OOC: splitting time here to help keep the flow
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Real Noah was laying out on the deck of the boat sizzling. He had wings out, belly flat, just trying to cool down. He had even woven a mana reflective material into his scales and it had slagged just by the volume of Talion's Mana storm. He was alive and would be fine, but he was far from happy. Add in the fact there was a rotund storm on its way he was all kinds of off his center. He did have a bag full of magical rocks for his trouble though.

OOC: also, for those with spirit sight:

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Occasionally, a spirit creature, roughly 2ft tall, slender, with claws and wings, roughly resembling a royal blue gargoyle would poof into existence before flying off into the distance.

 Also, the spiritual winds are blowing chaotically, heralding the great storm that is to come.

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In one of the S.S. Grey's ridiculously oversized lounge areas a round, mist-limned portal opened from nothingness like an iris, and Mistral strode through.  She took a few paces forward and quickly glanced about the area, which she'd already descried in advance, but one could never be too certain.  She turned and awaited any others from their shore party who chose to step through.  When the last had emerged she dismissed the portal with an off-handed gesture, then strode up to the top with the intent to confer with Atlas.

On the way, however, she heard deep exhalations of breath rumbling through the deck and found a dragon laid out on the deck in rather poor shape.  Mistral's pale eyes shot open and she circled the large and splayed-out form, hopped over an outstretched wing to kneel by Noah's draconian head.  She laid a hand gently upon an unburnt part of his scaled face, looked into his large eyes and said, "Merde.  You've been busy, évidemment.  What can I... What do you need?  Shall I fetch Aly and Bia?"  Mistral's normally placid face wore a strange look that might be concern, and she stumbled over the unfamiliar try at offering aid.

Figuring that Noah would probably be pleased to discuss work and inventions in this state, she asked, "Are the fabrications of le auto-stabilisant frames complete?  I must affix mes Portes to these within the hour, if they are to be of use."

As Mistral attended Noah-dragon she noticed a curious spirit presence that would briefly immaterialize on the deck before flitting away out over the sea.  She arose to her feet and waited for its reappearance, then raised a hand and extended her will to summon the spirit to her and bind it.  In the sibilant whisper of the tongue of Shadow she demanded, ~Explain your presence here, spirit, and explain well.~  Her tone was firm but even, though the implied threat was self-evident.

Noah leaned his head into Mistral's touch. "No true damage that isnt on its way to be patched. I went down to visit Talion, to help his psychology by ensuring he wasnt alone. He is sitting inside a mana reactor because his magic is acting on his desire and not his will."

He sighed and set a bag down infront of Mistral. A bag with a pair of tongs to carry it. "If he casts magic to solve the problem he will most likely hit the kids too. The man cannot cast fine tuned magic. Complex, yes, but he wont risk it. That," He nudged the bag and its carry device. "Is a few of his tears he gave me. A few mana stones with ten times a small hallows production, each stone is tied to a single spell." Ten mana tied to a single spell forged when Talion wanted to crush men who would steal his kids.

"I plan to tip some darts with them if you want to throw wammy spells at some point." He smiled. He wanted to kiss her but RoboNoah was on autopilot and heading in to charge.

"The rings are in the lab. Memory metal so they expand quick and will coil back up if you use a lighter on the rim of them." He pulled his limbs in and raised up, breaking off some of the metal slag. He was sleepy but people would be showing up. He watched as Mistral did her spirit thing with joyful attention.

Arriving on the boat, Argentus awaited Ralph intending to give him the semi-grand tour right away.  However, when he saw Mistral working on a spirit he held off.  He didn't engage with it but stood ready to back up her play if needed.

As he kept an eye on that situation, he called out, "Hey Jitters!  Someone's coming who you're going to want to meet.  And how's the coffee shop coming along?"

Arriving just behind his friend, stealing himself for whatever he may find, his mouth opening to start asking questions immediately, but the words never come from his mouth as Ralph sees they've arrived in the middle of something, he's not sure what, but he watches, fascinated, waiting to be introduced, or for things to come to some kind of conclusion..

 The ship had changed somewhat since you left. The rear sails had been moved upward and were now two wide. The solar panels on the back had been rearranged to spell "welcome", a large industrial sized silo was now attached to the coffee shop on deck, the port and starboard sides of the ship had black strips on them that were now filled with coffee and the entire ship now spelled of sun-roasted coffee.

