Dev responds to Raven and then to Osmon:

"We have divers foodstuffs and medical supplies still aboiard Sir Osmon's vessel.  As I cannot seem to find the creature to offer aid, I needs must do summat to lay a helpful hanf to.  I will return to Osmon and we shall finish offloading the goods.  An it doth thee plese Sir Osmon?"

She trusted that Luci would take care of communicationg with all others that Raven would need to make this haven seemly and good.

In reply to Devalanna (msg # 242):

Osman has been there and has enough of an understanding of logistics to know what is best taken directly from the ship and what still needs to be obtained from the market.  He instructs his crew to aid Devalana and Raven in the repairs as they can and will take the ship to the market to buy what is still needed and then return.

[I would think it best we hurry, if what they are saying is true we may not have much time for this one, and the longer we take the harder it may be. The governess has offered to help in this in return for your help with her problem, and the temple will likely help if past experiences prove any indication.]

Raven's suit picks up the back up generators giving off more and more power as they are repaired. Cut power lines through the building slowly regenerating here and there as the power spreads.

Osman will see if he can obtain some kind of loom to both give them something to do and potentially a way to fund themselves after everyone has gone.  He would have asked them their skills while feeding them to gain an understanding of the tools they will need to live rather than simply wait to die, since that would kill them surer than anything else.


After this, he will fly back with the supplies.
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Bird man needs to let them know all what is needed before he can take off the

PM

In reply to Azraile (msg # 246):

OOC: I did in my last post.

Of the group held up in the place, one intends to stay while two are willing to stick around long enough to help get the place up and running as it will be a while before the job market stabalizes and they can find a new home anyway and they are nice people. Ozman has a crew of of about 15 one is a skilled mechanic, one is surprisingly enough for raven a croax, one is studying magic but is bad at it, and three are kids that are more trouble than help, most if not all have been exsperimented on in one way or another and most seam to worship the GFSM...... Thankfully only one or two talk about his noodly hollyness much.

What ever Ozman wants to tell raven and rev is up to him, but he returns after a few hours with a cargo hold stock full of everything bird asked for and enough to furnish 50 rooms with some basic, dull, bulk bought from a warehouse.  The kitchen stuff and other things looks used but is in good condition, as one might exspect there is a lot of stuff for sell from business who had enough survive that they are fringe to sell of as much as they can to get them through till insurance or government help is processed. Still there is a few million credits worth of stuff that was likely purchased a lot cheeper than one might think due to the disaster.

Lucy informs that she was correct and the monks will be able to help with manual labor and there magics but not until after the full moon passes.

Osman helps his crew set things up, and puts the furniture into place.

Dev sees and old sight as tink flies by her rather quickly in a immaterial from of a bird shaped cloud of dust, the creature she was looking for follows behind with shards of some what rusted metal floating around it looking rather intent on stopping tink and more than a little frustrated when he flies through the floor. It stops to reverse the rusting damage caused by the bird's passing.

Tink quickly materializes and lands on Ravens shoulder pecking at his helmet quite frantically.

It's all a mess of images and emotion and hard to make to much sense of it, but the bird understood how birds think, and some what how spirits communicated.

In the past, Raven had ignored his Mage side and tried to distance himself as far from his connection to the Spirit Realm as he could. He had thought he had lived as long as he had because of failed attempts to get high on Rejuvenate more than once, and having either the worse or best luck in the Universe depending on how one looked at it. Now, though, as he strove and toiled for redemption of what was left of his tattered soul, he was beginning to wonder if he was not still around for a purpose beyond blind chance.

For, according to his buddy Tink, there was a thing out there made of technology and infused with the hollow ring of religion; not connection to something greater than one's self, but the guilt trips to be good, the constant remainders that one is such scum they must be punished for every thought, the implied consent that one could do whatever they wished just as long as they put enough cash in the donation plate once a week. This creation would awaken, and brand itself the new God of War Machines before attacking all of Humanity wherever it might be found. There would be a war beyond the scope anyone or being had ever witnessed to this point, it would turn what he had seen after he left the bunker into a walk on the beach. Some humans would fight back, others would try to protect the innocent as long as they could, and a few screwballs would even fight on behalf of this creature. Entire suns would be used as bombs to try and destroy it, more and more of the Spirit Realm would take sides, as mortal numbers dwindled fewer and fewer would remain innocent. The blatant abuse of Her children, coupled with the Blasphemer, might do damage to the splicer's own Goddess.

