Michael, Jay, Nefertiti, and Hans made their way back to Haven, though it was up to Jay to lead the group to someplace they could rest. Night had fallen while the group was searching the church and now the darker beings of the supernatural world stalked the streets.

 Even though many of the buildings were now gone, the vines and rubble made the darkness claustrophobic, especially with the street lights out. With only the beams of flashlights to illuminate the night, strange shiftings in the surrounding rubble make it seem as though there is a predator behind every pile.

Thus far, Jay had spent his nights sleeping in wolf-form in order to keep warm. With the addition of two extra bodies that were unable to pierce Michael's wards something more substantial needed to be established. He issued instructions to the two dogs and the spirit accompanying him, asking them to seek for safe shelter as close as possible to Haven itself and set to seeking for an appropriate area himself.

Nefertiti looked at Chance as he left the group to find his own way in the city.  She too wondered if there was any others like her in the city that she could talk with but still she had a lesser chance of finding a being like herself than he would.

As they moved during the night her eyes slightly sparkled as she was allowed to see in the darkness with no trouble and her sight became better while she wished it to be.
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Michael was reminded of why he wanted to get back to the Haven before nightfall. It was also a reminder of why it was good to have an Uratha as an ally. He had his flashlight baton in his left hand helping him see while he had a throwing knife ready in his right. He did his best to keep an ear out for danger.

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Nefertiti looked to Jay and spoke softly "Do you smell that?  I smelt it when we was at the temple.

Can we investigate it closer? asking but they can see that she has already started walking in a direction.

  Hans followed along merely out of the thought of strength in numbers. He wasn't particularly combat effective. I mean he could throw a couple punches, but that was about it.

Glancing among his companions to ensure everyone near him already knew his nature, Jay focused for a moment and forced his body into Dalu form, his usually large body expanding to become unnaturally massive. His head bore the hallmark signs of beginning to appear wolfish, the snout extending and ears rising on the skull, but he would retain the ability to speak human languages. The reason for his shift was the heightened senses that came with any of his non-human forms, and once the bone-cracking change had finished he set his nose to the air, seeking the scent Nefertiti spoke of.

OOC: Spending 1 essence to change reflexively and without a roll, hopefully there's no humans around so technically I'm not breaching the oath of secrecy.

16:59, Today: Jay rolled 1 success using 7d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 4,5,6,8,6,5,7.  Perception.

 Jay saw no flashlights around other than Michael's and it was far too dark for any human to see him without one so Jay was relatively confident in his secrecy.

A look of disgust shows on her face as she watched the horror.  Taking a moment she focused her thoughts and energy on what pulled her here in the first place.  What was pure here.

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Nefertiti seemed to move away from the group and traveled up a rubble where she is sitting at the moment.  Looking in the far distance.

Michael didn’t like the way things were going and handed the other man a silver switchblade he had hidden in his sock. His flashlight was attached to the straps of his quiver pointing forward but leaving his hands free to grip his Zweihander. He looked over at Hans and whispered. “The Blade isn’t much, but it’s silver.”

  "I'm better with my bare hands. But I will take it just in case." he says as he looks around. "I find myself at a bit of a loss. What is she searching for?"

OOC: Nefertiti is on a pile of rubble looking at something none of the rest of you can see and she seems to have no intention of moving. What are the rest of you going to do? Join her? Leave her? Something else?

"What's up?" Jay's long legs made easy work of the rubble pile Nefertiti had stopped upon and he approached her, concern beginning to tint his voice.

OOC: I won't be moving on without a member of the group, its the pack mentality beginning to kick in :)

Nefertiti placed a finger to her lips making a shhhhhh should, then she pointing in at direction for him to look.

Michael covered the head of the flashlight with one hand as he easily ascended the rocks. He had a general idea of where she was. The moon and stars helped to light at least part of the night. The hunter waited for explanation as he knew that if he shined his light on the area she motioned to it might alert whatever it was to their presence.
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Pointing to a van with torchlight.  Three hooded figures

Remaining silent, Jay raised a questioning eyebrow to his companions. They knew nothing of what was happening here but there were few good things that came from gathering corpses.

