Tiffany Korta

Lucy gave her friendliest smiles at the guards. She was mildly irked, but mostly because they were putting themselves into danger. “I’ll be happy to help clear up this misunderstanding. I just need to clear something up with my friends.†As she turned to the two vampires her smile failed, a stern no business face of someone who meant business. She kept her voice down so security couldn't hear, hoping that there confusion would buy her some time. “So how does this work? The Doctor is under my protection, and this operation stops now! I’m sure you both want a chance to take me down, prove yourself the better in the eyes of your Master…â€

Lucy gave a little laugh, not an unpleasant sound “I’m afraid it’s probably me. I’ve convince them I could do all the heavy lifting to save on expensive equipment. But the Imam seems to think that I’ll suddenly burst into flame, I suppose this doesn’t help…†She pulled back her hood revealing an attractive face, if not on the pale side. The only thing that suggested anything amiss was her eyes, two orbs of inky blackness. “Hello there I’m Lucy Harker, I sometime go by the name of Revenant.†She gave a bright warm smile.

Suppressing a smile, it was a serious situation after all. With only a small flourish, she wasn’t one to show off especial among her betters; Blodeuwedd put Dyrnwyn back into its scabbard and offered it to Medraut “Probably best not to bring Cold Iron to their home, it might be seen as impolite.†She checked that her other equipment was in working order, luckily her knives were ceramic. “Whilst they might not be the enemy I don’t trust her majesty either.†She looked expectantly at her Supervisor “I assume you have a plan if thing go wrong, and an extraction point hopefully.â€

Blodeuwedd All You Need Is Hate Ants among the Flowers Blod in the Air y dDerwen Paint the Town A Silence Loud The Espadas School: You Hold This End Twilight Tag Revenant Adrenaline Rush A rock big enough Movie Night in West end Young Britannia OVERTHROW in Freedom Hall! Slave to Time - Part 2 Medical Maladies Right by my Side Studio time GM'ing Gallia Falling, part 1 - The Death of Kings Gallia Renaître A Convocation of Eagles Digital Love Starlight's were meant to fly (GM points to Revenant please)

“The clues in the name honey. I’ve been asked about it a couple of time. Not subtly either, it’s just the people I tend to work with.†Standing up Merge gave a broad smile “Probably best if we travel separately, less questions that way. Unless you want all the gossip pages talking about you with your criminal girlfriend.†She leant in and wrote the address on a napkin and then gave him a small kiss on the cheek. “Well that should give them something to talk about. You’ve got reputation to keep up after all.â€

“I’d warn you about dealing with power spirits like this, they tend to entwine themselves around other fates. But I’m afraid that Robespierre and myself have dragged you into this world. The worst you could do is understand the world you’ve been pushed into.†It sounded like she was trying to convince herself as much as him. “No one knows exactly what they are, they don’t exactly seem keen to tell anyone and the scholars know little about them. It’s probably why you’ve not read about them. But every country seems to have one and they twist and change, grow and shrink in number, with the fortunes of their lands they inhabit. At time of crisis they offer to bond with a host giving them certain abilities to aid the women, and it’s mostly women, in completing a task.†She leaned forward a hint of anger in her voice “But Gallia is wrong somehow, her time has gone she should have surrendered to fate. And that voice of hers I suspect that she not just inhabiting our poor Countess she controlling her.â€

The Imam, with a smile, directed Asad toward one of the foreman’s in charge of the building. After a few seconds thought the foreman, what do you do with a Billionaire Businessman with powers who wants to help, he directed Asad towards the truck at the back of the site. “Maybe you could help Lucy unload the truck?†he looked around conspiratorially “Be warned she a little on the strange side.†He gesture towards whom, Asad had to assume, was the woman in question. The woman herself seemed quite innocuous, hand in her jeans pockets whistling a little tune to herself.

I am of cause trying a massive Bluff, with Skill Mastery that gives me 21.

