Psychic Focal (Character event)

RandomCommander

The... man with the glowing orange eyes looked up slightly, then addressed Heinrich. "Match found: German Space Regime, 2nd edition. Formerly a close ally of the Old Collective before the Dimensional Civil War. Related: Stellar Assembly, now defunct."

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"Correct. Glad we aren't enemies."
He smiles and walks back to the wagon to tell Lagertha what was out there..

Tson

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She beckons them.
"Come, join us, there are none here that will harm you, I should know if there were after all."
She turns to Heinrich.
"Why did you follow me? There was no need."
"Whut'n huvvens aer thaes?"
Adam's ruddy features emerge from the undergrowth, rifle in hand, and he gapes at the three DC Androids. Lady Deâth sighs.
"Really, humans never do what they are told, or what is most sensible do they? You are a very odd species."

RandomCommander

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Antares does something really out of character - he chuckles.

"Imagine having to command androids that have human souls virtually implanted in them! Half the time they come up with some wacky idea that turns out better than your own! The standard human lifeform is truly an enigma."
"Witty caution: Says the one who himself has a human soul."
"Usually they only experience one or two lifetimes. I have experienced an equivalent to four-and-a-half."

Duro turns to the cloaking device he made, wondering why the hell it isn't working. "Antares, I thought this thing actually works..."

"Must be the good lady's doing. Besides, knowing this, I only set it to hide the outpost, as she is likely to detect lifeforms rather than the base facilities - but seeing as they are... proven friendly, I see no harm in revealing it. Which reminds me... we're harboring two lost... how did Capella say it, mer-children? Two lost mer-children who I don't trust to be alone in this outpost without something awful happening to it... or them. And, before we leave, Arcturus, it's probably best to add another turret to the defensive perimeter. While I'm still on topic."

Duro shrugs with one arm, while the other arm finishes the new cart wheel, and then he starts printing a second turret for the outpost. "I'll, er, catch up later. I think a giant white-and-purple metal titan nearing town borders will freak out the locals far too easily."

Tson

RandomCommander
She smiles.
"I am afraid I am not one who is... good with children. They are more perceptive than adults, and tend to understand my nature without being of the age when they may rationalize round it..."
Adam blinks and lowers his rifle.
"Mer sprats? oot haur? Where'r the luttle pershurs?"

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Tson

Rhick taps a few things on a tiny panel attached to his wrist - on an internal GUI only he can see in the back of his cortex module - and soon some odd-looking, shiny white buildings begin to fade into existence. Most of them are pretty small, kind of like machines more than buildings, but some are capable of housing multiple persons - like the building Rhick points to: an L-shaped, sterile complex with a symbol depicting a fat, hollow plus-sign inside of a hexagon.

"That building, they're in there. Look for the room that has dancing lights and shadows."

The first turret has come online, but everyone that the Androids have met thus far, including the entity of the cart itself, has been marked in the register as friendly. Rhick has also taken manual control of the turret, acting like it is an extension of himself. It took many "red" of practice to perfect this sort of control.

Capella - all weapons away - idly heads over to the cart wheel that Arcturus seems to have left alone and picks it up with both hands. His cortex programs have not quite fully recovered yet.

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Tson
RandomCommander
Lagertha and Heinrich walked over to the fire and sat back down with the others..

Tson

RandomCommander
Adam saunters over to the room, and opens the door, then he looks round to the Androids.
"Daes yae knae ken whut a child eas lad?"
His brow furrows.
"I'sn reckon thaes are aboot twenty summers."

Drakador_Chaos Fort_Master_Gustav
The Ambassador reaches the hall, the Town Hall is a large, Gothic building, with dark spires and a clocktower. It is decorated with a statuette of death, his scythe cradling the clock, a reminder perhaps that time is the greatest killer. There are two large hardwood doors, with bronze trimming on the wooden frames, large, and foreboding.

LeftHandofGod

Tson
Once she sees Nurian, Velkas takes off running, coat flapping behind her as she goes. She also sends a signal to Toret to lock onto her locator and meet her ASAP.

Drakador_Chaos

Tson (Fort_Master_Gustav )
Nurian frowned and halted, seeing as the individual which just dropped from the sky does not seem to make any attempts of fleeing or attacking.
He headed towards the townhall slower this time than intitally, scanning the wolf-like humanoid for psychic resonance on the way there...

