Amy looked down at her hands and closed her eyes. The unit began to shift until it was now a pretty young blonde woman in her early twenties. At which point, she immediately began to make subtle alterations to herself while Noah went deeper into the compound, leaving Promethius nauseous with the yound woman and the mass of living metal he had shed like a skin when he arrived.

 A giant blob of living metal was not something he knew exactly how to pilot though.

Now this, THIS made sense to him. He didn't know why Noah lied earlier and said that they were going to use a separate soul, but merging soul and mind into one new life...that was actual rational and explained why they came out here.

Talking to both Amy's he said, "Given how little time you have been separate from each other, the mental and spiritual differences will be minor. So neither of you will vanish, but instead you will both fit together like a puzzle. That I can promise you."

He really hoped he was telling the truth. While he had thus far claimed that everything he had done on someone else he would do on himself first...this wasn't something he could do that with. This was about as experimental as it could get.

Experimental Magic to save the life of an innocent...what better reason to cast a spell.

Still, when the memories of Amy flowed through his head, he quickly became somewhat Ill. To many minds, to many thoughts, this...thus was painful.


When he recovered from almost throwing his lunch up everywhere, he watched in marvel as Amy shifted her body at well. The potential for this technology was incredible.

And then he noticed Noah was gone, "You have GOT to be kidding me. NOAH!!! How do you expect me too...."

He looks at the giant blob of nano-tech, "Well I guess poke it with a cable and see what happens then. I won't be a minute, I promise Amy."

And with that, he began to see if he could interface with it. Firstly by wifi, and should that not work, by CAREFULLY putting a USB and (failing that) then a PCIe lead into the gloop to see what happens.

OOC:
There are two Computer rolls here, as this could be two different things. Wits to catch any singal before it slips through my fingers, and Resolve just in case the Nano-tech immediately floods me with data or DDOS attacks. Cause Noah also didn't tell me how to disable any anti-hacking security the nanobots possess.

06:00, Today: Promethius rolled 5 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 2,10(+4),10(+8),7,10(+5),9.  Dex + Composure.

06:10, Today: Promethius rolled 2 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 4,8,6,2,9.  Computers + Wits.

06:10, Today: Promethius rolled 1 success using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 4,9,6,3,7,2.  Computers + Resolve.

Noah stalked low to the ground like a giant lizard, which he was, as he skulked over the building to the center point of their soul catch. It wasn't something that he had to do but it would have been a sin to disrupt the natural order of souls that he couldn't save. It never took much to ruin intricate works but it was important to restore some kind of balance. Who knew what would happen if they had been left out here to rot for years and years.

He started passively typing out on his hud. ~Grey, if you could work with Prom to get them home I would be very thankful. I shouldn't be too far behind them. Please please please don't eat his connector, it's very hard to replace them as they are connected to his brain.~

 Amy seemed to be taking things very much in stride, considering the ghosts, dragons, nanotech, the fact that she was in a shapeshifting body, and talking to someone with a USB attached to his brain. "Alright, but, please hurry if you can. I'd rather be just about anywhere else."

 The nanotech blob didn't have a WiFi connection (they respond to one another on a secure line for synths. High speed data transfer and nearly impossible to crack) but responded to Promethius's attempt to plug in using a USB jack. As he pressed his brain jack into the amorphous mass, he felt a USB port form around the connector and suddenly his perception shifted. He was no longer in his own head, but outside of his own body. Also, he had two new voices in his head, Noah's and Grey's.

 "Hello! Hey! Mistral said I should ask you how to grow coffee hydroponically. Can you teach me?"

 Promethius found the shift in perspective disorienting (and Grey's chatter distracting) and it took him nearly a full minute to notice that he was now much higher off the ground that he once was... or that he was in a cockpit next to Amy... inside of a 12ft tall bipedal winged humanoid mech.


