Oblitus Magia: Verse 1 - Fateful Encounter in the City of Fools

[The Chou Lives]

Just making notes here and there. The mention of Earth, Kinu Messi g with the chickens, Owen psyching hindelf up to be a matey, Kung fu bitch just excited about training room, others leaving including the.. thing.:

“ Well this has been really special so far. What is our jobs going to be exactly? Field agents?” Did not say test subjects as he missed the drug part. Would not mind though, has little to live for.

[The Chou Lives]

“Names have power.”

Owen leans back and nods a bit.

“Names can be taken as banners, rallying cries, and symbols. Names are important.”

“ Names give meaning. That alone means it can shape reality and power.”

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

“Names have power.”

Owen leans back and nods a bit.

“Names can be taken as banners, rallying cries, and symbols. Names are important.”

Skittering past the gaggle, Arx cackled. "Pfheh."

[Tami]

First, it was just him talking to En, then suddenly, one by one, more arrived. Saint wasn't sure if this to be expected, or coincidence since nearly everyone seems to be wandering around the ship aimlessly, or close to it.

Within the somewhat narrow confines of the corridor, he began to feel a desire to escape, though stoically remained calm.

Speaking to En, and to whomever else cared to listen, "En, thank you for the information. If you will excuse me, I'm going to look for Mulvric in the Food Preparation area."

He then backed off, turned, and began to make his way through the ship.

[Yun Lao]

"Perhaps that is a question Mulvric can better answer." Matthias finally spoke up, "I was just about to go find him Why don't you come with me?"

"History is the foundation upon which civilization can be built, to undermine civilization one need only remove the foundations." En answered. "The past is purged because it suits the victors whims, the subjugated have nothing to dwell on but the now and the future....how they live now, and how they will continue to live."

"......or maybe nobody asked." En suddenly added brightly, breaking the tone of her previous statement. "I have insufficient data to draw a conclusion at this time."

“Names have power.”

Owen leans back and nods a bit.

“Names can be taken as banners, rallying cries, and symbols. Names are important.”

First, it was just him talking to En, then suddenly, one by one, more arrived. Saint wasn't sure if this to be expected, or coincidence since nearly everyone seems to be wandering around the ship aimlessly, or close to it.

Within the somewhat narrow confines of the corridor, he began to feel a desire to escape, though stoically remained calm.

Speaking to En, and to whomever else cared to listen, "En, thank you for the information. If you will excuse me, I'm going to look for Mulvric in the Food Preparation area."

He then backed off, turned, and began to make his way through the ship.

Sigourney watched as Matthias walked away on his own, having just moments offered to come with her to speak to Mulvric. Judging by her own and Owen's appearance, she had the sneaking suspicion he wasn't a fan of gatherings due to the abruptness of his change. It was not as if she didn't understand, being such one that preferred to watch others rather that interact with them, but she did feel the slightest sense of child-like smugness over being more tempered against crowds than he appeared to be. Despite this, she couldn't help but feel the sting of abandonment prodding at the fresh scars of her earlier misconceptions with their very rescue.

Her mind a trainwreck of sizable proportions, she would find solace in jotting down in her diary, updating her notes over the pre-Ruin world. Currently the biggest mystery lied in why the Adminstratum felt the need to wipe away the planet's name from the populace. What power did the name "Earth" possess that they felt the need to hide it away like some forbidden taboo? The chains of ignorance have grown heavy with time and the urban centers their shackles. They had escaped the latter, but the former still bound them firmly and would until they broke them.

[Cthulhu_of_R'lyeh]

Skittering about the ship, finding a place not filled with random junk was slowly becoming Arx most pressing issue with finding a suitable spot. Storage areas were too full, the crew quarters were too small, the training room had an "occupied sign" lit up on the front.

Eventually.....Arx came to a large chamber near the rear that held the feint smell of gunpowder. Small to large scotch marks dotted the walls, floors and roof....and in the corner were equipment for bomb making. It seemed she had discovered Mercers work area.

.....and it was big, quiet and isolated.

