Luccia's page

"Wait, honey." Luccia says, hopping up the stairs with grace. "Let me go first, I get the feeling that I know how to handle these things."
I'll check the door for traps and locks before I attempt to open it.

Luccia will enter after taking a minute to calm the hell down, since she was NOT interested in going into a room with bodies piled high.

"Criminals?" the catfolk replies on reflex. "I prefer the term 'entrepreneur'..."

She pauses, looking confused. "I haven't the foggiest what my own name is." she says, sounding a little depressed. "I... think I used to live down by the sea?"

"Something wrong, love?" Luccia asks the woman sorting through everything repeatedly. "You look like something's missing."

"Oh, hello there!" she purrs. "Goodies!"

Luccia will pick through and find the gear that fits her and feels right. Most notably being the tail bow and dark red leather coat cut in a shackles pirate style. Adjusting her boots and checking the ruffle of her cuffs, she walk back to the group.

"I found equipment. Some of it seems to be ours." she says. "Would help if you all had some weapons."

Pretty sure Odin said that right before getting devoured by the Fenris-wolf...

I'm pretty sure the line was actually

"I'm ripped! Come at me SCRUBLORD! GIT GUD!"

I do not have nature so I'll just be boggled.

The catfolk will drop to crouch on the balls of her feet and twist the thing's head around so everyone can see it, either oblivious to the disturbing loseness of the neck or all too familiar with it.

"I feel like I know each of you, but I haven't the foggiest idea what this is." she says, drawing attention to the doctor's face.

She stands again, touching a fingertip to her chin. "And... to be honest, I don't even remember my name. So... perhaps it wasn't important?" she shivers, her fur rippling upright before smoothing again. "Perish the thought." she adds.

Abandoning the corpses with sudden abandon, the catfolk will go looking about this room for equipment or gear that might be theirs. While she felt confident she could win a game of Knife-and-Candle without the knife, she had no idea how useful the rest of the group would be in their underthings. Some armor would help keep me alive. she thought, absently soothing the fresh cuts in her hide. And something that actually lets me work locks would be preferred.

Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (7) + 5 = 12

Fear?: 1d20 + 1 ⇒ (10) + 1 = 11

"Thanks, love." the catfolk says, looking at the dead doctor curiously, but also with obvious unease. She will gingerly reach down and pick off the mask the doctor was wearing.

She gags at the stink of death, and the fur on her tail fluffs up to stand on end as she stares out the pile of bodies. that could have been you. she thinks.

Standing, she will try to smooth wrinkles in her outfit that aren't there. "Right, well, this place is pretty horrible, isn't it?" she says, taking a breath. "Though... I haven't the foggiest who any of you are, aside from vaguely familiar in the 'I had a dream and you were in it' sense."

Luccia will spring out of the cell, trying to intercept the fleeing doctor. "Can't let you call for help, now can I?" she whispers coyly as she tries to grab the doctor.

CMB: Grapple: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (18) + 5 = 23
I don't have improved grapple so if she's still armed with that scalpel she can make an AoO. I have AC 15 without my armor.

I have extendable, rather large, claws. They'd fit in the lock, and I'd be able to get touch feedback since they're, well, on the ends of my fingers. Not the best tool, I know. -_-

Not to mention the chance of breaking a nail!

Also, I think our Android is suffering from... Lag. O-O
Might need to check her connection! :D

Yeah +10 to the DC is brutal. Even simple locks are absurd.

I expected it would be difficult, but a 28 is what I'm rolling without tools (though I did just look up how that works. The DC goes up by 10 if you don't have tools.) Maybe I can work out using claw blades or something as improvised tools. :) Eh, it was worth a shot.

True!
Oh DM Ragnarok, I had some spoilered actions, if you would rather I use those, I'd like to, but however you want to reconcile it. It just seemed like it had been overlooked.

Did I make any progress with the lock on my own?

Saving him? I need to get the hells out of here. she thinks to herself. ... Wherever this is.
Perception: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (4) + 5 = 9
Luccia will not see anything of importance on the strange doctor but will reach through the bars as the doctor hits her cell. Her fingernails pop out, lethally sharp, and she slices her claws across the doctor's neck.

Attack: 1d20 + 5 ⇒ (11) + 5 = 16 Hopefully vs. Flat-footed.
Damage: 1d6 + 1 ⇒ (6) + 1 = 7SA damage: 1d6 ⇒ 4

Ugh I've had that happen before I know how terrible you can feel. At least you're back on your feet.

I think so. I got savagely mauled. It was great.

The catfolk backpedals away from the creature, her fur standing on end and her lips peeled back from her teeth with a hiss.

5 ft step away and full defensive action. Too much fight or flight mode going on right now for her to have something to say.

Initiative: 1d20 + 7 ⇒ (20) + 7 = 27
The female stands up from a crouch, almost unseen until she realizes there's nowhere to hide. A catfolk with the fur coloration of an Ocelot, she is lithe and slim and still curvy in the right places, though her fur standing up in her alert state makes her seem slightly larger than she normally would. Her golden cat-eyes widen as she takes in the fog.

"This certainly doesn't bode well..." she murmurs, grasping her hands together in anxiety. She backs away from the fog, looking at both the up and down paths and considering which she could bolt through.

Checking in! Thanks for having me.