Noah
 It didn't take long to find the source of the chains, a wooden totem of some sort, carved with demonic reliefs depicting some sort of slave master demon with hand raised. The hand of the totem held the spectral chains of the dead.
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Noah tilted his head at the totem, "Half a bet you're from the enemy crew from hell here now." He took out his pocket slate and started taking pictures in a slow turn. He wanted to be sure he got every angle he could before he destroyed the thing. Once he had a good set of photos he took a deep breath and chomped down on the thing. Breaking things could be easy, but he wanted enough chunks to be sure all sympathetic ties had been crushed up and spat out with extreme force.

It was the statue of a demon after all. Why risk any lingering attachments?

 The moment Noah bit into the creature, Grey's liquid form flowed out and began to dissolve it. There were many spectral screams from elsewhere in the compound, but then there was silence.

Prometheus shook his head and said to Grey while he was still trying to recover and work out whats going on, "Noah, why doesn't this kid have access to Google? Seriously.

Give me a second to focus Grey and I'll....oh..."

Prometheus tried to focus on the data that his eyes were giving him, then switching the to information the nanobots were giving him, "You know I have heard some pilots have to do this....My respect for them has increased 10 fold...."

He paused for a moment and focused on only looking through his own eyes for the moment, "Right, step one, home, step two Coffee...."

And with that he did his best to try and guide the Nanobots back towards the carrier. Hopefully without doing a worse job of flying then Noah.

"This....this is weird...even for me."

 It was hard to maintain your senses in your own head while jacked in to the kaiju system and your perspective constantly wanted to shift to that of the mech. However, the shift in perspective actually made piloting the mech far easier. It was some kind of hyper advanced neural interface that allowed him to control the mech like he did his own body. Soon, he was walking through the trees in his giant mech, heading away from that accursed place... but then he came to a road (he is still hidden by trees) and it occurred to him that he'd come in via orbital drop.

Noah popped up some text for Prom. "Relax homie. It's not about having control, it is about doing. Your connection is telling Grey what you're trying to do. She is handling the rest of it. The next-gen interface will use something like this. Don't try to figure out the muscles or how to make the wings flap or your drive system push. Superman it, I have faith in you."

Noah made his way out of the ruins with a mass of Grey handy, making sure she was ok. At this point he thought there was a minor demon bound in that thing, which would mean she ate it. "Someone has to be able to work with Grey in the event something should happen like I get ejected into space."

"You got this."

A text message replied to Noah in the form of a GIF...



Frankly the idea of a code that would respond to intent was insane, both to code AND the risks...but at this point, it was probably the least insane thing he had heard Noah tell him with his experimental tech in the last few days.

Invisible animals, actual Dragons, travel to the underworld, and solar flares. This is nothing compared to that....but I can't deny I miss selling cybernetics to drug dealers and animal experimentation.

Trying to relax and ignore the fact he was hooked up to a mass of nano machines that collectively probably had the computational power to leave him a brain dead husk, that were in turn linked up to whatever the hell Grey was, and focus on instructing Grey, "We need to go back home. Preferably via flight."

Lets see how that goes.

 Promethius heard Grey speak in his head.


 The Mech then flew into the air, upwards like Noah had before. Below you, you could see cars swerving and crashing with people getting out of cars to stare upwards as they became like ants to your sight.

 As you get higher and are no longer bubbled in a protective casing, you can now see the red aurora that covers the planet. It's still day so the colors are muted, but the mass of the solar flare still fires against some sort of planar shielding, creating a show of red dancing lights in the sky.

 A few minutes later and the nano-mech descends into the ocean, turning into a sub as it makes its way back to the ship. Once there, it climbs aboard and ejects you out onto the deck into the rain.

 Amy yelps in surprise as she is unceremoniously dumped out onto the deck.

 Noah finds himself falling somewhat behind the Kaiju system and arrives several minutes later.

---> To daycare.

When Noah landed he landed on the edge of a rise on the ship. He had a silver cane in his hand he leaned on to look at Prom. "A strong faith must you have in the force. To make sense, the tech has no obligation to make. Disbelief disrupts the code." He tapped the cane. "That, is why you fail." He smiled, "Should something happen to me we need someone who can use the kiju enough to get people home. Like it or not Homie, that's you."

