With the synthetics armed and sheltered, it came time to rest. Michael and Jay had places to rest but Nefertiti and Hans did not, so it would take some doing (you can just post it, as long as it's reasonable given the state of the city).

 Eventually though, morning came... and a day of relative peace to "do stuff".


OOC: that means a little downtime to level up before we continue.
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Looking at the building the Synthetic People were heading to, she thought of finding a room in the building to rest for the night.  It was a roof over her head and the Synths was there to keep a watch out for anything dangerous.

Michael returned to Haven and got some rest. Today had been an eventful day to say the least. He woke up refreshed and with new determination. His prayer over the Haven was renewed. He suited up with all his gear ready to head out again. The cultist has been brought with him, tied up, gagged, and bound to the floor of his room for the night. If there was some sort of supernatural entity that would try to free the cultist, it would have a hard time getting in the building. He had told the others to meet him outside the Haven where they would discuss what to do with the cultist. The phone that had been on him charged overnight, and Michael was going through every contact and text while he waited for the others to show up.

Nefertiti bid the Synths a good morning as she then began her travels over to the Haven.  Hoping that her memory was good enough to get her there quickly and without any problems along the way.

Taking a deep breath she enjoyed the morning as Ra shined his rays upon her.
"Blessed be the day and your chariot rides a crossed the sky. she said as she moved along.

Looking around she was hoping to meet Jay and his two furry friends.

Seeing Michael she heading in his direction "How was the cultist for you last night?"
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  Hans found what had been a restaurant to start fixing up and make into a base of operations and possibly more. Time would tell there. The office and most of the back areas were fairly clean and undamaged. The front area needed some work but nothing terrible a new window here and there.

 The group made it back to Haven to find the people milling about doing the things required to keep themselves going from day to day. There was work to be done. Food needed finding, cultists interrogated, synths repaired... the list just seemed to be growing but the daylight had abolished the gloom of the night and the overgrown city made the concrete jungle seem like a ruin that had been lost to time.

 It was an odd thing to feel such a close connection to nature in such an artificial place.

The world Jay had seen ever since his first change seemed to be full of such dichotomies as the nature of nature in the city right now, especially when he tried to reconcile the real world and his perception of the Shadow, and even more especially in the times he had spent with his sight mystically aligned to show him both worlds, the material through his right eye and the Shadow through his left which would inevitably film over milky-white.

He forewent rest until a rudimentary shelter could be erected for those synths they returned with that would not fit inside the building itself. Working into the night he was trying for a lean-to that would last the few days he thought it would take for a group of their number to find experienced craftsmen within their ranks that could assist.

OOC: 08:44, Today: Jay rolled 5 successes using 6d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 9,3,10(+8),10(+8),6,2.  Intelligence + Crafts + WP

Once the shelter was at least begun, Jay slept for a time, waking in mid-morning. Rising and stretching, eliciting a series of audible pops that began at the base of his spine and reported their way upwards, he dressed and went to look for Michael, Nefertiti and Hans so the four of them could begin to formulate plans for the future, Wraith and Yuka nipping and playing at each other like pups like they always did in the morning. They would make an odd group, to be sure, but every pack was made of different parts and just like the dozens of stories that were told of wolves and dogs accepting different species into their packs, he was of a mind that actions and attitudes were of more importance than accidents of birth, whether natural or supernatural.

Nefertiti allowed Michael some time to collect his thoughts as she then turned to Jay and Hans "I do hope that you two were able to get some good rest.  I was with the Synthetic People for the night and watched over them

Then she looked at Wraith and Yuka and wondered what did they have for breakfast.

Seeing Nefertiti's questioning glance Jay smiled. "They hunt. It's part of the honour we pay Red~Muzzle~Broken~Tooth, our totem, that each day we consume at least one meal each that we hunted ourselves. And yes, thank you, once the shelter was begun I slept very well. You?"

Nefertiti looked at the two wolves and nodded her head with a smile.  Truly incredible creatures to behold in a time and place like this.

"I slept well as expected.  I didn't have my servants and I don't think I will ever find worthy beings like them ever. she thought for a moment as she slipped back in time when she was living in the 18th Dynasty.

