In reply to Orlando Tibbs (msg # 130):

Max nodded in agreement with Tibbs regarding their possible point of destination.

Max checked the stir-fry jared vegetables. It was done and ready to serve. "Tibbs once that fish is thawed, heat up the wok and throw it in the peanut oil. It should be spiced enough to give the fish some flavor."

Max walked back to the captains seat to meditate on the future held path for the group. Lets see what I can see.
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Kirby watched Max go then turned to address John, nodding as he began to speak. “Yeah yeah, I have thought on this. Quite a bit.” He reclaimed his mug, thinking about his next words. “Back in Virginia dey knew I was coming der, before I knew I was going der. I’m sure of that. If dat’s the case in Guyana, then it’s already too late. Aye mean, if dey already know dat much ‘bout me den my family is already toubled.” He drowned that unpleasant thought down with a healthy swallow of green tea.

“But aye thinks, and aye don’t know this for sure, but I thinks the leak may be in the military somewhere. Dis is why muy plans at the base focused in Peru, Colombia, and Venezuela options. Dis is why I discarded Guyana as an option, during our planning, specifically for da risks to my family. Derfore if the leak be in the military they won’t expect us der. If the leak’s through one of us then my family’s already in troubled."

Kirby knew it wasn’t much, but his gut tell him the team going there wouldn’t change his family’s fate. He took is care with his next words. “You may be right, John, I know that. But we’re just guessing since we do not fully understand our enemy. Since I know that land like the back of my hand I feel that’s our best staging option, understanding the risks full well.” He emptied his mug, and turned to address Aeviternus.

“Avery, Ace, dats much easier for muy tongue.” He smiled appreciatively, “I’m afraid dat muy mix of Creole, Hindi, and English – both ‘merican and scotch – make some words tough tough in my mouth. I think in creole, most da time, and aye only sound right when I’m thinkin in da language I’m speakin.” He smiled at himself, realizing how absurd this must sound to all these well spoken men. He ended that line of thought with a shrug and got back to business.

“Yous may be right ‘bout our helping malcom first. If we did dat, how would we do it?”

Kirby's points held validity. Xuan could see that. What sold him was how well the man claimed to know his homeland.

"Always choose your battleground," he said quietly, almost to himself. It was a key element of strategy when one was entering a battle, or already in one. Choosing your battleground meant controlling the situation. Though you couldn't really control the outcome of a fight, not completely, you could certainly give yourself the advantage. It was why good military leaders would send small forces into combat and feign defeat, then retreat back to a location of their choice. The retreat would lure the enemy to pursue, thinking they had the advantage, only to find that when they arrived to claim victory they had an entirely different battle on their hands. Starting with your choice of grounds was even better.

That may have to wait. Looking again at the slick black suit Aeviternus was wearing, Xuan could agree that there were advantages to be had by working with Malcohm. But he did wonder just how free they would be with these gifts. That wasn't troubling him however. Patience was a hard thing to gather when your own mother lay captive in a foreign land. And every detour meant a further delay. I honestly hope we are not too late.

His eyes went from man to man as Aeviternus absorbed their words.  He seemed to go into a glazed look that somehow appeared directed at Kirby before he responded with a proverbesque thought of his own in light of the danger he and Xuan spoke of.  Still looking at the Guyana-born soldier he said; "Okhali mein sir diyaa to musal se kya Darana."

Taking another scan of the dark open sea surrounding them he added, "And we have definitely started."

Standing but managing to keep hold of a nearby rail he answered Kirby's question as he attempted to let loose some of the energy that was building up again.  "We would need to go to the Himalayan mountains to meet Saul.  Or at least I would.  There is a gate there that I cannot pass without physicality.  'The way is shut and will only afford the flesh of man,'" he quoted that last.  "Of course, this may saddle us with a distinct delay at getting to the rest of what we must do.  Unless there is some other means that occurs to me, this is the only way I know to aid Malcohm."

Orlando was no stranger to the kitchen and followed Max's direction, but sprinkled in some of the other seasonings in the pantry, which was now nearly empty, the team would need to stop in to a port for groceries by tomorrow or go hungry, or do some fishin, but he hadn't seen any tackle...."<tr>Where does he keep his liquor,</tr>" was the thought that ran through his mind, and he quickly said the Lord's Prayer....Lord please give me the strength...it was something that had been ingrained in him many a time over in the last 30 years.

Orlando found stressful situations to be some what easy to deal with, it was the lull after the storm that posed the problem, after the adrenaline had left, and time was on your hands, idle hands...left only room for vices.

Moments went by as Orlando finished up the meal and put it into bowls, he looked over at his friend in his meditation and wondered with their bond, if he could intrude into his visions, maybe for another time, they had to be hungry at this point, his own stomach had stopped growling. He brought Max over a bowl, and shook his friend, "Sorry, but you need to eat, I've seen friends get tired and keep going, and get famished isn't the word I would use, but, if you push yourself to hard, you won't be any good to us when we need you.  Work on your visions tonight. Lets bring this up to the guys."

