Raven's attempt to secretly communicate with Dev not only proved pointless as the creature heard his every word, the Knight was unwilling to believe his warning this creation could be dangerous while whispering back in full ignorance that his message had been heard by all present evidenced by the reply from the drone. The splicer considered that his accidental creation appeared to have a better grasp of the current situation plus at least a normal level of intelligence and understand the ex-Space Marine's intentions for his new building, whereas the Lady from Yesterland still pestered him about where the straw was every time she attempted to use the head on Luci and was currently missing the blatantly obvious in their current situation. His choices were either keep slamming his animal modified skull into the concrete wall that was his sword wielding friend, or gamble that this being was exactly what it said it was; here to help him achieve his goals. The soldier opted for the latter, and turned back on his external speaker.

"Yeah, that's my plan. I'm not going to even pretend I understand what exactly happened to get you here, but I am clear that you're duties are helping this building. Since I woke the building up in a ritual that connected me to it, then empowered that spirit with another in a Sword of Mars, then channeled both my own magic and raw power into this complex at its request and then you came to be right before this place took a nap, I'm going to say I'm connected to you as well.

"I'm going to help you out, you're not going to have to do everything on your own. The first thing we got to do though, is give you a name. People come here for shelter and help, we can't have them creeped out because the caretaker has no name. This place is going to help soldiers, I was a soldier twice and now once more I'm in a war but this time the stakes are all of existence, so I'm going to give you the name of a famous one from the history books back on my old home world of Earth. George, after General George S. Patton. Also, hurt or desperate people either are scared, or get that way real easy, so you can't act distant like this if you deal with them at all. So, we're going to practice, OK? I just gave you a name, now pretend you're happy and let's see how you do."

He gives a bit of a smile, it seams some what censer but he defiantly needs some practice. "I appreciate the desi... the name. You are right in all this, I will work on it but I still have some memories from my human halves past life. I share some of his feelings even if my nature finds them unnecessary, they are there." he grows quite trying to think of a way to put it with out sounding to much like a computer. "I can experience these emotions and focus my attentions through them more, instead of pushing them aside, when in the presence of others. I will need there help or at least a fair power source if I am to get this place to a functional state. A list of priories to what needs restored would help out in this." He looks up and lifts a hand, some odd strands of almost digital energy rising from him again only instead of reforming scrap into armor, it seams to turn back time on the lighting and wiring in the roof over him until it seams to have just magically lost 40 years of ware and tare... it's not fully repaired but it's enough that it comes on and lights up the room a bit more. "As I have shown I am capable of restructuring and repairing the building... this act however drains me, while I can restore energy on my own it takes far longer than would be considered acceptable in this situation. A steady power supply, or a small shipment of tass will be acceptable."

(as a note, raven has 2 tass(dram), and dev has 3. Also bird has 6 5quin dram 4 of them full, one empty, and one with only 1 quentessence in it....  but there in his rifle and vibroblade)

Osman moves toward the exit Dev left, so he can hopefully see what is occuring in the room whilst still sheparding the refuges if need be.

(Yah you would have 3 dram/Tass of your choice I will have to sort that and your $ out later when I get home)

The refugees settle in quite easily, some are a little uneased by all the talk of his noodly holliness and all that but they are just greatful and relaxed to be safe and have real food and water.

Osman talks more about pirates most of the time.  His noodly appendage is awesome enough that people can learn more on there own.  Evangalism is not a component of pastafarianism but he will answer if asked what kind of a chorister he is.

OOC: Is prime 2 enough to try some wards here?

(I put anti magic rules somewhere under the magic thread I think)

(There are rules for taking something apart but not for creating a lingering countermagic effect on a building....though you could imply them with extended casting and the time chart if you like...)

"That's not bad for a first try, keep practicing and I don't think you'll have any problems. As to your need for power, there's an old generator in here someplace I was planning to fix up anyway. That will save a bit of wear and tear on you or allow you to repair something else instead, and when I've got it up and humming you should have access to all the juice you need."

