Tiffany Korta

What do I need to roll to hit her with a carcass? They're there it has to be done .

I'm going for an intmidation 1d20+3=19.

My sing roll for the performance 1d20+7=25. She obviously cut out for music hall .

Damn she was so busy try to pick up the conversation, and enjoying the drinks she hadn’t really managed to pick up on any of the tunes. Of cause Ada would have known them all, even the risqué ones. “Tell you what love.†she grabbed him and gently pulled him to her side “You start it off and I’ll join in.†she gave her best innocent look “If I know the words of cause.†Being sailors it was bound to be rude, they’d of cause try to embarrass her. And traditionally she’d blush and then come out with something even ruder. It was practically an East End tradition.

She rolled her eyes at his comments; it was frustrating that some men hadn’t changed in the last 80 odd years. She gave the poor woman on the street a friendly look, trying to reassure her that she was here to help. “I’m sorry I don’t date garbage like you. Actually…†Without any apparent effort with just one hand she lifted one of the massive dumpsters sitting in the alley. Holding the dumpster above her head she put the other hand on her hip and gave a broad grin. “…It’s time to collect the trash.†She had to admit dealing with people like this was going to be enjoyable.

She fixed Nora a look trying to judge the right time to strike, and also to see if her tactic would work. “No you right you need your strength, because you not really the masters the favourite. After all he went straight from you and made someone else.†She tried to smile, but there was something about Nora that was putting her off. She was having better luck judging Nora movements and at just the right time threw a punch straight through her defences, striking her on the left shoulder. “And it looks like he made the follow up better.†This time the smile was genuine.

Gonna try a taunt as a move action 1d20+8-5=6, well that ain't going to work. Standard Attack 1d20+10=29, whilst that should.

Resist the Intimidate 1d20+7=9, nope still Intimidated!

When she first arrived in the states Agnes was worried that none of the American heroes would want anything to do with her. Of cause she soon found out that this was further from the truth. Now one of them wanted to compare notes about their powers. To them it might be a minor thing but this was a big deal to her, this was like being asked to jam with one of your musical heroes. She calmed herself inwardly, trying not to sound too much like a gibbering fan girl. “To be honest I hadn’t really noticed it, I just wanted to help. And I would love to meet up and compare notes Starlight.â€

Lucy was beginning to enjoy herself sitting beside the King and Queen and enjoying the beginning of the show. Then of cause trouble started. Using language unbecoming a Lady she looked around for a weapon against the flying creatures. Already one of Freedom City’s many heroes had shown up, but she knew he would need some help against a couple of Dragons. The only thing close to hand was the chair she was sitting on, it was a wonderfully crafted thing and she felt a pang of guilt to what she was going to do to the poor thing. Grabbing the object she rushed to near the center of the arena before launching the chair towards the blue creature as if it weighed almost nothing. The object flew true striking the creature on the flank. "Hey Dragons this Fair Maiden is fighting back. Come and get some!"

Revenant I'm literally grabbing what at hand and attacking the Ice Dragon Move Action : Grab Chair and move to the center of the arena Standard Action throw chair at Ice Dragon 1d20+7=24 That should be a hit that's a save vs DC 23.

She raised the beer and presented it to the assembled pub goers. “Welcome one and all to this wonderful establishment. And well enjoy yourself.†She then sat down at the bar and allowed people to cluster in around her, something she got use to as her brief career as a star. It had also taught her another skill, she allowed herself to go on automatic listen and answering question in a polite yet polite manner. But mainly she was listening to the buzz of conversation going on around her, trying to hear anything useful. Oh and she was enjoying the pint, even if she was nursing it just a little.

Without thinking she began to run towards the sound of trouble, yes its true wiser steadier heads would have waited and accessed the situation. But she had always been the kind of person to jump straight into a situation and then work out how to react on the spot. Still there was something she was getting this strange feeling that something was just off. Over the last few months she had learned to trust these feelings so she paused at the mouth of the alley. “Hello there do you want to tell me exactly what you are doing?â€

The Vatican didn’t someone mention some problems between them and the Empire? Out o habit she bought out her phone to call someone for help, until she remembered it was probably outside her service provider. And roaming charges must be a bitch between dimensions! Pretending the glass front was a very fancy and weird mirror she touched up her makeup before returning it to her drawstring purse. She made sure to thank the poor waiter for everything on the way out. Finally back on the street she hailed a Hansom back to the pub whilst trying to remember some of those east end sing along tunes.

