Tiffany Korta

Spend a HP to stunt Super-Movement (Temporal) from my Light Control (Teleport). If you want I can try and work it all out, but I'm sure I've got enough to get the "distance" I need.

“I got to do something a minute, see if you can get anything from him." There were things she didn’t totally understand about her powers, some which the Spirit of Justice didn’t exactly hide but didn’t encourage her to find out. One was the nature of where all her stuff went when she transformed. One thing she didn’t want to do was deliver the chain these creatures desired right into their claws, even if it was stashed away. There was a trick she’d figured about her power, if she could move things through space she should be able to move them through time. To the crazy world of Quantum mechanics it was all the same thing. She wasn’t sure enough to try it on real people; inanimate objects were a different matter. Though she really did like this bag. Sending a quick text to her manager telling her that she might be gone a while and to use her emergency funds. The she returned it to her bag and with a bright flash of light she bended space and time, delivered her bag and all it contents to the safe (which only she knew the combination) in her studio when she left. “Right let get going.â€

Finally it was decided that the communities poor Imam would have the job of explaining to her that whilst they would happily accept her help, once finished they couldn’t allow her to enter the building. This Lucy took in her stride, it wasn’t exactly the worst thing someone had tried to do her for being undead, that would be trying to bury an axe in her head, and she could understand their reasoning perfectly well. So whilst the Imam and the community leaders, along with a few members of the press, waited for their special guest she was round the back of the lot single handily unloading pallets of bricks.

"Little India", West End 16th October 2012 The term Little India was a bit of a misnomer as people from all over South Asia had made this part of the West End their home. This included a sizable Muslim population, mainly from Pakistan, and today was a special day for the whole community. After several months of collecting and planning they were finally ready to start construction on a local Mosque. The plan was for the community to build the place themselves, mostly for the few of them who worked in construction, but on the first day the idea was that the whole community would pitch in to start the building. They’d even invited a prominent Muslim to lay the first stone of the Mosque. One problem them had to decide upon was a local resident Lucy Harker, also known as Revenant. It seems that this area was once her home and she had now resumed residence in the area, acting as a protector of all the residents of this part of the West End. The moments she had heard about their idea she was enthusiastic about the idea, attending all the meeting and generously donating money. The problem wasn’t that she was an outsider or even a woman; it was that she was quite openly undead.

Fort save for the Grue 1d20+2=3, yeah he's in trouble.

A voice spoke right beside his ear. “I have to go collect something, meet you, and me as well, there.†It was of cause Merge, but she was also sit right in front of him an enigmatic smile on her face. “I’ll answer the two question that everyone asks about my powers. She is me and I am her. We’re both aware of everything that the other is seeing. It’s like being in a room with hundreds of television and being able to watch and listen to each one. And then there’s taste, touch and smell as well…†She gave a little smile “And no, it’s just one Merge and one partner.â€

Gwyddbwyll Gwenddoleu ap Ceidio, or just Gwyddbwyll were more than just a pair of Night Vision goggles. There specially crafted lenses, which glowed an eerie green, allowed Blodeuwedd to see magical energies. And what she saw right now, a literal dread floating over the lake, did not fill her confidence. She used the circumstances to step back to beside Branwen and offered her Gwyddbwyll. â€I think you should see this, I think we might all be being played.†She whispered to Branwen in English this time, many of the Fae didn’t bother to learn any language beyond the original Celtic tongue.

“If you’d follow me.†The Avian spoke almost perfect English, though with a slight unidentifiable accent. He lead them through the corridors of the Vickie all sharp angles and steel in sharp contrast to the wood and padding of the Cressida. The dining room was similarly stark in it Stainless Steel design, in stark contrast to their host. She had changed her clothes into a flowing gown, a more practical version than those Lord Steam had seen on the streets of his home, in a bright scarlet. “Please take a seat and help yourself, I’m afraid I had to source locally so it’s not the finest to be had.†The table was filled with a variety of different dishes with a distinctive Gallic flare.

Constance leant against the room’s dresser and looked thoughtful for a minute. “It would make sense if she is as she claimed Gallia, you noticed the weird sound to her voice†she looked at the still confounded Rene “I guess not. Gallia is the spirit of France and the spirit that flows through the blood of all Frenchmen.†She look a little sad for a moment “It is a shame that she is so committed to the old order, if she does make her strike it will tear the Republic apart. If she could talk to all France then there may be a chance, but alas.†She looked at Rene with concern. “Will you be able to do this? To betray the Countess, in all her terrify glory, to save the Republic from ruin?â€

She gave a much more genuine smile “It seems that the world of business and the criminal underworld operate in much the same way. Though I’m guessing in business getting fired is much less terminal.†She gave a little sigh “I thought for a change we might try trust, rather than each of look out for the point where one tries to betray the other.†Seeing her coffee was empty she called for refill. “Anyway I quite like Ms Van Cleef, it rare you get people who are quite so unflappable. You should pay her more, and you can tell her I said that!â€

Using Skill mastery on Notice for a total of 22.

Agnus gave a little sigh. So much for an easy solution. She deliberately spent a few extra minutes making sure she’d healed as much of the man disease as she could before she talked to Subito. “So we’re basically left with one of two choices. Either we find the Serpent people, who want to enslave or mankind. No offense.†She said to the little man “Or we try to track down Madame Malaise and her swamp full of disease.†She glace around at the potential thousand eyes staring back out at them. “Cause we only have this man word about this magical swamp dweller…â€

<“Well I guess we don’t have to try and track down the Twylyth Teg.â€> With thing the threat finally revealed she was now all business. She tried to gather as much information about them before they arrived at the shore, especially if they have any weapons or offensive magic’s prepared <â€Do we have any treaties with the Twylyth Teg of Conwy? And do they insist on any ceremonies when greeting others?â€> She was also worried if they would do anything to harm Subito, but she fought the feeling down. Right now she had to concentrate on making sure that everyone was kept as safe as possible.

