Tiffany Korta

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.

Okay if SC can give me a notice roll as well.

Okay so I need a simple DC5 Dex check from Derin. As the man just started falling damage is going to be negligible.

Agnes took her seat with a playful little smile. “Well she doesn’t know what she’s missing. It seems I’ve found a real gentleman.†Small talk right, make small talk. But what do you talk to a Playboy Multimillionaire about. It wasn’t like he watched Strictly and X-factor. Start with the simple stuff, and well it got touch she was British, talk about the weather! “So how was your day?†God that was so cheesy, she might as well pack up and go home now. She gestured over for a waiter; she was going to need a drink. Cause she wasn’t allowed to drink, but at least ordering something would give her time to recover her composure.

Sunlight poured down on them an air felt crisp and fresh. Above them was the towering majesty of an ancient mountain range, from Lucy’s limited knowledge it looked like the Himalayas. In front of them was a low flat temple that she guessed was Hindu in design. On the side of the building were a number of bas reliefs, some of the subject matter made even the open minded Lucy brush. “We are now in the realm of Alaka home of Lord Kunera and the Yakshini, my home†Coming from the gate was a man with something on his back, on coming closer Lucy could see it was a smaller man. As they drew near the larger man knelt down and the little man dismounted. “No, no, no. That will not do at all.†The little man waved his hand in an intricate movements and the jacket that the mage had given her begin to twist a change into a fine silken Sari in black with silver trim.

The two heroes had managed to get close to the little throng of people who had gathered around the woman. Her response to being called an assassin was rather unusual in any case. “Oh you mustn’t call the paramedic for Ms Hawthorn; she has allergies to most modern medicines and needs specialist care.†He voice was a little slurred from the alcohol she had recently consumed. The two security guards looked a little embarrassed, the eldest a short little man who looked scruffy despite being in uniform put a hand gently on her shoulder. “Look Mrs Thorn we’re going to have to take you back inside.†Whilst he was speaking the other guard carefully picked up a rather large calibre pistol that had been lying at her feet. The combination of the two seemed to shock the poor woman back to her senses. “But it wasn’t me there was another… another me, I bumped into her and well she… she disappeared. I was returning from the bar someone must have seen me.†She scanned the crowd and caught the distinctive features of Synth. “You were there at the camp you must tell them that it wasn’t me. I would never dream of hurting poor Ms Hawthorn.â€

Lucy gave a tight smile; she thought she was starting to get the hang of the way this dimension worked. Her memories seemed to be the strongest power she had so she began to draw on those from her old house. She remembered that she would roll her little brother up in the carpet, let him stew until he would promise to leave her alone. Distances were optional her so instantly she was beside to ancient gangster rapidly rolling him up within the roll of carpet. So intent were her memories of the events she was drawing on the visage of her twelve year old self looked down of the old man. “The problem with you is that you just never had, or needed, an imagination. I however don’t have that problem.â€

Oh well in for penny. She just hoped that the Ministry would be happy to foot the bill, it was unlikely that her credit card could take the strain. “I believe I shall take the executive suite would you arrange for afternoon tea to be delivered within the hour. When we are satisfied with the quarters my manger here will return with further requests. Unless of cause you can spare a member of staff for solve my requests.†She gave her sweetest smile, trying to convey that yes she was meant to be her and yes she could make such demands.

She didn’t get far before returning to grab a coat, Young Britannia might not be able to feel the cold but Agnes most certainly would feel the below zero temperatures (or whatever the Americans called it). After that the flight was quite unremarkable, and quick, with perfect recall and a top speed of around 400 kph she was soon touching down in a safe quiet alleyway that seemed to infest the city. Slipping on the coat she wandered into the restaurant. Only to have to give her coat away to be hung up. Well the shows the thing. The loss of the coat revealed a lovely green dress, which was defiantly not casual and show just as much as she wanted to. And well it went with the Cho’s. She was shown to her seat to see that Amir was sat there totally unconcerned with her lateness. “Hi there. I was wondering as your date seems to be late is this seat taken?†she gave a cheeky little smile.

Time for a hero moment! If you want to both post you plans to catch the poor man (I'll assume Whiplash is watching at a safe distance) and I'm mush everything together into a whole.

GM He was playing it cool acting like he wasn’t even aware that the hero wasn’t there. The snitch stood with his back to Pyre the smoke from his cigarette drifting in the cold night air. “Look I gotta tell you I can’t really…†As he spoke he slowly turned round, only to stare in wide eyed horror. Slowly backing away he began babbling. “Jesus Christ! Look I’m sorry I wasn’t going to tell on the Don, I was gonna tell nothing. Please…†Not watching where he was walking the snitch stumbled against the lip off the roof and began to fall towards the sidewalk below.

OOC for this thread

Branson's Plaza, City Centre 16th December 2011, around 1pm GM Rosemary was in a good mood, mainly because she just spent a good hour in the bar celebrating the last day at work. Ms. Hawthorne had insisted that she take the afternoon off, but she wanted to make sure everything was okay before she went home for the holidays. Ms. Hawthorne and her company, the Roseus Corporation, had been very good to her this last year. She was in such a good mood she had given away her half-finished soda to one of the woman in the little tented city that had grown up in the plaza. Some (i.e. Roseus) had leaked the fact that the investment firm that they shared the plaza with, McDermott’s were engaged in very unethical practices, and a tented city had grown up almost overnight. As Roseus owned the plaza only they had the authority to move them on, so here they stayed. So intent was she on fishing out her cell from her purse she didn’t see the person she collided with. Looking up to apologize she was in for a shook because staring back was her. This person was her exactly double; she was so shocked she dropped her bag. By the time she had looked up the doppelganger had gone, but she had another problem to deal with. Towards her were running two security guards. “Wait! Stop her! She’s just shot the CEO; she’s just shot Ms. Hawthorn.â€

Lucy put a gentle but firm hand on Nora’s shoulder. “Now Nora remember that Nick here is trying to help.†“If any blood will do then this place will have that aplenty.†She gestured towards the part of the building that was the meat packing plant “I think that’s why Nora choose to live here. If possible I’ll donate as much blood as you need, though I suspect it flows round my body out of habit. Actually…†For once her boundless optimism seemed to fail and she looked down and shuffled her feet. “There something you might find useful to know. I’m not sure, as you can see it’s difficult to get things out of Nora, but she’ suggested that we both come from the same source. That she was the prototype and I’m the finished model.†She seemed extremely embarrassed about the fact.