Develanna gently sipped her own drink, experience having taught her to try new liquors gently until their power was known.  She nodded as she did so.

"Aye, we do indeed hold as holy the fact that all is alive even as we know ourselves unable to hear them.  Mine own sword is alive in its own way.  What do your own folk believe about the ancestors?"

She smiled as she savored the drink and took another sip.  She found its taste subtle and biting at the same time.  Such beverages were for sipping, while lesser brews were for gulping.

Huoshui listened and sipped at his own drink, took a moment to look to the sword and he seemed to see something but returned to looking to Devalanaa.

"Yes, I can see that your sword does hold great power but it is not a spirit that I can hear." he confesses, it must be one beyond his new found abilities and in truth he was not sure what his abilities were only that the dragon within him had taught him to. "I am of the Akashic Brotherhood, I was taught that the ancestors of us watch over us and can teach us much. On my home island, there is a temple to my family. There the names of many of my family are written, my father would go to pray there and honour them. The Bodhicitta, or Avatar, many believe to be the soul of an ancestor which chooses the awoken. A guide from a previous life, one who came and awoke before, coming back to help you. So an ancestor but also the self, a separate but not."

Dark Steel Katana
*<Dex+Melee+1, diff 6, range CC, Str +4 agg>
*Can strike spirits through the gauntlet.
*Awakened spirit, gives -1 or +1 difficulties depending on disposition.
*Can be hidden in trench coat, gives +1 to initiative.

Becomes

Bright Steel Katana
*<Dex+Melee+2, diff 6, range CC, Str +4 agg, Glamor 5/5>
*Infused with the stuff of dreams, as the dream permeates all and so dose the sword. It may strike anything including wraith, spirits, and across realms. This affect's strength is relative to it's wielders current willpower and it's current glamor.
*Gives quick draw skill at rank 5 for the purpose of pulling this sword from it's hilt.
*May make a drawing strike and spend a quintessence or glamor for the attack to take place first that turn. This attack can be used from up to 30 yards away, but at dex+melee as the +2 dice is used to return the blade to it's hilt after the attack is completed. (sword MUST be returned to hilt immediately after this attack.)
*Awakened spirit, gives -1 or +1 difficulties depending on disposition.
*Spending 5 glamor the spirit of the sword may leave the sword and manifest as ether a dove or a hawk. During this time the blade darkens turning black and deals str+4 lethal, it also loses all abilities save the one bellow, until the spirit returns to the sword.
*Can be hidden in trench coat, gives +1 to initiative.

EXP GAINED

Huóshui    28
Ix         25
Raven      25
Devalanna  21
Sam        13

Anyone bellow 55 is raised to 55



When everyone leaves for the ship the door to the lodge opens outside the dome where the ship has landed near by... As they walk through they find just the door frame sitting there in the middle of the Martian tundra and nothing else... though they can clearly see the lodge inside. Once they are out and they close the doors it fades from sight like it was never there.

They have little time to get out before the sand storm washes over the area, but after they rise over it the trip is rather uneventful. When they land at the dock and return all there gear, he returns the safety deposit even though they didn't get all of the gear back. But on the way out he pulls Raven aside to talk to him.

"I called you and your friends name takers...Namae o toru hito... before and I am sorry for that, more so now and then. It was a slip of the tounge, but it is something that could happen to you. Many with your gift tread down a dark path, but you could also be a Reibai.. a shaman. Death has left it's marks on you, dug it's claws into your soul many times, but it has loosened your hold on the flesh and opened you to the world of the spirit in ways others could not hope to understand. Even if you do not peruse such a path, you will find spirits drawn to you after some time, and other fera will take notice of you too. Treat the world of spirits with respect and you will find you can make powerful allies... this trip has shown you some of what there world has to offer, a glimpse into one of the spirit courts. A well established Reibai will find himself welcome to such places with out having to sneak in the 'back door'..." he smiles chuckling a little. "You have already made your little friend warm up to you... I don't want to see you ruin it all buy falling down the path of a name-taker as others have.... using fear and force to gain favors from the spirit realm. You will find not only harsh and powerful members of the spirit courts will grow to despise you but also the fera, for we are close to our spirit ancestors and gaurdians, and we learn much of our 'magics' from the various spirits of the world."
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oh yah and he gives Huoshui 200,000 credits for the safty deposit back.
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Raven pulled out his quickly diminishing pack of smokes, withdrew one, and lit it while he  listened to the other talk. When the pilot was finished, the old Splicer removed the cancer stick from his beak while blowing out a lung full of chemicals before making his reply.

"Let's say for shits and giggles you're walking down the street one day, and you find on the ground a good sum of money. You now have a choice of what to do with it, but what would that be? You could find the person who lost it, give it back to them, and it turns out to be money they saved to save their family's house. Or you could give it a shelter, and feed everyone there for a month. Or you could throw your friends one hell of a party. No matter which one of those you pick, someone is going to think it was right and someone else wrong.

"To be less general about it, let's say, speaking of Spirits, that I see the Headless Horseman chasing someone. Do I use my powers to stop him, or do I pull a gun and kill the person he's chasing? If I pick A, I'm on the good side of the people who know the dude I just saved. If I pick B, I now am owed a favor by a legendary fighter which I may use later to save someone else, plus whomever sent him in the first place will look with favor on me.

"You just said I saw one of the Courts, meaning of course there are more. I was welcomed in this one, Ares Himself even shook my hand. You think I'd get that reception in a Court ruled by, say, Budda?