Agnes softly landed and wandered over to the other two and slightly worried look on her face. But only before one last scan of the area to make sure that none of the assailants were still loitering around to cause trouble. “Hey are you both okay?†as she wandered over, a concerned look on her face. “Hi I’m Young Britannia, hence the accent. It complicated but rest assure here I am.†She carefully knelt down beside her two colleges. “So can anyone tell me exactly who that nutter was? And why exactly he had a major beef with us?â€

She liked the rain; it was the only weather that affected her in any way. Since she woke up the cold and heat didn’t seem to register in the slightest. But even she got wet in the rain. She had spent a productive night at the soup kitchen at Our Lady of Mercy a lot of the homeless were beginning to trust her more. Already she had heard a few rumors from the folk there, including a worrying one that someone was looking for her. Actually she had been expecting it for some time having never adopted a costume and with her distinctive eyes some must have by now connected the dots and was hunting her down.

“Okay playtime over.†Her frustration was beginning to show, after all this she was no nearer to finding anything out. Well except that poor Bloody Nora was a real person who had a major problem with her. She seemed to think that they were connected in some way, maybe via her so called master. Out of anger and frustration her blow was wide and didn’t endanger Nora in the slightest. Nora set gave her an evil smile causing Lucy face to contort in a mask of grim determination. Then an idea struck her, she was going about this the wrong way.

She pulled out a hankie and dabbed at her eyes. “Oh I’m sorry to intrude, it was rude of me but…†she threw herself to the table and sob loudly. “It is just that he’s my betrothed, but he keeps going out at odd hour to see people. I think… I think he’s seeing another woman.†Was she over doing this, oh well lets go for broke. She grabbed his hand and stared at him with her red rimmed eyes. “If only you could avert my fears about my poor Jack.†Well she was no Irene Adler, but hopefully her amateur dramatic would be enough to fool the poor waiter.

Initiative 1d20+2=18 Notice 1d20+8=20

Talking over try to hit Nora, 1d20+10=14. Well I did say try...

In that case Bluff : 1d20+7=17

Can I play the worried spouse and use my still remaing Bluff bonus?

Agnes sat for a few minutes replaying the conversation for any clues of his possible guilt. Damn Columbo made this all seem so simple, then again you see the murderer at the start. And it should really be Holmes considering the London she was in. As she though she called over the waiter. “Excuse me, sorry I didn't get your name, but could I have a glass of water?†Wait this was his favourite restaurant, when the waiter returned she gave her best smile. “Does Mr Trowell come here often?â€

Lucy had almost gone for an all black clothing but had finally relented to a tasteful red number with some amazing embroidery work. And she had to admit that the whole costume did look good on her. The sunglasses almost ruined the look but she didn't want people freaked out by her eyes it would ruin the whole day. She stepped out of the changing booth and gave a little twirl for Johnny. “So what do you think do I look like a princess?†She didn't have a chance to hear the reply as just then she was whispered away by the guards. Lucy managed to turn and blow him a little kiss. “Wish me luck. I think they are going to need all the help they can get!â€

So he was a talker that was good that meant she had time. Time to formulate a plan. She took off her shoes and massaged her feet while they sorted out her drink, an innocent action unlikely to cause a second glance. It also allowed her to test how much strength she still had, not enough it seemed, she made sure she put the shoes back on in case she had to move quick. She also undid her jacket, to test the strength of the arcane necklace. However hard she tried she could seem to find the necklace, some kind of magical defense she guessed. She sipped the whiskey, not bad but then again she use to drink stuff brewed in a bathtub, and scanned the room looking for her chance to escape. She held up the cigarette for someone to light. “So what's the story? Why are you looking for revenge?â€