Tiffany Korta

“It was nothing I just did what was necessary.†She brushed herself off and strode toward the window, looking at her reflection in the window. “Do you think I’m the woman was right? That I’m some kind of un-dead?†Lucy smiled weakly “I’m sorry to burden you; I’m still dealing with everything that’s happened to me in the last week.†She took a deep breath despite not need to breathe. “A week ago it was 1927 and I died, I wake up and it 2011.†So what do you think, do I deserve the axe? She gestured toward the hunter abandoned weapon.

So if I understand this kicker thing correctly it puts the character in peril and also changelles an aspect of there personality. With that in mind how about this for Revenant. "Lucy tasted blood in her mouth, but all she could think of was how healthy her skin looked. The gangster lifted up her face and looked into her big brown eyes. "Long time ago one of our family tried to kill you. Guess I'm going to have to finish the job""

It had been a while since she had been waited on hand and foot and she was going to enjoy it for all it was worth. “Of cause Mr Peabody. With your fine food and drink I may even be inclined to join in a sing song. If you don’t mind me doing so of cause. And I’m sure no one will give me any trouble.†She gathered up her outdoor clothing and her umbrella, know the vagaries of the London weather. “Before I partake of your fine establishment, I believe I shall take in the air and enjoy the sights of the fair city.†With that she left the Fat Goose to the cool early evening air of the city.

Lucy felt a little embarrassed standing in the queue for the faire. Deciding to attend on a whim, after seeing a flyer on her explorations of the old Westside of the town, she now felt decidedly underdressed compared to the medieval finery on display in just the queue. Still the sunglasses were required what with her distinctive eyes; she was beginning to get recognized by a few people around the city. Still it was something she hadn’t tried before, the idea hadn’t been even conceived when she was young. Still it was lovely day and everyone seemed to be in a good mood. What could go wrong?

Looks like you've got a lot of intrest going on! How many of these do you want to limit yourself to? I might have an idea, but I don't want to take up "all" your time :)

Lucy smiled weakly as she picked herself up. “You wouldn’t believe the day I’ve had, actually the whole week been a little hectic.†She brushed herself down, noticing that the suit seemed completely unharmed by the entire encounter. Which was another strangeness on top of the day’s events. “Thank you for your help Silhouette. I’m not sure why they attacked me…“ though I suspect I know why “…but I would have struggled without your timely help.†She gestured to the hunter tied up “Does this kind of thing happen every day? Is it a normal occurrence?â€

I'm still in if you'll have me.

Annice smiled as a thought crossed her mind. “M… I assume that Ada was the kind of woman that would have been seen around town? If so wouldn’t it be a good idea for her to be seen in one of her old haunts? See if it shakes anything, or anyone, loose.†She gave one of her most charming smiles. “Of cause I’ll need some spending money, I double they take US dollars around here. I assume that this job has some kind of expense account?†Just to settle the thing she gave her best puppy dog eyes and hoped that M was that kind of father who couldn’t read his daughters wishes, and couldn’t say no to them.

A Revenant, a creature returned to life after revenge. She thought of the last person who used that name and who took her life. But now was probably not the time to dwell on such thing. Seeing the woman running away she decided to stop the woman, after all she needed answers. She kicked off towards the woman and accelerated towards the hunter, only to continue accelerating faster than she had every gone before. Faster than she had ever seen anyone travel. In shock she lost her footing tumbling to the ground just behind the fleeing woman. Swearing in several different languages she picked herself off the ground as the hunter disappeared into the night.

Okay my Notice roll (1d20+9=18)

Iniative : 1d20+2=12

No no no no There was no way that Bloody Nora was going to win this one. She kicked off and accelerated forwards, not letting anything in her way slow her down. The door shattered into pieces as she threw herself bodily through the wood, continuing to pick up speed. As she came out into the open she saw Steve struggling with someone else, she couldn’t make them out in the scuffle but she assumed the other would be Bloody Nora. She set her face in a look of grim determination and aimed herself towards the struggling assailants.

