Tiffany Korta

Revenant Bloody Nora Gangland Violence Something Fishy Something Fishy, part II The Charleston Urban Regeneration Young Britannia Light Lunch Making Music Magic Music Hall Mystery Pass the Plate

“Singing in front of a thousand people is easy. It’s harder singing to just a handful of people. What I really fear doing is singing to just a couple of real musicians. People who really know there art and can tell if I’m just bluffing. And when it recorded down it’s just there, you can more or less ignore it apart from occasionally catching your songs on the radio. And that doesn’t happen that often now thank god.†Agnes looked a little embarrassed. “I don’t begrudge my success but let’s just say it’s not my best work.â€

Lucy dipped her head and she looked genuinely sad at Nora’s statements. “I’m not sure if you’d remember but there were always the odd Gentleman who would find some poor weak willed girl and keep her plied with cheap gin to keep her compliant." “That what this Master is doing to you. He doesn’t care about you, he just want to control you keep you compliant." There was now a note of anger in her voice. “You don’t have to be like this. There are people who can help you, I can help you, throw off this addiction and become you person you want to be.â€

K, Diplomcay roll 1d20+9+2=26, yay hopeful she's going along with this.

Young Britannia shrugged off the shot from there steam powered weapons, she’d need to take them out quickly before they did more harm or even make a break for it. But first she had something more important to do first. As she knelt down beside the usher to check on he was okay she tried to keep them talking. “I am Young Britannia, born from the spirit of this land†well a version of this land anyhow “Protector of those who have been denied justice. I step in when the law fails.†Hoping that didn’t sound to hooky she added on to her last comment. “Oh and I’m the one who’s going to kick your butt.â€

k, Must Toughness save 1d20+10=28 Quick Check on the Usher to she if he's okay, 11 if I can take 10, only 1d20+1=6

Agnes had been outside the room for almost five minutes trying to build up the courage to step into the room. This was it a real band with real musicians, she never actually played with a real band before, she couldn’t charm of fool these guy’s if she was no good they’d know it she’d know it. After a day spent in a suit signing the last few documents that made the place 50% hers she’d decided to dress down wearing her most comfortable pair of jeans, some pink Converse and her Frisky and Mannish T-Shirt. She gone for a natural look with just a touch of make-up and her unruly hair tied back. Right this was it time to take charge she straightened up, still a little jittery from too much coffee, and took decisive action. She quietly slipped into the back of the room, just as Josh was beginning his rock blues number. One thing she could tell was actual talent, feeling the flow of the music she, almost subconsciously, began to sing along. Not full word, she wasn’t that good, just improvising sound like in Zeppelins "The Great Gig in the Sky".

“He’s not exactly a caring father is he? When I first woke up this… condition of mine, of us, nearly drove me mad. It took one person, a hero, to set me on the right path.†She look at Nora, calmer now more normal, and there was a brief spark of hope that Nora could still be saved. “It’s not late Nora you don’t have to be like this, you don’t have to listen to what this Master tells you. With a little help you could return to an almost normal life. Instead of living like some animal scrabbling to survive from day to day.â€

Well she had the time, but it had also revealed the full extent of the plan they had for her. She didn’t fear death, she’d already done that, but she couldn’t let someone like Giovanni return to life. “So more than petty revenge you want to swap one Revenant for another. You know he won’t let you live after you return him to life? There no way he would let you live with that much power over him. And I’m probably the only person alive who know how he was.†She turned to the Haitian man and spoke to him in fluent, if not a little rusty, Latin. “â€

“Let me introduce myself… no wait you wouldn’t know that one. I’m here at Ada request; I’m her guardian angel so to speak.†She gave them a pleasant little smile, hand on her hips all the while float a couple of feet from the ground. “I’d ask you to surrender, but I don’t think you’ll go for that. And I suppose you’re not going to tell me who or why to tried to have her killed.†So let me just show you what I can do. With an off handed flick of her wrist she sent a burst of light towards the assassins.

k, Hit Assasin no. 1 with a burst of light 1d20+5=7, if that hits it'll be DC 19.

She carefully feed the small piece of flesh to Nora, making sure that Nora couldn’t make any kind of grab for her. “So does this master have a… no wait… What’s your name Nora, your real name, who were you before this Master came along?†Try as she might she couldn’t help but feel for this poor woman, even if she was a killer a monster. Once she was a human being and Lucy could only hope that there was enough of that person still her worth saving. If Nora was a lost cause what did that make her? Neither of them was human anymore.

Lucy looked thoughtful for a few minutes. “I really don’t think so; my condition is unique, well almost. I’ve been lucky enough to learn a little of how I came to be. It’s another of my interesting little stories. It all started when I went to this function raising fund for the homeless, I spent a month on the streets so I help where I can, where I saw this picture…†She then went on to tell of her encounter with Bloody Nora, leaving out none of the gory details. “…I went to a pretty dark place that day, but I think it was better to know these things.†She brightened up a little “I still have the picture it you want to see. Oh my god! I’ve just asked you to see my etchings.†The dark mood was lifted with a hearty laugh.

