Tiffany Korta

Lucy had to admit she didn’t quite understand why the Ambassador had such a problem with Leviathan, but he seemed to drawing all his ire, despite Lord Steam and her own efforts. Maybe she was trying too hard to solve the problem of why he was attacking, because she wasn’t really paying attention to were exactly her target was, her blow only just made contact with target. It was a clumsy blow and she had to readjust her stance to avoid landing on her butt. She swore softly and quite creatively in Russian. She’d had to take the pressure off of Leviathan soon, she wasn’t sure if he could take much more of that punishment.

Simple hit again 1d20+11=15, ugh so close.

She carefully put down the glass so as not to spill any or even break the glass. “So this man was hiding his knowledge in full sight like in a Holmes story.†She didn’t ask how he knew that is was accurate; he wouldn’t give a straight answer anyhow. “And this man wrote about another like Nora or even myself.†She was still a little uncomfortable admitting her own state. “And I assume you know more than just this one sighting or reference. Unless you ask me here to enjoy my fine company and the expensive, oh so expensive, claret?â€

“Yes when a woman in a fabulous dress tells you something is hinky about a picture you listen to her.†she gave a broad grin “More wine?†She topped his glass up with a generous helping of a very expensive Claret. Did they still allow you to wash dishes to pay for a meal? “I’d try to charm you to find out exactly what you know about Nora, and how you appear to know so much. Occasionally I get these weird feelings about people and thing, like with the painting of Nora, and you my dear Rene are as they say off the scale. And it’s not all because of your Gallic charm.†She pour herself a glass of the Claret, for all she knew it could be paint thinner, still the act of drink it was enough. “Still one mystery at time, eh Monsieur.†She then proceeded to tell the tale of her discovery of the real nature and how after a small scuffle she had managed to subdue Nora and learn a little about her vampiric origin and her mysterious master. And finally how with the help of Nick Cimitiere, well to be fair he did all the work, Nora was able to start a normal life. She still couldn’t shake the feeling that the cunning Frenchman knew all of this already.

Thanks,I think Revenant would be best as YB went home forthe holidays .

Room for a little one? Would prefer to use Revenant but as she the top end of your PL (being 12) I'd understand if you'd prefer YB (who's only 8).

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Initative : Is this a good time to mention the major edits I put up last month and haven't gone through yet?

It was only a couple of days until her court date to legally become a citizen again and Lucy was nervous about how the case would go. After another whole day going over all the paper again looking for any flaw in her arguments she was a little frazzled and her normally sunny demeanor had evaporated. So when the telephone rung she was less than pleased. “WHAT!†Her tone softened at the sound of Rene’s voice, and she could probably do with a break. “Sorry, a Happy New Year to you too! Yes dinner would be a nice diversion.†She gave a small laugh her bad mood evaporation. “And we can discuss that dress you owe me. I’ll wear something purple for you. I assume you’d like to dine in your usual haunt?â€

I'd like to apply just enough force to break the lock without destrying the door. With my Super-Strength that would be 14 against the door.

Agnes signed and in an instantly resumed her Young Britannia form. “Oh well bugger all this subtly then. I assume both of you are armed in some way. If so I suggest you get ready. And try to stay behind me; I’m a little more bullet resistant than you two are.†She grabbed the rusted door and tensed her muscles ready to pull whilst the two gentlemen got ready behind her. “Everybody get stand back, and I suggest you don’t try this at home!†She them began to push the door inwards whilst striding forward hoping to take the door with her and catch the occupants by surprise.

k, Initative

Freedom Ledger, 4th January 2012 Undead woman declared “alive†In a city renowned for its moments of weirdness this has to be a first in the city. A woman has successfully argued in court that she is still legally alive, either though she is one of the “undeadâ€. It seems that when the unfortunate Lucy Harker was murdered in 1927 her grieving parents couldn’t bring themselves to file paper declaring her dead. By being able to prove her identity she is now able to legally resume her identity with all the benefits and commitments that entails. The judge also ruled that as Lucy only resumed her unlife last year the government couldn’t ask for any back payment of taxes prior to that date. Miss Harker herself said she was delighted by the decision and was hoping to be able to resume her previous career as a lawyer.

