Editing Between the Darkness/Session 20 (section)

==Reunited==
tylorva:	The main room is buzzing with life, much as before with people lounging around, cooking, sleeping, chatting and playing games.  Horatio seems to be yelling loudly and mostly incomprehensible at everyone he sees, and punches a few people leaving a trail of broken noses behind him.  Everyone else quickly start getting out of his way.  Atella approaches the door where she

tylorva:	thinks Mercution is being held and pushes it open to reveal Mercution leaning against it on the other side, listening out.

Atella:	"Pissed off the big guy, huh?"

Clavis_Morden:	Standing in her cell, free but clad only in her thin undergarments, Clavis concentrates trying to feel the warp echo of Mercution.

tylorva:	He's close by.

Mercution_Hastus:	"Oh, hello." He stands up suddenly and looks around, then steps back in the shadow of his (former) cell. "Somewhat. You got out, I see. ))

Clavis_Morden:	Gathering her courage Clavis opens the door and strides out as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Atella:	"Yeah... I think it was my winning personality"

Clavis_Morden:	Following the vague sense of direction Clavis makes her way toward Mercution.

Clavis_Morden:	At the same time she looks around for something - anything - to be used as a weapon.

tylorva:	Clavis finds Mercution and Atella standing just inside the door to another cell.  The gangers don't seem to pay much attention - they are more interested in the drama with horatio.

Atella:	looks Clavis up and down

Atella:	"Trying something different? I like it"

Atella:	shrugs out of her overcoat and hands it to Clavis

Mercution_Hastus:	for some reason is not amused. His expression is serious and grim. "Get in here." He gestures. "How did you got out? Learned anything useful?" Meanwhile, he looks carefully outside, trying to figure out, what's going on.

Clavis_Morden:	"Terrible manners, those guys, taking away my mesh," Clavis says through clenched teeth, which rather takes away from the forced 'tough gal' tone.

Clavis_Morden:	As she comes closer she looks at Atella with dismay. "What did they do to you?" She touches her own cheek with an empathic wince. When Atella offers the coat she hesitates, uncertain.

Atella:	"I got uh... drafted, apparently."

Atella:	shrugs and looks Clavis up and down again

Atella:	"I'm not complaining, but aren't you cold like that?"

Clavis_Morden:	"Into the service of the Archenemy?" There's a rising touch of hysteria in Clavis' voice.

Mercution_Hastus:	meanwhile slides down the wall, breathing heavily - he still felt the force of the shock mall. He wasn't sure, is anything was broken. "Drafted? Where? Cleaners certainly don't have any marks like this."

Atella:	"Hey, guy cuts me, says I'm drafted, lets me go, that's all I know"

Clavis_Morden:	((did Clavis come across anything weapon-like, btw?))

tylorva:	(( There's plenty of weapons in the room, but most of them are on the gangers.  There are a few lying around, but that will need some kind of concealment roll to pinch them without being noticed.  There are a few cells and storage areas around the main room as well as the alcove with the shrine. ))

Clavis_Morden:	((even somethink primitive like a club or even just a piece of pipe?))

Atella:	"Thing hurts like hell."

Clavis_Morden:	"That's a mark of Chaos, the symbol of the demon this cult worships. It means they *own* you now." Clavis shakes her head, close to flipping out. "I thought he was just saying that to convince me!"

Atella:	"So... not going to be able to get it off then?"

Clavis_Morden:	"Emperor on Earth, that thing is a death sentence at best! And possibly much worse."

Atella:	"... awesome."

Atella:	sighs

Clavis_Morden:	"That's not awesome, it's terrible!" Clavis exclaims, too hysterical to read Atella's tone.

Atella:	looks at Clavis, hesitates, then looks away again

Mercution_Hastus:	"That... can't be. You can't just brand someone to... Chaos? Can you?" He coughs, then shakes his head, repeating Clavis' gestire. "We... As soon as we get out of here, we will cut it out."

Atella:	"Well, can't cut it out here, emperor knows how badly infected it'll get"

Atella:	hiccups

Clavis_Morden:	"The ..." Clavis' voice turns into a near-whisper. "The Inquisitor might know a way. But any member of the Holy Inquisition would kill you just for having that thing!"

