Psychic Focal (Character event)

Tson

Drakador_Chaos @Fort_Master_Gustav @RandomCommander @boombox
In his office in the town hall, Cedric looks up from the documents he has been studying, as he feels something like a wave breaking against the shore of a distant land...
Deafening thunder rolls across the sky, and the night is illuminated by shafts of vivid lightening, A wing of Jasper's manor loses a wall as a bolt hits it, the masonry crumbling and falling to the ground below, out beyond the harbour, leviathans surface and gaze upward at the commotion, drinking in the electrical charge of the atmosphere, out in the Jungle, a tree crashes to the ground, burning, and the two small creatures grasp at Capella, the nearest figure, terror on their faces, and standing in the window of his room, Nurian thinks he sees winged beasts wheel in the sky above for a second, before the blackness returns, and all is again consumed by the perpetual rain...

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
The Ambassador hears the masonry collapse, quick to help his friend, he tries to repair Jasper's ruined wall, reaching out towards his psychic powers... yet nothing came out, in a wave of disbelief he dropped to his knees, something was wrong.

He stood there agonizing for a few moments as his body heated up and cooled down, strange shapes could be seen moving underneath his skin, ruptures in it formed and dissapeared as the fur stood up and then settled back again.

After some ten minutes, the whole ordeal was gone, his powers were restored from this strange phenomena, he mustered his psychic prowness once again and repaired Jasper's depracated wall, he knew such repairs from the books he read whilst in multiple places during his ample travels in space, now with the wall repaired, he knew that something dark lay around, an unspeakable horror that should be defeated, if ever possible, the faintest flame of hope should be kept alive at all costs.

He turns to Jasper, yearning for breath, and asks:

"Are you okay?"

A question perhaps more fitting for himself.

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
...Nurian observed the sky for a few more moments, wondering what sort of creatures the storm spawned this time. Dragons? Demons? Maybe Harpies? Hopefully not succubi again...
After a while he decided to head out, he left his room and closed the door behind him, all in almost perfect silence...
As he walked past Blaks room he was considering knocking for a few moments but eventually shook his head, deciding against it and moved downstairs, out of the inn...

boombox

Tson
Heinrich looked around, while Lagertha had fallen asleep completely, he had been awoken by.. something happening.
He woke up Lagertha and looked out the window.. He catched a glimpse of something moving and sat down again..
"What is it?"
"Something.. was out zhere. Just for a moment."
"What?"
"I dont know, really.."

RandomCommander

Tson

Through some amount of instinctual reaction, Capella almost raised his repulsor fields. At the last few milliseconds his logical reasoning algorithms concluded that this was a bad idea, for his repulsor fields cannot repel lighting strikes and the fish-men would be thrown off their source of comfort. The procedure is aborted.
These folk needeth a hovel, and with haste...

Meanwhile the other two Androids can't help but notice the burning tree.

"If only the rain could douse that..."

"THE RAIN- SERIOUSLY!? WHAT OF THE FOREST!? I'M PUTTING A STOP TO THIS."

Antares re-initalizes the squad link and is immediately contacted by Capella with his idea. He stops Arcturus before he even nears the burning tree.

"That's a negative, Arcturus. You will print a small medical center to store the non-hostiles that found our outpost. I will go to the armory printer and produce fire-suppressant chemical bombs to combat the flames."

Duro shows resistance, but eventually submits to the plan, though printing the medical center will take the last of his currently stored resources. Rhick heads to the armory to print the firefighting bombs, and Antony leads the other "mer-men" to Duro. All the Androids work fast as they don't know what else will go wrong for them.

Tson

Fort_Master_Gustav
Jasper folds his paper and stands, walking over to him and placing a hand on his shoulder before quickly drawing it away, sucking his burned fingers.
"Yagh- Yes old man I'm fine, what about you?"
He raises an eyebrow, then looks out at the weather.
"My goodness, it's getting a bit ripe out there."

LeftHandofGod
He rummages in a stack of boxes behind the counter, interestingly they seem to be made of card, he nods.
"Aye, tus a strange time an' nae mistak, the las' order I'sn put in tae Gostk nuvver got here. I'sn heard tell thut there be trouble wi' the mer, they'n ben forced oot the water. I'sn waudn't hae let em oan land if'n I'sn wus the mayor o' Gostck, filthy creatures."
He pulls a longcoat out of one of the boxes and shakes it, holding it up, it is fine black velvet, though it looks odd, and has a silver buckle around the waist, he lays it on the counter.
"Whut daes yae thenk yersel'? Yae cannae trust them abhumans, thut's whut I say."
He pulls another coat from the boxes, this one is brown animal hide, and has brass buttons, with twin tails at the back like on a military dress coat.

boombox
John appears in the room, he nods to them.
"Ah, I see ye'r awake, I was just going to come an' tell yer it's six, ye'd better start getting ready."
Heinrich notices that the knife in his shoulder appears to be gone, and when he looks at Lagertha he is shocked, the bruised weal of the Dead Man's Blight has faded so that it is no more than a shadow, and she is equally as surprised that his is likewise...