Not one of her best, but she was happy that she had done it. She listened with her best game face as Mr Rattlepike tore apart he entire performance. She had however been insulted and criticized by professionals; he had nothing on the undiluted bile of the red top critics at full steam. Cause the fact she could launch him into orbit if she wanted help soften the blow. She smiled sweetly. “I’m not sure I can be quite as gay as you Mr Rattlepike, but I’ll try my best.†She tried to keep the ice out of her voice. “I feel sorry for your loss, I feel in some small way I understand the angelic Ms Wheatley.â€

Time to show off her talents Peform (Singing) 1d20+7=17 That top end routine and borderline great. Let's see what the think...

She stood on the stage looking out at all he seats feeling like she was six playing dressing up. It reminded her of when she first auditioned to be a star standing there looking nervously, until she had to open her mouth to sing. What a lot of people forgot through all the vocoder and manufactured sound was that little Agnes could actually sing. A song came to her there a personal favourite of her mother. She took a deep breath and began to sing. “Baby, you understand me now if sometimes you see that I'm mad. Don't you know that no one alive can always be an angel? When everything goes wrong, you see some bad. But I'm just a soul whose intentions are good; oh Lord, please don't let me be misunderstood.â€

What I'm not bluffing! Bluff Roll : 1d20+9=15, I don't think she find me attractive so I left off the +4. Snackable maybe, but not attractive .

“Don’t you dare! You have a problem with me you come out and meet me.†Unusual for Lucy she actually sounded angry at Nora’s comments. She forced herself to calm down. “I tell you what if you want me so badly her you go. Take a bite I won’t resist. Then we can talk.†she held out her wrist as offering them for Nora to feed. She just hoped she could survive Nora snacking. She scanned the area trying to spot Bloody Nora to try and intercept her before she could harm anyone else. She didn’t want her little crusade to get anyone hurt, everyone her seemed to be a pawn of someone else, even by the sound of it Bloody Nora.

No one get to leave yet! Going to close with Hunter 2 and do a trip. First the attack 1d20+10=27, now an opposed Strength check against her Stregth, Dexterity of Acrobatics. I roll a 1d20+9=10, thats not good.

Her porcelain white skin didn’t show it much but Lucy actually blushed a little at Silhouettes response. “I’m sorry I’ve a little behind the time.†about 80 years or so “Has the term changed for costumed heroes?†Her face hardened at the hunters comments calmly more than she would expect she considered her options. Without taking her eyes off the woman she maneuverer herself around Silhouette and bought her elbow back. This time it contacted with the man with a satisfying umph. “I’m not sure what you’re one about, but I defiantly don’t drink blood.â€

Going to switch back to the original hunter 1d20+10=30, yay a critical. Just going to stick to the extra damage so a Toughness save at 31.

Un-dead. Was she un-dead like the vampire? She thought she had died; she had heard the shot and felt the bullet. But now was probably not the time to dwell on such thing. Best to deal with these two maniacs and wonder about such things later. “So do axe wielding maniacs normally come in his and her pairs?†The man was down, best to try and take down this newcomer. “Does no one in this city still not know better than to attack a Mystery Woman?†Without breaking her stride she spun round and caught the woman in the stomach. “I guess not.â€

Straight fowards unarmed on the new guy : 1d20+10=23, so Toughness 26 save.

Wow an honest to god Mystery Woman! This was the closest she’d ever gotten to one even during the trial. She gathered herself and tried not to sound to star struck. “Hello there I’m Lucy, thanks for the help.†Even among the hero worship she knew enough not to take her eye off the mad man. She side stepped another sweep of the axe, getting more limber she swung her arm and landed a solid blow to his face. “He seems to like me, can I keep him?†she smiled “Just what have I done to annoy you so much?â€

Another simple strike (1d20+10=28), much better. So that a DC 26 toughness save.

Lucy saw him just before he attacked some mad man coming at her with an Axe! It had been a while, well longer now than before, but her street fight skill from her youth kicked in. She stopped in her stride and bought out an elbow hoping to catch the attacker in the face. Her long “sleep†however must have left her joint a little stiff or she was still a little off as the elbow missed him by a wide margin. “As a welcome to this brave new world goes you could have done better.†God even her voice sounded different.