A huge grin broke like sunrise across Develanna'sface as she recognized her comrade.  Striding forward, she offered her weapon hand, grasping Raven's upper right arm in the way of warriors: each grasping the forearm of the other's in order to prove themselves  noncombative.  Raven returned the handshake.  Dev laughed as Raven continued to speak.  When he finished, she spoke over her shoulder to Osmon,

"As ye maun tell good friend Osmon, no introduction is necessary, and would you have palaver with this one, ye'll need to be speedy of tongue!"

As Raven outlined the situation, Dev had turned her hand to offloading the supplies.  As the other two decided what their tasks would be, she offered a quick comment and then laid out her own plans:

"Well enow Good My Lord Raven!  Art thou trying for sainthood?  It is indeed a kindly act!  And in the meantime, I will break out the food and drink and give succor to the masses!"

It would be quite easier to just use the same working suits over and over to move them from the basment to Ozmans ship, and it is quite true they have dug into the MREs like mana from the heavens. It has only been a few days but even less than a week of forcing down mold is more than enough to make someone greatful to have something even resembling real food. When being offered the bug meat and veggies on Oz's ship they are exstadic about it.  It tasted like lousy lobster and no one had a single drop of butter but hey it was real food!

Raven left the others to deal with the survivors on the ground floor, and with a repair kit from Osman's ship headed into the stairwell. He closed the door he entered by, so as to open a second while created an airlock of sorts. He found his way into the maintenance area, but he didn't do more than give a nod to any he passed and walked on with purpose. With the original floor plan pulled up on his visor, the splicer found another staircase that led down into a sublevel and decended. He used his false eye to scan as he made his way along, finally spotting what he wanted and stopping by a section of wall; he used his four fists, and started bashing the flat surface until it gave way to a hole; past it laid yet more steps, covered over so much by the grime of age the original material used to make them could not be told just by sight. Ever deeper into the bowels of the building he went, his foot falls the first heard here in untold years.

According to the readout, he was now standing on the original foundation of the structure above him. Black boots made sweeps as the bird cast his gaze downward, until he saw a single letter and number etched into the stone. He got to his knees, and carefully wiped the area until he'd uncovered the cornerstone. He reached into a pouch, and removed the small figurine the God of War had given him. It was placed under a heel, and with a sharp force was broken. He repeated this action several times, until by his inspection there was just white powder. The soldier lifted his visor, brought his beak down close to the pile, and spit on it over and over until he judged he had applied enough. He exposed a talon and worked the mixture until it was a paste, then commanded his suit to uncover an arm long enough for him to pull free a single feather. With this, the fighter transferred bits of the gooey mess to the stone, and smeared it until the whole thing was coated.

The ex-Marine stood up, and removed the Sword of Mars from his side. He placed all four hands on the grip with the blade pointed dead center of the stone, and lifted the weapon up. The silence of this place was broken by his voice echoing from the walls, a song issuing forth.

"Make an Everlasting Home for Warriors,
This Contrite Soul Asks You to Abide.
Where Death and Danger Dare Not Come,
To a Soldier's Side."

At the last word, the hilt was plugged straight and true burying the blade of the sword into the cornerstone.

(Lot of rolls but with all factors and rolls made final roll diff 6 and you got four 6s lol)

Raven didn't have any exsperiance that even could part way be applied to appealing to a sleeping building through ritual, this was some crazy shit. Luckily seamed the spirits liked the natural drugs as much as he did and liked even bad signing so he was doing ok up to this point but when something is asleep? Eh..  Thankfully he had that nice little tip on sympathetic resenance and the simple ritual, and using it paied off quite well. When the sword drove about half way into the stone it didn't even crack, it was hard to tell where the sword and cornerstone stoped/started, and he could fell a momentary shock of a pained being that quickly passed. What followed none needed spirit magic to sense as all about the building sounds echoed... Pipes creaking and thumping, walls groaning, metal shaked into metal. It scared the last few into running out as fast as they could lest part of the building come down on them. But once the building finished 'streching' things quited down.

There was what reven could only guess was comunication between the sword and the building as odd sensations, images, and fellings were about but nothing realy focused on him and faster than the way spirits would 'talk' to him. The building then addressed the old soldier thanking him for awaking it and giving it another chance to help people, it didn't like housing people suffering from quite (mage craziesness =p) and missed being used to help people rather than just housing people that couldn't be helped. But it was conserned about the damage it had taken over the years and from being at the edge of the attack. It dose not wish to come off the wrong way on it, but if it could have some of his energies it could repair some of the damage it's self, but much still needed fixed by human hands.

Os is pleased that they have been well fed.  And it looks like he is able to repair the suits as well.  In that case, he will relax and enjoy their enjoyment for a moment.  God knows, there will be enough times in times ahead that will feel like a buzz saw chopping out your eye.

