Tiffany Korta

Lucy helped Nora up to her feet, draping her jacket over the woman. “How do you feel?†she gave a friendly little smile She turned to Nick. “Thank you again.†She lowered her voice hoping that Nora couldn’t hear “I’m no expert but will her master know that the links been broken? I want to make sure as much as possible she has the chance of normal life this time around. And I’m not sure how to get all the necessary documents you need in this modern world.†She turned back to Nora “Let get you back to my place and we can start building you a new life.â€

She gave a little laugh at his offer; he really was full of surprises. She had to fight down the obvious ego based question. Why her? If he could choose anyone in the city, if not the world, why choose her. “That’s a dangerous thing to ask a woman!†She thought about the perfect question as she ordered from the menu. “Why go public? I mean lots of heroes have secret identities. I know you must be in the public spot light all the time, and I almost know how that feels, but then the added pressure of being a superhero. If I had any kind of powers I not sure I’d be able to live like that.â€

The shifter struggled against Starlight grasp for a few seconds, but her hold was solid and the thing soon gave up. The creature seemed to relax slightly into a vaguely humanoid form. The creature gave Starlight a defiant look with it cold eyes, giving away nothing with its glare. Meanwhile whilst all the attention was on the conflict between Starlight and the shifter a ambulance rolled up and the two paramedics rushed into the building to help the injured CEO. Poor Rosemary would of course have be appalled by such turned of events, if she wasn’t watching in a mix or awe and horror at the fight between Starlight and the creature.

It's grapple roll So close but you have the blob for now.

Bluff roll (00:43:42) System: TiffanyKorta rolls 1d20 and gets (12)+9=21.

Revenant stood up to her full height and looked the Haitian square in the eye. Here she was as tall as him, rather than her normal tiny frame. “Then it seems we need each other at the moment. You wish to carry on living and I, as much as I enjoying living again, need to return to my undead state.†She gave a sly little smile “I would expect that someone like you know how to break my enchantment.†She gave a sad little look at the door behind her and the happy memories it enclosed. “Do this and I let you walk away this once. But if our paths cross again, well you can guess what will happen.â€

Well that explains that. “I’m afraid there’s been a ghastly mistake.†She made her voice as gushy as she could. She gently pushed herself away with the bishop and gave Mr Trowell and go with it look. Tears fill her eyes, and to think EastEnders turned her down. “I had hired a look alike as part of my act, she could barely sing but the two of use on stage together would have been sensational. But the poor girl has been kidnapped by those ungodly fiends.†She straightened up and whipped the mock tears from her eyes. “We must help this poor girl. I feel responsible to rescuing her from these… these people!â€

Lucy gave a disturbing little smile. “Well in that case…†Then she hit him in the face with all her force. Boy did that feel good. “You are a despicable little toad that didn’t deserve to be in the world in the first place. And whatever the cost I’m going to make sure you don’t go back there.†She looked up at the Haitian. “What would it take to banish him to the netherworlds? I guessing some kind of sacrifice, would I do?†She narrowed her eyes and looked down at the gangster. “Like I said you’re not going back whatever the cost.â€

As you've been working together for a while i'll assume you've both been commed up, even if it's just a calling each other on your phones. And as Pyre isn't taking the scenic route if you want you can get there before everyone else.

GM The man looked a little defiant for a moment but a quick glance at the Pyre quickly deflated his defiance. “Okay but you’ve gotta keep me safe. Not like poor Mike.†Seeming satisfied that a deal had been struck. “It began a couple of years ago when the new Don decided to bring in outside help. We use to be one of the big families but we’ve been on the decline for quite some time. He bought in some of those super villains, this one broa… woman she could make you do stuff. She was great for protection racks people would willingly pay up, but she a Mike got caught rolling some club…†“But then the Don goes all ape when he sees this pale bitc… hero, seems she helped the family fall all those years ago, and I mean all those years. So he gets himself an honest to god Voodoo Doctor and goes after her. I’m not sure what happened but he comes back and become obsessed with some dark magic. He bring in this weird sorcerer who has all these little weird demon to serve the, hand a foot.†“Then things got really weird when he found out that Mike had turned on the family, got us all together and his pet sorcerer showed use all as they did something to Mike, like one of those holograms things in the movies. Look I want you to see exactly what he’s done to Mike; you gotta really see it to understand.â€

Shucks :oops: Actually it's perfect for my timezone so ta.

She tottered over to the bar, weaving skillful through the throng of the crowd. She had to remind herself she was a cold hearted creature who wasn’t embarrassed but the occasional attention her appearance was garnering. The bar man looked up and gave her a knowing look. “Let me guess you’ll have a red wine?†“I don’t drink wine…†the barman began to roll his eyes at the obvious line “But I love a Manhattan. That’s if you, know how to make one.†The barman gave a little laugh “I not normally asked for one, but I think I can remember the ingredients. And on the house I insist. It’s not often someone surprises me like that.†After the drink, which was as far as she could tell quite good, she scanned the club until she spotted the VIP area, her goal for the night. Walking over to the bouncer there she gave him a little toothy smile.