The creature formed itself a face, a cruel mockery of Starlight’s masked visage. It voice was croaky as if it was unused to speaking. “What I am is unimportant. The task is in hand the target will be killed.†The creature then seemed to lose all cohesion, flowing through Starlight’s fingers to form an inert puddle of pink goo at her feet. The creature seemed dead as much as it could be said to have been alive. On the wind Synth caught the barest hint of a scent from nearer the building, like the ex-creature before them but subtly different.

She gave a little mock bow. “Arthur C Clarke would disagree with you Monsignor, but thank you anyway.†She concentrated briefly and her normal, disguised, visage returned. She gestured towards the interior of the ship. “Unfortunately my Spanish only goes as far as Two Beers and No, I don’t want to dance. So you are going to have to do most of the talking Monsignor.†In her tiny little blow for feminism she pulled open a nearby hatch. “Shall we go and see if the crew are willing to help. I’ve had a couple of lucky days with sailors the past couple of days.â€

I think the second best fits the way I described the effect, so lets go with that. And thanks for doing the heavy lifting for me .

Try to make sure that any of those nasty little Inquistion don't see the glowing light that is YB landing on the ship.

Do you want me to spend a HP and work out the Concealment for my little firework display?

Agnes gave a sharp look at the Bishop comments, it probably didn’t help she was raised a good pagan girl. But despite being a small minded bigot who was in lust with a trollop (who looked just like her, let’s hope the Red Tops didn’t get hold of that) she needed his help. Instead she mumbled a rather creative insult in mandarin. Wait the Chinese! That gave her an idea. “Close your eyes it’s going to get rather bright out here.†It’s not something she’d ever tried to do, but hey it was just lots of coloured lights in the sky right? After a few moments concentration the sky was lit up with a sparkling array of firework, in multiple forms and colours, basically as many as she could remember. They weren’t perfect, she couldn’t get the sound just right but the display did blanket the sky around the ship in multiple lights. Hopefully unnoticed her and her two passengers touched down on the ship to see if the crew on board would be suitable allies.

Feel free

“The Voodoo guy I don’t know, he split after a deal went south. Don’t know the sorcerer either; they seem to only speak to the Don. The chic… woman name I do know the Don was screaming down the house with her name it’s…†“… Revenant.†The papers were ready to serve, hopefully she soon be able to legally be Lucy Harker again. But it wouldn’t hurt to get a little experience in the courtroom again. So the trail of the woman she and Bluesman captured, Lady Fatale, seemed a good chance to get back up to speed on the whole process. She didn’t expect to get involved so directly. Seems despite her disguise the prosecuting Lawyer had recognized her and today of all day she was asked if they could have a quiet word. “Sorry you were saying?†“One of the main witnesses, one of the hoodlums you took down, isn’t responding to our calls. We’ve dispatched the police but I wondered if you could take a wander down and try and convince him to show up tomorrow.†Court was over for the day, and she had some time to spare, so she decided to wander down to Southside to run this guy in. After all what was the worst that could happen?

np, feel free to show off your athletic prowess.

Lucy rolled her eyes that was the problem with people today no sense of drama. “I know a deal a deal. Still doesn’t mean I can’t offer these people a way out now does it?†In one solid motion she stood up snapping the chain binding her. “Sorry guy the offers off the table. I’ll try not to hurt you too much. Him on the other hand…†Allowing for the element of surprise she crossed the warehouse to put herself between the Haitian and the gangsters. She gave them all an evil grin. “So gentlemen give me your best shot.â€

Agnes really wanted to wave back to the dockworker or at least give a little barrel roll, but that would be a little unfair to her passengers. Instead she called out a little greeting in Mandarin and just for luck Cantonese. Luck some of her past selves had spent some time out in the orient. “I’m afraid stealth is probably not an option gentlemen. Is it worth trying to talk to these Inquisitors Monsignor?†She stopped to hover in the air a good distance from the Galicia, but close enough to see if anyone was moving around on deck. She even dialled down the glow, though a faint light still flared around her.

Lucy looked up into the eyes of the gangster and gave her warmest smile. “I’m a reasonable woman. I’ll give you one chance to surrender; otherwise, well I’ll have to hurt you all.†Just to be sure she tested her chains; she could feel the strength flowing back into her limbs. She’d have to act fast before he noticed her skin paling again. “If you do have to shoot could you at least use the old scare? Waste not, want not and all that.†A tiny bit of her was still a little unsure and scared that another bullet to the brain could hurt or even kill her again, but she had to trust that the Haitian would keep his side of the bargain.