Arx didn't hesitate.

Before long the room was covered in scratch marks, and in the center sat a pile of pilfered goods. A dragon's hoard... but more importantly, Arx's nest and the scent of fresh gunpowder?

"Smells like... victory."

[Tami]

Sigourney watched as Matthias walked away on his own, having just moments offered to come with her to speak to Mulvric. Judging by her own and Owen's appearance, she had the sneaking suspicion he wasn't a fan of gatherings due to the abruptness of his change. It was not as if she didn't understand, being such one that preferred to watch others rather that interact with them, but she did feel the slightest sense of child-like smugness over being more tempered against crowds than he appeared to be. Despite this, she couldn't help but feel the sting of abandonment prodding at the fresh scars of her earlier misconceptions with their very rescue.

Her mind a trainwreck of sizable proportions, she would find solace in jotting down in her diary, updating her notes over the pre-Ruin world. Currently the biggest mystery lied in why the Adminstratum felt the need to wipe away the planet's name from the populace. What power did the name "Earth" possess that they felt the need to hide it away like some forbidden taboo? The chains of ignorance have grown heavy with time and the urban centers their shackles. They had escaped the latter, but the former still bound them firmly and would until they broke them.

Matthias paused, then turned to Sigourney, "Are you coming with me or not?"

[Yun Lao]

Matthias paused, then turned to Sigourney, "Are you coming with me or not?"

As if her condescending thoughts had been audible, Matthias was there. Sheepishly, she raised her diary just a bit higher to cover her face just a bit more, not so much out of shame of having thought such thoughts, but rather because she had been so brazen with them.

"U-uh.." She began, "You... you go on ahead. I'm... Imma go explore a bit more."

She jotted down a new note to herself,

4.) Find out if anyone has mindreading powers and eliminate them

[Tami]

As if her condescending thoughts had been audible, Matthias was there. Sheepishly, she raised her diary just a bit higher to cover her face just a bit more, not so much out of shame of having thought such thoughts, but rather because she had been so brazen with them.

"U-uh.." She began, "You... you go on ahead. I'm... Imma go explore a bit more."

She jotted down a new note to herself,

He nodded, then again headed down the corridor towards the Dinning area to look for Mulvaric.

[Sub-Zero MKA]

A small countdown timer appears on the panel, giving Xia a few moments to confirm her selection and exist the control area before the training mechanisms kicked in.

In the case of Mulvric, nothing obvious seemed to be happening.....the chamber remained quiet save for a distant sound of metal snapping. For a few moments it even seemed as if nothing had happened at all.

Then Xia barely caught a glint of something in the fake foliage from ways in the distance, past the dummies.

A powerful beam of energy lanced out from it and struck the girl in the chest, delivering an painful but non-damaging jolt that knoked her onto her back.

The most dangerous things were usually the most unassuming. Xia had been expecting the dummies to come at her directly, not a blast to shoot out from a fake plant and hit her in the chest.

She grunted and pushed herself to her feet. Her chest was stinging, and there was a hole in her shirt, but she was fine. Guess Mulvric's balls aren't that big. "Okay." She still wasn't sure what the objective was supposed to be. Was she supposed to destroy the gun things so they couldn't fire at her anymore? Dodge until time was up? Sucked there weren't any instructions, but eh. It was time to wing it and see what happened.

She made a dash and grabbed her sword. More than likely, there were more gun things than just that one, hidden in random places. That meant the best place to be was with her back against the wall until she could get a grasp of where each one was. From there... she didn't know? Destroy them? Fancy toys were meant to be broken, or something like that.

Back pressed against the wall and unsheathed sword at the ready, her eyes scanned the surroundings. She was looking for two things in particular: where the rest of those guns were located, and if there was anything she could use as a projectile.

[grampagen]

".......du no'arm......ya madeun oath Horo......." The fox doctor bared her small fangs, scooped up the chicken and brought it back into the infirmery.

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When Kinu arrived at the galley, a bunch of men and women were hard at work getting food prepared. It looked like the spread was going to be pretty epic....which such exotic delicacies as pork, fresh fish, and cheese.