Raven once wouldn't have cared about any of this, in fact he would have made a tidy sum running blockades and smuggling supplies to the highest bidders. However, that was back when no one and nothing gave a shit about him; Clashing Boom Boom had, She had honored him with acceptance to be Her follower, and he was going to do his very damnedest to be worthy of that. He pulled out his weapons, checked his ammo levels, hung everything back where it belonged, and commanded his suit to find the caretaker. Once the bird had located him, he said,

"George, there's something I've got to go take care of, so you're in charge until I get back. You know the kind of people we look after, take in as many as you can and make them as comfortable as possible. Also, the transport I came here in is to be used only for business related to the new mission of this complex."

That said, a twice disgraced soldier who could not save twelve hundred lives boarded Osman's ship in hopes of saving all life everywhere...

When 'george' got down there he seamed more intent on being rid of Tink, but the two touching each other there bond was blatantly clear so he quickly stood down. "This is what I was made for, though you are not my master it is you we have to thank for our new strength and purpose. This is something we will never forget."

When Raven boards, Osman shakes his hand.  "It is good to meet you.  Welcome aboard."  When everyone is aboard, he will return to the primary ship, after all of his people are gathered on board.

They have a god to...er....do something about/kill/die horrifically from.

Twitch was a curious little critter, and looked like a clockwork crow with rusted gears. It tried to explain things to the some what confused 'preacher' and while he didn't understand birds, and had little communication with spirits of the non marinated kind, he was an empathetic and understanding man and he was able to learn something from the some what frantic emotions and images of the critter.
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Dev recognized Raven's ... um ... pet? as it whizzed through the floor.  She was still grinning as the construct stopped to repair the spot.  She attempted to offer assistance with either power or simply by lending  some elbow grease, but apparently whatever Tink had done had the creature's full attention.  He hurried off instead.

Devellana shrugged and considered that one offer refused and turend to return to Osmon's ship.  She walked in right after Raven and was pleased to have this many of her comrades together once again.  Watching Tink's antics had made hr sorry that she had left Numina back on Luci.

In reply to Azraile (msg # 255):

"So then Dogma and Technology join in unholy union...we must throttle the infant spirit in its cradle before it grows and drowns us all.  I don't suppose anyone knows the hotline for Allanis Moraset? Elsewise, we must distill a bit of chaos into this pending fire.  I am primarily still an apprentice in some ways, learned though I am of lore, for many things I can perceive and pilot you I can as well, but are any of our newly improvised cabals adepts or masters of entropy or prime?"

Raven gave a nod to Osman, but didn't have a chance to speak to the man(?) because Tink beat him to it. When the captain mentioned Moraset and asked if anyone knew Entropy, the bird snagged a coffee cup from a crewman and sang;

'How crass you stand before me with
 no blood to fuel your fame
 How dare you wield such flippancy
 without requisite shame
 Your very existence becomes my sacred
 mission's bane'

The splicer willed his sphere to effect the mug in his gloved hand, to decay before all the eyes upon it.

Raven has no problem taring the pattern of the mug apart.

Osman smiles,"Well.  There's that.  Let's go stop a horrific elder godlet, shall we?"  Once he conducts inventory to make sure that all people are accounted for, he will set the ship back on coarse for the other ship.

Devellana gave a whoop of immense joy,

"Well spake my friend!  Noble quests will not accomplish themselves!"

She was so glad to be setting off to do good AND without foul  bombs in her body that she slapped Raven on the ass as she passed by him.

At the slap on his ass, Raven turned swiftly and grabbed up the knight easily in his four strong arms. As her feet left the floor, the bird called out to Osman,

"We're going to make use of an empty room. Do me a favor, and take the long way back..."

The pair left the bridge and disappeared from sight. What happened by the time the ship reached Luci is known only to those two, but Dev's armor was inside out the next time she was seen and the splicer was heard singing the Tom Jones classic 'This Girl Is A Woman Now'.
This message was last edited by the player at 04:38, Fri 03 July 2015.

Osman takes the long way back.  Well, by about 2-3 hours.  The fate of the world is in balance after all.
This message was last edited by the player at 18:03, Mon 06 July 2015.

Devellana looks bemused.  While pleasurable, she had no idea that how was she to know that a slap on the ass was an invitation?  Such peculiar habits these people have!

It was a little odd for Osman, the only sounds the ship and... well the occasional sound of the couple. It had been a while things were so quite.

Once back in the city Lucy was able to get them clearance to land in her docking bay, even dock with her. Lucy willing, if it's ok with Osman to make a place for his ship in her structure, so they could dock securely.

Osman is just fine with his ship linking up with Lucy and docking up inside of her.