Tiffany Korta

Agnes had a sneaking suspicion, and a grudging respect, that Mr Rattlespike was pushing her as far as he could. Maybe she should let him have a listen on her iPod, at least half a dozen tune would make his eyes pop with it filth an suggestions. This was third rate Two Ronnie’s at best. Still this was a job and she was still a professional. “Of cause Mr Rattlespike. When ever you're ready.†She leant forward and altered her voice doing her best interpretation of a Marilyn voice. "I'm a poor hungry woman and I want a knob... “

Diplomacy 1d20+9=13, not her best, but its a trying time.

Waiting for just the right moment to strike she landed a series of blow upon the poor creature that was once Nora. Was that who she was? And would she ever be able to find out who she was? After all she must be even older that Lucy and even with everything record on her were quite rare. But she was well aware she would never get anything sensible from Nora now she was consumed by some kind of bloodlust. All she could hope to do now was somehow contain the poor creature until she quietened down. Maybe take her to one of the expert around town about the undead.

She had flounced up to the stage with, she hoped, all the style and panache of a solid gold Diva. Looking disinterested in everyone until the stage was cleared. With that she visibly deflated adopting her normal friendlier tones. “Wow how do they managed to be so Diva-ish all the time, no wonder they're so grumpy it just so tiring.†She resisted the urge to give Mr Rattlepike a kiss on each cheek, even air kisses instead she gave him a friendly smile. “Oh before I forget I promised Mr Trowell free tickets. And if possible I'd like to give free entry of our brave lads of 31st Regiment of the Royal Navy. I will guarantee that the Ministry will foot the bill†Not giving him time to splutter his indignity she waded on. “As for the songs I'm not sure. I suspect you would hate everything I know, even the song I learnt last night. So why don't you suggest some suitable numbers?â€

Simple stike again 1d20+10=14 Oh dear, hero point I think. 1d20+10=11, not much better. So that's 21.

Despite having a killer of all headaches she actually felt pretty good. For one she she hadn't had one of her strange nightmares she had been plagued with she her transformation. Maybe it was the alcohol, she had to try a few more experiments. “Ship shape and Bristol fashion so I'm told.†she gave a small smile “And I'm sure Mr Rattlepike can wait a little while longer.†She began to tuck in healthy into the large piles of food before her. “And I'm sure we'll have time for second, especially for more of this excellent tea here.â€

Despite the already starting to feel drained Revenant put on a brave front not wanting to show weakness in front of the woman, not whilst there was still a change of escape. “I do hope you enjoy your 30 pieces of silver. You'll find it warming, until the next time they need a favor.†She looked upon the woman with a look of pity, hopeful she wasn't to far committed. “It's not to late you know, all you have to do is release me from this†she waved her hand around vaguely “Do so and no more need be said.†Lucy just hoped the woman had any idea how to undo whatever had been done to her.

She sat a respectable distance from Johnny trying to be as lady like as possible, some old habits die hard. “Mrs Ahluwalia I do believe you have other things to do now.†she gave the old woman a knowing look “Ah yes I have that thing I need to do in the kitchen.†When the woman left Lucy gave a relaxed smile and sat back. “She probably knows as mush about me as anyone, but its still nice to have the pretense of some privacy.†she smiled a friendly smile “Ah my promised dance for the lovely dress you bought me...†she looked wistful “It's a shame about that dress†“I would be honored to go dancing with you" she raised and eyebrow “And I'm sure you can teach me a thing or two yourself.â€

She smiled a broad grin. “Well your not exactly Theda but you'll do Johnny. And I like it up here on the roof there are great views, I may let you come up and see sometime.†There was a little hrumph from the little old lady in front of him. “Sorry my landlady Mrs Ahluwalia doesn't allow “guests†up to my room. Archana would you be a dear and make my guest a drink whilst I get changed. I'm almost naked up here.†Mrs Ahluwalia lead Johnny to a meretriciously tidy room, and after ten minutes of light conversation about her daughter Padma, who seemed to be Lucy's employer, and her pride and joy her granddaughter Asha, Lucy appeared in the doorway. She was dressed simply in a jeans and Freedom City Comets jersey, the kind of just thrown on look that takes at least well ten minutes to achieve. “So how do I look?â€

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The door was opened by a little old Indian woman, who upon seeing Johnny, and without missing a beat called up the stairs. “Lucy it looks like someone for you.†A familiar voice drifted down the stairs. “Tell them I'm out.†The old woman sighed “They can hear you know.†“Well unless it Theda Bara tell them I'm not doing interviews.†The old woman looked apologetically at the confused young man. “I'm sorry she's been having a tough month†she dropped her voice conspiratorially “What with everything that happened last month...†Calling up to the Lucy “It's a young gentleman for your dear.†“Well why didn't you say just a minute...†There was a pause and the sound of someone scrabbling on the roof and then a pale face appeared over the roof of the three story brownstone. “O Romeo, therefore art thou.â€

Well YB only wealth 1, but she could be volunteering her time as part of the evening entertainment.

