In reply to Devellana (msg # 494):

"Oh, I was wounded and my eye blown to smitherines, but it was a bit like wearing a Washington's RedSkins log or Apache Tracker Tshirt on my face....it was rather offensive to many kinds of spirits, so its a chance to get it replaced.  How are you doing?"  The open wound doesn't really seem to unphase him.  Metaphysically speaking, he has been bleeding longer than most people in the room have been alive so he just kind of forgets about it rather easily.

The girl raises and eyebrow at 'Squirt' and smiles at the joke, the smile deepening at the mention of decrepit splicers. "I'm told it is good to see many styles, 'broaden ones perspectives.'" The last is said with some kind of accent, healthily butchered.

"For more than half my life I lived on the CRPB, and there was no going outside. Frequently no communication either. So exploring the station was one of the few options. I kinda took it as a challenge to see all of it. That involves figuring out how to open doors and get to hard to reach places without being noticed. Also got a lot of time to work on puzzles mentally and with a whole lab of what you can get access to. When scouring the Umbra with mom there wasn't a lot of time to yourself, but she imparted some of that world to me."

As something filters in the child's eyebrows rise a moment later followed by suspicion which falls away, "You were on earth? When did you leave? Did you get out before the insanity?"

inks considers his multiple arms, "Those have to be interesting in combat, did they take a lot of getting used to? Did either military have a methodology for them?"

Devellanna peers closely at the wound, not understanding his references, but still curious.  She pulls a face with her tongue hanging out in a pseudo gag,

"Ew, nasty.  Does it not fash* thee?  I am well, having had a drink with our monk.  Now I am in serious need of bathing..  No wounds praise Galahad!  Hast thou need of aught?"

( * bother, upset, disturb)

Meanwhile, Numina has discovered Tink and is thoroughly fascinated.  She flies around, not getting too close, but intently watching from various angles.  She settles briefly on Raven's shoulder, head, and arm before moving on as she watches the curious  thing that may or may not need eating).

"Yes, sixty years ago give or take, and you'll have to be a little more specific. As to the extra limbs, I didn't have them in either service; I didn't start splicing until after the Space Marine Corps, I guess you could say I hated the man I was so much I wanted to be someone else. Fighting with them, it was tricky at first. But I had a thought to hold my original arms on my chest and only practice with the lower ones. When I had the basics, combining both pairs wasn't too hard I guess. I'll tell you this though, they come in damn handy in a fight."

Numina was young but probably remembered tiring to bite the thing before and getting a mouthful of rust. It squacked at her though.

It shared with Raven and Inks, that raven was cheating! Finding it rather amusing he had a brain in his butt!

The primal brain in raven's tuckus took some of the burden of maintaining his bodily functions and could take over if need be, while expanding his minds ability to prossess and actuate mussel memory and movement.

Twink shared what Raven though he was tying to get across that Huoshui could help him learn to use it to see better?... or least something like that.

(OOCly he could learn body control from him and meditate, sitting still enough his brains had little to worry about movment wise, and the secondary brain could help him take in and retain more than 10% of his sensory imput, though body control/meditation could help with that without the second brain too but the second brain helps out a lot lol)

Reading the news coming from his home world, the destruction. The monk's mind went back to remembering his childhood, remembering the the sacrifices that were necessary to move the moon to where it was now to protect it. Now such death was spreading, taking a moment to say a prayer for his home world and its people. Maybe they be safe and the infection cleaned up quickly. The floating and the underwater settlements would survive, he had faith.

Worrying more so was continued unrest, caused by the Vivo which in turn was causing the finger to be pointed to parties who'd by Huoshui's understanding had nothing to do with it. There would be no purpose in sending word to his former master, and his master's new apprentice he'd not heard from so maybe there were no lines of communications.

More problems of the universe they lived in, sadly he could not run around trying to sort off things. He was no god or divine spirit, he was a monk with some friends and allies who'd already sworn to fight the darkness before them. For the monk personally the man behind the final sphere was something he could not allow, life did end yes but not to be shaped by man's hand. The tapestry decided this, and if needed he'd try to be one of its defenders.

In reply to Inks (msg # 498):

"I am from Earth.  We left before the insanity began.  Long before.  The world is certainly different, that is for sure."

inks follows Numina's flight with delighted grin. Following the dragon's attention the bairn looks at Twink as well her gaze going curious. The girl looks closely for Raven's reaction to Numina's brief perch.

A small smile, "I guess there was a lot of insanity, probably still is. I meant before Mount Quaf met the reality bombs and the meteor strikes that phased Earth out from the rest of reality.

"Do you find yourself less distasteful now? Did Raven signify something to you before?"

