Tiffany Korta
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So much for normality. “That right Monsieur, what was I thinking? Though I think your missing something with this ‘dry’ research. The thrill of the chase, the wonder of discovery…†Her delivery was as dry a Rene “As for my what I found out. It’s all here it Mrs Winona Webb journal.†She tapped the open pages in front of them. “As a carefree young youth she ah… borrowed the painting of Bloody Nora from the painters house. One Felix Dunn. It seems the painting was unnerving them both.†“I’m not an expert on magic but I think the painting is linked to the person, like that Oscar Wilde book. Maybe by hiding away that painting Mrs Webb saved peoples lives.â€
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She slumped in relief at the kind old man assurance of her sanity. “Don’t worry Sancho I’m not planning to bring you along whilst I tilt at windmills.†She laughed at her own bad joke, a little too long perhaps. “My life since I returned to the city has been complicated. Things have changed rapidly, it's like I woke up after 80 years asleep†which was a version of the truth “I fancy a nice breakfast with, I hope, my new friend. Then maybe later you can find me the address of the old home of this poor artist.†She relaxed give him a friendly, yet hopeful look “I fancy a few perfect moments of normalcy in this crazy city.â€
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She stood behind him, flicking through the pages until she found the pages with the strange scribbling’s. She lean down and pointed to the relevant passages. “Say’s here she found Bloody Nora in his home. And his unfortunately end. I’m beginning to think the two are linked, as crazy as that sound.†Aw hell, in for a penny… “Look this may sound crazy, even I think it sound crazy. But I think that the painting is linked to the real Bloody Nora. And I need, for my peace of mind, need to know if that was true.†Taking a deep breath, she slid back into her seat. “I’d understand if you wanted to leave right now, walk away from the crazy lady. But if not I would appreciate any help you could give.†she managed a weak smile.
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“Har-ker†she corrected automatically “I’ll have the same please Monsieur.†Catching up with his last comment she looked at the old man strangely; he was just full of surprises. Then again so was she. “I hear Paris is a wonderful city. My brother talked of it often in his letters; he was stationed there during the War before being sent to the Western front.†She paused for minute lost in her thoughts of her long gone family. She pulled the journal from her purse “Sorry I got a little side-tracked there. I managed to track this down.†She put the Journal down in front of Rene. “The poor woman was the owner of the painting I saw last night.â€
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This needs to go quick Revenant though, the two of them are dangerous and I can’t risk harm to Kapalini. So in a totally unsubtle move she pushed herself up on the counter, only to bring an hand down on the Mage’s shoulder. The strike must have hit true as the Mage just simply crumpled to the ground in shock. Meanwhile Kapalini had also focus on the Mage, probably for similar reasons, though she chanted her incantation nothing seemed to have happened. The Golem and simple creature of magic focused on Revenant, crashing through the counter it struck a solid blow with its massive fists. A surprised Revenant went flying through the doorway into the store room beyond, thumping into the rear wall of the store.
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Lucy bit her lip and actually felt a little guilty at waking the old man, she'd simply forgot the time in the excitement. “If it helps he was active in the 1920’s, so it was probably before your time.†though she mused not mine, what she was 23 back then? So where did you take a curmudgeon of a Frenchman for breakfast? “Like I said last night Rene I’m still a little new in this City, so why don’t you pick a spot and I’ll pay?†she hope he didn’t have expensive tastes. Did they still allow people to wash dishes to pay?
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Revenant : A simple girl of simple strikes : (1d20+10=23) Mages save : (1d20+10=17). Stunned and Bruised. And knocked prone. Kapalini going to try to stun the mage, to hit (1d20+3=21) Mages save vs 17 (1d20+10=24), Mage is fine. Golem is going after Revenant. (1d20+7=27) ouch a critical. Revenants save vs DC 28, (1d20+10=23), Stunned and Injured. Is it wrong that I’m the first to hurt my own character? Oh and a 25ft knockback.
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Apart from the whole helping people in trouble this is what she was looking for when she tried to transfer over to criminal law. Putting together all those little clues to work out what really going on. And she was almost there. The other things she learned was that if you wanted to find something ask an expert. She stood to a cascade of early morning dew and went back inside. She had to carefully dial the number on the card, telephone number were a lot simpler in her day, she missed the operators. “Hello Rene… Yes I’m sorry it’s so early I’m an early riser… How about I make up for it and buy you breakfast and you can tell me everything you know about the artist Felix Drum.â€
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She smiled at the old man; despite the circumstance of the meeting she really liked the old man. “Don’t worry I’ll make sure to keep you informed or not depending on what I find.†Her mother always said she was to caring taking in waifs and strays to look after. Oh well another friend to keep an eye on, one more for Revenants menagerie. Despite the nagging need to know she didn’t look at the journal on the way home; there were way you had to do these things. No she waited until she was home and in her favourite location to just sit and take in information. Sitting on the roof outside her room she opened the journal to the first page, planning to spend the night reading the book.
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Lucy let the twins pick up a little distance, before starting off behind them. With their various powers they were difficult ti follow, but she made her best effort to keep them in view. As she walked she tried to remember what she knew about the Dutch. She knew little back in her own time, apart from several very good insults, and times had certainly changed. Still if these two were anything to go by the Netherland were in good hands, and they were more than capable of helping out. She happily walked along humming a little tune under her breath and wiggling her toes in her “lucky†boots.
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Ah the complicated questions, what was it that they say “Any good lie should contain the truthâ€. She gave her best charming smile. “It seems your mother and my family were involved it some incident. Something that went unreported. I’m trying to find out exactly what happened.†She hugged the book to her body. “I promise you that no harm will come to this book. I’ll look after the book and you to the fullness of my capacity.†And another smile, more confident this time. “And I am very capable indeed.†Well it was mostly the truth except for on tiny detail.