 Grey was on the bow of the ship, riding a pony sized mecha-squirrel piloted by Jitters as they sang a song and ate coffee beans like popcorn. You had been gone for three hours....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SMWi7CLoZ2Q


 The group sees an arc of electricity suddenly form out of nowhere, like ball lightning, and launch itself at Mistral. Fortunately, it misses on its first pass.
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Real Noah had rotated his head to look at the new guy before turning back. He shook hard to get the slag off his mother of pearl scales. Both wings arched around so they could close to block for Mistral but he did not move, he wouldn't until she needed real help. Of the whole group she was the only one who really had the whole 'get out of the way' thing down like a pro.

"That is more than a little interesting. You good?"

OOC:  Sorry all!  Apparently my post in 0.1.5 where I introduced Ralph never posted!

When Ralph arrived on the boat, Argentus called out.  "Hey all, this is Ralph - he co-owned the coffee shop with me before all-that-jazz happened."

He pointed around at people in turn.  "The woman wrangling the spirit there is Mistral.  The vampire with a heart, and who can walk around in the daylight, is Sal.  The retreating synth there is Fake-Noah.  The dragon there is actual Noah.  Inside the metal squirrel is Jitters - he's the caffeine spirit from our last night at the coffee house - he's turned knight and now apparently MechWarrior.  Riding on the Mech is Grey.  She made or also is the mech... and she either made or is the ship as well.  Not too clear on that."

Hey called out, "Hey!  Anyone know what the spirits are, or why Grey doesn't seem to have any effect them?"

OOC': 15:46, Today: Argentus rolled 2 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 4,3,3,2,2,8,9.  Int/Occ on the spirit(s?).

Mistral answered drily, "It seems you did not receive a réception amicale.  We had best succeed tonight."


Mistral took the pouch and peeked within it, though was careful not to touch.  She fastened it closed again and said, "Fascinante.  Considering the raw power involved, it would seem irresponsible to use these stones without understanding the spells infused to them.  Such énergie channeled by Talion's rage could reduce all within a city block to atomes constitutifs."  She set the bag down and caressed dragon-Noah's scaled jaw and added with an enigmatic smile, "...and you will make dart-tips of them.  Typique.  Best take care in your work with that project, mon dragon."

The magess nodded in confirmation that the memory metal rings were ready and arose to attend to them, but that was when the curious spirit caught her attention.  She summoned it to her and it reacted poorly, as might be expected.  She sensed the lightning arc in the instant before it struck and bent out of the way and then hissed a stern command in the tongue of shadow, ~Calm yourself.  I've no desire to destroy you, but I will if I must.  I ask again, what is your purpose here?~

In a resolute stance Mistral faced down the spirit unseen by most, and this was what Ralph saw when Argentus introduced them.  Without turning her eyes from the spirit she said simply with a steady voice despite the confrontation, "Enchantée."

Sal winced at Argentus' description of him, but politely addressed the newcomer, "Sal Fujita. Pleasure to meet you. If Argentus trusts you enough to blurt out my secrets," he glared at Argentus, "then I shall be glad to have you at my side in battle." He reached out to shake Ralph's hand.

As Argentus describes and names everyone, he makes note, putting it all into his memory, smiling at what happened with Jitters, glad the spirit has flourished when everything around has gone to such crap..

"The pleasure is mine" he responds to the one called Mistral, impressed by her ability to handle so much at once, a multi-tasker's multi-tasker..

He smiles, Taking the offered hand.."It's a trust that goes both ways..and what I know stays with me..tho, I do have some questions for another time" Meeting sal making his mind wander to his friend for a moment before he brings it back to the here and now...wondering what might have happened to him.
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Argentus winced at Sal's words.  "Right, so everyone's on the same foot: I may have forgotten to mention something.  Ralph is Garou. So he could almost certainly hear and smell what was up with you, Sal.  The info I actually gave him was all positive: not using the werewolf slur, and letting him know that we know what you are and that you're one of the good guys."

He spotted Promethius, who he had also missed when he got distracted by mecha-squirrel.  "Oh, and Promethius - a mage like Mistral and I.  Don't know him too well yet, but he's almost as much of a tech-head as Noah.  And Charlotte - dog.  But you probably could tell that on your own."

He looks from Argentus back to Sal, smiling..

"Unlike most of my kind, I don't condemn someone just because of what they are..He says you're cool, you're cool until proven otherwise.."