Letting out a heavy sigh then she looked at the Cultist and wondered what were they to do with him. IF they let him go he could return back with his people and cause some havoc to the Haven.  But if he was to be released from this life then all would be well but ones soul. Soul... she smiled...

"I don't sleep well. To many dreams of the other place. To many bad memories. I was there longer than most, but I escaped for now. One day that will change." he says in a voice tinted with exhaustion from the lack of sleep. He wipes his hand over his face and it seems that as his hand passes he is almost wiping the exhaustion away. And when he is finished he says "So did you get anything out of our doomsday preacher? And what is our next step regardless?"

Looking to Hans "Where did you escape from, might I ask.  It seems to be a place of horror and I surely don't want to end up there.

  "It was equal parts pain and ecstasy. Horror and delight.....and no you don't want to end up there. But I doubt you have that to worry about. Arcadia is where I was for longer than you would believe."

Tilting her head slightly she looked at Hans a bit more closely and wondered if he was truly one of those beings.

"Arcadia is a myth I heard of many many years ago.  You are from there? she asked with clearly wanting to know more of what he has to share.

 For Jay's part, his makeshift lean to was of remarkable quality... even if the materials and construction looked a bit rudimentary. Still, it would hold against the elements at least as well as a properly built structure.

 The cultist, for his part, remained silent... now watching his surroundings (and, most notably, the people around him) with keen interest. He was silent now and did not speak.

Nefertiti looked at the Cultist and shook her head "Shame you already hunted your prey for the day. there was no love lost in her eyes as she looked him down and dared him to start chanting again like last night.  He can see she is holding tightly to a long staff-like item.

"It seems that there are many things to be done for the day.  I also need to search for a Haven of my own while we are out.  A building with some land with it would be appropriate.

"Unless I miss my guess, we're about a 15-minute drive from the Hudson river," Jay mused, he had the sketches of an idea but it needed refinement. "And Nefertiti and Hans both need to establish homes, preferably close enough to Haven here so we can help if there's trouble. Perhaps we could set it up so the two of you have your places along the route from here to the river, then anybody making the trip is close to friends. With your permission we could have basic cover set up at each home for our people to retreat into."

He had been working while he talked and mused, continuing to enhance the shelter that had taken shape so far. Another thought occurred to him as he laboured. "Hans do you think you could have words with our cultist friend? You said you had some connection with desire, while I am generally against torture I would not be opposed to the opposite, the application of pleasure and then its withdrawal until the question is answered. I'm afraid I have no experience with your kind or your abilities, can you manipulate desire in any fashion?"

Michael had been in deep thought while the others discussed various goals and objectives. Each were all valid. Now was just time to determine priorities. Then a thought hit him. It wasn’t necessarily one he enjoyed, but it put the burden of what would happen on someone else’s soul instead of his. He might just make a couple of allies at the same time. “If you can make him talk Hans, then go for it. Otherwise, I know where we need to take him. Back to the church to the underground room. I don’t like it, but I don’t consider it a holy place of worship anymore. If it’s owners have returned, maybe we can work out a deal that they do their grisly work on him in exchange for an alliance and replacement weapons for the ones we took. Jay, you mind dragging him along? That reminds me that finding a vehicle will make our other goals happen that much faster.”

  "If I manipulate his desires I will likely need to feed off of them when all is said and done. As for a home such as it I will likely be rebuilding a restaurant with apartments above it a few blocks from here. People need to eat still right? And maybe eventually put in some liquor and have a nice bar area. Down the road you understand, but where my mind is right now as far as shelter goes. he cracks his knuckles and walks toward the cultist. "Do we have somewhere private that we could do this at? I doubt we want everyone to see this."

Nefertiti was curious to see how this was going to happen.

May I join and watch? she asked. Hans can see she was very interested in it all.
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Michael points to what used to be a mom and pop restaurant across the road with the windows busted out. “We can get some privacy in there for your needs.”

  "Anything you see in there is what I was made into. I resist it as much as I can for now, but unless you are my enemy you need not fear what I was made into. This is just a nice candy coating so to speak."