OOC: Any particular spirit activity around them?

 As the group gathered at the top of the rubble to watch, they saw that there was a 10ft drop at the base of the rubble and, off to their left secluded behind a building, were piles of bodies that did not look fully human.

 Three men in robes carrying torches were loading the bodies into the back of a van and seemed to be almost done.

  "Looks like there are a few folks hunting these days. Do we stop them or not?" Hans asks. He isn't scared just unsure of himself. He is a confident fellow just the situation is kinda messed up.

She looked to Hans "Do you think we should allow them to defile the dead bodies of those that are there. Even if they are not all fully humans? there was a bit of harshness in her tone as she then looked to Jay and Michael to aid her in the task of not allowing them to defile the dead.

She was ready to jump down the rubble and move over to the dead pile where it was being looted.

21:22, Today: Nefertiti rolled 3 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s ((7,3,3,8,10(+9),5)).
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“We definitely have to investigate. I’ll take out the tires and runners. He hit fast and hard. Do not kill them unless they use lethal force against you. Try to take them alive for questioning.”Michael easily hopped down like a cat landing on his feet. He readies his bow and darts to come around the other side of the building. He would be there to snipe them if they try to run.

She was glad that Michael was interested in investigating this as much as she was.  Moving along the building to give herself some cover till they were closer and Michael was able to take out what he called tires and runners.  Still she knew very little about these things but hoping that she will get a grip on them sooner than later.

 Nefertiti and Michael made the drop without incident with Michael setting himself up in a position to strike from afar while Nefertiti began to make her way up to them.

Keeping a slight distance but close enough to allow her AWE to captivate them if it was possible.

"What have we here she asked with a smile "Would you happen to need any assistance in gathering what you desire?

The hulking Dalu form that Jay currently wore jumped down from the pile with surprising agility and began to move directly towards the men, ensuring any of them heading for his companions would at least have to bend their run around his presence. Yuka and Wraith flanked him, sticking to the shadows with little real expectation of hiding their presence.

"Manifest behind them, brother," he whispered to Red~Muzzle as he approached, his close to 8-foot frame lending credence to Nefertiti's offer of help.

08:17, Today: Jay rolled 2 successes using 8d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 1,4,9,3,7,8,1,2.  Strength + Athletics + Spec.

If the 'jumping' speciality in athletics doesn't apply shout at me :)
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 The men immediately draw weapons upon being startled but hesitate as they see a beautiful woman appear out of the dark. They almost seemed ready to speak until the monstrous murderwolf form emerged from the darkness behind her. They immediately began screaming and shooting as they retreated.

 In the dark and the panic, one missed entirely and the other two grazed him as the third member of Jay's pack finally revealed itself... a large ghostly wolf leapt onto one of them from out of the darkness.

Nefertiti moves for any cover and looks to be scared of the big beastie behind her. She will have to have a talk with Jay after this to let him know that sometimes it is easier to lure the bee to honey with a sweet temptation, instead of fear.

Her power of Awe was working but now its worthless cause of the fear and they are now fighting for their lives from a murderwolf.

  Hans brought up the rear behind Jay and ducked for cover when the firing started. For at least a few more minutes he didn't have to worry about the Hunts and the Others because he was getting shot at yet again. "Guess if I'm gonna be hanging around you guys I need to brush up on my modern firearms and combat skills." he quips not expecting a response at all.

Giving a bellow of pain and anger, Jay growled to his spirit companion as he approached the man the spirit was seated atop. "Do not hurt him, Red~Muzzle~Broken~Fang, perhaps he can tell us what he and his associates were about."

With the one being pinned down and the other two running to the big box thing, she allowed them to focus on that and knowing that Michael was on the other side ready to attack as well.  Not to let them escape.

