GM:
right, thoughts, meditations, questions before we begin?

Tien:
I've done a lot of research and every sect has rules agaist sex

Tien:
In real life

An:
Woot! Accept my Sect.

An:
or except

An:
not accept

Martel:
ummm, i would say that is actually kinda wrong lee

GM:
Most protestants allow their ministers sex after marriage

Tien:
I thouhgt that he was trying to convert me

An:
ACCEPT MY SECT! DO IT!!!!

Tien:
yea, I know that. So what do ya think

Lan:
::Excepts his sect.::

GM:
You'll find that pretty much all neopagans are very active sexually, and in theory the Celestial Church is as much based on those as on Christianity or Buddhism

Tien:
yea, most sects do allow marrage

Tien:
marrige

GM:
so where's your problem?

Martel:
and they definately do the whoopie after marraige

Tien:
My problem? I had seen Tien as having to forgo such activites.

GM:
"Get married? But I can't even spell marriage!"

Tien:
Hey, that is me...

Martel:
ahh, but WHY do you see tien as such be da question!

An:
I think you're confusing lust with love.

Martel:
happiness is not a sin, despite evidence to contrary

Tien:
That may very well be.

Tien:
Love is the greatest gift from the Pancreator, so why should it be denied between man and woman

Tien:
That is the question

Martel:
whohoo!

Tien:
Attachments...

Martel:
...make you human

Lan:
Oh, no it's not. The amigdala is far more interesting. And that's just in the cranium.

Tien:
...cause you to not acheive enlightenment

Martel:
...or at least a good computer

GM:
I dunno... I can attach files on my computer at work and it's a piece of crap

Martel:
so what you are saying is that you are bhuddest, not a worshipper of the pancreator?

GM:
What's a Bhuddest?

Tien:
There is the crux

GM:
Is it anything like a Buddhist?

Tien:
AFK

Martel:
similer, but with worse spelling

GM:
Must be one of those splinter sex

Martel:
so i've herd

GM:
or sects.. hard to tell sometimes

Lan:
Hehe! There's the Jumpgate Crux.

GM:
Cam has nominated a theme song for tonight based on this discussion which I second : http://www.azlyrics.us/01235

Martel:
i third it, and so it carries

An:
We need a theme song for each game.

GM:
of course, that wasn't what he suggested, just a related song that google gave me for some reason

GM:
http://www.hereinmyhead.com/collect/earth/le12.html

Martel:
iin that case i merely seconded what stephen accidentally firsted

Lan:
I was going to vote for "kiss me where it smells funny" by the Bloodhound Gang. ::looks dejected::

GM:
Though, the Sensuality was maybe more appropriate to the above discussion

An:
Its probably true.

GM:
Back Lee?

Tien:
back. dinner was boiling

GM:
Okay, we ready to start?

Martel:
hear hear

An:
Yes... wait no.... wait yes!

Lan:
Ja.

Tien:
yes

GM:
Then in 3... 2... 1...