Using all her patience and skills picked up from a predecessor, she carefully wrote out a note in the handwriting of Ada. She had to use a lot of guess work but she was starting to get a feel for Ms Wheatly. The note basically invited the Bishop up to this wonderful suite to share afternoon tea with her and discus the unfinished business between them. The last thing she needed was the verbal sparring that she suspected the Bishop would indulge in but she was hopeful to get the last piece of the puzzle. Of cause if he already had Ada he might just try to kill her but she could actually cope with that better.

Gonna use beginner luck to gain Forgery,taking 10 for a total of 15.That will cost me a heropoint and hopefully create a note good enough to fool the bishop.

Despite herself she gave a little blush at his blatant compliment. Let me she my day, well a jumper, a bank robbery, road accident and a little cat stuck up a tree. A normal day in other words. But what to tell Amir? She wasn’t quite ready to tell him about Young Britannia yet so a version of the truth. “Oh nothing major, just a few finishing touches to my album and planning to go home for Christmas. You should come visit me in London it nothing like Freedom City, but then nothing is, but it’s hot an energy all of it own.â€

GM In an almost perfect maneuver Whiplash caught the falling snitch just as his feet had left the edge of the building. The poor man clung tight to the superhero the spark of madness in his eye. “Look I’m sorry, so sorry. You gotta protect me from… from that…†he waved vaguely towards Pyre “it’s the Don he gone power crazy. First it was supervillians, but they just weren’t enough to him so he went for this all that mystical mumbo jumbo.†Whilst madness sparked into in his eye his face was a mask of seriousness. “You gotta protect my right? That’s what you people do. If you don’t believe me just go see what his power did to poor Mike. He was hiding out at 2012 Morrison Avenue.â€

Lucy spent the day watching Nora sleep, keeping any away any interested parties as she did. To keep herself occupied she read all the files and journals of the poor artist who Nora had sent slowly mad by her presence. The poor man had drawn her to this point; she couldn’t help remember that Nora had done this as she watched the woman twitch as she slept. There was something else that she kept coming back to; could Nick “cure†her to? She could go on and have a normal life away from all this craziness that was going on around her. But did she want to? Did she deserve to? There were people who depended on her being exactly who she was right now, and she didn’t feel she wanted to let go of this life right now. But there was an option there for the future if things ever did change. It was a little more difficult when Nora woke up; she had to keep her occupied until midnight, when she led Nora out to the location Nick had chosen for the ritual.

1d20=16, it is suitably intimidated.

The guard looked up into the visage of Starlight with a blank stare; it didn’t seem to actually understand any of words that were being said. He held the hero’s gaze for a few seconds seeming unsure how to react. It did seem to understand the tone of the question and finally decided to react in a suitable manner. It form again seemed to shift as it lost the form of the security guard and began to form into a blob of pink matter which began to writhe pseudopods of matter as it tried to retreat from Starlight.

Earlier that night “There that’s as tight as I can get it; I hope you didn’t like your liver.†Padma admired her work. “You know I don’t think a normal person could breathe in that thing.†Lucy was clad in a black dress an almost impossibly tight corset around her waist trying to keep balance on a pair of black lace up boots with an impressively high heel. Currently a giggling little Asha was providing some support as she stood. “That good it suggests that I might be a creature of the night. They go mad for that kind of stuff, so I’m told. They might have had a little less exposure to the real thing than I do. But now to the important business.†She started walking taking tentative steps in her massive heels.

The poor confused woman looked a little downbeat her last chance at freedom snatched away from her. “Okay Pat you right. But at least allow me to contact Ms. Hawthorn’s doctor. “ The two security guards, looking a little relieved that there wasn’t going to be a scene, gentle began to guide Rosemary back toward the Branson building home of the Roseus Corporation. Without thinking about the relevance they all carefully stepped over a blob of strange pink matter lying in front of them. Unseen by all a shadowy figure had formed by the door of the Branson building. After a few second it shaped itself into a new form it clothing for an instance becoming a kaleidoscope of colors, before it formed itself into the shape of the curly haired security guard.

k, Synth notices the strange pink matter with a nasty organic smell, and a trail going toward the Branson Building. Starlight notices that there is an extra of one of the security guards about to enter said building.

Okay a step and throw then. Move Action : Move 220ft. Attack : Throw man, 1d20+8=21.

Revenant decided that the Ambassador was unlikely to respond to the heroes taunts. Not that it wasn’t fun, but a constant barrage was just a little too much. Instead she just gave the Atlantean host a manic little grin as she manoeuvre around there leader. She shouldn’t but she’d always enjoy this since she was a kid. Spotting her chance she hit upwards catching the man in his stomach, maybe not the most honourable of blow but she had learned her fighting schools on the streets. The blow felt solid but the man was, like herself, tougher than he looked.

Let's gop for a simple attack again, that 1d20+11=24 to hit. So a DC 26 Toughness save.