Nefertiti turned to the pile of bodies and slowly walked around them hoping to unravel what is going on here and trying to see who might be alive still that she could help, if possible.

Michael was having a hard time seeing the robed figures in the dark despite the robes but aimed for the leg of one of them as they tried to run for the van.

22:36, Today: Michael rolled 1 success using 12d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 1,1,5,4,2,4,3,1,3,2,1,9.  Dex 3+skill 4+specialty 1+bow strength 5+arrow 1-called shot leg 2.

I believe that they are considered surprised and don’t get their defense against this attack

They did have torchlight for themselves so you should be able to see them a bit.

 Michael manages to tag one of them in the leg with an arrow as they pile into the van and speed off, the back open with the bodies inside exposed as they left, leaving behind the one man in robes pinned beneath the giant wolf spirit.

 The cultist stares at the spirit wolf, remaining quite still as the wolf watches intently, tense and ready to strike at a moment's notice.

"Easy, friend," it wasn't really clear which of the two combatants Jay was speaking to, but either way it was in about as conciliatory tone as he could manage with his jutting, bestial jaw. "No-one will be hurt if you stop struggling. What were you up to here?". Crouching to examine the bodies, he shifted down into his slightly less intimidating human form again.

Nefertiti watching in awe as the big box machine moves down the pavement in an accelerated speed.  It was something that she never saw before and it was something that she couldn't sense being run by magic.

Moving over the bodies she tried to help those that were able to be helped out of the pile and see if they can be of any use for extraction.  Helping these first then she will want to have some time with the robed cultist.
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 The cultist eyed away from the spirit to the man wolf that was Jay. He was frightened but his words were clear. "In the storm! The Harvester escaped! The Agents must be purified lest the Harvester reap the world clean!"

 As Nefertiti pulled the first body from the pile, she could plainly see that it was not human. These creatures had been beaten, burned, shot, stabbed, and dismembered... worse yet, some had survived being thrown on the pile and the collection of dirt and grime on them suggested that they had been exposed to the storm.

 … and, yet, many still clung feebly to life, struggling to survive even though their bodies had all but failed.

 One of them reached up and grabbed at Nefertiti's arm, looking deeply into her eyes. Though its skin was pale white and it did not look human at all, she could still see fear in its eyes. "Please stop! I don't want... to die."

 However, that grasp was the last of its strength and its grip weakened as it seemingly lost consciousness.

Nefertiti looked at the pile and she began to weep over the feelings that was emitting from them.  When one reached to take her arm and with the fear in its eyes she gasps as the form then wen limp.

It seemed that there was a lot of bodies here and she didn't know what to really do with them.

Looking to Michael and Jay "What do you think is best for them?  There is some still alive but their bodies are in very bad shape.  I don't think I'm able to heal so many without causing myself harm. the sadness in her eyes was there.


Was a quick death best for them or was there a way to save them. This was all new territory for her and she never seen such creatures before.  They weren't human.
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OOC: I found this and it should give you an idea of what the piles of bodies look like

https://youtu.be/vCQoI9YntF0?t=790

When the pale body goes limp, she begins to cry even more at the lost of a being, even if it wasn't human.  It was a being with a life and to see all the cruel things done to it was even sickening to grasp.

It had a quick death but there was more that needed to be saved or was there a way to save them.

"This is horrible.  Why would they be here collecting the bodies of these beings.  It makes no sense.

She turned to the cultist as the anger in her needed to be freed.  But she knew that he was to be interrogated and find out where the two went and hope to find there home.
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"Are these the synthetic people I have heard so much about? In a city like this there must be a healer specialised in their care. Perhaps we could find them. Humans have no spirit in the Shadow either, so to me these are just as much people as they." The big man thought for a moment, still crouched beside one of the unfortunate trying to offer succour. "Michael you've lived here for a time, is there anyone that can help these poor people you know of?" As he spoke the manifested wolf-spirit maintained its pose, now joined by the thickly muscled white form of Yuka and the wiry black of Wraith to form a guarding triangle around him. In his own mind, Jay expected the man to try and run anyway, he had no plans to hurt him no matter what had gone on here, but evil men usually believed evil of others far to easily.