I'm at my best now I can take the hits, just not to many Iniative 1d20+4=15

A little out of practice and feeling a little out by her success with the garbage men she was happy to allow Lord Steam to take on the bulk of the interrogation. Still it wouldn’t hurt to make her think they knew more than they did. Walking over to Lord Steam she stood beside him for a few moments arms cross looking as stern as her little frame allowed her. Then standing on tip toes she cupped her hand in front of his ear before asking in a whisper. “Care to tell us exactly what you know about this ambassador?“ She smiled mostly to herself “When the time is right of cause.†She then returned to her stern watch.

She could tell that the gun man had been here, the Victorians gunpowder was much more pungent than the more modern stuff. Well at least from her limited experience. So he could have gone one of two ways, luckily she could travel much faster out of sight. But as always the show first. She leaned out over the lip of the box and waved at the crowd. “I’m afraid I must skip on the encore this time. I hope you understand my reasons. Good night!†Stepping into the plush corridor and glancing around to make sure she wasn’t being watched she concentrated briefly. With a large flash of light she became Young Britannia. Trying to follow the trail she took flight down the corridor.

Notice check 1d20+9=12. No problems for a change!

Lucy skin shaded slightly her equivalent of a blush. “Rather than someone 96 years you’re senior?†she gave another laugh “I’m flattered you don’t think I show my whole 30 years, one of the advantages of my current state.†She looked into his young and attractive face and inwardly gave a little sigh, if only she had met someone like him 80 years ago. Then again there wasn’t anything like her back then as far as she was aware. “Johnny look there something I need to make clear. I’m still trying to work out my feeling for a man who I last met 80 years ago.†She reached out and gently touched his hand. “I hate to say it, because it was a cliché even back in my day, but all I’m looking for right now is just a friend. Maybe… well I hope you can understand.â€

So she had found Nora’s week spot the idea that Lucy’s flesh would somehow make her stronger. She had been through a number of wounds over the last month, but she had never purposely hurt herself. Gritting her teeth she cut off the tip of her right little finger, tucking it in so as not show Nora that it (thankfully) regenerating. Still she wasn’t going to harm her left hand in case Nora decided again to take it by force. She held up the tip of her former finger. “This is for you Nora, a down payment if you will. But first I need something as proof. Tell me something about this master of yours and you can snack on this little bit of me.â€

Damn the man was heavy. She could normally lift a small car without any issues but now one, admittedly large, man was taking all her efforts. She risked releasing an hand to try to get a better hold and to dig into his ribs trying to get him to shift around more to release the final chains. She was rapidly running out of time, she needed another distraction. And then in he walked in, hopefully she wasn’t quite out of luck yet. “Is that what it’s all about? Is your high and mighty revenge just another chance to make a quick buck?†she spat the word with she hoped just the right amount of venom.

Vocal Cords Surgery'd by Dok 11/7/2011 Young Britannia YB is going for a bit of a charm offensive : Raise Charisma to 16 and add 4 skill points to singing; Vocal Cords Surgery'd by Dok 11/7/2011

Agnes slowly picked herself up from the villains attack, still feeling a little groggy from Bonnie’s blast. She was counting her blessing, her dress might be totally ruined but she could at least stand (barely) on her own two feet. Damn so many people these days think they’re music critics. So all she had to do was get rid of Asad, Amir she corrected herself, he probably do something stupid and try to defend her. Find a convenient place to transform and go kick Bonnie but. Simple really. Feeling a twinge of guilt she smile dup at Amir “I’m fine, just go get her.†She was getting far too good at this subterfuge stuff.

As suggested I'll spend a HP and make a recovery check 1d20+3=14, yay I'm awake and around.

There's always a critic . My Reflex Save 1d20+2=8, as I can't make the Toughness save in my normal form I'll blow a hero Point to Reroll the Save. 1d20+2=3, whoops even with the plus 10 that a fail. So a Toughness save. 1d20+3=10, um well thats really, really bad. I think I have a better claim to dislike IC. :D

Annice gave the old man a friendly little smile. “Thank you, a gentleman as always.†Swinging herself up onto the lip of the box she positions herself to get a good stable footing to try for the higher box. This was going to be a little bit trickier. Her dress might be pretty, but it wasn’t really built to go all Jason Borne. She’d kill right now for a pair of comfortable jeans. Still she couldn’t forget she was a showman first. She gave a little bow and lent down and gave the gentleman a little kiss on his head. Ignoring the whoops and calls from the crowd she jumped for the higher box.