Tiffany Korta
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Triakosia Dancia gently touched down in front of this frog faced alien, cautious but also optimistic that she could turn them around to be an ally, “We didn’t want to bind you, but you forced out hand.” keeping it friendly realising how much of a threat that could have have sounded. “You must be aware that if we were servants of Omega we would probably have destroyed you rather than entrap you.” she was aware that right now she’d probably be playing the carrot to Terrifica's stick. “If you know how to get rid of this monstrosity...” she gestured to the Doomcoil “… we would greatly appreciate the help.”
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The Traveller “Trust me government bureaucracy doesn’t change over the centuries, it still grinds slowly on all but the greatest of crises. Sometimes its take a group like the Praetorians to short cut the process, and even we are bound by the will of the Lor – after all, we’re guests of them here on CoVic.” As she spoke she tapped out a message that appeared in Starlok’s AR feed. I know some people that might be able to help, but you’ll need to provide more information first. Smoothly she acted as if nothing was amiss smiling broadly when alcohol was mentioned. “Now that something I know a lot about, I know this dive in the lower levels that has some from your region of space and they’re still giving me a tab as well!”
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VALKYRJA “Hey I get you, I just have to change and we’ll get there straight away. I didn’t exactly come through the official channels, and I don’t think Frárvængr likes me much. ” She grasped the handle of the sword the blade solidifying as she lofted the great sword above her head. She grew in stature as her clothes morphed into a suit or medieval-looking armour. Casually thrusting the sword into the ground she swept up Astrid in a hug. <”IT IS GOOD TO MEET YOU LITTLE ONE, LONG HAS IT BEEN SINCE I’VE MET A FELLOW ASGARDIAN.”>
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VALKYRJA "IF MY VOICE UPSETS YOU GOBLIN THEN I APOLOGIZE, IT IS THE WAY OF MY PEOPLE." Bobbi had a term for it that, something about no indoor voice, she didn't quite understand it was just how she'd always spoken. "I THANK YOU FOR YOUR HELP IF YOU EVER NEED SOMETHING THEN CALL ON ME." When Raya exited the cave Valkyrja swept her up in a friendly hug. "IF I HAD KNOWN THAT TIME WAS DIFFERENT HERE I WOULD HAVE ARRIVED EARLIER, THE OLD MAN WAS QUIT UNHELPFUL! I WILL SUMMON FRARVAENGR AND WE CAN RETURN TO MIDGARD*." *Earth
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White Lioness “As I said to him Àjàṣorò is fine for now, we’re all equals here after all.” She walked around the fellow hero examining him, with so many new heroes coming and going it was always difficult to keep track of them all. “Well your not what I ordered but you’ll do.” she smiled at Delta “But you’ll more than do! What do you know about the situation here?” She trusted that they would have briefed him in some ways, but it never hurt to check and it’d give her a chance to size the other hero up.
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The Immutable Betsy Brooks Thinking back Betsy recalled a couple of frat boys messing about with a speed boat not far from where she had been waiting ditching the flip flops, her feet being pretty tough, she dashed back to where they were moored up. Not having time to negotiate she jumped down onto the deck and almost growled at the young men. “I need this boat the two of you out now” looking over the top of her glasses eyes softly glowing red for a final touch she smiled showing her sharp eye teeth. They couldn’t get out of the boat quick enough and in a few minutes she was making her way towards the ship in some style. She could get use to this, but she’d definitely give the boat back, eventually...
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Betsy shall use her Intimidate with skill mastery for an automatic 25.
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ooc Hydra the Queen (OOC)
Tiffany Korta replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Rivers, Lakes and Oceans
Huh I thought I'd already posted it, still here you go. Reflex Save: 1d20+7 10. -
Triakosia Dancia was about to try and correct the alien over his mistaking her for Centurion, even if she’d been inspired by him in oh so many ways, when everything began to kick off with some form of bluff on his part. She was as much impressed as she was annoyed by the sudden turn of events, luckily thing were looking to be quickly sorted out in a nonviolent way. “If we were the servants of Omega we wouldn’t be anything like a gentle as we are right now, please stand down so we can resolve this peacefully.” Just to make sure he was down and more amiable she gave a used a massive gust of breath to hopefully knock him off his feet onto his stubborn butt.
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The Immutable Betsy Brooks Betsy was whistling to herself as she was wasting her time down at the docks. On her travels down here, she’d come into contact with a few deep One’s in the Caribbean that had owed her a favour, so they’d offered to bring her in a little something that she couldn’t get Vibora City. They were probably getting baked on some rock out in the bay or something, at least that’s what she though before the lightning strike and resulting fire. “Ah for f*** sake!” Well her night was ruined so she should really see if she could help out, looking for something that could get her out to the site quickly. At least she was dressed more for the water than for her general day to day activity.