Nefertiti looked to Jay Synthetic People She repeated as she had no idea what he was talking about. What do you mean by this.  Where do these people come from?

Michael looks down at them in pity. The poor creatures may not even feel pain or understand why this happened. That’s when Nefertiti and Jay asked him some questions. “They were created by humans and given the knowledge to think for themselves. Man’s arrogant attempt at playing God. They don’t have life in the traditional sense, but they do live and have their own mind. They do have a creator or team of creators. There may even be one of their own who has learned to fix and make others. Find any able to walk and help them up. End the others mercifully.”

Michael walks over to the man on the ground and crouches down to get in close. “We don’t want to kill you. Starting talking or we will resort to other methods of persuasion.”
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  Hans is disgusted by the display of the synth bodies. Reminds him to much of how the Fae treated humans as playthings. He helps as much as he is able at least with helping see who can walk and who can't. He isn't versed enough in their specific needs to help heal them or figure out who is to far gone.

Nefertiti did some helping with the Sythinics People but when Michael started giving information on them she stopped and listened to him even moving closer to as he went over to the man on the ground.

She smiled and she knew that she knew a way of getting information out of him easily.

"Yes please tell me all you know about what is happening here and who sent you here to gather these bodies? she asked in a sweet tone but it was laced with Power.

 The robed man's eyes go wide and his pupils dilate. "Purifying the Agents! The Agents must be purified before the Harvester's return! The Harvester seeks to return to the Celestial Throne that it may collect the souls of men!

 All of the Agents must be purified by the Master lest the Forsaken Contract be fulfilled and all Creation be Reaped by the Harvester! The Profane Geometry infects all that the Agents touch! You see but you are blind, you hear but you are deaf! The Profane Geometry has infiltrated all layers of this world, spread by the Agents of the Harvester as stated by the Forsaken Contract!"

 As Nefertiti questioned the robed man, Hans moved over to the pile of synthetic bodies. Most of them had been mutilated far too much to escape the crushing weight of the bodies on top of them... but, once moved and offered a hand, many were able to limp or crawl away. Many were deactivated, staring empty eyed into space resembling far too closely a dead human.

 Then there were the less fortunate, those that were too badly damaged to move but still clung desperately to life.

The Celestial Throne she thought of the words and it was something that she has heard of before.  But that was something the members of the Cult were skilled at but she had no way of discovering any members in this city.  Nodding her head to a thought she had.....

Looking to the man "Where does the Master reside and does he have a place of Worship?

 The robed man continues to spew a litany of shrouded doublespeak as he was asked yet another question. "The Master resides within an altar crafted by his Faithful but without a home. He travels from place to place with the Faithful, evading the grasp of the Harvester's Enforcer. Sometimes by truck, sometimes by van, but always with the High Priest."

With this new information she looked to Michael, Jay and even Noah in hope that it was something they could use.

"Do you wish to repent for your sins?  Would you wish to convert to the blessing of the Osirian Gods?

 The man looked at Nefertiti and raised an eyebrow. "You mean Egyptian gods? No. Only the Master may release this world from the Harvester's Forsaken Contract, only he can cleanse this world from the Profane Geometry! I reject your gods!"

 The man begins to murmer feverishly to himself.

She was pleased to see that her Gods were still known and spoken of in this time.  But she didn't like the fact that this one was trying to rebuke her from the area by the prayers he was murmuring.

"Don't be causing any problems, yet.  Or do you wish for one of the wolves to feast upon your flesh? she offered a minor threat in hope that he would stop.

