Psychic Focal (Character event)

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
He stopped, seemingly looking at the clouds... "If you do not mind I would like to inspect this potential source. Otherwise I will be heading to Dr. Earhart, yes. There is now also a few other places I intend to visit, but that will have to be postponed until I am done here."

Tson

Drakador_Chaos
He winces.
"I am afraid... not. My mansion is rather private, in fact, had I any friends, they would not be allowed to visit me there. I hope you understand."
He looks at the Gargoyle.
"What will you do about your 'pet', are you just going to let it follow you?"

Fort_Master_Gustav
However this works against him, due to the fact that the door was not locked in the first place, meaning that when he pushes the door to open it, it does not budge, there is a surprised noise from inside, and he sees movement, then the door is blown outwards off it's hinges, splinters flying and the feel of static in the air, and he sees a man with a short goatee beard and wire rimmed spectacles standing in the doorway holding some sort of hose-like appliance that seems to be attached to a large metal cylinder inside the room, he points the nozzle at the Ambassador.
"Vot zhe hell do you sink you are doink? Who sent you? Vos it zhe townspeople? Is Zhere anozher mob on zhe way?"

boombox
"Aye, gies a luk."
He selects a small nugget of gold, and pulls out some sort of tool from under the bar that looks like it is this world's equivalent of a screwdriver, and chips a small chunk off, handing the rest back.
"That'll dae."

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"Hmmm, very well then."

He screens his hand around the surface of the door, clearly looking from something...

"lets see... hmmm. Not here, not here, no- oh! Here."

Clink.

The Ambassador moved the locking mechanism back, unlocking the door from the outside using his psychic powers.

boombox

Tson
He looks inside his satchel, thinking back at what happened last time he tried to pay for something..
"Uhhh.. You take gold, right?"

boombox

Tson
Heinrich makes a note to himself that gold is worth a metric shitton here and nods.
"Alright, we'll bring in our luggage and then search for this 'Earhardt'.."
Lagertha went out and came back in with the two rugs..

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
The Ambassador looks both ways, to his back, seeing the splintered door, he walks into the room, talking.

"Very impressive, doctor Earhart, I expected nothing less for a man of your... Brilliance. I'm here on my own curiosity. Now lets drop the gun and discuss this like gentleman, shall we?"

He leans on the frame of the broken door, inside of the room.

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
"Unless you have any better suggestions, yes, it will likely not stay anywhere should I move from the place for too long and I do not intend to alter it in any way or bind it to a place physically as long as I cannot foresee the consequences."

Tson

boombox
The Barman nods, and starts wiping the bar, the people around them return to their conversations.

Fort_Master_Gustav
Dr Earhart looks apalled.
"Gun? Gun? Zhis is not a gun, it is a Tesla Projektor, a very valuable piece of zhientific eqvipment, I do not use weapons, I am a man of science!"
He places the nozzle down on the large metal topped table at the centre of the room, there are strange devices arrayed around the walls, and tables with various lab equipment arrayed on them. Doctor Earhart looks at the Ambassador curiously, his assistant standing behind him with a nervous look on his face, the doctor speaks.
"Zho who are you anyvay? You do not look like somesink zhat I would meet everyday."

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"Indeed I am not, Doctor. I am someone of... particular interests to a man of science like you. Let us say for now that I am a testiment to what technology can achieve... Now, I am here for, during my expedition in this world, I caught wind that you might be keen in the weird phenomena of this planet."

boombox

Tson
Heinrich and Lagertha coem out of their rooms a quick second later, nod to the barkeep and then disappear into the streets, heading towards the infamous southwest..

RandomCommander

boombox (@Tson)

As the Androids listened, Rhick could not help but smile at Antony, who has now noticed.

"What?"

"'Standing around doing nothing gets us nowhere,' eh?"

"Thou may bethink I dine on mine own words, but I shalt remind thee that we did stand about harkening to yond'r travelers, which indeed is not nothin'."

"Eh, to each their own. Come, I need to discuss something in private."

The androids leave as inconspicuously as they came, perhaps under the guise that they were scared away by the talk of those outsiders visiting the infamous Dr. Earhart. This is far from true, these androids know little-to-no fear. The only fear they understood is that whatever power has taken root on this planet seems to have put even the Core-AI on alert.

"I found Centauri's signal," Antares began, off to the side of the inn in an attempt to avoid further scrutiny, "and it just so happens to coincide in the same direction these travelers are going to. South-West."

"...Doth thou bethink we could peradventure happen upon the no-less-good-than-infamous doctor during our rescue?"

"Very likely. Also, if it so happens that Earhart is the one holding our friend captive..."

"Ho, don't take action that I wouldst not..."

Tson

RandomCommander
As the Androids walk through the wet streets of the town, they notice that the further down the hill they venture to the southeast, the more decrepit and run down the town becomes, it seems that some sort of a rot has set in down here, and in the shadowy streets almost covered by the jetteys of the timber framed houses either side of them, fungus and mould has taken root, rotten timber and flaking wattle and daub, and the pavement green with algae, the people too have strange growths on their persons as they shamble past in the gloom, one man appearing to have large mushroom-like bodies sprouting from the back of his neck, another's face completely covered in a smooth lumpy mould but for the eyes, nose and mouth...

