Michael smiled at Nefertiti. “I should tell you the story about when I had to take down a pair of new vampires. Both my legs were messed up after that fight. I would appreciate the healing. A confession is fine. Reminds me of my days training to be a priest.”

He waved at Fate as she emerged. He understood her disappointment at what happened. It reminded him of how his first hunt had gone. His mentor had to bail him out before he became dog food for the werewolves they had been tracking. He pulled the silver switchblade out of his boot, opened it to reveal the blade, and closed it back up before offering it to Fate. “I got a bunch of silver knives on me. You can have this one if you want. I was thinking that maybe we could head back to where the Synths are and check out the weapon cache we gave them. The cache did belong to Hunters, so there’s bound to be some silver weapons in there somewhere. If not, I know of an institute near by that re-opened where we can get some custom stuff made for relatively cheap. Might be a good place to check out and put some orders in for gear since we may have to wait a while for some of it.”

Nefertiti smiled softly at Michael as she moved over to touch his shoulder and she was even more pleased to hear that he was willing to grant her his Confession.  It was surely going to be a glorious day for her.

"I do look forward in hearing your confession. she then placed a kiss upon his forehead.


21:12, Today: Nefertiti rolled 6 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 6,10(+8),9,10(+8),8.  Pre + Emp Heal Michael.

Every success heals two points of bashing damage, or one level of lethal damage.
Three successes allows for a single point of aggravated damage.

LET ME KNOW WHICH YOU CHOOSE, CAUSE IT WILL EFFECT ME AS WELL.

I'm guessing getting  a Confession out of you was surely worth a GREAT HEAL upon you.  Maybe you should change Faiths.. LOL

Fate accepted the knife gratefully and tucked into her jacket pocket. "Thank you. It would appear I really could use the help and I would be grateful for it. My strengths were pretty useless in that battle, but hopefully that was only because I was bare handed. Maybe with the right tools I'll be more of a threat to them. I hope..." She spoke as she sat down next to the two of them. She didn't move much as she watched the ground.

Nefertiti looked to Fate "You are a Mage, correct? she asked as her eyes looked her over.

"There was another that we encountered but his Chances ran.  I didn't get to ask him things about his gifts. she paused with a smile "Would you be willing to share the minor teachings of your Gift?

"Yes I am a mage, though I don't know if there is much I can teach you. Nevertheless I have no issue with telling you what I know. What are you, if you don't mind me asking?" Fate returned Nefertiti's gaze.

She smiled as she thought it was obvious when she spoke about Divine.

"You can say that I'm Divinity placed in a mortal shell. she said as she took notice of her gaze.

"The simplest feat is most grateful. calmly saying as she was very intrigue at what Fate would consider a simple spell.

OOC: So are all three of you heading to the Institute or are any of you going off to do something else?

"Well, I do still have to cast my armor." Fate stood up started moving her hands as if weaving a web then pushed the imaginary web out. Once Fate finishes she sits back down. "Afraid there's not much that shows for my magic."

OOC: My vote is we go to the institute, but I'll follow the group.
Fate will use Fortune's Protection, but not pay the one mana.
23:39, Today: Fate rolled 1 success using 8d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 6,6,2,2,8,6,5,6.  Fortune's Protection.

OOC: Not going to the Institute. Will be going to journey out into the city a bit while they do that.

As Fate cast her spell it seems that Nefertiti was watching something but one couldn’t tell unless they were able to see the flow of Reality.

She smile at Fate and gave her a nod of the head. “Thank you Fate. That was very promising for me.
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Fate nodded as she returned to her sitting position until they were ready to leave. Then she would follow Michael to the Institute he had mentioned.

Before allowing them to leave she took the liberty of hearing Michael's confession.

Then afterwards she waited a few more moments when they left and then she looked out into the city where she knew something was waiting for her out there.

Getting up she began her journey into the city where she can seek what she so desires.
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Michael gave his confession. Most of it was about the various underhanded things he had to do to complete his Hunter duties including murder. Once the two other seemed ready to leave, he hopped into the Jeep with Fate and they took off to the institute.

 The trip to the synth shelter did not take long. They had militarized considerably but most of the weapons remained untouched and only those on guard duty were unarmed. The synths looked like regular people now and it was nearly impossible to distinguish one from another until you interacted with them.

 Michael managed to find several pieces of silver among the pile of weapons they had offloaded there.

