Tiffany Korta

She watched as Myrmidon pointed out the camera, she’d already seen them herself but she had asked him to take the lead. She pulled her cloak around her and faded completely from view. “Blodeuwedd. Don’t worry you don’t get rid of me so easy. Please lead on.†She followed on behind him watching how he dealt with the challenge of the corridor. She wasn’t a slouch herself in this department, and her footfalls made no sound, and she reckoned they were similar in skill. She stepped into the lift a seeing no apparent camera removed her hood, though she kept to the corner of the room just in case. “This look suspicious, shall we carry on downwards?â€

Blodeuwedd brushed her hand down the side of the car “Your both philistines you know. This is an amazing, wonderful, piece of Americana. The village where I grew up everything was so practical, no one would own something like this. Can I drive her? Later I mean if it’s okay Mali?†She perched herself on the top of the rear seat and put on a pair of over-sized Sunglasses. “In this city it’s best to treat every day as a tactically situation. I’ve bought everything except Dyrnwyn, because you just can accessorise with a sword.†She listened to Tona confusion over fashion with interest. Sometime her friend seemed to be from another planet, which considering the students from Claremont could actually be the truth. “Well Tona it’s kinda like this sometime you want to wear something comfortable and practical. But other time you just want show off, draw attention to yourself, look nice. Well there’s more to it than that but it easier to show than explain. Okay let’s go find some nice clothes for Tona, but 1) Nothing too expensive, unless you plan to pitch in, 2) Tona gets the final say one what she wears, and 3) No dressing her like a tart.â€

The corridor echoed to the sound of their footsteps, the building was more or less empty apart from a few guards, guests of the Republic and there keeps. Even with this to a military mind it was obvious that this building would be near impossible to storm. The building had been of most of its contents during the early days of the revolution, and a stark and depressing place even to visit. The current carer of Louis didn’t say anything, but lead them to a sturdy green wooden door. Constance open a hatch in the door and gave a little gasp, the room was filthy it contents dirty in a poor state of repair. Sitting on the bed, the only piece of furniture in the room was a nine years old boy looking at them impassively.

As Jubatus laid out all the technical detail she played back over what was just said, something was praying on her mind “Wait back up a minute. You had someone else was asking you about this Meta-Virus? And someone from Freedom City to boot!†She rattle around in her bag, which she summoned back from where ever her stuff when she sent her stuff away, and pulled out the Communicator Jubatus had given her. “Hey guys do you have a chance to swing by the University?†she on the communicator “We might need to speak to someone there a Vincent… what was his full name Doctor Highflower?â€

“Yeah I was just saying that I thought that purse just didn’t go with that outfit, but you know how stubborn Cerys can be sometimes.†The voice was a perfect match for Tona’s own as was her walk and stance as she moved. She was a students of people she could with time fit in with almost every group, she also knew that her and Kit would have to clear the air at some point tonight. She guessed her normal method of sparing it out wouldn’t be an option. She followed the rest, falling in line with Tona. “How long do you plan to keep up with this masquerade?â€

The trader that Lord Steam had picked seemed to be a craftsman of some skill. Surrounding him were scale models of Steampunk devices including intricately crafted model of his own Bessie and Cressida. “Well the design is all wrong the Art Deco styling is pure 1920, cheap stampings probably mass produced. Now this is more promising…†the artisan had removed a panel on the back of the statue “Self-winding clockwork, exquisite engineering. And the songs an actual recording on a minute wax disk. For such a plain exterior this is an amazing piece of work, no one has produced an item like this in this world, not even now. “ His face was a picture of wonder. Blodeuwedd smiled at the sight of Subito, she wasn’t sure the Top hat suited the rest of the costume but it wasn’t a bad effort. “Hello there Sir.†She gave a little curtsy and looked him over “You look good, and you’ve obviously spent time with someone from London that accent almost acceptable.†She gave him a cheeky smile “Someone sent me this…†she held up the Golden Envelope “…so somewhere here is a clue about our Avian problem, and someone wants us to find it.â€

More or less the same but with a total of 22. Hey we're good at this !