Orlando brought up some properly seeped tea and offered everyone a bowl of fish stirfry and a refill. He looked around at the night, and felt the sway as they broke a long the ocean, "Damn, I miss this, I've been cooped up in my books and classes for a long time." It was a statement to nobody. Noticing that he had interupted, he said jokingly,"If you guys were voting on who to bunk with, you're right, I snore, and pretty loud too." Smiling big he hoped that would break the ice a little; playing poker with these guys might not be very fun or rewarding.

Max seemly a bit dazed, helped hand the bowls out to the forlornly crew.  The smell of the food was inviting and Maxs' appetite was stirring.

"Gentlemen" Presenting  his cup of tea in toasting manor.

"May the winds of good fortune bring us closer to Susan and Jack. Solute!" Maxs' eyes steading on Johns. as he smiled.

"Bon Appetite."

Loud snoring? Xuan didn't think he had earplugs. As he hadn't planned on sleeping that night, it wouldn't be a problem...yet. Well, that was the way it worked with close quarters, or so he tried to convince himself. Xuan would just have to get used to it. A sigh escaped him before he could catch it.

We're gonna need a bigger boat.

Catching Max's eyes, he nodded back to him before sipping his tea. "Xièxiè."

"You know," he said into his food thoughtfully, "the unwritten sea law states that any crew member on a water vessel that knowingly or unknowingly disturbs the sleep of the captain, or more than one member of the crew, must be placed in a raft and dragged behind the boat overnight. Apparently this is to help them... clear their senses. In the absence of a raft, they would tie the man to the bow instead as their figurehead in waters where if any noise was made, a sea creature was likely to hear and come to take him." Pausing just long enough to taste his food, he looked squarely at Orlando.

"We have no raft."

Laughing out loud, "I'd like to see someone lift my fat ass and attach me to the front of the boat."

Stirring his food around, it wasn't his forte of meals to cook,"We're almost out of food, tomorrow we'll be hungry if we don't stop for groceries, I'm wondering where the best place to stop for food would be?"

"Challenge accepted." Xuan's wide smile reflected the older man's mirth. Idly, he mused what the man would have been like younger, when he knew Xuan's father.

"I have a place in mind. But failing that, there are plenty of fish in the sea, so the saying goes. And I should have enough rice for a few days yet. Many men have lived on less. Worst case scenario, we ask Kirby to make a call to get some military food dropped in the ocean for us to pick up. Personally, I would stick with the fish." Looking at Kirby, "No offense."

After Orlando talked about the lack of food in store, it occurred to Xuan that he hadn't thoroughly examined the state of the boat. The thought ebbed at his jovial mood, but brought him back to the necessities.

"Now, if I can get one of you to take the helm for a moment, I have a ransacked boat that needs attention. A second pair of eyes would be handy as well."
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Max smiled at John's banter battle with Tibbs, over his ass no less, as he enjoyed his stir-fry.

A thought for his teams safety entered his mind.

"Tibbs can you cast your blocking spells on this ship? If so I would highly suggest you do so ASAP at John's and Kirby's OK?"

Max looked towards John and Kirby for their leadership in this matter.

"Okay with me. Actually, I was going to look for a tracker that is a little more mechanical in nature."

"I could, but we would need to kill the whole boat, nothing on including the engine," Orlando began looking around for a clear spot.

If there was a tracking device it would be fried by his spell and that would probably be a good thing, he would put every bit of energy he had into the spell to make it as functional as possible.

Aeviternus approached the helm to volunteer for whatever aid he would be preferred for.

"Eyes or hands; how can I help?"

Before switching everything off, Xuan pointed out a clear spot on the deck for Orlando to work his magic. He waited for Orlando to situate himself before hitting every switch, one by one.

"Lights out everyone."

In the darkness, Xuan allowed his body to fill with Chi, bringing it close to his flesh from within so that he began to glow where his skin was exposed. He looked at Aeviternus and shrugged. "He can't fry my circuits."

Not feeling like he needed to stay around for Orlando's light show, he prepared to start his search. Facing Aeviternus, he accepted his help.

"Hands if you can steer a boat. Eyes if you can't."

Orlando finished his bowl in two great big slurps, and then eyed everyone. He wan't used to performing for people in this fashion. "Ok, I appologize a head of time if a battery goes out, I am not sure of all of the aspects of this spell, but transmitting devices and power sources working will be fried."

Orlando steadied himself on the deck and took in a big breath, the spell hurt slightly as the energy charged out, it wasn't the best feeling. He bowed his head and mumbled arcane words as energy built from his stomach, swelling, the energy transformed and became a type of electrical current and shot out through his body, entering the deck of the boat, shooting in the air, cascading and dancing everywhere.

An unexpected occurance happened that caused fear run across Orlando's face, charges of energy, lept and entered Aeviternus' body. Smoke and the smell of ozone now eminated from him.

His face still exposed since the removal of the cowl, the pain was evident on his face as Aviternus' eyes and teeth clenched in response to the electrical currents coursing into his body.  The bolts should have sent him reeling, possibly even over the side of the boat, but the young man seemed to regain control quickly as soon as the darkness fell back over the group.