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The Traveller Whilst Sitara was expecting Amara she wasn’t expecting Dirge whilst she like the alien, she’d bought him here after all, he did have a habit of escalating a situation towards violence. And whilst she didn’t like Starlok she didn’t want to start the day trying to break up a fight. When the situation looked that it was about to escalate, she stepped up and put her power pike between the two, it crackling with energy. “Well I’ve been a warrior for four thousand years and as much as I love a bar room brawl, the landing bay is not the place to start a fight. How about we give you the tour and if you want to pop into the combat room you can feel free.”
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Bobbi Foster If Bobbi was embarrassed that she wasn’t quite what Astrid was expecting she didn’t show it instead beaming as she greeted her temporary ward. “I’m Bobbi Takhi Foster pleased to meet you, I guess I’m sort of the step-step sister.” after a quick pause for the terrible “joke” she carried on “I got you this.” From her large purse she got out a package that turned out to be a large chunky jumper, black and white stripes with jaunty runes scattered around the stripes. “I’m not sure how use to the cold you are, but back home it gets a bit nippy. My mum knits those for me by the dozen, when I pointed out an attempt at a secret identity she knitted one for Val… sorry Valkyrja. I use it as a blanket when I want a quiet night chilling on the sofa.” she grinned at the teen “So as much as I’m curious for a tour I’m guessing you just want to get out of here? Even if it to Canada of all places!”
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The Traveller “The walls of the compound are about four thousand years old from a race now lost, that I have some connect with, it why I was in the area in the first place. As for those hauled up here...” She zoomed an area that was clear but signs that craft had landed she moved the image back to show a military lander there only a few days ago. “They’ve not left the compound and have bought in troops at least once maybe twice with a mix of equipment.” Manipulating the image again showing picked out images of some of the troops in various armors and weapons throughout the local powers. Finally she bought up an images of the landed craft a well armed assault craft. “That’s a Khanate D’horn type Assault craft, still cutting edge. These aren’t just raiders it’s small army I suspect are planning to take over the supply of Tepeyoite. So it’s seven against an aemy how we feeling now?”
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The Immutable Betsy Brooks Out of respect for this fine bit of Bavarian engineering, and her friend? Colleague? Betsy left the croissant in the bag and just sipped at the coffee as she listened to what Persephone had learned. The coffee along with the darkened interior was helping her to regain most of her composure and once they’d arrived all she had to do was put on her sunglasses and she was in costume and ready to go. Munching on the croissant Betsy ignored the crowd of worried professionals and went straight for the corpse, handing the coffee cup to the examiner as she lifed the sheet on the corpse. She examined the corpse in general before lifting the gums to look at the extended eye teeth. “Yeah, this poor sod looks like a vampire, I think they’re dead but just in case…” With a swift movement she took out a stake and rammed it with some force into the withered heart, causing a few of the onlookers to wince. Nonplussed she took back her coffee and took a few more sips. “I think she might be a failed rising of some kind, though those organs suggest something older… Oh hey Sagrado here to join the fun?” she looked at Persephone and smiled before adding “I think we should investigate further, if that’s all right with our City Defender?”
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The Traveller Oh, this was going to be fun! Sitara had always had a problem with pomposity, it was why she wasn’t often sent on diplomatic missions, give her a bar with half a dozen people trying to shank you. At least then you knew what you were getting into. “I am Sitara Shanshikala, lowborn of the Indus valley, I’m and Engineer, Architect and Warrior. I’ve been Queens, Empresses, Prime Leaders and Revolutionaries now I’m a Praetorian between bouts of wandering. Is that good enough for a welcoming committee?” She smiled and activated the comm unit on her arm. “But if that’s not enough… Hey I Amara I’ve got some grand poobah down here that want’s the grand tour. You best send someone down before I get irked.”
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Emerald Spider will fire off some Spdr Blasts Attack Roll: 1d20+10 24.