When Twink shares with the youth, she raises her eyebrows and appraises the little(?) bird again. Attempting to see what energies pool around it to form its aura, taking Numina into this gaze as well. Smiling the crooked grin broadly as the spirit finishes its little joke. "A second brain may be very helpful, luckily it doesn't appear to be too contrary. Do you have a name you would share most interesting bird?"

If Osman has joined them in some fashion, "You had mentioned great age. When did you leave Earth? Were you a technocrat with this engine, or did you acquire that later?"

Twink shares the name Raven calls it by, which is Twink of course.... It is the manifestation of a rust spirit and seams to be bound to Raven, ether a familiar or a gremlin... hard to tell the difference between the two except by the way they act. Numina oddly enough appears to be a genuine honest to god baby fairy dragon, might not be as impressive as other dragons, they don't get much bigger than a large dog and there wings are some what fragile compared to other dragons... but any flesh and blood dragon is still quite the sight.

Perhaps stories of knights learning dragons aren't demons and/or threats to humanity, they felt responsible to protect the last of them weren't just stories. Maybe there was more dragons where ever the knight came from.

Making a mental note of the gnomic dragon, perhaps more can be drawn out of Numina's shiny knight.

Examining the clockwork bird manifestation again, "A name with overtones(^^). How did you join us Twink? Did you decide to accompany our friendly neighborhood Raven?"

"His name's Tink, not Twink. As to how we came to meet, I got super wasted one night and somehow managed to open a rift to the Spirit World. He came out of it, decided he liked me, and has been around ever since."

"My apologies Tink, I'll try to remember."

Looking back to Raven, "I've known some who alter their minds to attune themselves, most. I've mostly taken other paths. Do use it frequently? Does it help? Have you visited the spirit world often?"

The monk had lost his magic for now, but he still had his Do and with that he could not let his healing injuries keep him from being ready. Maybe his body needed rest but his mind was too a buzz with thought, needing to calm it down he turned to the other thing that could calm him. Placing his drink down, the monk put his robe back on. Taking in a deep breath he began.

Fighting through the aches and pains of his injuries, feeling the changes that the battle had inflicted on his body. Finding himself giggling as he recalled how Raven would often come to sing at times seemingly at random, so he too tried this. Far from the skill of his friend he went along with it while he worked through the steps of his Kata.

♫
行动快速像那江河湍急 Xing dong kuai su xiang na jiang he tuan ji
破坏力像那风暴无情 Po huai li xiang na feng bao wu qing
满腔热血像那野火雅静 Man qiang re xue xiang na ye huo ya jing
神出鬼没像那暗夜的噩梦 Shen chu gui mo xiang na an ye de e meng
♫

Something he recalled from a movie he watched with his mother as a small child, almost brought a tear to his eyes to remember her and the good times he had shared with her. Knowing she would be proud certainly, his meeting with a shadow of her in his seeking had allowed him to strip through any ill thoughts he had about her passing. And the singing while practising Do allowed him to practice kiaijutsu, holding in the shout instead of focusing it into a attack. The monk liked to think it made his performance better but he was never a good judge of such things.

Stopping to take a sip of water he looked to Amp, who he could only imagine was healing as well. Unable to look to her with the eyes of a will worker he had only to lean on his limited knowledge of the more conventional healing arts along with his more recent knowledge of her kind. He had faith she and all on this ship would pull through this, but it would not stop a man from having some worry for everyone.
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Devehanna blinked rapidly several times.  Then she stood up and looked up and around.  Not seeingInks, she turned a worrird face back to the acting pilot,

"Art thou well M'Lord?  To whom art thou speaking?"

(lol the pains of arcane, will note the affects of that was away the more time you spend with some one.... basically people you know build up a resistance one that goes away after a bit though........ sorry I got the name wrong. Inks would have noticed the odd stains over Ravens spirit.... fading remaining of his use of black-h... but I dought she knows enough about it to know thats what the dark splotches are. Just letting you know because he will likely say something and then she can be all ooohhhhhhh thats what that is. Lol =p)
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Raven gave the girl a scornful look.

"I didn't do drugs to 'attune' anything, I did it to get smashed really good. It wasn't a ritual, or ceremony, or vision quest, or any of the rest. I wasn't seeking enlightenment, my true self, any God or Goddess, trying to reach a higher plane of existence, or any of the rest of that mumbo jumbo bull hockey. If you want to gab with someone about all of that, you might want to try FW as he believes in chi and I find it cheesy (ooc: he pronounced it chi-zee).

"Things were hectic on Earth when I got drafted into the Army, a lot of jumpy nerves and twitchy trigger fingers. So we took a little something, to take the edge off. After I screwed up majorly, my misdeeds wouldn't give me a second of peace so I increased both the amount and frequency of my use making it an official habit. It didn't stop the well deserved torture of my blighted soul, but simply made me not care.