GM:
~~~IC~~~

GM:
::It must be past midnight. The city streets are silent and dark, save for the ever-present drizzle. Fuzion streetlamps blink in intermittant light, spaced unevenly, serving simply to make more shadows in the less important neighborhoods. As the cult meeting lets out, An slowly follows Tien across the city while Lan emerges from the back room to share his Eureeka moment with Martel::

Martel:
::sits on a cot, chewing an unlit cigar stub::

Lan:
::Lan comes out of the Lab. Looks directly at the Deacon:: It's NOT permenant damage! It's totally reversible! He died because, he was too healthy! ::bug-eyed, gesturing emphatically::

Martel:
hoookay, looks like someone hasn't been taking his sanity pills... i think the dying bit proved he wasn't healthy enough, unless i miss my guess...

Lan:
::eyes narrow. He grumbles:: I'm perfectly sane. Aleph's immune system was too strong. It eventually fought back hard enough, and won. He died while his body was rejecting the modifications!

Martel:
ahhhh, ok, that makes more sense, say that nest time.

Lan:
I have GOT to get an adequate catalogue of genetic markers for this thing. I can FIX it. I need, the guts of a couple... ::looks around, shuts up:: a bit more research.

Martel:
::gets up off the cot:: allright then, whats the plan, HOW do we fix these guys, immonosuppresants or something?

Lan:
::shakes head:: Not that alone. Heavy immunosupression would halt much of the disease, but it wouldn't fix the underlying mutilation. And, you just can't sustain that kind of thing.

Martel:
fair enough. ::scratches head:: ummm, ithink that would be my allotment for doctoring words today, all othersugestions gotta come from you...

An:
::laughs::

Lan:
::Lan wants to head directly back to homebase, to talk to the others. But he has misgivings about suddenly disappearing. He knows what he wanted to know. Now it comes to execution again. Not his strong suit... not that he's sure they'll be there when he gets there, anyhow.::

Martel:
::Martel quietly cleans his flamer, humming tunelessly to himself, lost in thought::

Tien:
((Where is Tien and AN?))

GM:
((Tien is midway through the city, heading back towards the entrance to the sewers he knows how to navigate... An is lagging behind him))

Lan:
::reviews his remaining commitments here, and the current whereabouts of Chiona, in his mind::

Tien:
Tell me your thoughts, AN? What else did you learn that has made you so quiet?

An:
::stops and mutters something about pity::

An:
::looks up:: I'm sorry, what did you say?

GM:
::you're pretty much free to go from the Aeon clinic, but you're expected back in the future::

Tien:
You are so quiet. I can only assume that you have heard even worse information for the "healer"

An:
::shakes his head:: No, I am... on set by a foul presence in my mind.

Tien:
Well, free that presence so that we can defeat it and drive it from you

An:
This thing is for me to fight alone, on the stoney battle fields of my mind. But it is quiet now, forgive me. We should hurry back.

Lan:
Martel. ::comes closer:: I'd like to get back, fairly soon. Let's, uh. Head back, if you think that's a good idea...

Martel:
sure thing ::heads to the door wavinggoodbye and thanking the staff:: just waiting for you to ask...::puts on a sour expression and heads out into the storm::

Tien:
Have you heard word of your sister? I find that she is foremost in my mind.

An:
No, I have not. She cannot find me, I fear. ::continues walking towards sewer entrance.::

Lan:
::nods, follows, waving to all the nice people. Stopping someone on the way out and advising that he'll be back within a fortnight, if he's able::

Tien:
You established a strong bond, when we were together previously, yes?

An:
Yes indeed you did.

Tien:
::Stops:: What, I said, you...You and she formed a strong bond.

An:
Oh I'm sorry, I guess we did. Did I say you?

Tien:
Yes, ::Trying to look deeply into his eyes:: Are you listening to what I say?

An:
Funny I would say something like that ::looks at him out of the corner of his eyes:: Oh yes, I'm listening, are you?

Tien:
::Starts walking back to the sewers:: I sense the hints that you are dropping, yes. Before I knew that you were brother and sister, I was ... I felt quite jealous of the relationship between the two of you.

An:
::follows:: Really? You know there was never nothing there, but a mutual friendship.

Tien:
That is when I realized that I was not following my teaching of avoiding attachments. I corrected that action.

Tien:
Yes, I know. You are siblings.

An:
You're taught to avoid all attachments?

GM:
::turning from a side road, Martel and Lan overhear the conversation and catch up to An and Tien not far from the sewer::

An:
::turns to see Martel and Lan::

Tien:
Attachments fetter your thoughts to this reality. They prevent you from reaching higher awareness...::Looks at the others::

Martel:
::waves:: ho there, any luck?

Tien:
Not much. ::keeps moving::

Lan:
::trundles along, looking excited::

Martel:
for some bad news guys... ::turns to lan:: you tell em

Lan:
It's... uh. Not bad news. Good news! ::nods, and hustles on:: I'm going to need some more research material, but... Oh. ::droops:: You mean, that... Yeah. ::kicks himself, mentally::

Martel:
yeah. that.

An:
::listens intently::

Tien:
::Whispers to AN:: Do you see how attachments can divert a man from his work?

An:
::whispers back:: Like your attachment to the Pancreator?

Lan:
::sighs:: Aleph has died. I'm sorry. I couldn't do anything.

Tien:
::Looks taken aback:: Oh, I am sure that you did your best.

An:
::looks confused:: I'm sorry... what did you say?... who?

Tien:
::Pats Lan on his back:: It is hard to see someone pass. ::Turns to Martel:: You took care of his spirit, brother?

Lan:
::looks at An:: Aleph. I think I want to get you on a mild immunosupressant. I need to dream up a tidy way to check people's immune responses, too. Aleph died from massive tissue rejection. Because his immune response beat the ::adds triumphantly:: *active* virus that was in his system.

An:
::looks like he doesn't understand:: Aleph? ::chokes back a cough::

An:
::falls down to a sitting position:: Aleph...

Martel:
::summing up:: basically, yer body is pissed at the new bits.

An:
::looks up tears in eyes:: No medicine.

Martel:
:: pulls An up and keeps him moving:: not here, not now.

Tien:
::Helps with AN::

GM:
::as the group turns a corner, freeze frame... the two priests support An, pushing him along, sadness in all three... Lan a few steps ahead, looking somewhat ashamed of his triumph... All see, at roughly the same moment, the scene before them... a few dozen feet from the entrance to the labyrinth stands a young girl... angelically beautiful, fragile, sheltered under a black umbrella... She looks at the men coming towards her... a small man, balding, a dark look in his eyes... wearing the black of the Jakovians... not far away, another, enormous, imposing... wearing the veined black armor and weapons of a Kossack::

An:
::straightens up and sucks back the emotion, as taught by the reeves::

GM:
::all understand, that helping her is of total importance, for she surely cannot protect herself::

Tien:
::whispers to AN:: Pancreator help us.

GM:
::Round 1::

An:
::shouts:: HEY!

Martel:
::mutters loud enough for them to hear:: pancreator help THEM

Lan:
::wishes he'd brought... bloody anything whatsoever with him::

GM:
::the Kossack turns his mirrored face on you all, and his posture shifts in recognition of the threat::

GM:
::the small man spares a glance, but does not yet seem to understand who you are::

Tien:
::Readys his mind for action::

An:
((Oh shiznit, its on))

Lan:
::looks for a rock, and a place to take cover.::

GM:
::the scrape of a plasteel broadsword rings through the alleyway as the Kossack gets ready to attack::

Martel:
((he who lives by the sword gets shot by those who dont))

GM:
##Round 2 - Declare Intentions please##

Lan:
((Torched, you mean. ))

Martel:
((...hush, you!))

Tien:
::Activate Strengthing, lvl 3 SOMA::

An:
::unleash hell, with beat downing::

Martel:
::points flamer at the kossack:: Lay down thy blade, or be Judged!

An:
::the psychic way. fling someone out of the way, like the big one::

GM:
##Kossack - action 1 - Moving forward to come up to Public Enemy #1 Anhetepf, action 2, attacking##

Lan:
::runs for cover. If there's a way to the sewers that's not directly through the badguys, that's the route. Otherwise, any port in a storm::

GM:
##Initiative - Lan exits combat (NA), An Activates Psi (12), Kossack Moves up (12), Martel Shoots (11), Tien Activates Psi (8), Kossack Attacks An##

GM:
##An, your go##

An:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 2 16

GM:
##1 VP##

An:
((woot?))

Martel:
((woot)

GM:
::The Kossack shifts a bit, as 130 pounds of force is pushed against his 400 pound frame.... it looks to have slowed him down, but not much::

GM:
##Martel##

Martel:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 11 1

Martel:
(can i use one of those point thingies to rais the one to a 2? do i need to?))

GM:
##3 VPs at TN 13## ((no, it's a full success))

Martel:
((nifty))

GM:
##roll 8d6##

Martel:
rolled 8 6-sided dice: 4 3 2 4 6 3 4 1

Martel:
((what am i looking for here?))

GM:
##7 damage, 1 of which is unsoakable, Kossack rolls armor##

GM:
rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 6 3 1 3 5

GM:
##takes 3 damage##

Lan:
((Viper tactics! ))

GM:
::the blast of ka oil releases a burst of heat only a step from An as it sticks all over the scaled plastic armor... the Kossack grunts with the flames which still burn::

An:
::flinches from the heat::

GM:
##Tien##

Tien:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 14 3

Tien:
((What is the goal? psi x2?))

GM:
##TN was Passion + Psi or 8... you got 1 VP for +3 Str##

Tien:
((ok)

GM:
::Tien flexes as he concentrates and there is a slight wet sound in the already wet rain as his muscles tighten with new force::

GM:
##that bumps you into +1 melee damage, btw##

Tien:
((STR is now: 8))

GM:
##Kossack, unhappy, swings at An with TN currently at -6 for shove and multiple action penalty##