"My point to this is, no matter what you do, some are going to love you, and some hate you. A hero to one, a villain to another. I can attempt to be a good guy, and get Spirits to like me, but when one does their enemy will then see me as their enemy too. All I can do, all anyone can ever do, is choose what they think is best at the time and do their damnedest to back it up.

"In a nutshell, I'll be a shaman to some, a name taker to others. Which will I be remembered as? That just depends on who writes the history books, in the end. 'Let a man be a man, and people judge him as they may'. All I can tell you, is I'll do my best not to cock it up."

With a smile and a wave, the druggie departed the ship.

Yogan smiles to that, and he too shakes Ravens hand, "That is the wise answer I would exspect from a Reibai." he says with a smirk. "No one can make all the spirits happy, but if you abuse what you have all will look down on you. That is all I was saying." he smiled. "But seams you already understand that it's not that simple, fair well friend." He chuckles some "However, I think the grate smiling budda is not to picky about who he insights to drink with him, he is always happy."

A kid climbed up out off one of the red zones and ran up to IX, when he got the assassins attention he slipped him something and then jumped off the platform, clinging to the ladder and sliding down it.
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Huoshui stretches, contemplating the next move. They had grown, in knowledge and strength. He had committed what he knew of the map they saw to memory, now the next step was to gather what they knew and find out where the next event would be. Feeling that he could delve into the Akashic record, this could well help them with this. So for him the next stage would be doing this and sharing what they knew with their allies, and of course there were promises made to those allies.

Raven made his way to the monk, and held out a non-taloned hand.

"Whatever you do and where ever you go, I wish you the best of luck FW. But there's something I got to do, and I'm about 60 years behind getting it done. I'managed going to get wasted, then when I come down I'm going to hit the dusty trail with Ix here. So best I say goodbye now. If this goes South for us, we'll maybe we'll see you on the other side."
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Ix stopped in his tracks as the boy approached, once he received the "present", he resumed his pace as he listened to the message recorded. It was strange having been asked this question just after giving his farewells to the fiery fighting fox. His reply was swiftly typed out as Raven and Huoshui were engaged in conversation.

Huoshui was shocked to hear what the Raven had to say, but he would not make comment. It was not for everyone to want to stop the end of days, maybe this one was like his former master and believed that the end of everything was something that should happen. Shaking the man's hand, "I wish you the best of luck, and in truth I do hope our paths can meet again." this man was part of the puzzle, his soul split and pieces of this were intertwined with the end. "If our paths do not meet then I do wish in the next life they meet." If there was another, the depth of things was again weighing on him. If they didn't stop the enemy then the wheel would end, there may not be a next life to meet in. After the handshake he bowed to the Raven, and to the assassin. Truly sad for their leaving.

As Raven was talking to the monk, Flowing Water received an image in his mind; it looked exactly like one of the two rail guns the old fighter had at his side. Immediately there was another image of lips moving, as if speaking. It could have been imagination, or one of those weapons was awake and wanted to speak to the good Brother.

Huoshui opened his mind to the small weapon, not used to being able to speak to non living object but the dragon had gifted him with the ability and he was learning the Shen sphere.

There was an image of a clock, then Raven asleep or passed out, then the lips again. All were very brief, as though the gun wished not to be overheard by others. The message could mean that the weapon wished to speak later when it's owner was asleep.

Huoshui nodded, and sent the mental projection of understanding to the gun. Very confused as to this event, but one was not to shy from the new especially when it was a new power to be stretched or new understanding to be obtained. Smiling and nodding.

It takes a moment but Ix gets a responce.

Ix's face was contorted in annoyance as he listened to the message he received. A killer's work is never done. He replied quickly, bluntly, wondering exactly how he would tactically approach this new menace. He turned to Devalanna, his face hidden as he tried to form words. The only movement that betrayed his emotion was the scarf that gently swayed in the breeze-less air.



He didn't attempt to stress the urgency of the situation, and instead "spoke" to Raven. "It seems your farewells are a bit early. We will be tagging along a little while longer before we reach Venus." He glanced sidelong at the monk before continuing. "You may as well tell him we'll be tagging along for a little while longer."

More message lol

Ix sighed inaudibly, turning once again to Devalanna.



He hadn't expected hearing what he'd heard from Senex, and the message was a little off-putting. The lady knight was all of the embodiment of effeminate chivalry. Why someone would want her...well...what did she do to earn such dissent?

Raven gave a shrug, and went back to the monk.

"Forget all that stuff I just said. Ix told me we'll be with you for a while yet."

She looks some what confused. "I can not say I understand good sir, I had thought the gods intentions was to clear misgivings of the past. I am afraid though there are many unworthy whom wish to wield the sword of sir Galahad."

The monk always took things as they came, he was a monk of dynamic flow so it came natural. Often events were going to go to one destination, the more powerful the flow of a river the more difficult it is to redirect its flow, so to was this true with events. "Then if we are to all to continue on this journey then, I am pleased. Shall we make our way then? We should return to Luci so that we might take the next step."

Raven gave a nod, then headed in the direction he believed the ship to be in. He didn't check to see if any of the others were coming with him, the old bird figured they'd all meet up at the craft eventually. Plus, there were drugs he planned to enjoy ASAP.

quote:

"My only suggestion is...that you send those ashes to Senex. To remove a considerable bounty from your head."

Ix didn't even know where the lady knight had gotten a price stuck on their back, but it didn't suprise him too much.

"We can discuss more at this...Luci..."