[Scawire]

Mantis decides to ask the sailor giving the food a question. So is it ok to check the 'trix well we are in this hole in the wall or what? If Mantis gets the ok he will power up his comm link and start checking on all the local news back in the old smoke and start checking through world news on new magical discoveries. Mantis wished he had gotten a better lead on his missing wife but he was still glad she was breathing the air the earth game them both. With that news it gave Mantis a brighter out look on him and his wife, maybe he could find a way to her.

Most of the time on the ship Mantis rest his leg and keeps a med kit hooked up if he can to try to heal for what ever the next dip into the shadows through his way. Hey he might be a big mean orc but dam the shadows could be very unforgiving.

[Lumen]

Knives plops down on an empty bunk and says to Mantis, "Probably not a good idea mate.  At least not till we get fresh burners back home.  That's how they followed us last time.  Let's get you patched up then get some shut eye.  I want to fresh and frosty when we get back."

[Lumen]

After poking through the provided Medkit Knives closes it back up, "Well that's about as useless as the kit I scattered across the junker.  We'll use mine."  He takes the one from his kit, pops a few anti-inflammatories, then plugs Mantis up.

"Dunk, that was quite the move earlier.  You looked like a proper pirate with a blade in your teeth." He laughs then grows more serious, "So... you gonna tell us what had you so spooked earlier?  It looked like you tore through the woods.  Was there a problem ditching the car?"

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire___
The deckhand just stares at you, muttering something in a thick eastern european tongue that made no sense to you at all before shutting the door.
Knives passes over the medkit, basic though it was, it held painkillers, wound cleaning spray and clean dressings.
It made sense to take the opportunity, and though it stung like fuck, you started to peel off the old and crusty scabbed-up dressing and clean down the wound.
Last thing you needed now was an infection..

___Lumen____
Aye, s'pose i cannae hide tha'. I wa' siphoning off the fuel from 'er tank ready te torch 'er an' i heard this fuckin' weird noise off in tha' distance.
I started te' hurry, but as I got 'er lit wa'ever it wa' were on me, as if it wa' attracted te the smell o'summat. The blaze seemed te' scare the shite out o'it but it gimme a fuckin' kickin' as I ran off. Stabbed the fucker wi' me bowie an I'm sure it'll still be stuck in tha' bastard's ribs now.
He seemed to become agitated at the memory, rubbing at his upper arm as he relays the story

[Scawire]

Mantis is glad to get the wound wrapping switched out, but he is more excited to get some new pain killers. Mantis decides Knives is right best keep of the 'trix until they are back in the old smoke you never know who might be trying to track them. Mantis does his best to take as much advantage of his R&R. Mantis might be locked in a closet on a ship but his leg will be grateful for not having to do too much walking.

[Lumen]

Knives nods, "Damn mate, like a big dog or somethin?  At least you stuck em proper before he took off."  He lays back and stretches out on one of the bunks.  "Can't wait for a hot shower and a cold pint back home... "

*I really hope we get to go home.  Livin it up was brill and all but it ain't home.*

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
Aye, Exactly like a great big fuckin' dog or summat. Scared the shite out o' me when it howled, never felt fear like it. I hope it fuckin' bleeds te death, the lil' shite!
The numbing effect of the pain killers begins to take the edge off your shoulder and its not long before you rest back into the semi-comfortable bunk. The sheets were long overdue a wash, but then you figured, so were you.
As your eyes felt heavy, it wasn't long before you succumbed to sleep, only partially stirred by the roaring of the boat's engines as it rocked out of the harbour waters.

__Scawire___
Sitting on the bunk, your mind begins to wander to the mystic and her message. Knives bumbles about on the bunk opposite, getting comfy and snoring gently as sleep overtakes him. Dunk clambers up onto the top bunk and fingers his commlink's screen for a few minutes before nodding off himself.
You idly flick your lighter to and fro, staring into the flame, too tired to even really get a kick from its menacing dance and the whiff of paraffin as it bursts into life
What had she meant? was it bullshit? some cheap illusion magic? or was there more to it? Maybe she had scried the future, seen her path.
Your limited study had shown that such things were possible, given the right materials and preparation, but you also knew that many similar effects could be done through stage tricks and poor conjury.
Either way, your mind wouldn't settle on an option as the truth, and she haunted your dreams; visions of her running through the streets laughing and waving you on to chase her, though you never quite could reach her warm embrace.
You stirred in your sleep slightly as the dull growl of the engines increased to a roaring thunder, the soothing rocking of the waves soon seeing you back to sleep.


___Both___
You were awoken by the sound of something crashing to the ground nearby. Your stomach lurched wildly as your body registered a disconnect between your perceived motion and the static-ness of the scene before your eyes. The room was still as far as your primitive eyes could tell, your half-awake brain registering with disbelief that it was indeed the world that was moving, your stomach grudgingly accepting, though it wanted to empty istelf of those noodles. Rubbing the sleep out of your eyes, you could see that it was the stuff off the sidetable that had fallen onto the floor, shifting under the now-apparent heavy rocking of the boat on the rough waves.
Dunk groaned as he rolled over. It's a fuckin' rough one eh lads?
Heavy boots clanked down the hallway towards your room, intermittently staggering with the rocking motion...