GM:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 17 10

An:
((Woot?))

GM:
::the Kossack swings with too much force, misjudging the distance due to his discomfiture, the blow barely missing An's head::

Martel:
((with a minus 6? damn well better be woot, or we be screwed))

GM:
##Round 3, Declare##

Lan:
::as an aside, still interested in finding a way into sewers.::

Martel:
can't say i didn't warn you...::hoses down the kossack backside for a nice even coating::

GM:
##The Kossack tries to catch An with the backswing, still thinking him the worst threat, but readying a dodge for the flamegun##

An:
##Martial Kick to the face##

GM:
##The little man turns a look of hatred on the Avestite and begins concentrating##

Tien:
##Move and engage smaller man - Martial Hold##

GM:
##Initiative - Tien Moves up (14), Kossack Swings (14), Little Guy Attacks (13), An's reflect (--), Martel shoots (11), Kossack Dodges (--), An Kicks##

GM:
##Kossack##

GM:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 10 14

GM:
##ouch... this is really going to hurt... 11d damage##

GM:
rolled 11 6-sided dice: 4 1 5 2 1 4 4 5 2 5 1

Lan:
((woot! Unless I misunderstand how to read those dice. ))

GM:
((it's 4 or less))

Martel:
((not so woot)

GM:
##An... go ahead and roll 2d for thick clothing##

An:
rolled 2 6-sided dice: 5 5

GM:
##suck... you're now on your -8 health level##

GM:
##ie, 2 more damage to death##

GM:
::The backswing lives up to expectations, ripping An nearly in half across his chest... were it not for the Kossack being wary of the Avestite, it likely would have been a death blow::

An:
::reels back from the punch::

GM:
##Little Guy - Vis Bolt##

Martel:
((i think he just hit you with a big ass sword dude))

GM:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 4 13

GM:
##An's Reflection - Ego + Psi##

GM:
##-4 for multiple action, no wound penalties until next turn##

An:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 19 14

An:
((oww))

Lan:
::does his best to nab the young girl on his way:: Come on, dearie! We have to go!

GM:
##no reflect, but at least no Wyrd lost on a failure##

Lan:
::struggles with her, if necessary::

GM:
rolled 4 6-sided dice: 5 5 1 6

GM:
##soak one damage Martel##

Martel:
((okie, how many dice?))

Martel:
((ok))

Martel:
rolled 7 6-sided dice: 1 5 2 2 4 1 1

Martel:
((woot indeed))

GM:
::the bolt of raw electricity arcing from the man's hands sparks harmlessly off of Martel's heavy stiffsynth robes::

GM:
##Martel Shoots##

Martel:
::looks over his shoulder:: yer next, shrimp.

Martel:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 20 12

Martel:
((things be goin poorly, so i'm negating the bad luck wit a wyrd))

GM:
((okay, making the roll functionally 19 12)

Martel:
((yup))

GM:
##roll 9d damage##

GM:
##then 3d for the oil that's still burning from last turn##

Martel:
rolled 9 6-sided dice: 3 6 3 3 6 5 4 6 4

Martel:
rolled 3 6-sided dice: 4 4 3

GM:
##soak 1##

GM:
rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 4 4 5 1 6

GM:
##soak 2##

GM:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 10 10

GM:
rolled 6 6-sided dice: 5 2 5 5 5 5

Martel:
((whohoo))

GM:
##kossack takes a total of 4 damage, and has 6d constant damage next turn##

GM:
##kossack forgot to dodge the flamer, so will be dodging An##

GM:
::again the "whumph" of igniting ka oil fills the air and a glob of the nasty stuff joins the mass already on the warrior... by sheer luck none gets on An... the flames are beginning to make the Kossack look like a nightmare::

GM:
##An's kick##

GM:
##at -4 for the multiple##

An:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 14 19

An:
(Why does god hate me?))

GM:
((you're just too pretty to live))

Tien:
((And you will not pray with tien))

An:
((That must be true))

Martel:
((monkey's left nut))

GM:
::The deep rumble may be the Kossack's laughter as An cannot even make a dying lunge that connects, and he hadn't even had the chance to get out of the way::

GM:
##Tien, martial hold, -4 for multiple action##

Tien:
##DEX + FIGHT = 14 -4 = 10##

Tien:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 13 2

Tien:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 13 12

GM:
##the unresisted hold connects, and grabs on strongly with 4 VPs##

GM:
##the little guy tries to resist##

GM:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 4 17

Lan:
::once he'n the girl are safe, Lan will shreik hysterically:: Bring me the Kossack! Dead or Alive! I need him! ::wow. That guy sounds like a mad scientist. He'd be somewhat more sober if he knew how bad a shape An was in.::

GM:
##would you like to deal 3d grapple?##

Tien:
ok

Tien:
rolled 3 6-sided dice: 3 5 2

Tien:
##+1 for str?##

GM:
##sure##

Tien:
rolled 1 6-sided die: 3

GM:
##the synthsilk is unhelpful against slow, crushing damage and the little guy takes 3 wounds##

GM:
::Tien leaps across the alley and pins the Jakovian's arm behind him in a painful joint lock::

Tien:
((Hopefully, preventing him from looking at me))

Martel:
::considers asking Tien to hold the jakovian REEEALY still for his next shot::