RandomCommander
The two follow without protest, seemingly petrified of the lightening, and clinging to his legs as he tries to steer them toward the medical centre.

Tson

Drakador_Chaos
...He walks out onto the street, finding that the rain seems to have stopped, the sky is still black with clouds, and there is no sign of the moon, but it seems there is temporary respite from the downpour. a single lit oil burning streetlamp flickers in the darkness outside the grocers, but otherwise the street is black as pitch, the Gargoyle appears to be back, and is sitting on the roof opposite, staring at Nurian as he stands in front of the Inn, and a thin mist creeps along up the street from the direction of the gate...

Fort_Master_Gustav
"Oh, probably old Ben Crimble's finger snapping tricks, I don't know how that feller still has the use of both thumbs."

boombox
Fleetingly, a flame sputters into life before dying, it's not much, but it's something to work with at least...
John crooks an eyebrow however.
"I'd be obliged if you kept that sorta thing for outside seeing as what happened last time."

RandomCommander
The flames flicker and die, and there is silence, the last rumble of the thunderstorm disappearing in the distance, the night is pitch black, and the rain seems to have stopped for the minute, though a thin fog covers the ground now.

LeftHandofGod

Tson
"Hmmmm...Howabout something sturdy and with some roominess to it, but not massive?"

She waits a moment, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. "Say, you wouldn't have happened to hear of anything...odd happening lately, would you?"

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"It... it is indeed. Sorry about that."

The Ambassador sits on the floor, hearing the drops of water hit the roof.

"Say, what is the weirdest thing you've ever seen, Jasper?"

boombox

Tson
"Hmm.."
Heinrich seemed glad. Though he didn't want to overdo it, he tried snapping his fingers, just to try out if he could produce a spark again..
"Haben wir's behoben?"
"Sie müssen uns wohl langsam verzeihen.. Wir sehns bald."

RandomCommander

Tson

Noticing the inhibition, Capella's headpiece does a 180-degree turn and looks down upon the mortified creatures. "If ye lot only understood, I am attempt'n to moveth to a lodging which doth protect against the heav'ns wrath. Far be it from complesh'n now, howev'r the craftsman of yon outpost workeths with unparallel'd haste."

((Elizabethan english at 9 AM is hard X-( ))

Capella continues to trudge along to the medical center, the Liquidator-Class android still in the process of shaping a medically-suited building enough to house a few individuals as well.

Antares reaches the armory printer and stashes two of his three plasma grenades on the built-in storage rack. He then keys in the saved blueprint of a chemical bomb, with a NaHCO3 solution to be stored within them. He orders the printing of a 4-count package of these bombs and waits. Once they're finished, he stores 2 onto his secondary explosive holster, and holds the other two in his hands...

By the time Duro has completed 60% of the outside portion of the medical center, Rhick has exited the armory printer fully armed with fire-suppressant bombs. He rushes towards the burning tree, priming one of the chemical bombs and - when he is at the safest distance to throw one - tosses the primed bomb at the tree. He primes the second bomb and prepares to throw at a different part of the burning tree, to ensure fire control.

LeftHandofGod

Tson
Velkas whips around, shock on her face. "Mer? What the hell?" Obviously far more is at play here than she first thought.

After a few minutes to think about it, she leans on the counter. "Tell you what mister. I have a need to find out what exactly is going on here and it seems like that might just take me to Gostck. For a small fee, I'll even go digging into where your shipment is and report back to you."

boombox

Tson
Heinrich nods..
"..'Sure. Was just a test. Alright, lets bag zhe- the bodies up so we can get on the move."
Lagertha got up and dragged the bodies to them..
"You got any rugs you want to lose? Maybe a gift from your stepmother or something?"

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"There's... definetly something else. I'll need to go somewhere gather info, are there any news outlets around here? Newspapers, et cetera?"

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
"You again, hm?" Nurian watches the sky for a few moments with nightvision on, to see wether any solid shapes or silhouettes outline themselves against the sky, then he walks over to the Gargoyle, looking at it...

RandomCommander

Tson

By this time the medical center has formed and completed. Duro whirrs and beeps for a moment before reaching inside awkwardly and generating one final thing inside the center.

"Had a little left over, thought I would add something these little critters would like."

Capella took the two in, and happened to notice a fish tank with just water carefully placed beside a fluorescent light near a cabinet in one of the patient rooms. "Cry foul, Arcturus, is this a rude jest to our--?" Then Capella noticed that the careful placement of the tank with the light caused the entire room to emit a phenomenon that it was all underwater.

"...Egads..."

"I did my best to make them feel as close to home as possible... though I'm not sure how they're going to react to that, to be honest... Welp, time to harvest some trees."

Antares returns from his firefighting venture, looking towards the sky for any more signs of thunder and bad juju or something... meanwhile Arcturus ventures out to chop down a tree - with the axe instead of the MCM to make it look more natural, he'll use the MCM to convert it into matter later.