Fort_Master_Gustav
"I see."
Dr Earhart snatches up a magnifying glass from the table and strides over to the Ambassador, he holds it up to his face and peers through it, then picks up a small pair of surgical scissors from another table.
"Do you mind if I take a zhample off your fur? Id appears to have interesting qvalidies I haff not seen before."
He looks annoyed
"Ach alzo you zhtill haff not tolt me your name. James. James!"
The assistant who has been staring in apprehension jumps.
"Y-yes Doctor Ea-"
"Go und check on zhe latest projekt bitte, I vould not vant it to go stale."
"Yes Doctor Earhart."
He hurriedly leaves the room, and Earhart makes an exhasperated noise.
"Pach! He iss a good lad but I cannot do anyzhing vis him, he has no mind you zhee."

Drakador_Chaos
"Yes, I can understand that would be a concern."
The mayor stares up at the church tower.
"Well, I am afraid I must leave, I have business to attend to, Please come and see me when you have the time and we will discuss your findings."

boombox
As they reach the door, Heinrich hears the Barkeeper.
"OI! hol oan a second lad."
He beckons to them.
"I'sn ned yer help wi' somming I'sn jus' found, I'sn dinnae knae whut tae mek o' et."

boombox

Tson
"Uhm, sure."
The two turn around and walk back over to him..

RandomCommander

Tson

"...Uncanny."

"I Concur."

With their guard up, Antares and Capella continue on, towards the destination of the signal.

After much processing, Centauri's backup AI decides not to send a panic signal, instead opting to run a deeper diagnostic to see what exactly is blocking access to the drone body. Anything added? Anything removed? Anything... off?

Drakador_Chaos

Tson
Nurian turned around using the map he got from Cecil, to locate the living place of the elusive 'Doctor Earhart', going off from the main-street as soon as possible so the gargoyle would bring a little bit less attention to him than it already did anyways...

Fort_Master_Gustav

Tson
"Uhhhh, sure."

He takes a single strand of fur between the small claws of his paw, and yanks it off of his body. It'd be very hard for Earhart to do that on his own, maybe with the help of his assistant he'd get halfway there.

"People call me "Ambassador". Anyways, I shall head straight to the point, I have read a book of yours in "psychic projection" and I'd like to know more about the subject."

Tson

boombox
He leads them through the door at the back of the bar, through a small kitchen, then to the left along a small carpeted hallway to a door, again to their left, it is slightly ajar, and they can hear a faint hissing sound, he pushes the door open.
"Whut tha hull's that? I'sn jes came tae get me mop an' found it here."
Beyond is a small store room, and there is a small glowing puddle on the floor, or more precisely, in the floor, as the floor is stone, and the fluid appears to be eating into it at an astonishing rate, it is white hot, and occasionally a drip hits the puddle, making ripples, there is a tiny hole in the ceiling that is smoking, no bigger than a pencil, through which the drips appear to be falling.
"Whut the hull Is it? Tha cook thunks et's ghosties."

boombox

Tson
"It's some sort of strong acid, comin from zhe- the room above.. What's above this floor?"
He hurries out, drawing his sword..
"C'mon, lets take a look!"

Tson

boombox
"Acid! Whae oan urth whould bring acid here? And whaever it us jes' lost thur room."
He jogs after Heinrich, pausing to grab his cudgel from under the bar, they make their way up the creaky wooden stairs until they reach the door of the room above the store cupboard, it is one of the guestrooms, and they can hear the drip and hiss faintly from the corridor.

boombox

Tson
Heinrich nods grimly to Lagertha, who turns to the Barkeep:
"You stay round the corner, we'll take a look."

Lagertha turned back to Heinrich..
"Ich geb dir Deckungsfeuer."
"Alles klar."
Lagertha drew her 40mm Grenade Launcher pistol and aimed it at the door while using the nearest corner in the hallway as cover while Heinrich positioned himself infront of the door, drawing his Luger in his offhand while holding his sword in his dominant hand.

He took one step back and then swung his foot forward, directly next to the door handle, where doors normally are weakest. His whole foot connected... Lagertha aimed up.

Tson

boombox
The door bursts inwards, and clatters to the floor, and there is silence, the room inside is in a mess, the bed torn and the bedding scattered about, the cupboard and table overturned, and a figure lying propped up against the side of the bed where he had fallen, plasmic fluid dripping from a rent in his chest that shows the metal beneath his synthetic skin, Commander Blak's eyes are closed, and there is an expression of dispair upon his face, his laser pistol lies clutched in his left hand, the safety still on.

boombox

Tson
"Was zum Fick..."
Lagertha looked around, coming to Heinrich..
"You know him?"
"Not sure. I think Han- the Führer once told me bout him..cant say for sure though."

He walks inside, inspecting the room..
"He fought with something, but it was quick. He had no time to fire his weapon or even aim properly. It was strong, tore him right open.."
He turns to the barkeep..
"Did you hear anything suspicious the last days? Any loud noises?"

Tson

boombox
Tommy scratches his head, looking at Blak.
"Nae, nothing tha wud hae ben anythin' lie thus."
He scrutinizes the figure.
"Why dae yon feller hae metal in'em?"
Then, as Heinrich walks past, Blak's right hand closes on his ankle and his eyes flutter open.
"Don't... let it... take her... it..."
He slumps again, and there is a nasty fusing sound accompanied by plasmic sparks issuing from the hole in his chest that hiss and burn the ground where they land, then there is silence again, except for the dripping.

boombox

Tson
"It... who is it?"
He looks down at Blak, who clearly isn't going to say anything else..
"So he was with a woman... Lag. C'mere."
Lagertha walked over to him..
"Smell the pillows. We're searching for a woman."
She nodded and walked over to the beds, sniffing the pillows, trying to pick up a scent..

Meanwhile Heinrich turned back over to Tommy..
"Uhm.. Lets just say he's not from here, I think. More like somewhere far above us."
(Yes, witchers have better noses than dogs)