GM:
::Scene Recap - An has a nasty slash across his chest as a burning Kossack looms over him, the fire making him even more terrible to behold... Martel tries to choose a target... Tien has the Jakovian under control... and Lan is dragging the girl to safety while cackling like a madman::

GM:
##Round 4 - Declare##

Martel:
##roasting me a Kossack, hopefully...FINALLY##

Tien:
##Making the little one eat pavement##

Lan:
::trying to keep the other little one, and himself, safe::

GM:
##The Kossack has decided that he's had enough of this meddling priest, and the number one threat seems to not be##

GM:
##The little guy decides to deal with his current problem##

An:
##falls to the ground in lots of pain and attempts to knock the kossacks legs out with his mind##

GM:
##Initiative - Tien's continued hold (14), Kossack Slash (14), Martel's Attack (11), Little Guy (10), An's Shove ##

GM:
##Tien... you have no problem strengthening your hold, roll 4d damage##

Tien:
rolled 4 6-sided dice: 4 5 6 2

GM:
##he takes 2 more as he's roughly pressed onto the pavement::

Martel:
((ooh ooh, does he get another +1 for the extra str?))

Tien:
((already in there))

GM:
::the little man grunts, and you hear him mutter "Soon, you will taste the lightning"::

Tien:
::Had a feeling that would happen::

GM:
##Kossack's slash against Martel##

GM:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 4 15

GM:
##spending 1wyrd to lower that to a crit##

Martel:
((ok, how much will this suck? can i spend one to raise it again btw?))

GM:
((nope))

GM:
rolled 15 6-sided dice: 1 3 1 5 5 5 3 4 1 3 5 6 6 1 1

GM:
rolled 1 6-sided die: 3

Tien:
((DODGE?.. too late))

Martel:
((then it shall sucketh much))

GM:
##soak 10##

Martel:
rolled 7 6-sided dice: 1 5 6 2 5 2 3

GM:
##take 6 damage##

Martel:
::hisses in pain, and then grins ferally::

GM:
::the mighty blow is partially turned by the bulky robes, leaving only an immense and soon-to-split bruise along Martel's shoulder::

GM:
::and a ringing sensation in the arm not holding the gun::

GM:
##Martel, return fire##

Martel:
((flame on!))

Martel:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 17 14

Martel:
((spending a wyrd))

GM:
##okay, you know the drill, 9d damage##

GM:
##then 6 more for the constant##

Martel:
rolled 9 6-sided dice: 4 5 5 1 5 1 6 3 1

Martel:
rolled 6 6-sided dice: 4 2 3 3 3 6

GM:
##right.. that's 5 of which he can only soak 2 and 5 more (8 constant now)##

GM:
rolled 6 6-sided dice: 2 3 5 3 5 5

GM:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 4 19

GM:
rolled 6 6-sided dice: 3 3 4 2 1 1

GM:
##he takes 3 of the first batch and none of the second batch##

GM:
::Again the flash of Ka oil, and the Kossack slowly burns to death, but not without seeming a horrible demon come to claim you all::

GM:
##Little Guy - Vis Shock##

Tien:
((NO))

GM:
((no?))

Tien:
((LOL, yea, I forbid))

An:
((... OH YEAH))

Lan:
((Me too. ))

GM:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 7 10

GM:
##critical success... ##

Martel:
((shit, is this one on me too?))

GM:
rolled 10 6-sided dice: 4 2 6 6 4 3 5 6 6 3

GM:
((no, on the guy holding him))

Tien:
##5 damage##

Martel:
((k))

GM:
##roll 2d soak for your rags Tien##

Tien:
Oh, ok.

Tien:
rolled 2 6-sided dice: 4 6

Tien:
##4 damage##

GM:
::the seemingly defeated little man releases a blast of electrical bioenergy all into the priest that was nice enough to make full body contact::

GM:
##An's shove is TN 2... do you wanna bother?##

Tien:
((Arn't I nice?))

GM:
##TN 4 if you just want to kinda float him off balance##

An:
((He's dead, so I don't think it matters))

GM:
((well, considering he's not into his penalty levels yet I wouldn't say he's quite dead))

Martel:
((we both talkin bout the kossack?

GM:
((yeah... he's taken enough damage to kill An, certainly, but Kossacks are badass mofos))

An:
((sure I'll float him())

An:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 8 11

An:
((Good try))

GM:
##no harm no foul, no wyrd spent##

Martel:
((good, then we can still play...flame on!))

An:
::falls fully to the ground exhausted::

GM:
::the collapsed An tries to focus his will through the pain, but in incapable::

GM:
::Scene Recap - Lan has descended to the sewers with the mystery girl, though she's putting up a bit of a fight to see how the battle ends... Tien is slowing crushing the little guy unconscious as he takes psychic flak...

Tien:
::What him out, not dead::

GM:
An lies collapsed at the feet of the dread pirate rober...er.. the combustable Kossack as he squares off with a bruised by healthy Martel::

GM:
##Round 5 - declare all those still active##

Martel:
##letting the kossack have what for##

Tien:
You will surrender. Submit not. You are defeated.

Lan:
::telling the girl:: We have to be ready to go... if things don't go well up there. Do you understand me?

Tien:
##If he does not submit, then more pavement::

GM:
##Kossack hauls off again##

GM:
##little guy tries his trick again##

GM:
##initiative - Kossack (14), Tien (14), Martel (11), Little Guy##

GM:
##Kossack Strike##

GM:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 6 6

Martel:
((fuckin kossack, one o dese dayd I'LL go first, an den we'll see whats what!))

GM:
rolled 10 6-sided dice: 5 1 4 4 5 5 3 6 1 2

GM:
##soak 6##

Martel:
/roll-dice7-sides6

Martel:
rolled 7 6-sided dice: 1 5 1 5 5 4 1

GM:
##take 2##

Martel:
((dammit, what am i at anywho?))

GM:
::Again, the robe thickens at the point of impact, leaving but a painful bruise across Martel's ribs::

GM:
((-8, just above your penalty levels))

Martel:
good.

Tien:
##Grab him by the head and crack it into the pavement## Submit!

GM:
##Crack that resisting mofo##

An:
::starts to try to rise:: .... shut up...

Tien:
rolled 4 6-sided dice: 2 1 3 3

GM:
##that's 4, which is, coincidentally, what the guy had left##

GM:
::The little guy, tensing for more nastiness, slumps as his head hits the ground harder than he could take... he passes out from the pain::

GM:
##Martel - burn the bastich##

An:
::coughs up blood:: ... just you watch.

Martel:
##burning##

Martel:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 1 15

Martel:
((shite))

GM:
##5 damage this time, + the 8 constant##

An:
::rising to his knees::

Martel:
rolled 5 6-sided dice: 3 1 1 6 4

Martel:
rolled 2 6-sided dice: 5 6

Martel:
shit, one sec))

Martel:
rolled 8 6-sided dice: 5 4 4 3 1 3 5 1

GM:
rolled 6 6-sided dice: 3 5 6 5 2 1

GM:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 14 9

GM:
rolled 6 6-sided dice: 6 3 2 6 6 6

An:
... shut up... ::puts one foot down solid and starts to lift into a crouch::

GM:
##He takes 2 from the initial, and 4 from the secondary##

An:
::gets to crouch::

An:
::starts to slowly rise::

GM:
::the smell of burning flesh is overwhelming, but the creature still moves, wavering, not willing to stop::

An:
::stands completely up::

GM:
::the behemoth turns towards his downed foe, surprised::

Tien:
AN, you should stay down, you are injured.

An:
::blood drains out of his mouth::

Tien:
And you make your hurts worse.

An:
::smiles at the behemoth::

Martel:
::lights cigar off of smoking barrel::

Lan:
::cowers at the bottom of his hole in the ground::

Tien:
::Begin taking the belt from the small man and tie is hands behind his back.::

GM:
::red light begins leaking around An and the Kossack as blood soaks both the front and the back of his clothing... Tien can see phantom wings of psi energy emerge from both and span the alleyway::

Martel:
lan, get yer ass up here, An needs a doc!

An:
.... fly....

Lan:
::twitches, and then scrambles up the ladder and pokes his head out::

An:
::begins to life himself and the kossack off the ground::

Tien:
AN!

An:
::with a burst of red light and force the Kossack and himself take off spiralling staright upwards::

Martel:
::raises an eyebrow and looks up at the pair:: mmmm-kay

An:
::there is a brief moment of silence filled with faint sound of a decending, wingless Kossack::

Lan:
::jaw gapes::

GM:
::it looks like a star falling to earth... and there is screaming resonanting in the helmet of the man... not from the fire... not from the fall... but from the death he saw in An's eyes before he was dropped::

GM:
::with a splash of flames and a dull, crunching thud, the Kossack hits the wet pavement and is still... the last of the Ka flames being put out by the rain::

Lan:
::scrabbles out of the hole, still looking upwards::

Martel:
::sighs, taking a last drag on the cigar before putting it out in a convinient puddle and sticking it back into his mouth::

Tien:
::Stands staddling the little man:: AN!

An:
:::descends slowly the transparent wings flapping lightly behind him::

Tien:
::Moves to where AN will land::

Lan:
::rushes over to see if AN is really hurt::

An:
::his feet lands gently on the ground and he gains his footing, the light dissappearing the wings vanishing he collapses::

Tien:
::Catches AN::

Tien:
::Slowly lower him to the ground:: What are you trying to do, kill yourself?

GM:
::the little girl scurries away from Lan to look down at An and the body of the Kossack, making a silent "Wow" with her mouth::

Tien:
::Examines AN's wounds::

Lan:
::looks up from An a moment, to the girl and the Kossack.::

GM:
::An is suffering from a long slash that has laid open bone in a couple of places across his chest, but is not losing organs::

Martel:
::walks up to the kossacks body, and takes the sword off of him::

GM:
::with some first aid he'll survive, but he'll be a long time recovering::

An:
::coughs up gout of blood his eyes fluttering and rolling up in his head::

Tien:
::Begins to pray:: ##Laying on of Hands##

GM:
::the Kossack's sword, after the force applied to its attacks, the heat of the fire, and the fall, looks like it could snap at any moment::

GM:
##TN 12 this time Tien, you might not kill him##

Tien:
##calm + Remedy = 9##

GM:
##But Calm + Theurgy is 12##

Tien:
Ah

Lan:
::Stands up, and goes over to the Avestan:: Were you injured? Was.... ::looks over his shoulder at Tien:: Was anyone else injured?

GM:
((you can make a Wits + Remedy on everyone to heal 1-2 damage for first aid, Lan))