 With the truck, it only took a few hours to get to the Adoni Institute, a sprawling college campus in the suburbs of New York. There was a synthetic manned security checkpoint. They were let through without incident into what seemed almost to be a suburb in and of itself, complete with white picket fences around meticulously maintained yards.

 From in here, it seemed as though the cataclysm outside was far removed with the people inside heading home or to classes without seemingly a care in the world.

 Beyond the housing area, the complex was separated into manual and mental labors with classes like "Blacksmithing" in the right (manual) part of the complex and "Chemistry" (ie. Electrolysis) in the left (mental) part of the complex.

 There were a LOT of students coming and going to the various classes.

OOC: And yes, the Institute teaches many "lost arts" like smithing. Most of the older professions that have fallen out of favor in modern times are taught here and it's brought back a sort of "renaissance" for people making things by hand.

Nefertiti has been away from the Haven for over 12 days.

Can Fate tell which of the buildings houses which craft or is Michael the only one who know his way around here?

Michael drives around looking for some sort of map of the area until he spots a student walking. He slows down and waves at them through the window. “Hey how’s it going? I was wondering if you knew where a good weapon or blacksmith is around here? Looking to possibly provide some work.”

 "Weapons? You mean like for the renaissance festival? Yeah, Vulcan does that kind of work. They make all kinds of replica swords there."

 The boy points you in the right direction and soon you find yourself in an outside classroom with multiple smelters, forges, and anvils. With it being closed off from the rest of the grounds, it felt very much like taking a step back in time.

 The teacher, Vulcan, was a synthetic blacksmith. His status as a synth was apparent due to the burn flecks on his skin (from the sparks his work produced).

 There were around 7 other students in the class... all of whom seemed to be average people.

And wayyyyy in the back was a man in an expensive suit setting up a number of boxes for a quick repair on Vulcan once class was done. He had set up a few small drones so there was camera evidence that there would be no tampering. Vulcan was a high profile synth after all.

In another clear box was a number of metal samples but that could wait. All in all he sat on a table in the back and waited for classes to be over. Rather joyfully working on a clear slate glass high tech cellphone.

Michael found a parking spot across the street and strapped on his Zweihander when he got out of the car. He figured it would catch the attention of the smith’s and give the air that he knew what a good blade looked like. It wouldn’t look too out of place to see a guy with a sword walking over to talk to people who make swords. Michael stood at the edge of the forging area and waited patiently for class to be over or approached whichever came first. He noted the well dressed man in the back. Clearly not a student of this class. He seemed to be tinkering on something, but the hunter couldn’t figure out what it was.

OOC: Since Nefertiti healed Michael’s wounds before he left, he would have brought along his Zweihander and bow to store in the back of the Jeep before he left. Just forgot about the healing before switching areas.

Fate will wait with Michael at the edge of the area all the while tapping her fingers against her jacket. She takes notice of the one man at the back in nice clothes. He looked out of place. Maybe he was another visitor like them.

Noah waved to the new people as he was rather happy and fuzzy in the head still from visiting the local Merlin so his attention span was hyper short at the moment.

He started setting out the contents of his project box. Each with an ultra dark iron bar and a thin silvery bar. One had a rosary added to the pile. One had a spool of gold thread. and the final a vial of silver fluid. Once he had his metals all set out he started making little diagrams for the weapons. He could make a lot of it himself but when making expensive weapons it was best to get the opinion of a professional.

Once his ADHD was satisfied he tilted his head to one side, sniffed the air, and looked at Fate before he smiled. It was good to see people still in the city after the rain tried to wash it all away. Still, he had no idea who anyone was but Vulcan so he could only assume.

Michael politely waved back. He slowly made his way around the area where the students were over to the man in the back. He held out his hand to shake hands with the man in the suit. “Hello. Name’s Michael. Are you a student or teacher here?”

Noah smiled, his eyes dilated to a degree that said he shouldn't be awake, or even alive. Though he was fairly lucid and together, his speech was clear and without stutter. "Name's Noah, nice to meet you." When he shook Michael's hand Noah's index and middle finger seemed to stick together. Same as his ring finger and pinky. It was an odd Spock kind of handshake. "More of a consultant. They get with me with it comes to the strange stuff and more abstract Synth issues."

"First time in or trying to expand your resume?"

"Name's Fate." Fate said as she went to shake Noah's hand as well with a nod. "First time for me, but then I have some particular interests." She returned to tapping her fingers against her jacket once she had her hand back.