Tiffany Korta

“I was lucky enough to visit Barcelona for the Sónar festival. It's a lovely city and a beautiful part of the world.†She walk along in silence for a few minutes, lost in thought. “I was made an offer by an ancient spirit of Justice for All. Actually I was fighting for my life from a gunshot wound. If I didn't have the powers I would thought it was all in head. A tiny part of me thinks that maybe it all is.†Agnes looked a little embarrassed. “I'm sorry I'm offloading. Thing is I've not spoken with the spirit since the event,and all this magical stuff is really new. And none of this comes with a instruction manual.â€

Whilst Lucy was enjoying the acts, though this act wasn't as good as the last, she was still keeping an eye out for any trouble. The kind you often got in all clubs and bars. So she caught the two sharply dressed at the door almost straight away, time may have changed but they just screamed gangster at her. A hunch that was confirmed when she spotted some kind of pistol like bulge in there jackets. It wasn't really her concern, but the guy, the owner she guess, might be in some kind of trouble with the Mob. And she did have a history with the Mob. Seeing that they were leaving for the back she made her way towards the alley at the rear, hoping that the club's layout hadn't changed much since her day.

Okay the two are your standard sharp dressed gangsters. Give a Notice roll DC 10 to see that they're packing heat. Revenant's Roll : 1d20+6=17

Bobby settled himself down, a pose he often took when he had a tale to tell. “It was 1927 and the first of the Mystery Men were about including the Blues...†he trailed off at something he'd seen at the draw. “But I'm afraid the story will have to wait, I have some unfortunate business to attend to.†he waved at Otis bouncer. “Looks like it time to meet the Devil at the crossroads again. Let's just hope I have a guardian angel on my side.†Otis came over with two others a man a woman in incredibly sharp suits, ignoring Josh completely they focus all there attention on Bobby. “Gentleman, lady, Let's take this to my office, it has wonderful views of the alley.â€

OOC for this thread. Bluesman and Revenant do some jamming.

Lucy laughed “Actually I miss being a fully fledged lawyer. I was lucky enough to do something that generally helped people. That's what I’ve always wanted to do. I guess that what I'm still doing, just in a different way.†She looked thoughtful for a second. “Maybe it's good your not a businessman, sometime a company needs someone who thinks about people rather than the bottom line. Just think what good you can do for people with a company behind you? Just get a good business advisor behind you, one you really can trust.†Another hearty laugh. “Not that I'm fishing for a job.â€

Agnes listened with a little concern to the young woman’s story. She felt a pang of guilt that her petty concerns were nothing to what she had gone through. “It's good that you were lucky enough to find someone to help you on the right path.†She paused for a minute, hopefully enough to go from such a serious topic to something more cheerful. “And I'd love a coffee, but I insist my treat. I'm sure you've got enough to concern your poor budget.†She stood and waited for Liz to joint her and as they started walking Agnes tried to spark up a conversation. “From you accent I can tell your from Spain, what part of the country do you come from?â€

“I was lucky I wanted to follow in footsteps, and he was happy to help me achieve my goals.†a wistful look passed over her face “I hope he was proud of me, I never got a chance to find out.†The moment passed and her face lit up again. “I heard bit and pieces about a special school in the city, met a couple of there best students.†she gave him a cheeky look. “And by training I'm a lawyer, don't hold that against me.†a wry little smile “Though I'm trying to work out a few licensing issues before I could even think about returning to the practice. Right now I'm helping Padma with her business, all of it from simple legal advice to fetching and carrying. And you know what I'm enjoying it immensely.â€

Dixon's pools hall? The guy was a bit of a jerk, and heavily tied to the local mob. He wouldn't have be at all pleased that his name was associated with this place. She smiled at the thought. “Oh yes I remember this place, changed a bit since I remember it.†She watched the traffic for a few minutes, they still fascinated her a world away from the Model T's from her day's. Maybe she should learn to drive? “Well I had a bit of a wild pass, though a doubt any of the club I use to frequent still stand. I had a taste for those of dubious legality. Now I mostly like to explore the city, I just love finding all those nooks and cranny of the city, those hidden gems. And I just love to meet new people.†She gave another of playful little smiles. “Of cause it helps that I can look after myself. But I'm hogging all the time, what the story with you?â€