Martel:
::steps on the blade, snapping it, then drops the peices:: yeah, but i'll deal.

Tien:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 17 6

Tien:
::2 level healed::

GM:
::right now, Lan's practiced eye shows that without advanced treatment, everyone should live but will be several weeks in healing::

Lan:
::nods, then goes to look over Tien's shoulder, to see if there's anything else he can do for An, once Tien's done::

GM:
((yes, the mystical healing won't impede your first aid))

Tien:
::Looks up at Lan:: I have stopped the bleeding. He needs more work.

Lan:
::nods, and hunkers down to do what he can.::

Lan:
#Remedy + wits? Something like that?#

An:
::mumbles:: ...the ... girl?

GM:
((yep))

Lan:
rolled 2 20-sided dice: 8 16

GM:
((spend a wyrd to bump that to 3 VPs and I'll let you have healed 2 wounds))

Lan:
::tries to stablize An for the moment, and do what he can to bind up anything that's still open till he can get the guy into what passes for the "real" medical facilities underground::

Lan:
((Okie, 1 wyrd. DOne. ))

Tien:
What were you thinking, pushing your body like that. You could have died, AN. Then what would we do without you? ::begins to cry::

An:
::eyes flutter then shut::

Lan:
::glances at the girl while he's at it. Then glances at the Monk::

Lan:
::wonders if that's more soldier blessing::

An:
::eyes flash open:: ... the Girl! ::tries to sit up::

Tien:
:;Helps him up::

Morning:
The girl's name is Morning, if you please

An:
::looks to the girl and coughs:: Pleasure to meet you Morning.

Martel:
well morning, mind telling us why those fellahs were hunting you down?

An:
Morning... hello... we need to get off the street, you mind if we go underground for a bit?

Morning:
Hunting? I might say they were following too closely, making nuisances of themselves, but following?

Morning:
::appraises An:: You seem to be a much more powerful psychic than Sergei over there... I think I'd like to spend time with you now

Lan:
::stands up. Goes over to inspect charred kossack. Guts still viable? Can be gotten down the sewer opening?::

Martel:
well,in any case, captain electrode and the flaming wonder here will nolonger be makin nuisances of themselves for ya. I kope they weren'tfriends o yours.

GM:
::Every word from the girl, though clearly enunciated, carries a tone of innocence that shows off the fragility of her youth. A girl like this, in the middle of the city, is still in grave danger::

An:
We need to go down the ladder, Morning, we should move now.

GM:
::Lan is able to drag the cooling corpse into the sewer as everyone else follows... what are you doing with Sergei?::

An:
::struggles to get to the sewer opening.::

Tien:
He has much to answer for

Lan:
::looks at others with a surreptitious "whaaaaaat?" look, dragging the corpse down into the sewer::

Tien:
and much to tell

Martel:
::slings flamer over the shoulder and winces:: oh geeze, that's gonna stiffen up like hell unless i can get it warm...

Morning:
Oh yes... do you know that he had me get up at 7 in the morning last week for training? 7 in the morning.

An:
::looks back to the tied up Sergei:: Bring him, if he's not usefull we'll feed him to the Ascorbites. ::winks through his pain at Morning::

Morning:
I would definately say he has a lot to answer for

Morning:
::grins at An's joke, her smile like a golden sun shining just for him::

Martel:
::grabs the runt by his har and starts to drag

Tien:
What training has he made you practice?

An:
::gets down into the sewer with much grunting::

Morning:
::gives Tien a look that makes him feel like he should be able to answer that question himself, it should be Obvious... but he feels like when he figures it out it should please Morning::

Lan:
::meanwhile is laborously lugging his behemoth sample up through the sewer. He was going to be shaking with exhaustion by the time they were back. But what the hell?::

Morning:
So you guys live in a sewer? Is it like some secret castle deep underground or something?

An:
::coughs:: ... no we live in heaven... you'll see.

Morning:
::is primly walking along the sewer path, using her umbrella for balance:: Heaven? That would be neat.

Martel:
::grins:: the man jokes. more like a catacomb than anything else. how bout you lil miss, where are you from?

An:
::follows along using the wall for support:: ::and smiles at the thought of heaven... but his smile drops as he thinks of Aleph::

Morning:
::her pale golden hair shining in the light of a fuzion torch someone probably has, she hikes up her expensive looking black dress to keep it dry::

An:
::chokes back a strangeled breath::

Lan:
::looks back at the gasp, and wipes his brow, breathing hard::

Morning:
From here and there... I have never really had a home, you know, where you get to grow up.. it is very sad

An:
::follows along after her in silence... tears starting to strain down his face::

Martel:
hmmm ::looking thoughtful::

Morning:
Are all of you going to be okay? Sergei and the brute seem to have roughed you up even though they got the worst of it.