Agnes gave a wide grin “You’d be amazed how forward thinking the UK is, you could almost say it’s the future.†Agnes leaned in and whispered to her husband. “The Cult of the Coldblood that was mentioned in the book. But it said they didn’t get involved in the war, just wallowed in the misery.†The joys of having a perfect memory. “Let’s hope that we and him…†She gave Lorenzo an elbow to the ribs “…haven’t screw the timeline up to bad. After a good night rest and a meal maybe we could check them out.â€

Lucy raised an eyebrow “Well apart from a dose of Flu back in ’18 but apart from that I’ve always been in perfect health. And that was before I died…†she gave the poor Doctor and concerned little look “I know you’re a little uncomfortable about this but I’m not dead I’m undead.†She removed the sunglasses she normal wore so he could see her solid black eyes “I don’t breath and whilst I can bleed it takes a lot to do so, and the blood dead.†She put his hand on her arm so she could feel her cold skin and the lack of a pulse. She gave him a large smile “I’ve come to terms with it, and it’ll make things easier if you could accept that too. But if it’ll help I’ll play nurse for the day.â€

k, I've checked and double checked so i know who i can attack this time . Another unarmed attack on the Illusionist 1d20+12=28, so a DC 27 Toughness check.

Lucy gave a little frown at the comments of the remaining woman, and all of the young men and women they had met down here “Has no one learnt anything since Faust? And that was just a cautionary tale.†A possible realization dawned “That was just a story right, I mean it didn’t really happen?†She spun around to the last member standing and using her own momentum planted a kick on onto the other woman catching her full in the stomach. “I suppose there an age when you think you can make a deal and avoid all the pitfalls everyone else has fallen to, or did you all just not care about the consequences? You’re lucky where all here to try and save you, whether you want to or not.â€

Seeing that Liz was ready, and that Merge three hadn’t quite shut the door yet, she dug down deep and drew up, metaphorically, her inner diva. She read that some recording artist like Alice Cooper and Eminen had real trouble separating who they were from the stage persona. She hoped that never happened to her, she hadn’t enough other lives rattling around her head without adding another one. She snatched the mic and stand and swinging it around walked to the edge of the stage. “Do you know WHO I AM, well do you? I’m Annice Stone and I came here to sing, and I’m blooding well going to sing if you like it or not.†With that she began to belt out a song “I-I, I’m not living life I’m not living right I’m not living if you’re not by my side Oooh-ohhh†She wasn’t quite sure why she’d pick that song it wasn’t even a favorite of her. Especially as it had that creep Chris Brown in it, she’d love ten minutes with him alone in a room, but somehow it seemed to remind her of this lot. Merge three rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders “Now I’m not one to stopped good music, but we’re going to have to cut your feed.†As she spoke the microphone went dead and there was a blur around her and there was another Merge beside her. The two Megres moved with surprising speed up onto the stage deftly avoiding the swinging Mic stand and grabbed Agnes arms, whilst she remembers not to show her full strength and allow herself to be restrained.

She tossed her bag over to Kit, with perhaps a little more force than necessary. But first she slipped out her goggles, she wanted to know if Kit was about to use anymore of her magical abilities. “Please be careful with that it’s got some of the devices in there that I use to fight crime, some of us don’t have magic to rely on. You’re lucky I don’t have Dyrnwyn, my sword, on me it has a habit of burning the unworthy…†She gave a little sigh “Okay that was a little uncalled for; I’ve said my piece I’ll shut up about it now. But I hope Mali arrives soon so we can get this over with.â€

She took the form and responding to his grin with one of her own. “A lot of people seem to have trouble with my name; most people tend to call me Blod.†She wasn’t quite happy with that, but over the last few months she’d gotten use to people using that name. Far more than when people called her Cerys. She took one of the seats, the one furthest from John and began to careful fill out the form, choosing where to tell the whole truth and where to bend it a little. This Erik didn’t strike her as quite the person to check through everything she put down, but she didn’t want there to be anything that would make him suspicious. She really wanted to enjoy this, and hopefully many more, classes without having to answer any awkward questions about her identity.

“Missing person as well, I was also investigating rumours about this place. Something strange is going on here, and it’s all behind this door.†She pushed the door which open slightly “And seeing as I’ve gone to all the trouble of opening this perhaps we should team up to unravel it secrets.†“If you don’t mind taking the lead, I promise I’ll protect the rear.†She slipped the knife back into its holster “In some way it’s a shame we never exchanged blows, I’m a fairly accomplished swordswoman myself. Oh well perhaps another time…â€