Doktor'd 10/13/2011 Only a couple of changes for Revenant +1 to Attack and +1 to Will save. Doktor'd 10/13/2011

“Wow you are quite the charmer aren’t you?†she smiled broadly and blushed a little, though her skin hardly showed it. She walked along for few moments taking in the sight and sounds of this vibrant part of the West End. Everything about Little India reminded her of these streets when she was younger, and long time ago. “I'm a Freedom city girl born a breed. I was born a grew up in the West End. Had to stay someone else for quite a long time, but the West End is where I felt I've always belonged.â€

“An iPod charger?†she looked a little guiltily at his blank face “Sorry I'm fine Mr Rattlepike. Though could you send for Madam Redpowder? I think I still need her expertise on a multitude of tasks and questions.†She sat herself on the edge of the stage and looked out at the vast auditorium. Soon it would be full of a crowd, one who she would have to entertain. One who she didn't quite understand. It was true that the past was a foreign country, and she had booked herself a long weekend there... “if you would mind Mr Rattlepike I'd like a little time alone to rehearse.†She sat there a while gathering her thought's humming to herself I'm a poor hungry woman and I want a knob... , the tune was really quite catchy.

I'm going to try and return the favour, so I'll grapple back Attack : 1d20+10=19 for the Grapple : 1d20+16=24 Okay I'm being a little optimistic, but if I succeed I want to hang poor Nora on a spare meat hook.

GM “I wouldn't miss your mamma's cooking for anything, and you tell you grandpa to take it easy he's not getting any younger.†Bobby smiled his large toothy grin. He looked back towards the young woman and was thoughtful for a while. “Now you weren’t raised no fool Josh Brown! This ain't the movies where everyone look like there ancestors. Now I see a lot of your Great Grandfather in you, but there's also a lot of you in there.†He looked thoughtful full a moment, tapping his lips with his cane. “Anyway she's not just any old flapper who walked in the door, slumming with the Jazz Men. I don't suppose they teach you young ones anything about history these days but that pictures is of Lucy Harker. She made a big difference of how the law treats these Super's.â€

â€I was, I am, a musician I had a successful career as a pop musician called Annice. It okay I don't expect you to have heard of me, my success didn't spread beyond the UK.†She sat on the edge of the bench, this was still hard to admit even to herself. â€I become isolated and lost touch made some stupid decisions. What I need was someone to tell me what a idiot I was being, ground me a limit.†She paused nervously and played with the edge of her coat. “I figure that it's got to be the same for the business were now in, only what we do is even more important. Hopefully this won't be the only time we meet, well it you can actually stand to spend time with me.†she give a friendly hopeful smile.

She paused for a few minutes enjoying the feeling of this young man massaging her hands. How could she have been so stupid to forget that her skin was normally icy cold. Then again she tended to forget having never feeling the heat or cold, she hardly feel the lad gentle caress of her hands. She gave a broad happily smile, a genuine feeling hopeful this wouldn't spoil the evening. “No, no I'm fine, actually better than fine. I have a... skin condition, my hands always feel cold. It's why I always seem so pale, it's not like I don't catch enough sun on that roof.â€

GM “Damn boy I still think you're wasted on the Blues. Your whole family was born for Jazz, now I remember when you Great Grandfather took to stage...†it was an old tale and an old act. As he talked he counted out the bills, more than he would pay any other act in the place. “And don't to say anything about it being to much.†he pressed the bills into Josh's hands “Without you, without your family, this place would be nothing.†He looked around his club and fixed on a pale white woman in a bright colorful dress. “Now there's something you don't see everyday. And take your mind out of the gutter young man, and look her.†he tapped with his cane, which he never seemed to need, one of the many photographs which lined the wall. The photograph was old from the original speakeasy days of the 20's in the center of the picture surrounded by other flappers with a woman who was the splitting image of the woman now sitting there.

Lucy was on a bit of a nostalgia trip. After her night spent doing the Charleston she wanted just to listen to some Jazz. So she literally and physically took a quick trip down memory lane she was overjoyed that the old speakeasy was still standing and best off all still open. She was particularly proud of her latest purchase a brightly patented knee high dress, it's wasn't exactly proper flapper wear but she particularly happy with the results. But after everything that had happened to her over the last few months she still bought her jacket along just in case. She slipped into the club and took a seat in time to catch the end of Josh's act.