Raven gave a nod to the building's request, grasped the sword once more, and attempted to concentrate on channeling his power through it into the building itself. He had no idea if this was the proper way to do such a thing, or if it would even work, but he made the attempt regardless.

 Develanna decided that it would best behoove her to stir up conversation with Osmon in order to better know this fellow and quest companion.  As she helped keep order among the starving and give aid as was needed,she asked,

"Do ye tell me Friend Osmon of thyself and from whence tho comest and to where thou wouldst go!"

"Well...home.  But since home is the 20th century around 1991, which, by the way sucks since it sounds like the 90's was pretty awesome....but apparently time travel is only possible for like...oracles..and even then its iffy, I'm not expecting it any time soon.  As for myself? Well...I...."  He doesn't know any way to say that without making himself sound like a jerk, so he does vaguaries,"There was a ship.  I was part of the crew.  We got taken by Nephrandi and got tortured for a while, first by them, and later by criminal vampires.  They ran some horrific experiments.  I'm part of the result of that....we got free.  I'm looking after what's left of the crew and other people they picked up, looking for someplace safe, only it seems there is no place...so I'm helping you guys and then will look for the drive of the ship that I was on...it was...pretty impressive and might solve some problems with the Earth....what about you?"

(You have 6 quintessence, each one works out to something like 5~25 power for the spirit depending how well you feed into the building using spirit to act as prime would...  At most it might handle 50 power or so, so you can send a set amount or just try and give the thing a good wake up full charge hehe up to you though)

(Since it sounds like 2 from me would equal a charge at max of 50, I'll give it 2 and hope for the full dose)

As Osmon shared with her his story, a wide range of emotions scrolled across the knight's open countenance.  When he mentioned the vampires, she snarled and spit in disgust on the floor.

"Of those vile denizens of Evil I am sadly acquained.  I mourn for any who have the displeasure to cross their foul paths."

When asked of her own tale, she toght for a bit before responding,

"I was raised on a small island on a planet that I have just recently been made aware of.  We had little in the way of
'tekgnawledgy', so I am oft in great amaze on this my quest.  I was taught that Great Galahad was to be worshipped as our Diety, but due to a vision from Him, I know that much I had learned was not true of Arthur who maun not be evil and M-...others who are worse than I thought him to be.  I am questing for knowldege and guidance from  and for Great Galahad that I earn my spurs to become a right good knight."

"Interesting.  Are you of the Celestial Chorus like myself?" He seems genuinely intrigued and listened to all of her story.  He eats a bit of food himself considering, and also keeping an eye from time to time on the crowd to make sure no nonsense occurs.

The building went deathly quite and the power slowly died away, then the sword and the stone started to give off a light illuminating the room. Lowest room in a place like this... yes it was a morgue, and a jolt of energy blew one of the lockers open and another sent the decomposed flesh and bones flying out and splattering agents the wall. The building gave off a large amount of spiritual force, what raven had given and then some, a piece of itself at least.... the energy released was near as much as the power one of the two beasts the god had summoned had.

Outside both Deb and Ozman could clearly feel the large burst of energy deep in the ground under the building. It was a strong eruption of static(order) energy.

The energy all flowed into and around the corpse as strands of the pattern web started to spin around it. The body was some what pulled into the pattern itself, but not fully, leaving it in a cocoon of strange rainbow like strands of light as if it was wrapped up in fiber-optics. Raven had seen something like this before, it was often what Stasis/weaver spirits did as they wove some one into the pattern, but this... just stopped here... it didn't get dragged any further into the pattern, and there was defiantly something going on inside the caccon, he could feel it.

Regardless the building slipped back into slumber after it was done with this act,it was still 'awake' but it was in a state of deep rest now.

Raven calmly activated his comm unit.

"Um, Dev? Hi, sorry to bother you, but I just sort of blundered my way through a ritual I pulled out of my ass based on a dream, and mixed an artifact from Ares with the power of a Sword of Mars and then super charged it with my own magic juju. Now I got a bunch of rotted flesh suspended in midair by Christmas lights, looks like some sort of freaky cocoon; if my hunch is right, and I'm strongly hoping it's not, I might have company really soon. So, if you could spare a moment to bring yourself and that big ass sword down to the foundation level, I'd really appreciate it..."

The energy around the cocoon seamed very much alive indeed as it was slowly absorbed into the mass, it was quite the odd sight too, hanging from the pattern web to natural sight it did just seam suspended in mid air. But soon all but the light of the fibers them self was inside the mass of strands, and stuff in there was moving... and slowly filling more and more of the cocoon.  Thankfully it was only about the size that a man curled up onto himself could fit in, so if something was in there it wasn't anything too awful bit so it was unlikely that much stronger than Raven.

Osman pats his blaster by his side as he hears Raven's plea to Des. "I can go with you to help, or stay here and protect the civilians in case this place tries to harm them."

He still has an eye out, just in case.  Always.