Ok, the suit's electrical.  And now it's broken.  Dammit.

His senses were dancing with delight. Max wished for time to study Tibbs magic spell at a string level, but he couldn't.

He smelled the burning ozone of Aces suit and witnessed the electrical charge as it coursed through John's ship. The moment reminded Max of the ending scene in Indiana Jone's 'Raiders of the Lost Ark'.

How appropriate Max thought, knowing what he knew thus far of Tibbs magic origins. He smiled.
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Xuan, Kirby and Max noticed the large light created by the spell, it was a rather large show of energy, which made the ship glow momentarily like a light house. Max's eyes light like a kid in a candy store as his focus is drawn toward Aeviternus.

Walking closer to Aeviternus.

Max couldn't take his eye's off the suit thinking, a new technology.

"Ace may I." Indicating he wanted to touch it. With the suit displaying bio-energy could it be some type of life form, possibly symbiotic in nature. Would the suit now see the crew as hostile, due to the magical damage?

This was Max. Always looking for the answer to the unsolved mysteries and he had to know.

Max focused his mind on healing, loving thoughts. Ones of friendship and family. As he did so he examined the suits burnt receptacles.

Looking at Ace, "what do you know of the suit? Has it communicated with you in a intelligent, sentient way? Can you talk to the suit now?"  Max paused. "if you don't know the suit is emitting bio-energy that resembles human energy and is still holding a charge." "If you can communicate with the suit let 'it' know I'm trying to help."

How is this possible. Energy transference at this level. He'd never dreamed of such an epic accomplishment. "Ace I believe  the proper coarse of action at this point is for some quick healing to take place." "It stands to reason that if the suit operates on human bio-energy my string healing ability should help, 'it'."

Even in this some what dire situation, Max found the silver lining.

Smiling Max closed his eye's and began. Blue and green energy engulf Ace. The sounds of finely tuned wind chimes could be heard. The notes stuck slowly one at a time. As Max proceeded with the treatment he started hovering about a foot above the deck.
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Not resisting Max's efforts, Aeviternus held an arm out for the requested contact.  He tried to answer as much as he could.

"I know it assists in certain actions and it does communicate to me with thought, and by all means seems to be intelligent."  He raised both eyebrows, "Gauging by its word choices, anyway."  Even now as Max closed his eyes and the pleasant sounds outside ensued, he could hear the suit's voice in his mind once again: "initiating repair sequence".

He tried speaking to it.  These are friends, he offered.

     The suit reacted quickly to Max's presence and Aeviternus's information...

     A splat of dark matter shot from Aeviternus's arm where Max touched it, the matter consumed Max's whole hand up to his wrist.  It was warm at first, then sent a jolt of energy into Max, not inflicting pain, but more like pins and needles of a numb limb recovering feeling. Most of the black material retreated from Max'x arm leaving an area around Max's wrist, where it writhed and moved, drawing on Max's energy it seemed to replicate the energy given to it from Max's initial offering of power.

     A moment later it shot back to Aeviternus's arm and began the entire process over the entire suit, it was most disconcerting to Avery, feeling as if bugs where crawling all over him, pins and needles stretched over the entire body....30 seconds later it was over.

The suit was audible to everyone, "repair sequence complete."

"Systems at 20% and charging, symbiotic mode will speed up charge, do you wish to initiate?"the suit said a loud.

Caught completely off guard by the suit's actions, Aeviternus sat staring at Max's arm where the black tendrils had just been and back at his own arm with his mouth slightly open.  Raising his eyes to meet the healer's seemed to finally snap him out of his reverie.

With a start he replied aloud; "Um; yes."

     The painful sequence once again started as nano-fibers sprung from the suit into Aeviternus's nervous system along his spine and neck, lasting only seconds before the nano-block pain receptors engaged. When the suit communicated next it was not heard, but was felt in his mind, " Symbiotic systems charging, all systems functional in approximately 48 hours."

    Aeviternus was suddenly very tired, as his body was leached by the suit. He placed his hand on Max to steady himself, with the lurching of the boat he suddenly felt dizzy.

Max helped guild Ace to the captains bench behind the ships wheel.

"Ace sit take a load off and relax. Here drink some more tea." Max poured Ace a fresh cup.

His mind was reeling with the scientific discoveries he had just witnessed. He looked down at his once missing hand and wondered about the suits possibilities. And the suit did have a symbiotic mode, interesting.

Max knew he could spend years studying the suit and would enjoy every moment.

"What the hell was that? Did you guys see the suit move on it's own? You're enjoying this aren't you max? That was freaky, you ever read comic books Aeviternus, not sure if you've delved into pop culture, but Spider man received a suit just like from outer-space  and then went evil for awhile, does it talk to you in your mind?" said Orlando straight faced and took out a small flask from inside his pocket, different from his drinking flask, and flung it's contents, which seemed to be water on Aeviternus's chest...taking out a cross, from his shirt he said a quick prayer over him and moved to the farthest seat on the deck, shaking his head.


OOC-so I'm kind of laughing over here and kind of scared shitless, that we have Venom part duo in our midst.