Ralph pauses for a moment..then goes on..

"You're not the first of your kind I've met..I just don't let it get around..and nowadays, with all that's happening..and has happened..all the losses..something just don't seem as important anymore"

He glances over when another person is pointed out, making another mental note..then laughs, the sound almost odd after all that they've been thru..

"I thought I smelled dog..besides myself" making joke at his own expense..

Sal said, gently, "I appreciate it. I have lived long enough to see that the old prejudices are worse than useless." His voice then took on a firm tone, showing more intensity than anyone in his presence had seen from him so far,"But there is one thing that must be made clear. Rare is the vampire who would not kill to be able to walk in the sun. No matter how friendly one may seem, no matter what else you can trust them with, none may find out about my ability, let alone its source." The gentleness returned to his voice, "For this reason, I must be very careful walking outside during the day, lest agents of my kind recognize me. Once the secret is known, my life, and by extension, yours', will be in constant danger until I give it up, and besides the utter chaos that would cause in my community, I would personally prefer not to lose this gift."

Since sal is being so open and honest, Ralph feels compelled to respond in kind..

"I understand what you're saying more than you know..I have a very close friend that is one of your kind, so I kind of have an insight into the way you guys think..him I would trust, but even then I would never betray you, that's not my style, it's your gift, with all that comes with it, good and bad..as far as I'm concerned, you're just another night dweller..and nowadays, that's not that rare anymore"

Prometheus leaves the Portal then walks to his room, before 'walking' onto the deck a few minutes latter. Although walk would be a generous statement. Charlotte running around him, clearly glad to see Prometheus back, and Prometheus is stopping every few steps to either dodge the dog OR have a brief moment of fighting.

 It was clear just from their interactions that under normal circumstances they were inseparable, with both him far more energetic then he was seconds before, and the same was presumable of her. As he returned to the group he grabbed one of the new Tennis balls he had acquired, and threw it down the hall, being careful to aim away from Grey.

Looking at Ralph he smiled, and held out his hand, "You may have to give Charlotte some time, although I could be wrong. I don't know how well guard dog will trust a wolf. It should be fine though. And I like to think I am more techy then Noah. although one could argue it I suppose."

Charlotte ran up with the ball, and sat next to Prometheus urging him to throw it, clearly not paying Ralph any mind.

"Huh..." Prometheus took the ball...or rather attempted to, Charlotte clearly deciding that Prometheus needed to throw the ball without taking it. While he struggled with it, he said "I Clearly don't know much about Werewolves and animals then. Or maybe she just knows your trustworthy then. Charlotte...please, give me the ball. Don't make me order you, its not fun doing that...."

Finally managing to pull it from her teeth, he threw it once more, specifically the opposite direction to Grey.

"Nice to meet you regardless."
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Ralph laughs as he watches the interaction, so normal in the midst of all this chaos..

"Nice to meet you as well, and that Charlottes is pretty much ignoring me is a good sign, actually..animals tend to either flee or get overly aggressive around my kind, so this is a nice change"

 OOC: not visible to anyone without the ability to see spirits.

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The spirit gargoyle-creature stopped trying to attack, only to get town on all fours, tail twitching in the air, and snarling with animalistic rage. It does not speak and sparks arc off the tips of its claws.

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 Grey, seeing the commotion, hopped off of Mecha-Jitters and approached Mistral. "Umm, you might want to let that thing go before the next one spawns. Noah would be sad if you got eaten."

 She then munches on another handful of coffee beans.

Mistral was disappointed to discover that the spirit was so obnoxiously feral.  She looked away from the squirming, hissing thing toward Grey and said, “Bonsoir, mademoiselle Grey.  Do you know how and why these esprits d'intrus have come so near?  What is it that would eat me, precisely?”  Noah would miss her if she was eaten, Grey had said...  One who’d care or notice her absence was one more than she’d have had a couple weeks ago, so that was something.  Mistral released the gargoyle spirit from its binding with a dismissive gesture, though she left the command for calm to remain, leaving it free to go but not to attack.  With that matter resolved for now, she looked over the vast new coffee shop additions to the ship, and then to Grey with the mecha squirrel, and considered.  She said absently, “I begin to think that Grey needs more to occupy her time...”  She considered what the man in black had said about the elfin godling, but decided this wasn’t the time for that discussion.