The garden reminded her, in parts, of the green fields and woods of her home, causing a small wvae of homesickness to wash over here. She fought down the feeling and force herself to smile. “I’ve tried my hands at gardening; my Taid is fairly traditional in those kinds of things. After a while we had to give up it seems I have black thumbs when it comes to plants. I even manage to kill Spider plants and cacti, and they’re almost impossible not to look after.†She looked a little guilty “I did spend some time helping out on the farms near where I lived.†She gave a little shrug “Like I said Taid was a traditional kind of guy.â€

The Countess considered Constance’s word for a few second, it really did seem that she was in charge of this organisation. “You seem to give good council. We will relocate to the city at nightfall, and attempt an assault on the Temple.†She nodded to the man who had bought them in, who left the room to rally the troops. “If it pleases you Countess I wish a few moments to confer with my colleague.†Constance asked, granted permission she subtly moved Rene to a nearby empty room. “Are you okay Rene?†there seemed to be genuine concern on her face “You’ve been acting strange since you met the Countess…â€

There was a flash of concern, possibly even anger, on her face at what she perceived as Asad playing her. Her voice keep it’s normal jovial tone. If Asad hadn’t been paying attention to her he might not have even noticed the slight change in mood. “Ms Van Cleef and myself have some history, I wouldn’t blame her for her options.†She gave another of her bright smiles “But, and I feel I have to make this clear, I might be a thief but I’m an honest woman. If I give you word I’ll keep it to the letter.â€

“Splendid, I shall have my staff meet you. Au Revoir.†Her image just flickered out to a faint smell of ozone. As the vessels begun they slow graceful dance together Blodeuwedd stepped up to besides lord Steam “For the record I think this is a really bad idea, she done all this to bring you here and who knows what’s she going to do now. But whatever happens I’ll be here, after all I got you both into this mess…†When the two airships finally docked the three of them stepped between the two vessels to be met by an amazing site. Waiting to meet them was a Avian, but this one was dressed and showed the demeanor of an English Butler.

Blodeuwedd gave a little nod of agreement <<â€I’m in total agreement with you. He’s probably the target that will be most unpredictable. I have a little knowledge of magical practices; can you tell me anything about the magical systems he’s using?â€>>> To be honest she felt a little exposed at the moment, it was unnerving that she was totally at the mercy of Myrmidon. It wasn’t that she didn’t trust the other hero, far from it, but if anything did happen to him she was in a unfriendly base surrounded by a small army of hostile enemies.

The pair had arrived perfectly into the small office with a burst of photons. Obviously read for action Young Britannia’s delicate cargo leapt straight into action and away from the room. To an now empty room Agnus declared with some relief. “Now would be a good time to admit that that was the first time I tried teleporting with a passenger. Good Luck and try to be safe.†After remembering to breath again she begun to concentrate to teleport herself back outside, this time at enough height to attract the baddies attention.

k, I need to spend a HP to bring a Silver Spider along with my Teleport, as I've not yet been rated for passengers . My action this round will be to teleport out, an exciting round i know!

The Grue drone action is to do as all good villians do, gloat. You have a round until the Grue in the ship will board the Sleipnir.

The helmsman’s didn’t try to struggle against Synth's grasp; instead he seemed to relax back into his natural form giving Synth her first look at a Grue. The red skinned creature had an almost blank unfinished look about it, if it wasn’t so animated it would be easy to assume it was just a dummy. “It too late for you, me brothers are coming to capture you. Surrender now to the Grue Unity or suffer terrible punishments.†Indeed the holotable was showing that the Grue craft was in the process of docking with the Sleipnir.

Blodeuwedd couldn’t help but give a little smile. <“Many have made the mistake of underestimating him. It’s his straight forward manner that causes people to do so, doesn’t mean he doesn’t say stupid things sometime. Though he’ll keep his word and reveal nothing about the Order..â€> she gave a small frown <â€There nothing going on between us Supervisor, we’re just friends. And I know he isn’t the one the Seer warned us about.â€> It was hard to make out everything that was going on in the water, just flashes or limbs and large plumes of water. She got herself ready mentally and pulled her goggles down over her eyes.

Lucy gave a friendly little smile to security, hoping to reassure them that she wasn’t here to cause trouble. Well not for them anyhow but she didn’t want to start trouble. Probably best to try and throw them off guard before they could react. She waited until she was the close to pair and act before they could bolt. “You’re right, here we go.†She placed him in front of the pair and turned to the man “Could you keep an eye on my friend for a minute, he’s drank something that disagreed with him.†She leant in close to the woman and whispered in her ear “I couldn’t help but notice you watching us...†she put on her best seductive voice.

Agnus was right behind Subito arriving in time to hear the poor man’s babbling away. Any anger she had towards the man evaporated when she saw the state of him. The majority of her medical knowledge had disappeared with the good night sleep but she’d retained enough to see what a poor state he was from living in the swamp to long. “Well that just about confirms what we’d already suspected, but there one thing he mentioned that’s worth checking upon.†She gently took hold of his hand, trying not to startle the poor thing, and as subtly s she could began to send her healing energies through his body. She dropped into his Creole, one of the many she had spoken in the past. <â€Tell me more about this Lady of the Swamp.â€>