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Lucy took the book gingerly, feeling a little guilty at how excited she was to get hold of the book. She wondered, not for the last time, whether she was getting a little to focus on this Bloody Nora. Well it my last chance to catch the big white whale. She had to supress a laugh at her own thoughts; at least she had a thin grasp on reality. She looks kindly at the poor old man. “This could take a while, and it is getting late. I’m happy to just sit here and read the journal, but if your happy to I’ll take it away to read.†She looked into his eyes giving a gentle look “I promise you I’ll return the journal as soon as I’m finished.â€
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To be polite she accepted the drink from the poor man’s shaking hands. She touched him gentle on the hand and gave him an encouraging little smile. "I'm sorry to have to bring up, it must be very painful for you. And I wouldn't ask this if it's wasn't important. I promise after this she won't bother you anymore, I'll make sure of that." She let go of his hand and gave him a confident look. "I just need a little more information about the painting. Did you mother keep a diary or journal?"
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k, Diplomacy (1d20+10=19) Ooohhh so borderline!
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Lucy always had one flaw as a lawyer; she always had trouble lying to her clients. Especially if it was something important. “Hello there I’m Lucy Harker. And I’m afraid I’ve nothing to sell or revelations to bring. Actually I’m here to find answers, and I hope you can help me?†She was charming and respectful in equal measures, but moved her foot gently to block the door closing, just in case. “I believe that poor Winona, god rest her soul, knew something about Bloody Nora. Something so terrible she shut herself away for years. I’m here to find the truth and make sure people know what she went through, and that nobody has to go through this ever again.†She look hopeful at William hoping she had said enough to convince him.
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pc Ms. Britannia (PL 11) - Tiffany Korta (Gold)
Tiffany Korta replied to Tiffany Korta's topic in Archived Characters
Right I've put a bit of thought into this. Apart from the first couple of months she'll spend the majority of time in the UK, as you've pointed out she strongly tied to the country. The idea is give her a tie to the US so she travels there for a couple of days every couple of months, it means limiting the number of thread she can apear in but it makes better sense to me. The person she is means she can't help but get involved in helping people, despite being so far from home. -
I've assumed like as you said I've taken my time to do all the research, a big advantage of not needing to sleep!
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After that she left the comfort of the library to have a quick wander around the Centennial Circle, she considered entering the District Courthouse but now probably wasn’t the time to revisit that part of her life. Another series of rail and bus and she was in the vicinity of Cobbleback Lane. The area was a little run down and people were a little wary of her, but after spending a few hours asking around, a big smile and a friendly manner still went a long way. The poor woman seemed to be scared of the night hiding away a painting of Nora, from her limited finding a murdered and cannibal, she had one of her strange hunches that the two were in some way connected. Oh well only more place to try. As the afternoon turned into evening she stood before the faded glory of poor Mrs Webb former adobe. With barley a hint of apprehension she knocked on the door.
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The granite façade that was the Central Library hadn’t changed much since her time. She gave April the Sphinx a little pat on the claw for luck as she climbed the step. She passed by the computer, though she was beginning to get a hang on them, and instead went for the unchanging silence of the shelves. The system hadn’t changed since her time and after only a few hour searching she found out all she needed about Mrs Winona the owner. She felt a little sad that almost all of this poor old woman’s entire life had passed whilst she had slept. Then again she’d have to get use to this; she supposed that she was even older than Rene.
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Despite Rene departure Lucy managed to enjoy the reminder of the party, her mood having been lifted by the entertaining Frenchman. The rest of the evening and night she spent watching television and catching up on her reading. Such was the downside of never having to sleep. First thing in the morning she took the bus then the monorail into the centre of Freedom City. Sure she could have walked it but she enjoyed the hustle and bustle of everyday people around her, especially the sudden rush when a hero passed by. Not expecting trouble she had put on a simple t-shirt and a pair of jeans, clothing that would have been considered scandalous for a woman to wear in her day and age. Just in case she had taken along her suit jacket.
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Actually as she hasn't made her mind up about Nora I was going to start with the house, find out what I can about the owner. First the library then the streets around the home. Which I hope is something I can do with my skills.
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I'm more or less patied out. Time for a bit of research I think. To the LIBRARY! :)
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Lucy watched the taxi pull away, momently lost in her own thoughts. Hmmm, there’s something about that old man, defiantly more than meets the eye. Defiantly someone to keep an eye on and if possible keep on his good side. First thing tomorrow she’d do a little bookwork on 16 Cobbleback Lane, and then a little field work. But the rest of the night, well that was all hers. She was actually beginning to enjoy herself, something else to thanks Rene for… She returned to the party with a spring in her step.
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Lucy stood up and dusted herself down. She gestured toward the pale twins. “Well I’m no expert, but I don’t expect that the traps are calibrated for out two friends there.†She looks thoughtful for a few seconds. “So it’s probably best if we travel in roughly the same order, I still think I’m uniquely capable of taking the lead. With the twin a good distances ahead so they don’t get caught in any of our blunderings.†She looked at the King of Suits “But you’re the boss, I’ll go with your call.†She looks around at the other awaiting their responses.
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“Of cause Monsieur I understand completely. I can’t begin to thank you for your help, if there is any way to return the favour, don’t hesitate to ask.†She scrawled a number on a carefully folded napkin “As I said I’m not yet established so I’ll have to give you a friends number.†handing the napkin to Rene. She leant forward and gave Rene a little peck on the cheek; then into his ear she whispered. “And you can owe me for the dress.†All smiles Lucy again offered her arm “But at least let me walk you to the door.â€