Dev responds to Osmon as she continues to feed the masses.  At his question, she responds:

"Methinks not as I know not the chorus of which thou speakest..."

She was on the verge of asking more about this chorus when Raven's request comes through her earring.  Touching said bit of jewelry, she looks uzzled, then worried, and then flashes a huge grin.  ACTION!  She speaks to the four armed inventor of havoc:

"Indeed Good My Lord I will attend thee at the nonce!... though mine sword hath no ass to speak of!"

Looking up to Osmon, she shakes her head,

"Twould behoove all an that thou didst remain here to succor and protect these goodly vassals an it dorh thee please Sir!  Also, someone maun need to tell the tale of our deaths should aught go awry.  Yet shouldst thou hear us screaming, do thou come on the run!"



Develanna drew her sword and headed to Raven's side.

By the time Dev arrived the light had nearly all but faded from the sack, and it had sagged away from the pattern web, dangling lower and lower and now was slumped on the floor looking like a rather normal (but overly large cocoon). There is a bit of a groan from the mass though as it rises twisting some her and there and starts to pull apart. What pulled free from the coccon was what appeared to be a normal human man, though a very naked human man.... no.... scratch that.

.... it wasn't something they could quite make out at first but there was just something 'wrong' about him as he curiously looked over himself in confusion and curiosity. The way the smiley webbing flowed so easily off him, how little emotion he showed, the nearly... no completely flawless skin... it added up more and more there was no physical flaws at all to the mans body, and the webbing slid of him leaving him perfectly clean (and perfectly naked =p) all so easily. It wasn't right, it wasn't human, it was all very subtle but it was there... he was just too perfect to be a normal human being.

He blankly stated. "I'm alive? no... no I'm not. I am not myself am I? I am something else... something that was me and was me as well but something different from the other me.... but am something that is one and new made from the two...." seaming to be talking to himself as much as anything else.

What really stood out and was creepy now that they where looking was his eyes, everyone eyes had little flaws in them but his were full of perfect uniformly blue lines around his iris.

Raven quietly talked to his suit.

"Wildfire, give me a scan of this guy, anything you can come up with."

The bird waved with one hand, while the other three were on guns.

"Hello there. My name's Raven, and I'm responsible for you being here. The woman is named Dev, what should we call you?"

It looks over it's self some more and then the two of them, "I am lacking any form of designation, part of this form once has one but it's application has long sense past, the other part was created only for the perpose of my formation and required no designation. Hum... I seam to be lacking the proper attire." It looked down moving it's hand and bits of rusted metal and the silk tore apart and swirled up it's arm as it broke down, then it was drawn together and fused into an armored space suit, lightly based of Raven's suit and Dev's clothing.
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When Dev got to where Raven was, all she could see was a ...man thing on the floor.  Raven was conversing with it.  Reluctantly she lowered her sword and looked confused.  After the nameless thing finished speaking, she spoke to her erstwhile companion,

"Was this slip of a fellow that what brought you to fear Raven?  Uhh ... Are ye still in danger's fearful way? If ye sayest to me that there is no fight in the offing, I may be forced to come over and hit thee, so 'ware that thou dost speak wisely.  I was hoping to fight some evil!"

The last came out almost whiny, like a child who had been denied a promised treat.  It did not help her lack of maturity when she stomped a booted foot.

Raven deactivated the external speaker on his suit, but opened a comm. channel to Dev. and spoke in a whisper.

"This guy has access to something called Umbrood abilities, and out of the things that use such, dude here is the most powerful sort. He's some kind of drone made out of flesh and magic, he's not supposed to really have much in the way of emotions but getting in between him and his duties is supposed to be a very bad idea. Since he's major powerful, armored as well as you and me, and we have no idea what his intentions are so we can't avoid accidently getting him POed, would you like to reconsider your 'slip of a fellow' comment?"

Drones had particularly good hearing and most had little trouble picking up on various EM transmissions, something the birds suit could have warned him before trying to use such rather than after. "They are referred to by most as 'charms', I was created to see to the repair, upkeep, and safety of this building." He closes his eyes. "Though the first will take some time, I do not have the power to repair so much damage on my own in a time frame to assist the refugees if that is your intentions for this place. I will need a few weeks unless some form of power can be restored to the building I can draw from. Much like the building I will have to rest for some time to regain spent energies on my own."
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Os will keep an eye on the refugees, get them to talk about their experiences to try and help them work things out, help them set goals for their lives to try and put things back together and try to generically give them hope.

Devellana touches her earring and speaks softly,

"I know not this 'Unbrood' good my lord.  Is it a death dealing power or maun it mean that there will be a hellacious stench when he doth burp with his butt?  He appeareth to be a wee slip whose head would roll quile easily.  So I will not recind, but I am willing to be schooled on the merits of not swinging mine sword now".

She waited, but had little hope that she would get the chance to right some heinous wrong by smacking the holy hell out of something evil.