Ralph the Garou seemed to be in better spirits after meeting with everyone.  That was encouraging, but in the meantime she had work to attend to.  To dragon-Noah and anyone else in earshot she asked, “We shall require a safe location to receive the children.  Suggestions?”  Once she had options, she set off below decks to the laboratory to retrieve the memory-metal rings, which she’d then bring to her own cabin to begin designing the portal scheme.
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 Grey grinned and gestured to Jitters. "We went to Colombia and bought two silos of coffee... but we ate one on the way home so we only have one now. Also, Jitters is too small to ride so I made him a saddle."

 Jitters assumed a Napoleonic horse stance. "Indeed! The black water flows once more and Lady Grey's appetite for it rivals even mine. I think I made a fine steed for one such as her."

 She was grinning ear to ear and Jitters seemed into it too. "Also, the hold of the ship should be big enough to gather a bunch of children. If not, I can make it bigger."

Edit: "These are storm spirits. Father is angry... and so the weather itself bends to his wrath."
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Looking around at the ship, Argentus commented, "Well done on the restock.  Though at some point you guys will need to learn a little bit of self-control, even around coffee.  The mount does look pretty nice.  I'd suggest some modifications, but it might be easier if you just googled "MechWarrior" and customized the Robo-Squirrel on your own to start."

Remembering something, Argentus said to no one visible (without Spirit sight), "Niri, I assume you guessed it, but all batteries on this boat are off-limits.  Unless we're boarded by hostiles - then feel free to mess with theirs.  Also, if that guy throws another lightning bolt at Mistral, would you be able to catch it safely?  Lastly - those two over there can introduce you to coffee if you'd like."

He reached his senses out toward the oppressive pseudo-hallow.   Argentus didn't expect anything involving Talion to be remotely reasonable, but this was as funny as a $3 bill.
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 Grey tilted her head as Argentus spoke, though he had to wonder if she was actually paying attention. "'Kay!"

 She then ran off to play with Mecha-Jitters again.

((OOC: Curses, google-fu failed me. I honestly went looking for how werewolves and animals get along and found nothing. I know Charlotte should dislike Sal, although thus far it hasn't really come up. But I messed up here,,, oh well))

Prometheus continued to play catch with Charlotte for a while, while looking over at the group. As he did so he replied to Ralph, "She has a good grasp of who is and isn't good. Some people she will distrust but trust latter, Mistral earned herself some of that to begin with, but most she has a good idea from the start. A good sign if nothing else."

Spotting Mistral he said, "If you'll excuse me..."

Walking over to her he said, "I want to thank you for what you did earlier today. I know you said you would answer if we contacted you, but I don't think you expected or deserved to be contacted for something like that, and you treated the situation as well as could be expected."

He paused for a second and then said, "Should you like, I can take away some of the pain from what happened yesterday. Can't be sure if I will heal it entirely without seeing it, but I can help regardless."

He looked really guilty and then added, "Should you be willing, and I know I am meant to be thanking you...but.... I remembered you mentioning Tass... or Noah mentioning it in relation to you its just I don't have a rote for this and  ummm..." He trails off. This was not at all something he was comfortable asking.

Argentus almost collapsed on the deck of the ship.  "Mistral, you should probably let that guy go join the others.  Also, no one should let their mind wander too close to that psuedo-hallow.  It's made up of the cries of the children and Talion's rage, hate, and guilt.  Not that I just did it... because that would be dumb."  He rubbed his temples, trying to find his happy place inside his head.

Mistral turned to Prometheus as he gave his thanks for aiding his escape earlier.  She nodded once in response and said drily, “Think nothing of it.  Leaving mes amis to die tends to make for poor working relationships.”  He then offered to perform some form of mending upon the wound she’d inflicted on her own arm while gripped by paranoid madness in Tennessee.  Mistral bent the arm experimentally and winced, then conceded, “That would be welcome.  This wound would not kill me, but it would take time to heal and time is not a luxury we have.”

Mistral minutely quirked one pale eyebrow as Prometheus asked after her tass, with difficulty.  She cut him short to avoid further awkwardness and said, “I have much tass to spare, as it happens.  Our three month absence was a boon in this one respect.  A moment.”  She raised a hand, palm-up and focused her gaze not upon it but through it while murmuring cryptic syllables in the High Speech.  A few moments later from nothingness a refractive blue shape arose in her palm, the perspective of it gradually shifting until it resolved into a blue spherical candy.  She cocked her head and then continued, and more such spheres phased into existence: a second blue, two pink, one orange, one yellow, and one red.  Satisfied, Mistral placed the small handful of colorful candies into Prometheus’s hand and briefly explained the rough mana charge contained within each according to their color.

