Psychic Focal (Character event)

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Tson
Lagertha swings down from the carriage to the downed thing, immediately unsheathes her sword and the beast with a single hit, then dropping down to the ground..
Heinrich dragged himself to her and examined the cut.
"Well aimed.."

Tson

boombox (Fort_Master_Gustav )
Jem gives the two an odd look.
"Oh yes, well aimed miss, I don't know what I should have done if you were not here, I am sure that lifeless corpse would have killed us all."
He rolls his eyes, and pulls the blatantly already dead body off the Ambassador.
"And you've got entrails on this poor fellow, my goodness don't any of you space people know how to act normally."
He looks over at Adam, sprawled on the ground.
"Can you take a look at Mister Adam? I'll get this one in the back of the coach."
Jem picks up the Ambassador and slings him over his shoulder, walking to the back of the coach, the passengers inside help lie him down comfortably on the floor, Jem taking off his raincape and bunching it up to make a pillow for him. The girl looks down worriedly.
"Is the dog man going to be alright?"
Jem ruffles her hair, something adults seem to mistakenly think children enjoy.
"Don't worry little miss, he's just taking a bit of a nap is all, you make sure he doesn't fall out when we start moving ok?"
The girl nods very seriously and Jem turns away, chuckling, and walks over to pick up Adam's musket.

Jenwuf
It is getting dark now, and the lights of the shops glisten on the wet road, there is a supply shop called "Hardwicks", a Grocer's, a Tailor, a Butcher, and a small Curio shop, all standard high street fayre, the shopkeepers are mostly shutting up now, and the inn beckons welcomingly, there is the sound of chatter from within, they enter, and see the barman laughing merrily with some of the patrons at the bar.

Jenwuf

Tson
As the two walk back to the inn, they talk some more...

???-δ: "Do you think that building had some kind of magic? Like how your old place used to use the link to create things within it at will... Since I doubt they have those kinds of chairs just lying around."

???-α: "Maybe, its certainly possible, but I don't see how they would still be able to use the link with what has happened recently."

???-δ: "I guess..."

While walking, they also look around, to attempt to see if there is anything else around, like a shop, that might be useful to know about in future.

boombox

Tson
Heinrich gets up and heavily walks over to Adam, trying to find out if he'll survive..

Jenwuf

Tson
The two seem somewhat annoyed by the amount of noise, their ears being far more sensitive actually being a downside in this situation. Regardless, they walk over to the bar once again, taking whatever seats there may be and after a long day of standing up, finally getting to sit down for the first time, disregarding having sat down for the short conversation with the mayor. The two remain silent for now.

Tson

boombox
Adam still has a pulse, and appears to be in the same deep sleep as the Ambassador is, it appears he has been in a cold sweat, and his teeth have clenched so hard that he has bitten through his Cigar, half of it lies on the ground, still smoking, the other half he has presumably swallowed. There is a look of utter terror on his face, something that does not seem usual given his normal personality, and he is breathing in shallow bursts, truly victim of a troubled sleep...

boombox

Tson
"He'll make it... probably."
Heinrich shouts over to Jem.
Meanwhile Lagertha picked up Adam and carried him to the back of the carriage, hoisting him inside and sitting down next to him. Heinrich climbed up on the drivers bench and waited for Jem..
"Lets hope his stomach can handle half a cigar because we wont be getting that out.."

Tson

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"Thought so, I reckon Mister Adam would need a lot more than a pat on the head by a corpse to kill him."
Jem walks back to the front of the coach, climbing up onto the driver's perch.
"What in heaven's name was it? I ain't ever seen anything like it before in all me natural."
He shakes the reins lightly and the Ox-beasts start moving again, it is dark now, and the rain is becoming heavy again and Jem's clothes are already drenched without his raincape, and his face looks grim and uncomfortable. He pulls a box from inside his waistcoat, and holds it out to Heinrich with one hand, it contains cigarrettes.
"Want one of these? I see you lost Adam's Cigar in that commotion."

boombox

Tson
Heinrich gladly takes one and again, snaps his fingers, though this time he has to snap twice, as the flame on the first try flickers and vanishes again..
"You need fire?"

Tson

Jenwuf
The chatter continues, but there seems to be a deal of interest in the two unusual figures, some of it cheerful curiosity, some, less cheerful...
After a while the barkeeper walks over, smiling warmly.
"Good e'en tae ye gents, hae wus ya'er talk wi' tha mayor, ded yae find oot whut yae needed tae?"

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"Many thanks."
Jem replaces the box, taking a cigarette, and lights it.
"Doesn't help me concentrate, but I think I need a bit of a relax after that. I'll be glad to get outside a nice pint when we get to Gostck."
The carriage rattles on through the night, the lights of the city of Gostck visible in the distance, the lights draw slowly closer, and Jem shivers.
"Bloody fool Adam getting so close, I could be sitting in the back now nice and dry. 'Ere can you light the storm lanterns and hang them on the hooks, there's one on each side of the coach, the lanterns are under the seat."

boombox

Tson
Heinrich nods..
"Sure."
He quickly grabs the lanterns and lights them with his cig, not wasting any of his power trying to jump start them with his powers, and hangs them on the sides.
While doing so he starts talking:
"That thing. Lets call her Lady Rattle-Me-Bones. She looked exactly like what we like to call Erscheinungen, or wraiths. Though her behaviour was different, wraiths normally attack everything on sight and don't have the power to send people into coma like Lady Rattle-Me-Bones did..."
He pauses..
"I'm guessing some kind of 'advanced' or almost intelligent wraith, either that or it was controlled by something.. larger, or stronger for a lack of words."