As Raven had given her no idea about this power held bt the creation and as she was now ignored by the fellow adventurer, she replaced her weapon and strove to focus her mind as well as centering herself.  It would seem that the thing had great power and ability as well as a  harmless nature ... as for the now anyways.  She had to struggle with her more martial nature to put it back into its cabinet as it were.  She really wanted to trade blows with bad things, but then she figured that part of her nature was suicidal.  She was making herself ready to help in any way possible to bring greater acclaim to the name of Gallahad.  Intentionally she turned her mind away from the message he had given her concerning her own identity from the vision.  Galahad's balls, but she craved action!

"If your Tass can not be spared, it will have to do I suppose, perhaps I can scan and locate more sources of power in the surrounding buildings." With that he walked past them heading up to repair the generator. He knew what he had to do, so he saw little reason to keep talking about it.

"Heya Dev! This dude says he needs power, and though like everything runs on or makes magick these days, he says the generator in this place is apparently the one thing in all known creation that don't. I gave a good charge already and I need what I got for my weapons, so you mind if this dead thing sucks some mojo out your ass?"

Ah, if only the splicer hadn't missed that 't'...
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Osman considers putting a ward around the building, but ultimately decides not to, simply because of the fact that he has no idea what Dev and Raven are doing, and doesn't want to sabotage it.  Sabotage is an area he understands quite well.

In reply to Raven (msg # 229):

Develanna scoffed in great amaze at Raven:

"Indeed he maun not!  Whatever art thou thinking sirrah?  We have not even been properly introduced!  He would then need to woo me with gifts and professions of love ... and I wouldst then accept ere aught else proceed.  Twill nae happen!  And even were I so wanton, mine ass is not made for such energy transfer! "

Develanna continues under her breath about the lax morals in this new world as she does not get the jest and is starting to think that Raven has lost his mind.

After a few minutes the buildings power stabilizes, and little by little more of the buildings power is restored as the wiring is repaired.

Osman waits

n reply to Azraile (msg # 232):

In reply to Osman (msg # 233):

Once the are fed, Osman delivers the nice people to their new home and returns to the larger ship, hopefully with his compatriots.

(just waiting for them to post)

Raven wwted                               to cy.  Seriously!  With exaggerated patience, he explained to Dev that the creature needed magical power.  And he asked her to contact Osmon and bid him to wait as the four armed do-gooder had more for them to assist with.

As understanding finally dawned, Dev hurried after the creature as she also used her earring to communicate:

"Osmon Lord, art thou still with me?"

"I'm not really a lord of anything Devalanna, I'm as commoner as it gets, but yes, I'm here.  How can I help?"

"This modern age is troublesome indeed!  If thou art a warrior for good cause, that in itself doth give thee honor and nobility!  Wilt thou also argue with me when I call thee worthy of respect!?  Ne'er the less, Lord Raven will also need us for more work on this his haven for the helpless and needy.  I must catch the ...creature that he summoned and offer it mine own aid.  He will call upon us anon!"

Osman blinks and faintly smiles,"Well I think respect is earned but I appreciate that I have earned it.   What help do you need to give the-well, let me know if I can do anything to help....I'll be waiting."

Lucy contacted raven and devalanna's com units. [Preparations for the mission are complete.]

Raven responded; ['That's nice, but those for my mission aren't yet. I need beds and food, kitchen supplies, pretty much anything and everything save for the building to make a home for veterans and the families of those who survived or were lost in the attack. Contact anyone you can think of that might help, those monks would be a good idea I think, and hit up Ix's resources too. Tell the Kung Fu Kid that if he's done kissing ass, he can come lend a hand. The more of us work on this, the faster it'll get done.']

The bird had enough presence of mind to open the channel to both Osman and Dev, so they too would know what else needed to be done. For his part, after the message was sent the splicer took a repair kit from Osman's ship and went to attempt to repair the air unit in the building.