had ever managed to do in all her years, and he had brushed it aside as if it was nothing. That was right up to the point until the point he paid his complement to her Taid. What did she expect he was a master swordsman. Trying not to seem too buoyant she kept her face and tone neutral, instead lowering her sword and giving a little bow. “I’ll be sure to past on the compliment, he doesn’t travel much but I’m sure he’d make an exception in this case.†She then stood there waiting for what he had planned next for the group.

Before the feast Blodeuwedd had pointed out that she should show a little patience, and pointed out that her time would flow differently and the other should show a little patience. She may have also made a comment about Agents today having no patience, even though she was youngest of them by about 5 years. At the feast she sat they politely made light conversation, but of cause touched none of the food. “You are a generous and gracious host, you’ve put one quiet a banquet for such humble guests. It is such a shame that we are required to fast on this day.†Both of them knew it was a lie, but by being polite and honest it hopefully softened the possible faux pas. If the Queen did find it in herself to be insulted they could be in serious trouble indeed.

If Blodeuwedd had one weakness if was her insatiable curiosity. Present her with a mystery and she couldn’t help but feel the need to try and find the answers. So far she had kept it in check, and in current line of work it was quite an asset. And this young man was a quite a mystery. The easiest and best was to follow him back to Claremonts and watch how he dealt with people. Though mainly she just want to help the poor boy out, much like had been done with her when she had first arrived. “If it’s not to much trouble I’d like to travel back with you.â€