Jenwuf

Tson
The two ignore most things said about them, for they do understand that they must seem strange to everyone else around.

???-δ: "we did manage to get some information actually! So thank you again for telling us to go and speak to him."

???-α: "Oh, he also said we should go and see some... Doctor Earhart tommorow, so i suppose thats something.
Do you know anything about him?"

Tson

boombox
"Sounds plausible."
There is silence for a while, then Jem speaks again.
"Did you see it's eyes?"

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Tson
"Rather its lack of any, yeah."
He thinks back..
"Wraiths are almost completely rotted, so no wonder the eyes have decomposed. For some reason they maintain a way too damn long tongue though, did ya see that on this one? I didn't focus on it.."

Tson

boombox
"I don't think so, when it did that rattle thing it's mouth was empty, and so were it's eyes, but when they looked at me it was like I was looking into oblivion."
They draw into Gostck, the lights of the city yellow against the rain drenched streets, there is no city wall around Gostck, and it's streets are paved with stone slabs rather than cobbles, the Mail coach trundles through the town, rattling into a circular turningway outside the town centre.
"I'm much obliged for your help sir, but I must deliver the mail, please excuse me."
Jem takes a bag from under the seat and walks toward the town hall.
"There is an Inn about quarter mile back down the road. Good night to you."
He disappears into the darkness...

@Fort_Master_Gustav
The Ambassador comes to, he can see orange lights, and more rain. The family of three is looking down at him worriedly, and the man speaks as he sees the Ambassador's eyes open.
"Ah, er, are you ok old man? That was a pretty nasty, er, incident...?"

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
The Ambassador keeps staring up for some seconds, then he rubs his eyes with his paws, and speaks:
"That...
...
that was, uhm...
...
something indeed...
...
What was that thing? It scared me. Then I went... somewhere? I... can't quite explain."
He sighs, then looks at the men that killed that thing:
"It appears I understimated you, I'm sorry. I can fix your rifle, just hand it over to me. But why weren't you affected by it?"
The Ambassador tries to scan the men psychically, see if he's also a psychic.

boombox

Tson
Heinrich takes a last drag from his cig, then spits it on the ground. He jumps off from the cart and walks around the back, grabbing his backpack...
"Come on, 'tis time."
Lagertha nods, and climbs out as well, shouldering her pack she joins Heinrich as they walk down the road, soon disappearing into the darkness as well.

A short while later they reach the inn and Lagertha walks inside, joining a few people at the counter and ordering a beer..

Tson

Jenwuf
The Barman looks surprised, then he gives them a dark look.
"Ef I'sn ware ye, I'd nat gae ainyware naer thaet man, tha's whut I say."
He shakes his head ominously.
"Nae, thut man, thut man bae trouble."
He slides a glass along the bar, it stops in front of where he is standing, and smiles.
"Whulyae bae wantin a dram o somethaeng?"

Drakador_Chaos
Blak stares at Nurian.
"Are you sure you are a different person? That sounded practically like it was Crimson speaking."
She'la nods, still grinning.
"Uncanny."
"Well, I'm not against getting a few more weapons, however..."
Blak twists the handle on his walking cane, and pulls up slightly, the top of a thin blade is revealed, he then pushes down and twists again, concealing the blade.

Fort_Master_Gustav
"Ah, I er, think you are mistaking me for the driver, I am Sir Jasper Pierson."
He looks at the Ambassador's slightly concussed expression.
"I was one of the passengers? My daughter thought you were a wizard?"

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
...Nurian stopped infront of the shop, a few metres away and cleared his throat...
"Well, the actual intention behind this display was indicating another accent, not the same but similar to the spoken one, as people from around here would logically have to know me if I would be from around this village, but people speaking another accent are coming logically from another settlement, or region altogether, therefor fueling less suspicion amongst locals and hunters tend to travel quite alot in some cases."
...he paused for a few moments...
"I´m sure your spaceship makes for a nice cave and you did look like you saw a ghost when you initially thought I was "Crimson", not lying makes hiding the truth much easier. Anyways...you will ikely need something else than laser pistols to defend yourself if you don´t want to blow your cover in the first minor squabble."
...he laughed, then he stepped towards the door and entered...

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
...as Nurian entered the shop he looked around, first of where the shopkeeper was and wether there were any other people in the shop, then he moved his gaze around the shelves looking at what sort of weaponry they sold here and most importantly of what quality it was...
"Oi, good day mate, gonna be heading out for a hunt soon and bring those two fellas here back to their hut in the mountains, got any good bows or other weapons around the place? Been a rough night when I got ´ere."

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"Huh, sorry. You all right?"
The Ambassador gets up and sits down on the bench.

Jenwuf

Tson
The two look confused by what he says about the man, seemingly not understanding entirely what he means.
???-α: "Umm... Do you just have some water? Its not like we have anything to pay for anything else anyway..."

δ seems more confused the more she thinks about what the barman said.
???-δ: "Trouble? Why would the mayor tell us to go and see him if he is trouble?"

Tson

Drakador_Chaos
The shopkeeper was bending down behind the counter, and they stand up into view.
"Hae aer ye caellin "Mate" laddie?"
It is a middle aged woman, she stands with her hands on her hips, looking at Nurian with amusement on her face.
"Yae knae A gurl caen gut offended bae somethaeng laik thaet."

Fort_Master_Gustav
The mother and father exchange a glance.
"Yes, er, We are fine, due in no small part to what you did to defend us against those wolves, We were wondering, would you like to lodge at our residence during your stay in Gostck, it is the least we can do to repay you, and I feel you should not stay at a common Inn in your current condition."