As they walked Blodeuwedd explained her question about magic. <<â€Magical Traditions are a little like Martial Arts styles. They all have there different styles and techniques, there strengths and there weaknesses. They can also inform a person decisions making them interested, sometimes to extremes, in achieving or finding certain goals.â€>> As if to illustrate this very point the guard was turning them away for what seemed a very Norse like mythic reason. <<â€I have an idea. Just get ready whilst I try this just in case this doesn't work.â€>> she told Myrmidon through there private link. “Of cause you’ve not been told.†Ignoring how strange her “new†voice sounded she put on the world weary tones of those who had to complete a job despite their betters. “It seems he know fears that these intruders are some kind of interference from Jötunheimr. We’ve been issued with these special weapons.†She gestured to the perfectly normal weapons they borrowed “And guard the giants in case they try anything.â€

Without a word Blodeuwedd got up from her kneeling position, picking up the sword as she did, and padded her way over to where Erik was stood. Her face displayed little emotions as she stood opposite him and gave a little bow. As she did all this she considered her options. Normally when facing an unknown, and superior, opponent she would have adopted a defensive posture. The circumstances wouldn't allow that however so her second option would be a series of feints to distract from her actual attack. Her only advantage was that she had been trained with a mix of fighting styles, something she now used to her advantage. She adopted a stance that suggested one type of attack, a quick feint that suggest a second whilst her actual attack was from a third unrelated form. She didn't expect it to work, but it wouldn't hut to try.

Sound like a bit of a crowded roof already but do you have room for Blod?

Do you have any ideas on what PL of characters you want? I'm tempted to put Revenant up for this...

Oh sorry I though we were decided :oops: . I like the idea so my vote is to go with it.

After Amir little speech the Imam led the community in a prayer, and gave a speech thanking everyone for giving their time and effort. With the ceremony now over the majority of the press drifted away, apart from the few who were either interested in the building itself or the superheroes taking part in the building. “Thank you for your help today, you’re welcome to stay and help out if you wish. I’d understand if not, you a busy man after all, but if you could visit us when the Mosque is finished?â€

Constance gave him a serious look and for the first time Rene was almost certain she was telling the truth “I will do everything in my power to make sure that the Countess isn’t harmed. But it is important that the spirit possessing her is entrapped within, if Gallia escape she will just inhabit another poor woman.†She managed a small smile “I know this must be new to you and seem strange but I have a little experience in these manners.†She paused a little a seemed saddened, could she be feeling some kind of kinship with the Countess. “Eventually Marianne could absorb Gallia into herself, after all they are both part of the spirit of France. But right now Gallia is too strong for this to happen, the Countess will probably have to be imprisoned for the rest of her natural life.â€

We haven't got to it yet but Rene's seen the picture and know Gallia, and host, have been trapped within. He also know that there is a method to release her, but not quite what it is...

Sophie was hopping around like a kid of Christmas Day and she hardly wait for them all to enter the room before throwing back the cover on the rather large canvas. “May I present The Countess of Domrémy.†The woman wasn’t what most would consider a classical beauty, her face had angular sharp features, but this gave her a rather startling noble bearing. In defiance to modern trend she kept her hair dark hair in a page boy style. Her clothes were obviously of high quality, but she was dressed in what were masculine clothes. Rene hadn’t seen either the woman or the painting in a couple of centuries but she still stirred many memories.

YB's initiative 1d20+1=16 Merge's 1d20+2=12 So we have Young Britannia : 16, 2 HP, Unharmed Starlight : 15, 4 HP, Unharmed Merge Trois : 12, GM, Bruised For ease we'll say that Starlight's already in the studio so can act normally this round. So we'll start with YB. Spend a HP for Move-By-Attack. So we have MOve Action : Fly into studio 1, then studio 2 Standard Action : Dazzle The two groups of Merge's are two separate groups so the dazzle won't affect those your fighting.