Nefertiti choked slightly as she then began to take a few steps away from the man.
"He is foul and the scent of evil reeks from his body as he calls for his Master.
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Jay watched the ongoing conversation and mentally shrugged, if Nefertiti wanted to proselytise that was entirely her business, but he simply set to the task of carrying those synthetics that were too injured to move themselves to the nearest shelter. Upon finding the first available one that was not too far gone to speak, he asked simply. "What nourishment can I find for you, and is there some doctor that can help you?" He gave the instruction for the three hounds of his pack to stick with Nefertiti, the big Caucasian Shepherd Yuka seemed to have taken a liking to the woman anyway and set. Once his task was begun he would not quit until it was done, but he did pause briefly to ask Michael. "Can you drive? Think you could find a vehicle we could use to get these poor souls back to Haven?"

OOC: just an FYI, there are hundreds of synths in this area. It was a dumping ground... and there are at least a hundred or so that are still moving. This is going to take a long time to move them all.

 As Jay reaches his first synth, it reaches for him. It had likely seen him transform but didn't seem to care. "P-please... water..."

 When asked about food, they pointed to the fruits that grew on the vines scattered about the city. "Doctor? The parts store. They have parts, maybe..."

 This particular synth looked weak, likely having survived out here for several days exposed and without food or water.


 The cultist continues to mutter to himself, ignoring Nefertiti's threats.

The task was daunting, but no more than moving from his nomadic lifestyle to setting up in the city. If he wasn't here to make a positive difference then he was just as bad as the weirdo in the robe. He would not see these being suffer without offering succour, no matter the size of the task. As he worked he made sure to remain close to the ongoing conversation in case things went south, though he figured he would likely be coming back to this place to carry on this work for several days to come. It promised to be a good hunting ground for Red~Muzzle for the next few days, however. A thought occurred to him after a few minutes of work and he returned to the others, towering over the idiot in the robes.
"You have a phone?"


OOC: Unfortunately I wont see them suffer without trying, and I don't have it in me to end them. I do however have a strong back and a good amount of stamina, I can try to do what I can. Besides, what this travesty is doing to the Shadow I can't even imagine!
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As the man starts murmuring and Nefertiti says he’s summoning his master, Michael immediately grabs a dismembered foot of one of the synths nearby and shoves the foot into the man’s mouth to prevent him from speaking. “We may be too late if he was calling something. I have protection against such things, but I don’t know if you do. As far as these things go, we can’t help them all. It would take too long. The best we can do is get them some parts and have the most able fix the others. As more and more are fixed, they will be able to get better faster. I don’t really understand what that guy is babbling about, but it can’t be good. Honestly, I’m a little suspect of all the fruit laying around. A bunch of people and buildings just disappeared and the fruit appeared in their place. Makes me wonder if we’re eating people’s essence or not. Go ahead and search him for a phone because he ain’t talking.”

Nefertiti looked at the man as Michael shoved a synthetic foot in there.  She hoped that stopped him from doing whatever it was, and if so she would still be a bit away from him but allow Jay to search him.

"What is a phone? she asked looking ever more concerned as to what else this man might have on him.

"These are very strange times in deed to be awaken. she softly added to her inquisitive look at the man.
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 Jay searched the body and located a smartphone. It was an older model and the battery was low, but there was still some juice left in it. The cultist continued to make muffled mumbling noises around the synthetic foot as the newly "rescued" synths began to crawl their way toward sustenance.

 One of them, one of the synths that wasn't quite so bad off as the others (but still severely damaged) spoke. "The Master grows these in his lab. They are the basis for synth food. They must've spread in the storm."

 Having spoken, the synthetic gestures with the brown fruit he was eating.

"Then gather those of your kin that are able and please, find food for those that are not," he pressed the phone into the synth's hands. "And please, contact whoever it is your people need to help them."

 The synth took the phone. "We have a built in communications system but no one is responding. All those who we have reached out to for assistance are not responding."

 It stopped and tilted its head. Then it pointed to a synthetic that had had its voice box damaged (an injury that was horrifically common). "This one said that he saw several synth shops burning as he fled... and some of those who have escaped are just brought back here in even worse condition. They even guard the waterways now."