“Now that was the thinking of a Soldier. Sometime your weapons are not these…†She squeezed his arms “…but what god has given you up here.†She tapped the side of her head “Perhaps a demonstration would be more enlightening.†She gave a wide grin “Go stand the other side of the street and observe.†When she could she he couldn’t be obviously seen she began to search her bag frantically among bouts of saying “Where is it†and “I’m sure I left in in her.†When Constance was sure that she the attention of the Waiter, and most of the Café, she threw her head in her hand and began to sob wildly. “Oh my I had my purse in me when I left the house, some ruffian must have stolen it.†She managed between large sobs “And this was a treat for my husband, I saved so long to afford this. And he’s leaving this very day to serve our Republic in the Army. And my foolishness has ruined everything, everything.†At the end her voice a heartbroken wail. The Waiter has a concerned look on his face, partly for this sobbing idiot of a woman, and partly the fact that she could potentially drive away customers. Quickly he came to a decision. “A potential hero of the Republic, how could I spoil such a special day. The coffees are on me, no don’t argue I insist.†He carefully maneuvered her away from the table and back onto the street. As he did Constance winked at Rene and behind his back threw some money onto the table, enough to pay for the coffees and a very generous tip. She crossed the road and re-joined Rene. “Maybe Diderot is true when he described women as unscrupulous as to their methods.â€

“I suppose there is some logic in that. I’m still not 100% convinced about this, but if it keep you two happy. But this is a onetime deal, at least when we dealing with our friends.†She gave them both a scowl giving particular effort to Kit, but didn’t do anything that would give the act away. Instead she leaned against a tree trying to act as nonchalant as possible. She then relaxed giving a fairly accurate version of Tona’s stance. Not that bad considering they’d know each other for only a short amount of time.

Agnes gave one of her full megawatt smiles and turned on the charm. She was a little out of practice but she still knew how to charm people when she put her mind to it. “If we wanted the second best we’d have stayed in Freedom City. But we wanted the best man in the field so we came all the way to Boston, to you Dr Highfollow.†She filed the name away, or at least what he’d gave them, in case he could be useful or was important to the case. “So this Archaevirus how would you go about curing it? And with some speed as well, we don’t have the luxury of time…â€

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After a frustrating night of chasing rumors Lucy was a little downbeat. She’d almost consider trying to track down some actual Vampire to ask their opinion, but she wasn’t quite sure how they would react to her presence. But the young one couldn’t stand the light and anything old enough to still be up would cause more problem than they were worth. So instead she wandered down to the hospital to check on the only survivor, hopefully he’d would have recovered enough to answer a few questions. “Hi there I’m Lucy Harker; I’m here to see Doctor Wessex about a patient.â€

Constance gave a small smile “I hope that it doesn’t come to that. It would be a shame to spoil those looks. No I have a better idea, let’s suggest we can give her what she wants.†She sipped her coffee and let that idea sink in.†“With the death of his father Louis XVII became the King of France, despite being of the tender age of nine. Currently we’re holding him over there in the Temple.†She waived towards an ugly imposing fortress. “If we we’re seen entering the building to talk to Louis, and I’ve no doubt that the Monarchist are watching the place, we can then claim we have found a way to free there King.â€

It had been a little while since she’d done any lock picking and so intent was she on getting it right she wasn’t checking for other visitors to the basement. Cursing inwardly she slowly stood and turned, casually drawing a throwing knife behind her back. Just in case things went bad. “I don’t suppose you’d believed I’d that lost my key’s?†as she spoke she remember her distinctive accent, but it was too late to hide the fact. She scanned the room looking for the owner of the voice, the lame humour was just there to earn a few moments. “Could I ask why exactly you’re down here?â€

Agnes had worried a little how they would react to a 6ft tall Woman of Colour, but they seemed to be cool with her being there. Or maybe they were all just all too tired to care. Now let’s see if they could deal with her being British. “Well I have done some Medical Work I’m a qualified Doctor and all. I can’t cook for toffee thought, I can burn water...†That would explain the healing power, and get her out of cooking duties. She let the married line slide, it would stop them thinking she was a camp follower. She hopped up onto the wagon and offered her hand to Subito. “Hop up honey!†she grinned at him before turning to the Captain “I’m Agnes Stone by the way.â€

Blodeuwedd normally planned for everything, but today she was a little tizzy. For today she’d get to train under a real honest to god Freedom City swordsman. She shouldn’t be quite so excited about just a training session, but somehow the sword wielders of Freedom City had certain mystique about them. She’d even bough herself proper workout clothes figuring her body armour would be to obvious, a despite her all her instincts she’d left Dyrnwyn at home. She did however have a few throwing knives in her purse just in case. She thought she’d thought of everything until she walked through the door, early but not too early, and saw John sitting there. Perhaps she should have asked the school for permission, she didn’t peg John as a tattle tale but best not to take any chances. She slipped in a near perfect local accent and hoped John wouldn’t make the connection between Blodeuwedd and Cerys. “Hi there I’m Blodeuwedd. I called ahead about taking a class her today.â€

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