Fort_Master_Gustav

Drakador_Chaos
The Wolf-like humanoid seems to barely emanate a psychic signature by itself, one'd even ponder wether he is a psychic or just passed through an area of high psychic activity and carried some of it over. The difference would be minute, the only thing evident is that the small psychic power came from somewhere inside of him.

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
The Ambassador tries to open the doors.

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
Nurian stops a few metres infront of the townhall and simply waits, observing...

RandomCommander

Tson

Rhick's magenta eyes slant upward, if he had eyebrows, they too would be scrunched together. "... Juveniles perhaps? The imprint I got from Capella was that they were smaller than us, couldn't express themselves rationally but were full of boundless energy of some variety... Then again, Capella seems to have retracted from consciousness and left his ba-- er... 'Second brain' in charge."

He gestures to the distanced Android with dim, orange eyes, then went to check on the mer to see if they have somehow changed

Tson

Fort_Master_Gustav Drakador_Chaos
The doors open, and he finds himself in a black and white marble tiled entrance hall, there are staircases to either side leading up to a landing with a balustrade, that looks over the entrance hall. A clerk dressed in a black waistcoat and with a pair of horn rimmed spectacles on his long nose is sitting at a counter to one side, scribbling in a book with a fountain pen, he looks up when The Ambassador enters, peering at him over his glasses.
"Can I help you?"

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"Indeed you can!"

The Ambassador says, walking towards the clerk. He then leans over the counter with his head and arms crossed on top of it.

"I came over from Gostck to meet the mayor, may I make an appointment?"

Drakador_Chaos

Fort_Master_Gustav (Tson )
"Oh, so you are not the foreign psionic signature that has been present in the inn and then left with the carriage to Gostck? Nor the individual that has been flying over the town at night, hm? Well then you likely won´t need the information we gathered so far either."
Nurian turns away, heading into the townhall...

Tson

Fort_Master_Gustav
"Of course..."
He looks rather oddly at The Ambassador.
"...Sir."
He flips through a small leather bound book, and scribbles an entry.
"There is an appointment available at a quarter past four."

RandomCommander
It seems that they have... Inside the room stand two young adult Mer People, looking at Adam nervously with their deep yellow eyes, when Rhick appears in the doorway however, they smile, and seem to feel more at ease.
Adam looks at Rhick.
"Whul whaer are thay's claethes? They'll catch thur death aliken thut."

RandomCommander

Tson

Rhick's expression screws up further - usually confusion does not bother him too much but both of his scouts are out of order and therefore he has no answer... Or fallback method of reliably collecting information. He's a communications expert with extended military knowledge, not a class-II scout with a fragmented soul.

"There's an error code for this, I think it's DC-940 or something, but it literally stands for 'What the Fuck?' And that definitely applies here..."

"Antares! Language! There's children in there!"

"THEY'RE NOT CHILDREN ANYMORE!!"

"... Error-968, What the fuck?"

"Wait, it's 968? Then what error code was I thinking of...? Oh, 946 - Unit stunned by weirdness."

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"And... that's how much time from now?"

Tson

RandomCommander
Adam raises an eyebrow.
"Are yae tellin' me thut they wheren't like thus whaen yae found 'em?"
He walks into the room, toward the two, they shuffle uncomfortably and one Mewls at Rhick. Adam backs off a little.
"Whul I daen't think they like me."
He turns and walks out over to where Lady Deâth is standing, and converses with her. The Mer Children, or whatever they are, look uncomfortable.

Fort_Master_Gustav
"That would be five and a half hours sir."

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"Very well then, that'll do. Call me Ambassador, everyone does."

He goes towards the exit of the town hall.

"I'll see you later mate!"

he exits the town hall, passing by Nurian and giving him a pat on the shoulder, before making his way to the houses adjacent to the wall that had some kind of psychic influence on them.

RandomCommander

Tson

"Well, uh... Antares, what sort of clothing do these things wear?"

"The hell are you asking me for? Capella, what sort of clothing--"

"Primary memory-cache reboot sequence at 78%"

"Gee, thanks..." Out of options, Rhick turns to Adam. "You're local here and apparently have seen them before, what sort of clothing do these things wear?"

((Also,

Tson they shuffle uncomfortably and one Mewls at Rhick.

Are they fish-like or cat-like? XD))