He hopped down from the rise. "Madam Amy, may I welcome you to 'The Ark'. An atomic bleeding edge ship unlike any other. There are very few things that could even get it to budge so you are safe as a safe can be." He pulled out his personal slate and offered it to Amy. "Feel free to call your father. You have four minor operations left and you will be able to go home free as a bird. The operations will give you the ability to heal again. A system to protect your memory even should the worst happen. and two others to help quality of life."

"You did very well."

He offered Prom a claw up. "I'm setting up a bunch of bot accounts to post doctored images of a transformer for the new transformers twelve film. Even though they will think it was me in the mech, there will be interference to any truth of the matter. Still, bad ass Sparrow."

 Amy takes the slate with a nod and walks inside, calling up her father as Noah and Promethius speak.

Prometheus groaned, both in a result of the landing AND Noah's puns."I brought that on myself. Still, I did not fail."

Taking the claw, he said, "Ultimately it is not the public you must trick and you know it. As much as you dislike the Seer's their is a reason they have been so successful for so long...

The individual is clever, the masses are a fool.

Still," He acknowledged, "it is significantly better then nothing." It was at this moment he realised that he had taken Noah's Claw, and talked to Noah's Dragon form, instead of continuing to pretend it didn't exist.

Snatching his hand away like it was burnt, he turned towards the rest of the ship, considering going inside. However their was one last thing he needed to address given the last few days and Lola's recent expenditure. "I need a pay rise if you want me to continue to deal with this kind of thing. I am DEFINITELY not getting paid enough to save the world.

I was supposed to deal with the people you couldn't publicly deal with, make the sales and surgeries you couldn't do for marketing reasons. If you want me to keep doing this...and we live through this meeting with the Concillium, I'll need hazard pay at least."

Noah inclined his head to one side. "All things in their due time it seems. Come." Noah walled his way down to the hold and through a number of security checks that would make it all but impossible to escape Grey.

Inside was the treasure Grey and Noah shared. A treasure that Noah snaked into so well that Scrooge McDuck would have thought it a supernatural talent. "My normal bank accounts are being watched, It's why we have only had access to my emergency funds. But Grey is a good girl and she pulled up my vault and some other things."

When he came out he had a few things. "The box contains the signs from the Alaskan national park. The ones that said the glaciers would be melted by twenty-twenty. They should sell for six digits a pop. I'll get you a number of an accountant who knows enough to not ask questions so you can set yourself up a fund."

"Sound good for a 'new hero' down payment?"

He wasn't quite sure what Noah meant by that comment...perhaps he had been expecting such a request for a while now?

Still the offer was much better then what he had expected, and he made it clear, "Thank you Noah. This will more then tide me over until..." he stops and shook his head, "This is more then I expected. Way more. I honestly was hoping for 'as soon as we are all technically alive again."'

Of course he would have to be careful with it, that was for sure. Still, if done correctly he could stretch this even further then till Noah officially becomes the head of his company again.

"I really don't know what to say."

Noah's tail peeked out of the hoard like a periscope and waved about. "I plan way ahead and do things to set up the outcome I want. You shouldnt be surprised I'd set you to be ok should I go dark or something."

"Its what I do Prom, I take care of family and manipulate systems. And with what is comming we are going to have to tilt the whole system. If you need to bug out, you'll still have money in your pocket if I have any say."

Deciding he was unable to simultaneously thank him any further and stay angry at him, Prometheus said, "Thank You," and then walked towards the rest of the ship to find out what was going on.

OOC: ---> Downtime Day 3, Daycare(0.2.0b)

Sal went to his cabin. There, sent a message to everyone in the Cabal, Grey included, to have the teenagers keep an eye on the kids for a few minutes, and meet him there at the earliest convenience. While he waited, he took his dogtags out of their hiding place, and held them while he sat in meditation.

After a few minutes Mistral slipped through the door to Sal’s cabin so quietly he might have missed her arrival if he were looking elsewhere.  She took a seat on a sofa not far from Sal before announcing herself, “A shame you did not keep the coffin.  It made for memorable décor, if one looks past the cliché.”  She noted the dog tags in his hand, but did not remark upon them.