Tson

boombox
"I'll go and ask Sue"
He disappears through the wall, and a short time later returns through the door, Susan behind him carrying two hessian rugs.
"Will these do? It's all we've got really."

boombox

Tson
"They're perfect. Lag, help me roll the bodies up."
"On it."
Lagertha took a rug, and laid it on the floor. Heinrich rolled a body on it, then both rolled it up again and folded the ends of the rug, then repeated the process with the other body. By their routine and speed it seemed like this was not their first time doing this...
"Done. Well then, off to zhe cart."

Tson

boombox
John nods, and he says his goodbye to Susan, before following them, they step out onto a foggy street, the rain seeming to have eased off. The streets are empty, and quiet, though they hear the basso, pensive calls of old things out in the harbor, creatures that would not normally surface to give voice. They find the mail coach standing where it did the day before, Adam is standing by it, smoking a cigar... with Sam, and as Heinrich watches Adam reaches out with a match, and impossibly Sam lights his ghostly pipe with it Adam sees them and grins, holding out the tin of cigars to Heinrich.
"Dae yae fancey a smoke?"

Fort_Master_Gustav
Jasper looks like he is about to says something, then he puts his hand on the Ambassador's shoulder again, this time leaving it there. He turns to Hermione.
"Take Sophia up to her room my dear it is past her bedtime."
She sees that he wants to be alone, and takes the girl by the hand, leading her out, when the door has closed, Jasper turns back.
"My friend, I hope I may call you that. Today I talked with the mayor, and he tells me grave things, I wished to keep you in Gostck, that was wrong of me. I believe that you are the one who can save our world, and by keeping you close I hoped to ensure the safety of my family, but this is not a good thing. I apologise, dearly. You must go, go and seek the answers we cannot, before more death and misery..."
He looks into the middle distance, and trails off.

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"You seem awfully enigmatic... but I trust you. Fear not, I'll return, once I have ridden this planet of whatever plagues it I'll return."

He lifts up, and tidies his body suit, it seems unscathed by all that's happened, one'd wonder what material it's made of, but The Ambassador knew that it was good protection, so he almost never took it off.

"I don't mind what you did, lad. It's only natural that you'd try to defend what you love, and I was about to part ways anyways, as it seems that all trails lead to Zagt. But I warn you, a storm is coming, one that blows stronger than any wind that you've ever faced, I saw it when I was kneeling down, I felt it."

He looks at Jasper.

"Maybe this world is safe, but I wouldn't count on it. All we can hope is that the powers that be will kill it before it arrives."

The Ambassador fetches his improvised hood, he has no need for sleep, so he'd get on the move as soon as he could.

boombox

Tson
"Course."
He smiles and takes a cigar while Lagertha loaded the 'Rugs' up in the back of the cart..
"You got fire fer me?"
He pointed at Sam, to anyone not gifted it would look like he pointed at a person reading a newspaper a fair distance away..
"You see him?"

Tson

Drakador_Chaos
There can be seen nothing in the sky, the gargoyle's head follows him with a wrenching sound, then it's wings open laboriously, and it rears up, stepping off the roof, it's wings beat... and it crashes to the street below, landing on it's side next to Nurian, it lies there for a few seconds, then gets to it's feet, sitting back on it's haunches, it turns and looks at him again.

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
...Nurian frowned, looking back down at the Gargoyle...
"Flying?" He lifted an eyebrow and started thinking...
"Well, why not?"
He grasped into one of his sleeves, when he pulled it back out the palm was covered in small flat hexagon-shaped plates, one by one, he picked them out of his palm and attached them to the gargoyles wings...
After a few minutes, he was finished, attached to the gargoyles wings were a small amount of miniature anti-grav and magnetic drives, should he try to take off again, it should likely work this time, though just enough to make his flight look, at least somewhat, believable for a winged beast.
He observed the Gargoyle to see what happens next...

Tson

Fort_Master_Gustav
Jasper walks to a cabinet in the corner of the room, and returns with a pouch, and a bottle, he hands them to The Ambassador.
"Take these, the bottle is whiskey, and is more for others than for you, the pouch contains a lucky charm, it was passed down my family since the landing, I would feel a little more comfortable if I knew you had it, foolish though that may be."
He walks to the door and opens it... Hermione and Sophia are standing outside, Hermione looks upset, and Sophia is crying quietly, she runs to The Ambassador, grabbing him round his knees.
"Don't... want you to leave!"
Jasper looks flustered.
"Hermione... did you... did you overhear...?"
"Yes Jasper, but you did the right thing, we cannot expect him to stay here."

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
The Ambassador shuffles Sophia's hair as she hugs his knees and says:

"Oh dont'chu worry, as I said I'll be back in no time! But you gotta promise me that you'll be safe."

He then looks at Jasper, he takes both the whiskey and the lucky charm, saying:

"I promise two things: I'll carry it to my grave, and the grave won't be in this planet, and not now."

He walks to the exit, bidding farewell to his short-time acquainteces that had deep marks to him, firstly, within the cover of the night, he flies once again up to space, and stashes away the bottle of whisky, it was the closest thing to him that he had of an emotional attachment. The Lucky Charm he had fashioned into a necklace with a chain of gold he found within the ship he had bought in his many travels across the forumverse. He then descends once again in the viscinity of Zagt.