[Composure tests please. 1 EDG point refreshes for both of you]

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
Its a struggle, but you fight to get yourself level on the bed, stooping your head slightly under Dunk's form poking through the slats in his bunk above you.
Your stomach is not happy about the rolling sea but you gag back on the rising bile in your throat and keep the wave of vomit in for now.
The noises outside stop outside the door, rapid exchanges of words in a foreign tongue interspersed with a hacking great cough followed by a noisy and gut wrenching spit of phlegm.
The wheeled bulkhead door spins as it slowly unlocks; you figured it must be time to disembark and finally go home.

[Lumen]

Shaking the green from his face Knives hops up and dons his greatcoat.  Tucking them in his wasteband, he tries to quickly secure his fineblades before the hatch opens.  Afterwards he gives Mantis a good shake, "Oy lad, on your feet."

[Scawire]

Mantis does his best to get up. Mantis still doesn't trust the crew completely. Mantis does his best to stay ready to go home or put up a fight if needed.

[Csjarrat]

___Scawire____
your hardy ork constitution shrugs off the worst of the motion sickness, leaving only that feeling of not-quite-hunger but not-quite-sickness to linger. There wasn't that much room to stand in the small bunk space as Knives hops to his feet and suits up. His smart coat and formal wear stands out like a sore thumb against the backdrop off cigars, sweat and porn.

___both___
The door swings backwards into the narrow corridor to reveal a huge and well built bloke with a sick grin on his face, a stubby cigar parting his lips slightly at one side of his face. It was for the briefest of moments the most interesting thing about him; that was before you saw the business end of an ancient looking hunting shotgun pointed directly into knives' gut.
ey, pretty boy.*he smirks* you fancy pants man, you pay for boat sailing home.
He gestures with the end of it to remove your coat, cocking the old mechanism to emphasise his point. Footsteps further down the corridor show he's not alone and you hear a scream from what you suspect to be no further than 10 yards away.
The scream is silenced by a smack and then a bout of foreign shouting that only elicited more screams. This night had just gone to shit.

[Lumen]

Despite the pain in his shoulder Knives' hands fly to the hilts of his fineblades.  He draws them out as a sadistic grin spreads across his face,  "Wrong fuckin boat chummer."  The weight shifts to the balls of his feet as he prepares to avoid the incoming blast.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
The look of smug arrogance on his face bled quickly to one of horror, staring at the size of the blades as they sung their metallic tune as they unsheathed, he began to shout something in foreign before snapping the barrel in your direction.
The noise was horrendous as the catridge went off, dumping both barrels in short succession
dodge test {1} at -2 (choke setting) please

__Scawire__
You'd barely shaken the sleep out of your eyes before you were convinced you were in another nightmare. things had turned to shit once again and the huge muzzle flash from the double barrel temporarily blinded you as Knives drew his blades and tried to be somewhere that the shotgun pellets weren't
Dunk rolled for cover; helpless on the top bunk with Knives taking up all of the space beneath him, he just tried not to get shot at.
Maybe 3 yards seperated you from the stinking, greasy tattoed assailant but you knew that gun was out of ammo now and you had only a small window of opportunity before his backup arrived...
you're up

[Scawire]

I knew it, it was a nice boat ride then I wake up. My stomach wants to some noddles on the floor and this guy wants me to exit this world. Great Mantis is not happy with his wake up call maybe the captain needs to do a better bed and breakfast deal on his ship. Mantis grabs the mana around him and does his best to drop the first crazy bloke that has come knocking at Mantis's door.

[Csjarrat]

___Lumen___
The buckshot caught you square in the chest, his unerring accuracy more a function of luck than skill.
Your armoured coat bends inwards, dissipating the energy from the double impact exactly as it was designed to, slamming you backward into a half sitting position on the small unit between the bunks.
Your ears rang and your torso felt like someone rubbed your nerve endings with sandpaper, but you swiftly realised that your armour had done it's job and your assailant was now looking terrified in the doorway with an unloaded gun. Seeing your survival, he turned to run...

___Scawire___
Knives ragdolled backwards under the sheer force of the shot at close range; you expected blood guts and gore, but though shaken off the tired old furniture, it seemed his armour had held firm against the shots.
The noise of the double blast was horrendous and the din rang in your ears afterwards. The muzzle flash burnt into your retina served only to act as a crosshair as you channelled the surrounding mana into a spiteful, hateful bolt of pure energy.
Shocked at Knives' belligerence and refusal to die; the gunner turned and ran back down the corridor but not before your bolt smacked him sideways, unbalancing him as he crashed face first into the far wall of the corridor

Lumen's pass 2 begins