In an endless darkness...
Niklas, in what may be a perfectly reasonable action in some nebulous, doubtlessly criminal mind, chants the word 'rude' at the void over and over again.
It does absolutely nothing. Nothing whatsoever. Probably because the void doesn't even exist, and is thus quite impossible to control. And because the void is the single most boring thing imaginable in the entire universe, and nobody would want to control even if it was possible. And probably because it isn't likely that there's any actual void around Niklas. Rather, it's probably a whole lot of something he can't actually see. Finally, he doesn't seem to be able to do magic. At all.
On the deck of the Second Shank...
Sigmund opens up his speaking hole and enlightens Tailor Craig.
"So, Scott carried Mark here to see if he could be fixed by sending him with the aspect, right? Well, I already found a blacksmith for him, so that won't be necessary."
"That's good. Hope he makes it out okay."
With that settled, Sigmund heads back topside, stopping to grab Kevin with him on the way. Eventually, he reaches the ever-servile Scott on the deck.
"I need help to carry Mark to a blacksmith, I think that you should be able to provide more arms to carry him, right?"
"Yeah, Scotty, make yourself useful for a change."
Scott does not honor Sigmund with a response. Instead, he asks the Artiste something.
"Any other service you require, m'lord?"
"Nah, not really. I guess you could go with those two, yeah. And Kevin, don't pick on the guy. How's he supposed to be productive if you just keep telling him he's useless?"
Scott shrugs, grabbing Mark and dragging him along after Sigmund and Kevin, with Kevin rolling ahead, Sigmund following along the middle and Scott covering the rear with the heavily injured Mark. They eventually reach Gunther Gunnarson's stall. Gunther gives them an interested glance.
In the streets of Shriekpot...
Morton bids the religious guy good day,
"I thank you kind sir, live well and recall always the glory of the gods and their deeds. It seems that I must make sure my friends didn't get in any trouble then, wish me luck if you would please, I think I might need it, I'm afraid."
"Seek the aid of the death god if life confounds you," the man says, then goes silent, turning away and seeking other people to speak to. Morton and Art then take off, seeking the Alley of Muffled Screams. After quite a bit of wandering, they don't quite find the streets they want - the town's definitely bigger than it looks, Morton would say, and Art isn't capable of providing much help.
In the engineers' quarter of the City of the Dead...
Quite dissatisfied with the way he's getting torn apart, Darren screams and tries to float away.
"AAAAAAAHHHH! &#!$! I should have taken my chances with that machine!"
[Darren's escape vs. Lady's targeting: 1 vs. 1]
As soon as he turns his back and floats, he feels a momentary tingle, but it immediately stops. He hears a popping sound in the distance as he makes his escape. He can't seem to find any crowds, though. Just a bunch of metal creatures wandering around at rather considerable distances from one another.
Nevertheless, he tries to put as much distance as possible between himself and the lady as possible. He floats onward, making his way through several disjointed alleyways before coming to a stop.
He looks around carefully. He thinks he might be safe for now. At least his arm isn't peeling anymore.
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