Nefertiti watched as it took the phone and still she didn't know what it did.  Listening to the synth talk to Jay she wanted to get some answers as well.

"May I ask you something, do you worship beings of Divinity? looking at it and still she was lost in guessing things in more ways than one.

 The synth looked at Nefertiti and tilted its head. "Beings of Divinity? You mean gods? Comparing the Master to a god is like comparing the sun to a turtle... but he desires no worship so we do not."
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Nefertiti looked at the poor creature with sorrow "I care not of who you call Master for what I understand he was a human acting as a God.  I am asking you do you believe in Gods? she smiled briefly "You should make your own choice and the journey of life is a mysterious thing.  I ask only to further your hopes in the future. adding as she then looked at all the piles of bodies that could learn to worship the Gods and in return give them more than life a place to go after their lives has ended.

Michael saw the man continuing to mumble. He decided he didn’t want to risk it and pummeled the guy into unconsciousness. He looked at the others. “Don’t worry. I didn’t kill him, but we should probably try to get out of here.”The priest then approached the synth who had been speaking. “Do you and your people require sanctuary? There is a Haven for all who don’t wish harm on humans.”

  Hans shakes his head at the mention of gods as he kneels down next to the synth that was pleading for help. And for it's ears or audio receptors or whatever he asks "I would have you choose life or death? If it is death I will be as swift as possible, but if it is life I will do what little I can. So choose and do so quickly?"

 The synth Nefertiti was speaking to just stared at her blankly, as though not processing the comment fully. "I do not believe so, no."

 However, when asked about the sanctuary, the synth smiled as much as he was able with the damage he had sustained. "You're willing to take us in? Do you not fear the ones who hunt us? We would be grateful if you could help us."

  "Then live it shall be. And this will probably be a long road to recovery." he says to the synth.

"Hey I have an idea but I don't know how you would react. I don't know if this even makes sense. However would we be able to use some of the part from the damaged beyond repair synths?"

 The synth Hans was speaking to was mouthing words but unable to speak. It was nearly impossible for it to make more than a single word understood. The synthetic that the others had been speaking to responded from his sitting position. "Our bodies are designed to be compatible with both human anatomy and with each other. However, all of our body parts have... I suppose you would call them "memories". It is not advisable to plug in used parts without technician supervision.

 It's why we haven't done so... to have memories of dying while yet alive is... unpleasant."

Nefertiti wasn't making any progress in helping these Synthetic People to see life in a different manner so she was to give up her actions on showing them of Ptah, God of Creation. Surely he would know more about these beings and how to help heal and further their journey in life.

Then she looked over to the unconscious cultist and wondered what was he truly doing or calling.  If only she knew how to determine what he was doing  ..  He was a evil being and she still didn't understand what was happening to her here.

"Should we be leaving quickly before something comes? looking to the others.  She knew nothing about this Harvester and surely the Master was another problem.
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OOC: the cultist has been beaten unconscious :P

OOC:  Thanks.  Updated for corrections.

Michael nodded to the synth. “I would take you in, and no I’m not afraid of what hunts you. I get the feeling we will have to deal with them eventually anyways. Might as well make them come onto our home turf where we can make a better stand. The problem is that there are too many of you who can’t move for us to take with us. You say attaching the parts of the dead and dying would be unpleasant? We’ll get used to it. Life is unpleasant and anything worth having doesn’t come easy. This includes living. Do you understand? If we can get you back to Haven, we can try to get new parts later to replace the ‘dying’ ones. The question is, How much do you really want to live?”He calmly awaited its answer.

Nefertiti was silent and giving all her attention to the synths now, and seeing what their response to Michael's proposal would be.  Seeing that they were so quick to dismiss her offer of a better life would they take his and take the moment of unpleasantness of life.

 The synth pondered for a moment before speaking. "If we do this, can you accommodate all of us that yet live?"