After a pause Mistral asked, “Ça va, mon ami?  What is on your mind?”

Sal smiles, and says, without opening his eyes, "I believe there was a story you wanted to hear. It may take a while to tell, so I wish to wait for the others. I believe after everything we've all experienced, you all will have no trouble believing me, and I feel you all deserve to know before the Concilium."

A long pause and then Mistral said succinctly, "Je t'écoute.  I am listening."

Once those who wished to listen had gathered, Sal began.

"A lot of things about me clearly don't add up. I may have hinted that I have been around quite some time, yet I don't seem to be extraordinarily skilled, nor do I suffer from the derangements common to my kind, especially as we age. I was a soldier, yet as has been pointed out, I detest killing. My unexpected surname. All of these things, you will see are related."

He presented his dog tags, stamped "Pvt. First Class, Salvatore Lombardi" to the group.

"I was born over two centuries ago, and as a youth, fought in what was then known as The Great War, but is now more commonly called World War I. After my service, being a poor veteran from and immigrant family, then, I joined, out of necessity, the Mafia, where my skills and discipline were valued. I rose quickly in the ranks, and my self-control and loyalty were recognized by a powerful businessman-- in fact a Kindred of the Sotoha bloodline, a Ventrue offshoot descended from a Japanese expatriate with the odd tradition of officially adopting every childe brought into it. He convinced my boss to let me work for him, exclusively, though he was really grooming me to become his childe. He taught me about business, and how we must keep up with an ever-changing world, even though, as I would later discover, we would hardly change, ourselves. From that day, until I met you, I had in fact, never had to use a gun, though I kept up with changes in technology, knowing I could not escape violence forever."

He walked over to his sword, on its stand, and simply looked at it while speaking with his back to the party.

"We are taught the ways of the Samurai, and before the Embrace, swear fealty to a liege, just as the Samurai do. My Sire and Liege was Raymond, and he and I spent several lifetimes moving from one industry to the next, changing identities when necessary, always father and son. Sal Fujita is thus, in essence, as close to a 'real name' as I have. Over time he succumbed to dangerous paranoid delusions, and I knew I could know longer serve him. To a Sotoha, there are only two ways to leave your liege's service, seppuku, or facing the sun."

He knelt, still facing the sword, "I could not in good conscience defy the Sherriff when he and his Hounds came to take my master to task for his breach of the Masquerade, but I was not ready to leave this earth, so I chose seppuku. To a Sotoha, this means essentially, turning Ronin, and my kind take centuries to forgive such a breach of trust. This is even respected by the parent clan, as well as the Invictus, thus, since my mortal identity was dead, and my status among my own kind was zeroed, you found me, shortly after I woke from torpor, homeless and alone, having lost all of the resources, status and contacts I spent centuries amassing, with only the possessions I was buried with. It is only thanks to my own toughness, discipline and strict adherence to a code of Humanity, that I have survived this long without succumbing to madness, as Raymond did. "

He stood, turned, and bowed respectfully to his Cabal. "Though I regret being called to fight once more, I am honored that it should be alongside of you all."

Prometheus sat quietly, knowing full well this wasn't something he knew enough about to interrupt or otherwise analyse until it was all over. Finally he said, "I am glad you chose to share your story with us."

He was silent for a moment before he said, "Forgive me, but I have to ask...I know very little of Samurai culture, but you said what you did counted as a breach of trust. Is their any risk of the Sotoha bloodline coming for you? Or are you simply... Banished?" It was clear he considered this question a delicate matter, and he said the word banished with the utmost sympathy.

Sal lowered his head, but spoke with certainty, "To my bloodline, I am already dead. No matter how long I survive, I can never regain my status. That, and the memory of my greatest failure, are my punishment, though with time, the memory will warp and fade. The shame will likely outlast the understanding of where it came from, and drive me mad, though with any luck, that will be centuries from now. I chose my own unlife over honoring my master. I intend to make that decision worth it."