Meanwhile, Argentus reeled from supernal contact with Talion’s storm, and Mistral caught his shoulder to help steady him to keep from collapsing to the deck.  She said, “Of course you’d not be so foolish as to attempt to tap into Talion’s mana storm.  If you’ve need to restore l’énergie by safer means, I offer you the same.”  Again she performed a curious trick to conjure a small handful of candied balls out of some space-between-spaces, then offered these to Argentus with the same explanation she’d given to Prometheus.

To Prometheus she then said, “Come to the laboratory with me, if you would.”  Mistral strode off below decks to the laboratory workshop near the medical ward, where she removed her hooded jacket to reveal the ‘tactical catsuit’ from the previous mission underneath.  She peeled back her left sleeve to reveal a milky-pale arm with an elbow wrapped about in white gauze.  She carefully unfurled the bandage to reveal an ugly laceration on the back of one elbow.  It was scabbed-over and beginning to heal well enough so far, but it was worse than she’d let on.  Wincing and looking self-conscious, Mistral asked Prometheus, “Is this within your power to heal?”

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Prometheus and Argentus are each being offered a candy mana-ball package of:

• Red:    5 mana x 1
• Yellow: 4 mana x 1
• Orange: 3 mana x 1
• Blue:   2 mana x 2
• Pink:   1 mana x 2

If you bite into them you’ll find a hard candy coating over a firm jelly center in a mysterious variety of floral-fruity flavors.  Bon appetit :)

"Thank you, Mistral.  I appreciate the tass.  I wasn't seeking to tap it so much as explore it a bit."  Argentus explained lamely, plainly not having thought things through clearly enough.

He turned to the dragon.  "Noah, any chance you could make me a nice gun before we go?  I've got my Judge, but that's not much with what we're looking at over the next few hours."

Noah smiled, it was good to see everyone about their business. He nodded at Argy, "Sal's gun is off the cooker, what did you need?" He stood up and started walking for the fabrication lab. He was dragging his side on the walls trying to get all the slag off of him, it was going to be a process.

He did, however, send Sal a message about his rifle.

"I made Sal a survival rifle that has inserts for any and all ammo types. Lightweight and it disassembles to something the size of a large wallet. Did you want something like that or did you have something else in mind? The Taurus arms judge is already an amazing firearm as is."

Prometheus' eyes widen, as he is presented with more mana then he has seen...well ever more then likely. At the very least more then he has seen since he left the Mysterium.

"Thank. Mistral. This means a lot. You have opened many doors for me with this gift....and likely stopped at least a few dozen scorifications."

Taking the offered Mana candy, he follows her down to the lab, and  looks over her arm, frowning, "I should be able to do so. If it had actually bitten you, I would be concerned, but this should be fine."

Gently taking her left arm in his hands, he said,"I feel like I wouldn't be doing my job if I didn't at least try to sell you on a cybernetic arm... He offered her a small smile, "Me and Noah could set you up one with all sorts of gadgets in it. And I assure you, we don't rebo limbs."

He begins to mutter under his breath after that, attempting to cast the spell while she was distracted. Unfortunately it seemed he had distracted himself more then her.

"Okay.... lets try again, and concentrating this time...

OOC:
So Mistral, the first roll healed nothing, while the second (unless the GMs overule due to magic weapon) should heal up to 4 Lethal.
03:29, Today: Promethius failed (no successes) using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 5,7,6,6,6.  Healing Heart (Life + Gnosis).

03:34, Today: Promethius rolled 4 successes using 8d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 7,8,3,9,2,9,10(+6),5.  Healing Heart (Life + Gnosis +WP).

2 Mana spent, and one WP.

Sal heads down to the fabrication laboratory (faboratory?) and returns Noah's gun and picks up his new one. "Thank you, Noah. I shall put this to good use tonight. Can you produce a case of 7.62mm NATO rounds?"
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"I have no qualms with the Judge.  It is great for self-defense when I'm worried about muggers and thieves.  However, when I'm looking at assaulting a compound of heavily armed kidnappers - and likely worse - I'd like to be carrying something a bit heavier.  A similar rifle would be much appreciated."  Argentus responded.