But also potatos and chicken....lots of potatos and chicken.

She didn't remember whether she opened the door, or whether it opened itself. Once the aroma hit her in the face with a blast of hot, humid air. carrying any number of spiced oils and grease, the Warrior of the Wasteland was completely stupefied, her five chickens slapping the floor as her hands fell slack at her sides. When she peered in, a shearing brilliance shone outward.

What a wonder this kitchen was! Bright, polished, stainless steel surfaces everywhere seemed to be part and parcel for the rest of the ship, but the black carbon-steel and copper that shook over monstrous tongues of fire spitting from stove and hearth, sizzling and clanging erupted in a complex of aroma, she could taste it as the air wicked past her tongue. Usually, she would take her meals, roasted ashen and impaled over a spit. But this refinement, this sophistication, she hardly had either words or wit to describe it

"...guuh..."

A slack string of drool began to hang over her bottom lip. Kinu sucked it up and composed herself as she perused the laneways of this shining, savoury sanctuary. Produce from the harvest arranged in neat little rows among the tables, coloured, cultivated roots, shoots, and leaves. But what really got her attention was the piles of meat. Slabs, strips, cuts, chops, red, pink, marbled white, all neatly arranged in rows and type.

And fish. Whole fish! She'd never seen ones so small, yet so fat!

Last one I had was a big, gamey snakehead at the bottom of that lake. Fightin' for food, keeps the mind and body honest.

It was also a huge pain in the ass to have to catch dinner every day. Again, it kept you honest.

BGM: Bizet - Habanera

Wandering in among the polished steel rows, she could see the stoves were tended by any number of EN crew, civilian cooks that seemed to be so occupied in what they were doing they hardly seemed to have noticed her dumbfounded self. Many ovens running, and only barely enough hands to manage them. Practiced hands sliced, stirred and spiced to the letter.

"...uh...I got five chickens...?"

No response, neither from the lady plucking eyes from wild growing potatoes, nor a sour-faced man glaring sternly at a piece of meat, hissing as it blackened in the pan. One of the cooks in the line cut through the core of a pork loin, curling his nose as he caught the sight of Kinu.

Hadn't En and Mulvric said something about a feast? True, it seemed they were busy, but even so, the lack of attention given to her birds, she found that simply unacceptable.

"...alright then."

Somehow, she'd managed to find a sparse corner complete with an overlarge sink. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a guy, arranging canisters of white, black, and brown powder; hastily, she snatched similar looking ones out of the closest pantry. Poring over a lonely drawer, Kinu then found a jagged, cruel looking knife. Plopping down the fowl onto a board upon counter, she then arranged three large pots in the station sink.

Well, she caught them after all, and they were a half-step from the wild. Forget the Wildmen, this was her house.

I'll show you wannabe village people what for...

[Tami]

She didn't remember whether she opened the door, or whether it opened itself. Once the aroma hit her in the face with a blast of hot, humid air. carrying any number of spiced oils and grease, the Warrior of the Wasteland was completely stupefied, her five chickens slapping the floor as her hands fell slack at her sides. When she peered in, a shearing brilliance shone outward.

What a wonder this kitchen was! Bright, polished, stainless steel surfaces everywhere seemed to be part and parcel for the rest of the ship, but the black carbon-steel and copper that shook over monstrous tongues of fire spitting from stove and hearth, sizzling and clanging erupted in a complex of aroma, she could taste it as the air wicked past her tongue. Usually, she would take her meals, roasted ashen and impaled over a spit. But this refinement, this sophistication, she hardly had either words or wit to describe it

"...guuh..."

A slack string of drool began to hang over her bottom lip. Kinu sucked it up and composed herself as she perused the laneways of this shining, savoury sanctuary. Produce from the harvest arranged in neat little rows among the tables, coloured, cultivated roots, shoots, and leaves. But what really got her attention was the piles of meat. Slabs, strips, cuts, chops, red, pink, marbled white, all neatly arranged in rows and type.