Agnus was torn between stopping Merge stealing all the cash and helping Starlight. Her own instincts and those of the Spirit. Wait why do I have to choose? I just need to slow the others down. With no time for subtly she took to the air building up her aura as she made her way from the control booth to the studio where the cash was being taken. Bursting through the door she made her way to the middle of the room. “Hate to do this and run but well, Lights… and well that’s about it.†She then let off one a burst of light from her aura filling the studio with a bright white light. Not pausing to check on the Merge’s in the room she took off straight back to the other studio to assist her friend. “I improvised we’ve got a little time to sort this lot out.†She gave her friend a bright smile.

Agnus gave a little sigh. She really wanted to be mad at Asad, it had been six months after all, but it wasn’t like she’d gone through a few crazy ady herself. The fact that with her heels she could look him in the eye for one… “Gail go make us a couple of coffees, then you can take the rest of the day off. Go say Stephanie I said hi.†She crossed her arms and her face looked stern but there was a softness in her voice. “How about we take a seat ever here or the office, though the chair here are better. And you can tell me the whole story in detail.†She managed a little wry smile “Maybe less of an info dump this time.â€

Lucy had decided to dress down for the day. After all the important thing was the building on the Mosque, not that there was someone like herself involved. So instead of her usual suit, she was wearing a pair of jeans and a hooded top, with the hood pulled up to hide her coal black eyes. Dodging between the children, who seemed fascinated with her shows of strength, she put the two pallets down. With only a glance at the hubbub going on at the front of the lot she returned to gather more pallets from the truck. The Imam gently guided Asad to where the foundation ceremony was to take place. The first stone had been carefully crafted with a prayer inscribed on it in both Arabic and English. As he walked the two toward the spot he whispered in Asad’s ear. “If you could make a quick speech about the event, then after a prayer you can lay the first stone.â€

Zenith Studio was her little pride and joy. Over the last few months she had built up a little stable of talents that whilst they hadn’t had an massive hits they were well regarded within there fields. Who knew she’d be a better businesswomen than she was a pop star. And all this despite the studio only having a small staff, who with no one using the studio today consisted only of herself and Gail. Gail was on the phone with Stephanie, her friend she was always going on about but Agnes had yet to meet despite her promises, when she looked up and saw Asad standing there. “Um Ms Stone I think you should see this?†“Gail I keep telling you call me Agnus…†Agnus stepped from her tiny office only to stop when she saw Asad “What is that idiot doing out there in the bloody rain.†She threw open the studio door and shouted in a very unladylike like manner “Oi you idiot get your arse in here before you catch your death of cold.â€

Blodeuwedd quietly sat and picked at the food. Like Subito she was happy for Lord Steam to do all the talking. It was for slightly different reason however, the best way she found to judge a person abilities was to watch and observe. So quietly she sat doing just that. Madame Vapeur for her part just sat there sipping on Champagne. Looking for all the world like she’d just stepped out of a Salon. “To understand my motives I think you should understand something about my origins. I was born in a backwater of the mighty Napoleonic Empire…â€

Despite the Queens assertion that anyone could ask a boon, it seemed prudent to still go through Medraut. She leaned in and whispered in his ear. “I think someone should go and explain to Subito what’s happening exactly. I not he’s bound to do something stupid like try and escape. Beside me and Branwen have found out something you need to see.†It was a logical decision, she knew Subito enough to know what he’d try and do. The less logical part of her brain wanted her to be chosen to give him the message, but she’d accept her supervisors’ decision. It was how she had been trained after all.

So all she had to do was keep Doctor Wessex safe, stop the two from harming anyone else and make sure none of the security got hurt. So no challenge there then. First Doctor Wessex. She made sure to step between him and the creature threating him, and then held up one of the chips she’d rescued from him stash. “I’m sorry doctor I was wrong, why don’t you take these and have another go on the tables.†She dropped the remaining chips into his hand, then raised them up in the air to talk with the security. “I’m afraid there has been something of a misunderstanding. Could I just have a minute with my friends before I leave?â€