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ic Hydra The Queen (IC)
Tiffany Korta replied to Avenger Assembled's topic in Rivers, Lakes and Oceans
Miss Grue Daphne was trying to work out just what to say as a good, she didn’t have much beyond admitting she was a god when asked. If she’d managed to work out what was going to say it didn’t matter as something attacked them, her ability to sense life and mind must be overwhelmed with just how much life was going on around them. She wondered if it as guard animal of some type or maybe a Deep One, as some of them they went through some freaky changes over the years. But generally deep ones didn’t speak English. It could be a Deep One trick but Daphne generally trusted that good people did good things, and right now they didn’t quite look there best. She couldn’t speak, but she wasn’t in any danger right now and she still had her telepathy. Time to take that chance. We’re one your side, I’m Miss Grue and we were trying to save the Atlantians and defuse this situation without violence. -
The Immutable Betsy Brooks A bleary eyed Betsy took a few second to focus on her cell, playing Poison Ivy back at her, brain still trying to shake last nights hangover. You should never try to drink two lycanthropes under the table it seemed, still half the fun was in the trying. Stumbling around she managed to put the call on speaker and listened to Persephone explaining the situation. She should be focusing on the details but all she could think about was how good that cheese had been, it was so difficult to get good cheese in this gods forsaken country. Still at least some of the information got through as summed up the situation up succinctly. “Bollocks! Grab me some strong black coffee on the way would you sweetie, give me a reason to get semi decent.” Luckily she kept spare clothes for such emergencies, though how did she got back to office she wasn’t sure, throwing on a Bauhaus t-shirt and some lived in jeans before throwing on her long coat. Boots would require laces and hand eye coordination so for now she slipped on some comfortable trainers. She still felt rough but she was at least ready for whatever was going to happen.
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Ms Bright It took an effort not to just punch them all in there smug little faces right now, but she couldn’t do this right now without finding out what was going on here. “We had a difference of opinion, but we managed to thrash thing out successful. I feel I had the most forceful arguments which thankful led us to where we are today.” She shot a quick glare at this Crimson Cross, if anyone was going to say something stupid, and revealing what was going on it would probably be her. She might believe in the cause but she didn’t like the people she was dealing with, which might be her way to find out and put her on the outs.
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Merge Trois The second Merge (the disguised Nicki) raised her hand and added an options in there nascent plan. “I can stay on the ship and feed information between the two groups, our link means we can’t be blocked.” Technically she could probably be with both groups, but she really wasn’t the direct assault kind of person and it would only make anything more complicated for everyone. “I’ll let everyone know when we’re in position then you can go make your distraction. Anything special we’ll need to know whilst we’re improvising?”
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Emerald Spiders Toughness Save: 1d20+10 22
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Let's go with the two of you then @Grumblefloof and @angrydurf Thread is here, Transylvanian Mix tape
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For when we need all those pesky rolls and such for this here
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Vibora City Morgue, 13th February 2020, Probably to Early for most Latresia Barnes was not having a good day, already having spent far to long trying to sort out something for tomorrow and it might all be for naught either. She wasn’t meant to be in today but the police had insisted she came in and did this one, a body found abandoned in the Oldcorne district with the old money of there insisting it been handled quickly and quietly. “Female around 20 years old, appears human. Corpse is overly pale and appears emaciated.” she intoned into the recorder as she began to prep for the autopsy, it was always sad when they died this young “No outwards signs of wound on the body, will now open up the body. What the f…?” Opening the corpse the smell of decay filled the room, no something unexpected but not as someone who had apparently died so recently. The source of the smell was more obvious from the internal organs, that appeared withered and mummified and not the type of organs you’d find in someone so freshly dead. It was something that beyond her knowledge, however skilled she was, it was something for those with a very different skill set. “We better get the Police Chief down here, and see if those new superheroes of ours are free to come on down.”
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Dr. Thorne 1 post (Rollover) = 1PP Emerald Spider 2 post = 1PP Emerald City Showdown (1) Monster of the Week (1) Merge Trois 1 post = 1PP Kingmaker: Checkmate (1) Ms Bright 1 post = 1PP A Different Kind of Justice (1) Scarab IIII 1 post = 1PP The Immutable Betsy Brooks 1 post (Rollover) = 1PP The Traveller 4 posts + 6 posts (Rollover) = 10 posts = 2PP + 1PP (Ref Post) = 3PP For a fistful of Tepeyoite (3) Toccata and Fugue (1) Valkyrja 2 post Föðursystir Sanngriðr (1) Not all Fun and Games (1) White Lioness 1 posts The Lioness of Dakana (1) GMing 4 posts (2 x 2 = 4) For a fistful of Tepeyoite (1) The Lioness of Dakana (1) Miss Grue 4 post [Maxed] Hydra the Queen (4) Triakosia 2 post [Maxed] The Hunter (2) 4 posts (GM) + 4 posts (Miss Grue) + 2 posts (Triakosia) = 10 rollover posts.