Noah nodded to Sal. "I can print a pair of clips for each of you but not much else. Until we raid a yard I am on bones and scraps for gear. Fabricated your rifle out of a Spanish cannon."

"Though..." Noah got THAT look. "I just got a load of hyper spell crystals. Ten or so units of mana tied to a spell made into a crystal. If I tip a pair of rounds with them, think you can put them into a target and document the results for me?" he held up his claws. "I cant use guns in this form and I dont trust my dopple to aim right."

"I'd be willing to give it a try," said Sal.

Everyone seems to be doing what they do best, and even tho he spent so much time with Argentus  so much of what t is being said and done makes no sense, so Ralph decides to check out the boat, give it a thorough search, hoping to find something he recognizes, something he can use, even as a thought pops into his head that almost makes him laugh..

"My kingdom for a computer"

 The boat seemed strange... not the least reason being that the entire thing was neon green and several sizes too large for a normal human... as though being constructed by colorblind giants for colorblind giants.

 The only place you could find see a computer was in a place called the "medical ward". However, what he saw there was... unnatural.

 He saw a giant animate sunflower teddy bear tending to a synthetic with pure white plastic arms and legs rocking with a child and all but catatonic to the rest of the world and, on the other chair someone that looked as though she'd been skinned alive and had her flesh replaced with synthetic skin, complete with blood still dripping between the plates. Despite that, she seemed quite dead.

Mistral inclined her head to the two men thanking her and said, “Our fates are bound, for good or ill, so it is no good for any of us to go ill-equipped.”


In the Faboratory, Mistral gave Prometheus an incredulous look as he examined her wounded arm and suggested a cybernetic prosthesis.  She said drily, “An appealing offer, but can nothing be done to save the arm?  Amputation seems a touch excessive for this wound.  If I misplace any limbs I’ll surely accept replacements, toutefois.”  She watched curiously as he analyzed her arm’s Pattern and focused on how to repair it.  It seemed to be no simple problem, but after some difficulty the wound began to knit itself closed before her very eyes.  There was a stinging as it closed up quicker than she’d thought possible, and Mistral sucked in a sharp intake of breath, but in a few moments the pain was but a memory.  Mistral blinked and raised her arm to look closer at it, bending it experimentally.  Surprised and satisfied, she looked back to Prometheus and said, “That was remarkable.  Merci beaucoup.  I didn’t realize until now how badly that wound was bothering me.  I’ll be able to keep the arm after all, then?”

Ralph's eyes go wide and he doesn't know whether to scream, vomit or laugh.. he's seen many strange things in the Umbra, in the fights alongside his pack, and in the vastness of the digital world, but none of it came close to or prepared him for the sights before him, and his first thought is to run, to get as far away from what is going on as he can, and find a place, or a way to lose himself until the images are gone, are distant memories...

And yet he doesn't turn, doesn't flee, doesn't even stay in one place..he feels himself moving closer, his voice soft as he tries to keep it steady, wanting to make himself heard even as he doesn't want to disturb anyone or anything..

"Is there anything I can do to help?"
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 The animate sunflower plushie took out a pipe and put it into its mouth and began to slowly blow bubbles out of it. When it spoke, the voice was deep and masculine. "We've repaired what damage we can to the bodies, but minds and souls are not my area of expertise, I'm afraid."

 The sunflower creature takes the woman, mangled and flayed, and pushes her body back into the freezer. "I had hoped that a hard reboot of the core systems would be at least enough to return her to a life support state... but I was wrong."

He sighs..hating feeling helpless, again feeling he's letting down those that need him, even if they are things he doesn't really understand, the bubble pipe barely registering, tho he does find himself almost asking if he can try it..

"I'm good with computers and their systems, and have connections with the Weaver..if those are at all the systems you mean, maybe there's something I can do..or at least try.."

He pauses, gathering his thoughts..

"Minds and Souls aren't mine either..Spirits, those I'm better with"

 "Do you have any experience with synthetic programming? It is very different than normal computer programming."

In reply to Mistral (msg # 37):

Prometheus smiled, "The wound itself was minor. It was an attempt at a joke, a poor one by the sounds of it. Force of habit."

Taking his hands away from her arm, he said, "I deal with sleepers mostly, after all, sometimes with less drugs then I would like...and often with people who don't deserve the stuff they are getting...

Distracting the patient is almost always in my best interest. Although normally I don't distract myself at the same time."