Atella:	"It's not like I asked for it..."

Atella:	touches her cheek and winces

Mercution_Hastus:	"Where is Sand?"

Clavis_Morden:	"Emperor's Grace, *we* should probably ... I mean, in theory ..."

Atella:	"I... don't know. Haven't seen him."

Clavis_Morden:	absently points in a direction

Atella:	"I'll go take a look. They *like* me now. You stay here."

Atella:	puts her coat around Clavis and walks off in the direction she was pointing in

Clavis_Morden:	covers her face with her hands. "This is a nightmare. This is all a nightmare and I'm going to wake up soon ..."

tylorva:	Sand still seems to be alive and is in one of the cells.

Mercution_Hastus:	"I have... I'm not sure. Just a thought." He pulls himself up slowly. "I may try to scout for weapons, but I am afraid I'm not that good at the moment."

Atella:	looks into the cell Sand is in

Clavis_Morden:	"Would you accept psychic healing?" Clavis asks through her hands.

Mercution_Hastus:	"I... Well, you did show the brand... Everything is right and proper, I guess." He coughs and smiles suddenly. "Is it painful?"

Clavis_Morden:	"Usually."

Mercution_Hastus:	"Not reassuring." He shrugs. "Go on."

Clavis_Morden:	lightly touches Mercution's shoulder and concentrates. There is a very strange, squirming feeling as strained muscles relax and a rising heat as bruises fade. It's anything but comfortable, but leaves Mercution less pained than before.

Clavis_Morden:	(4 wounds healed)

Clavis_Morden:	"If I had the medicae kit I brought with me I might be able to do more, but ..." She sighs. "We have to get back that equipment."

Clavis_Morden:	shakes her head. "That symbol ... their priest said he would remove it. In exchange for a service rendered."

Clavis_Morden:	"We're well and truly caught - we can't actually help them, nor can we leave that mark in place. And even if we could get all your former friends on our side and come out victorious I'm not sure we could force him to take it away again."

Mercution_Hastus:	"Thanks, doc. Wasn't as bad as I expected - better not to become a habit, though, I think." Still, he hisses during the process and shakes his head some time after, trying to shake off the strange nausea and slightly unnerving unfamiliar feeling, that came with the healing.

Clavis_Morden:	"Let's try to avoid the necessity," Clavis agrees.

Clavis_Morden:	"Since they want us to do something for them I think they'll just let us go ... so we could just go and grab our things? What do you think? I for one would like my clothes back."



tylorva:	(( Thanks all.  I'm going to call it a night there, as I'm feeling really tired and grotty and it seems a good place to stop.  So we'll carry on next week (back to Tuesday as normal)

Mercution_Hastus:	((Understood. Thanks for the game. Sorry, was a little slow myself, unsure what to do and how to proceed with Horatio.))

Clavis_Morden:	((that was fun :) ))

Atella:	(for you maybe ;)

Atella:	(I'm going to die a horrible death!)

Mercution_Hastus:	(Don't worry. We all may. ))

Clavis_Morden:	((That sorcerer has to be pretty damn stupid, though. Send someone with an obvious chaos mark to do his infiltration and spying for him, what?))

tylorva:	(( Chaos:  It turns your brain to mush ;) ))

Clavis_Morden:	((Just Say No ;) ))

Clavis_Morden:	((btw, xp? ;) ))

Atella:	(you've been stripping for xp, you naughty girl? ;)

Clavis_Morden:	((Atella should get extra, or a FP or something for getting that nasty mark, I vote))

tylorva:	(( Yeah, good idea.  Atella can have an extra permanent FP for as long as she has the mark. :) ))

Atella:	(yay)

tylorva:	(( Call it the luck of Tzeentch... ;) ))

Mercution_Hastus:	Ah, by the way, was testing out the newly-acquired tablet during the session.

Mercution_Hastus:	http://s60. radikal .ru/i170/1106/33/7635f10d769a.jpg

Clavis_Morden:	(( That's so cool :) ))