“Well actually according to the law if you legally prove you are who you say you are...†it must be affecting her faster than she'd expected she was already feeling light headed and babbling. She drew an unneeded breath and gathered herself together “It's never to late to turn your life around, just a month or two ago I was living on the street with nothing...†She looked at the woman with a concerned look, it surprised herself sometime how much she cared for people despite everything they did. “I can, and I'm willing to help you. But you have to help me, and help yourself.â€

Damn her but this city was beginning to grow on her, maybe it was the time she'd spent away but she was sleeping well and the nightmare's hadn't returned. And she had to admit the statue was impressive, she had planned to do the touristy bit towards the end of the visit anyhow. Sipping her Starbase Coffee she scanned the crowd looking for the young woman. What did she say sweater (Jumper she mentally translated) and messenger bag. As well as that it had become a habit by now to be on the look out for any potential trouble. She spotted the young woman fastidiously studying, moving as close as she could without startling her before clearing her throat. “Hi there I'm Agnes I believe we arranged to meet?â€

GM In most cities there are a few of these special places, tuck away only know to the locals and the lucky souls who know about such places. This was one such places a Jazz club tucked between two building looks totally innocuous, no signs showed where or what the club was called. The club had no official name but most called it after the one of freedom's cities finest jazz musician who use to play there during it heyday of the 20's and 30's Chester's. It had survived everything from the Great Depression to more recent events. The club was currently owned by Bobby Johnson who claimed to be over 90 but only looked around half his age. The only reason people believed him was that he could remember details of things that happened since the late 20's in meretricious detail. Thanks to his efforts the club was filled was jazz of all kinds all day's with the best acts even being payed for the pleasure. Of cause in the evening the best act would own the stage and Bobby would sit in the corner holding court and listening to the acts.

From the house Mrs Ahluwalia came striding determinedly pressing a small piece of paper into Johnny's hand. “The telephone number for this house, for some reason Lucy still doesn't have a cell phone. Maybe next time you could come to dinner. This poor woman she eats nothing.†Lucy just stood there and look embarrassed. “Yes well thank you Archana.†“Don't worry about coming home to early. And goodbye young man, it's been a pleasure.†Lucy smiled a little apologetically and put her hand into Johnny's. Despite the warm evening air her hand was icy cold. “Yes I've alway's loved this area, though it's changed a little since I was last here.â€

She let his comments go, not yet wanting to tell him the whole truth. Anyway he was cute and she wanted to just kick back and have a good time. Hopefully without any dragon or miscellaneous mythical creatures showing up. “Well really to dance the Charleston you need a knee length dress. But I'm not sure you really want to wait a half hour whilst I pick something out.†she looked thoughtful and then broke into a broad smile. “Though I'm going to have to change these.†looking at the sneakers she was wearing “I don't think I've ever danced in anything but heels.†After only a few minutes Lucy returned wearing a pair of black 2†heels. “Okay let go.â€

“It seems like it sometimes dear.†Lucy rolled her eyes and pointedly ignoring the comments carried on. “She not the only person who know what I am. I've never made of secret of exactly of who and what I can do.†she looked at him with her big coal black eyes “But she was a caring honest person who gave me a break when I needed it. When I first returned to the city I was homeless for a while. She and her daughter took a chance on me and gave me a roof over my head. This place is special to me for many reasons.†she wasn't quite ready to tell him the whole truth. Lucy looked a little thoughtful for a bit and then broke into a wide grin “But that’s enough maudlin. I've had enough to last me a lifetime, or two. Where are we going dancing, will I need to change?â€

The man held up a hand and the golem stopped in it's tracks. He walked towards Revennat unbuttoning his jacket “See I am not a complete monster.†he draped his jacket over Revenants semi-naked form Revenant stood up, adjusting the jacket, and walked over to the young Yakshini put a hand gently on her shoulder. “Are you okay there?†The young Yakshini gave a weak little smile. “And now the box if you would.†Revenant replied through gritted teeth “Of cause.†they returned to the other room where the box stood on the counter. Lucy felt rather sorry for what she had to do it was a beautiful piece of craftsmanship. Grabbing the box firmly with both had she turned quickly smashing the box over his head with as much force as she could manage.