Jay had stoically continued his ministrations, silently swearing a vow to destroy the perpetrators of this horror with each deceased synth he found. These he moved aside respectfully, clearing the way to those beneath. Anger was not something that usually dominated his mind but this had gotten to him due to the sheer apathy for what were obviously independent, thinking beings. "If we cannot, we will find other shelter nearby."

Michael looked around at all the still moving bodies around him. There were too many to bring to his Haven. Besides, he can’t protect the whole world as much as he wanted to. The deacon looked at the nearby buildings and pointed them out. “I can’t bring all of you it seems. There’s just too many and it would take to long, but I have an idea. This hunt will continue and there are many more of you than us. You need to learn to defend yourselves if you are going to survive. Move yourselves into the nearby buildings. I can provide some of you with weapons we just acquired to at least fend off a few of the people coming after you. Then we could try to find a parts store for you and more weapons. Once a small squad of you are repaired and equipped, you will be able to grow your colony from there. In exchange for these services, I ask that we form an alliance to help each other out when we’re in need. We will be stronger together.”

  "That sounds like a plan. But the better question is do any of the mostly functional have the ability to repair the others? Otherwise going to train a few of you to fix the others while the others learn to fight. Unless you guys have Azimov's Protocols then this won't work at all." Hans says

 The synth looked up to one of the buildings nearby that wasn't destroyed. "It will be difficult, but we can make our way to that building. We have a schematic of our own construction so we can repair ourselves with parts if we can get new ones... but we will need a means to defend ourselves if the mobs return.

 People mention Azimov's Laws of Robotics frequently to us and are often surprised that we don't have them. I find it more surprising that they think we would need them."

 The damaged synth finished his fruit and crawled to a pile of garbage nearby (he was missing a leg). Once there, he fashioned a makeshift crutch out of a piece of broken pipe. Once he was standing, he began to work with the other synthetics to at least get them moving.

 Even though most of them were crawling, they had all begun to make their way to the building nearby.

Michael nodded and started helping them to the building. “Like I said we have extra weapons that we acquired today that we can give you for now. We would have to find a weapons store to get more, but assume any still around have already been ransacked. We can still look though.”

 "Because most movies and books use Asimov's Laws as the basis of the programming code for any kind of synthetic life." he pauses. "What if you can't get new ones?"

Nefertiti allowed the two gents to see what they could do to help the Synthetic People while she moved over to where Michael was.  May I look through those books we found and see if there is anything in there about this Harvester they speak of?

Michael nodded and handed her the books to research.

 The synth nodded, accepting the weapons stockpile Michael had acquired to defend themselves as the synthetics made their exodus from the synthetic graveyard.

 To Hans, the synth replied. "Do you require an implant in your psyche that prevents you from harming others?"

 The synthetic paused for a moment, looking out as the mangled masses of synthetics, as if only just now catching the cruel irony of his question. When he looked back at you, his eyes seemed sad. "Nevermind..."

 The synth seemed to purposefully leave the question about not finding parts unspoken. That they had the knowledge to repair themselves and the parts readily available from nearby synthetics but instead chose to remain unrepaired spoke volumes more than anything this synth could say to Hans now.

OOC: unless you guys have something else you wanna do, gonna end thread here. Yes? No?
This message was last edited by the GM at 03:35, Tue 28 July 2020.

OOC: There was nothing else but looking in the books for any reference on the Harvester

OOC: I’m good. I guess we gag and bind the cultist and drag him with us? Or do we kill him?

  "And no I don't need one, but I only harm those who harm me or mine. And I wasn't programmed by humans. But I see your point I was just answering the question you asked."

OOC: Drag him along if we can. And yes you can end the scene if you want.
This message was last edited by the player at 04:07, Tue 28 July 2020.

OOC: Not really down with cold-blooded murder, no matter how much the wretch deserves it, but other than physical labour I don't think there's anything else Jay could do right now so I'm cool with the scene drawing to a close

OOC: alright, then gonna end scene, get some sleep, and post a new scene later. You all get some downtime to spend XP.