How wealth are you thinking of? YB got a bit of cash floating about...

So Nora could recover her wounds just like herself, though it looked like Nora was some kind of cannibal vampire. Had anyone every though of something like that before. She was going to have to get her away from any source of blood or this could take all night. An idea formed in her mind, but first she had to get her away from the patch of blood “Please that just so undignified. And my skinny little bone wouldn’t provide any marrow at all although you’re welcome to try.†She raised her foot to give Nora a swift kick backwards.

It's just to tempting. Oh well, foot meet face. Unarmed Strike : 1d20+10=16 Well maybe not that tempting.

Okay time for the general check head still on, just, the stuff she was drinking must have been worse than the normal stuff. And she hadn’t been allowed to drink during her time in the states. Second edging out of bed she checked for any special marks or tattoos. And finally, though not necessary, a check if anyone else had spent the night with her. “I’m coming Mr Rattlepike, would you mind asking Mr Peabody to fix me a light breakfast on your way out?†Confidence in all thing that was what she was taught.

She gave another of her friendly little smiles. “Of cause I’d be happy to help. As long as you’re okay, your health isn’t worth one of those little portable telephones.†Lucy move further into the alley scanning around for the poor woman’s lost purse. She wasn’t a generally a suspicious woman, even after all that happened to her over the last few months. But something was niggling at the back of her mind. If they were really after her why would they have snatched her bag? It was a little unfair to not trust someone she’d just saved from and attack, but better safe than sorry. She turned around to ask the woman about exactly what happened.

k, DONE BY AA I'm using the update to do a mini update on the character, and fix a few minor error which crept in. Adjusted her height so all my character's arn't the same height. Added Dodge Focus 2 (which she should have had) and Attractive. Dropped Leadership and power Attack. Added 1 points of skill for Bluff 2 and Diplomacy 2. Dropped the Morph and made Immunity and Imp Toughness obvious. Finally dropped Nightmare's (which I kept forgetting to use) and One-Way transformation. pweh

Revenant strolled into the factory with a look of total unconcern, if ever she was the noble creature that Nora feared this was the moment it showed. But only for a moment. “You know you really should have accepted my help and told me what I needed to know. I really didn’t want to hurt you.†She stopped and put her hand on one of the carcasses. “But now this is the only way it can end. Seeing as you crave raw meat so much.†With hardly any effort she gave the nearby carcass a push causing it to go crashing into its neighbor until a whole row of the corpses went crashing towards Nora.

Okay I'll put this together in kit form. Basic Roll : 1d20=19 If it's ranged it's +7 (for a total of 26), if it's melee it's +8 (27). As it's just pure strength it would be a Tou save DC 23.

Lucy carefully put the dumpster back down after making sure that the men had defiantly decided to leave her alone. That was almost too easy, should that worry her? So there was someone after her, it wasn’t a particularly long list and most of them favoured a more direct approach. Actually some would just try to trick her into an alley, but probably wouldn’t use hired thugs. But now was probably not the right time to worry about that. She bent down towards the woman trying not to appear to threating to the poor woman. “Hi there are you okay? Do you need any help?†giving her best friendly smile.

Fort Save: 1d20+3=8, teach me to stay up late drinking with sailors!

Giving a broad smile it was nice to have some good clean innocent fun, well almost innocent. “Well you heard the man. As you can see I am in great need of my beauty sleep.†She gave each of her sailors a kiss and a hug, politely ignoring the occasional wandering hand. “Night boys.†She gave a friendly wave a left in an exit which would have made her chorographer proud. As she got herself ready for bed she thought back on a long and eventful day. It was the kind of thing that made her want to write all he thoughts in a diary. Travelled to parallel universe which is all old and Victorian, which was v. good… Well maybe it needed a little work, she wasn’t exactly Helen Fielding.