"When I got out among the stars, I decided to wipe away who I had been and repaint myself upon a perfect, black canvas. I joined the Space Marines with my real name but a false history, and I continued using; with the right 'help', I could stay up all night studying for a test and be wide awake the next day so I could take it. The obstacle courses they used weren't that hard when you couldn't feel your body's
fatigue and pain, while uppers put you on a razor's edge and you can fly a training shuttle through the eye of a needle if you have to.

"I worked hard on my new career, made friends, was liked and respected, and leaned my crutch up against the barrack's wall. Oh we still did drugs, but this was just to relax at the end of the day like with a cancer stick or beer. I had plenty at that point in my life that it distracted me from the wraiths howling for payment. But then I lost my squadron, my friends, effectively my rank, and my career. It was all of that I used to convince myself there was no room left for my old habit, then it was all gone except for the drugs. So I crawled into them, built a castle of syringes on an island of pills surrounded by a moat of rotgut.

"So don't confuse me with a noble or wise man, I'm just a junkie who shot up and neither knew nor cared about what he was doing. While I was tripping, I opened a rift and Tink popped out of it. I didn't and still don't remember anything about it, he had to tell me. He had fun making up stories, but when I threatened to dunk him into a barrel of rust remover he told me the real one.

"I never gave any thought to not using anymore, been too busy to. Besides, I've heard drug use is actually encouraged in some religions as a reverent practice. As for the Spirit World, considering there were things lurking just within its boundaries that eagerly yearned to turn my intestines into confetti, I avoided the place when if at all possible.

"Oh, and when I'd tell my squad what or who we were after, I'd always end my briefing with, 'They'll be a problem nevermore'. So, my call sign became 'Raven'."

The girl listens, smiling at his assessment of the spirit world and mysticallity in general, and nodding at the religious connotations. "There are many paths to wisdom, I'm told, and you may have a glimmer or two(^^). Chemicals are one of the building blocks reality currently embraces, and most kill in someway and give sustenance in another. Blithely assessing any use as wrong is somewhat unobjective.

"By the Spirit World do you mean the realm of the dead? Or have you caught the attention of other entities? For we have been across the veil during most of our flight.

"As for mystical mumbo and jumbo, did you use the energies given to you before you flew? Is there a way you perceive using it?"

Well it's not but a few hours before they returned back to the moon. The Governor was not available to answer but she had the diplomatic gate codes sent to the ship in a codded message. It was implied they could land to drop Amp off, or she can find her own way back when she has recovered.

Huoshui found his way back to the others, learning of the disaster of his home world had hurt but certainly would not break him. If the injuries he'd witnessed so far had not, he would not let tragedy like that either. Having re bandaged his wounds along with cleaning them again, it seemed to him at least the scarring... if it could be called that was indeed from the tapestry.

Paradox, countercurrent flow of the great world's story. Using a mirror he'd found and some maneuvering he had come to find that it was a crystal growth forming something like a spider. Child of the phoenix in his eyes, in symbology only of course it was a term and image given to the grand flow. Stasis, the preserving force of the universe often he'd been taught came after the force he had come to follow. To him he could only imagine that this backlash of his will working was because of the fighting nature between his own dynamic forces and that realms own static nature. He had learnt, he hoped.

Coming to the cockpit, hoping to find whoever was now in charge of all this. Which he could only assume was their wonderful pilot Raven and whom ever joined in. "I would say it brings some peace to come some place with less war, but sadly here has had its own fair share of it lately. Hopefully we can get the help we need, or more accurately I hope they can spare what we need."

Before Az's announcement, Dev was confused by Osman's reaction and requested that Luci keep an eye on him.  After all, it could simply have been her misunderstanding.
This message had punctuation tweaked by the player at 01:39, Sun 22 Nov 2015.

Once the Raven and the girl finish with the engine, if they have not arrived she will explore Luci some more. Running through larger portions of the ship, bouncing from any available obstacles. Practicing precise timing and placement. Once she tires of this the bairn will find a nook and attempt to connect to the virtual web on her machine seeing if she can find anything on her mother, the moon embassy, or smiling jack.

There was a lot of clutter and noise about all mess with the Vivo, and from the looks of things people where berrying stuff on Smiling Jack. But people are angry and scared and it seams like that is some how tied to the anomaly as the more scared and angry people are the more occurrences of it there are.

It seams like her mother was late and didn't make it to the station before the attack, she can't find anything on her father though but the information on the refugees is spotty at best.

After making Luci aware of the pilot's situation as best she could, Dev went in search of the others.

inks attempts to find any jobs she knew her mother was working on or any she can dig up. Trying to find the results of those jobs. Once done the girl wanders up to the bridge to see whats going on.

She postponed or canceled some after the incident so that is good...would note she couldn't poke around the infosphere with out seeing something about the second Vivo attack

Im going to wrap this up here open up the next chapter though there isnt likely to be much going on till next year