Martel:
nothin kid, don't worry about it. who were these dirtbags, other than an apparent tutor and his beefy sidekick?

An:
::lost in thought he ignores her::

Morning:
Oh, you know how it is. Mother says that I am too young to go without an escort in the city.

Martel:
are you afraid of them?

Morning:
Of Sergei or Kossacks? Why would I be afraid of them?

Tien:
I think that you know not what to fear and what not to fear.

Martel:
no reason, just curious.

Martel:
hey tien, c'mere.

Morning:
I think spiders are kind of scary... does that help?

Tien:
::Walks up to Martel::

Martel:
heh, damn straight kid, they are creepy basterds.

An:
::wonders how close to home we are::

Martel:
<w>go ahead and make sure to keep anyone you can out of the way. i think she's mentally influincing those around her

Lan:
::had been overhearing some of this:: Who... is your mother, Morning, dear?

Morning:
Why, Duchess Salandra Decados... I thought you knew. We just got in town today, there was quite a crowd, perhaps you missed it.

GM:
::Lan and Martel are suddenly reminded of the flow of people heading towards the starport earlier::

An:
:::looks around:: How close are we to home?

Lan:
::smiles pleasantly:: Oh, I didn't notice. I've been studying a lot recently.

GM:
::you figure you're still about 20 minutes walk to get home::

An:
::tries to pick up slow pace without aggravating the wound that much::

Martel:
so, lil miss, what type o mind tricks was the runt teaching ya, anyways?

Morning:
He says I am not ready for tricks yet.... ::gives a pretty little pout:: He says that the groundwork for the Invisible Path takes many years before I could be ready for real power

Martel:
sounds like a git to me.

Morning:
He smells like cheese.

Tien:
::Crosses himself, the name of the evil ones::

Martel:
well there ya go. a pompous, cheese-smelling, goat-faced git.

Martel:
((the evil ones are named cheese?!?))

GM:
((welcome to the quotes page))

Martel:
((whohoo!))

An:
((For me they are))

Martel:
sorry if i sound a little biased, but he did try to electrocute me without so much as a "how do you do".

GM:
(("and with a certain knowledge, I knew for what demon they were chanting... Laktoce Entohlerhance!"))

An:
((I know that demon))

Lan:
::Lan blinks. What in the name of the pancreator were they going to do now? He stopped what he was about. Looked at the others. Then back at the girl. Opens his mouth as if to say something, a couple times, and shuts it::

Martel:
oh, btw, lil miss? the invisible path? as you can prolly tell, not so great. I'd advise a less greasy education system.

Morning:
Well, I guess the results speak for themselves. How did you learn to use such powerful psi? ::the last question directed at An, who feels lifted somewhat from his dark mood by her interest::

An:
::lowers his head::: I had help.

An:
::keeps looking forward hurrying::

Lan:
::sighs, and takes back up with his carcass-hauling project, wondering what the hell they're going to do now.::

Martel:
yeah, that? also nort a good path. there is power, but no control. slow and steady bores the crap out of you, but it does the job.

GM:
::And the group wanders, tiredly, into the outside of the Changed village... Lan, lifted by hopes for his science but dragged down by the weight of a massive Kossack... Tien... if he weren't already hairless the electrical burns probably would have taken some off... Martel, his wounded shoulder beginning to split painfully under the weight of the unconscious Psychic supremist... An, surviving a brush with death but at what cost... and Morning, the daughter of the most powerful woman in Decados space, the daughter of the Emperor's consort, tagging along behind... could things get any worse?::

GM:
~~~OOC~~~

Lan:
Eek! We gotta take the kid back! I do not want to try bargaining with a chip like that!

Tien:
you mean clone of the most powerful woman in Decados space

GM:
It's a chip covered in acid

Martel:
or possibly the daughter of the most powerful woman in decados space, but you gotta wonder, who be the daddy

Martel:
she is six

Martel:
how long the mom and the emperor been dating?

Lan:
Or. We could assassnate everyone that stands between her and title, and befriend her.

Tien:
The emperor uses protection

An:
Kill them all

Martel:
unless he wants an heir

An:
We should just kill her.

An:
Stupid mind control

Tien:
a little electronic devise that he uses once a month to make him shoot blanks.

An:
Drown her in the sewage.

Martel:
and eat her brains so she stops mindfuckin everyone

GM:
I don't know what you're talking about

An:
I should use reflection on her and see what happens

GM:
You should

GM:
That would be neat

Martel:
NOOOOooooooo...!

GM:
of course, given experience, what would happen would be "damnit, how come I can't ever roll low enough?"

Martel:
he used the N word!

An:
that sounds good.

GM:
but it would be... Neat

Martel:
::curls up into a ball and shudders::

An:
Alright, I don't know if it will work but I'll try it when I'm not soooo dead.

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