And fish. Whole fish! She'd never seen ones so small, yet so fat!

Last one I had was a big, gamey snakehead at the bottom of that lake. Fightin' for food, keeps the mind and body honest.

It was also a huge pain in the ass to have to catch dinner every day. Again, it kept you honest.

BGM: Bizet - Habanera

Wandering in among the polished steel rows, she could see the stoves were tended by any number of EN crew, civilian cooks that seemed to be so occupied in what they were doing they hardly seemed to have noticed her dumbfounded self. Many ovens running, and only barely enough hands to manage them. Practiced hands sliced, stirred and spiced to the letter.

"...uh...I got five chickens...?"

No response, neither from the lady plucking eyes from wild growing potatoes, nor a sour-faced man glaring sternly at a piece of meat, hissing as it blackened in the pan. One of the cooks in the line cut through the core of a pork loin, curling his nose as he caught the sight of Kinu.

Hadn't En and Mulvric said something about a feast? True, it seemed they were busy, but even so, the lack of attention given to her birds, she found that simply unacceptable.

"...alright then."

Somehow, she'd managed to find a sparse corner complete with an overlarge sink. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a guy, arranging canisters of white, black, and brown powder; hastily, she snatched similar looking ones out of the closest pantry. Poring over a lonely drawer, Kinu then found a jagged, cruel looking knife. Plopping down the fowl onto a board upon counter, she then arranged three large pots in the station sink.

Well, she caught them after all, and they were a half-step from the wild. Forget the Wildmen, this was her house.

I'll show you wannabe village people what for...

Roughly fifteen minutes later, Matthias makes his way to the same galley. As he entered, he paused and frowned. Ignoring the food preparation for the moment, he looked around to see if Mulvric was somewhere within.

[MrSandman]

Owen registers his name and introduces himself to the doctor.

Always good to be on good terms with medical staff.

He also makes sure he checks everything during the tour with Keen Eye and Identify, taking mental photos to go over later as he does so.

OT:

Does Owen see or notice anything during the tour?

OT: Nothing out of the ordinary, though that could be because of the dampening field.

“I would be interested in seeing that if possible.”, Owen says as he examines the off limits area from afar.

“If Mulvric and EN don’t mind, obviously.”

"....Hrrm..." En responds with a uncharacteristic mutter. ".....are the contents of my bottom deck really that interesting...."

[MrSandman]

Just making notes here and there. The mention of Earth, Kinu Messi g with the chickens, Owen psyching hindelf up to be a matey, Kung fu bitch just excited about training room, others leaving including the.. thing.:

“ Well this has been really special so far. What is our jobs going to be exactly? Field agents?” Did not say test subjects as he missed the drug part. Would not mind though, has little to live for.

"It'll depend on what your willing to do for us.....we're not picky out here." En answered. "If work comes up and you wanna pitch in, we'd appropriate....but I'd figure you'd be more at home doing field work, right?"

[MrSandman]

Somehow, she'd managed to find a sparse corner complete with an overlarge sink. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted a guy, arranging canisters of white, black, and brown powder; hastily, she snatched similar looking ones out of the closest pantry. Poring over a lonely drawer, Kinu then found a jagged, cruel looking knife. Plopping down the fowl onto a board upon counter, she then arranged three large pots in the station sink.

Well, she caught them after all, and they were a half-step from the wild. Forget the Wildmen, this was her house.

I'll show you wannabe village people what for...

"Well now.....seems that night in the bunker wasn't just a one off......fancy yourself a cook then?" Mulvric stepped up beside Kinu as she was working on her chickens. "I'll admit...hard reading you, got all the looks and acts of a wild woman....you'd fit in with the ones up north even. Take it you've had your fare share of livin off the land...."

Roughly fifteen minutes later, Matthias makes his way to the same galley. As he entered, he paused and frowned. Ignoring the food preparation for the moment, he looked around to see if Mulvric was somewhere within.

Saint would find Mulvric looking over Kinus shoulder at her food preparation...chatting nonchalantly about something.