At one of Mothdale's mortuaries...
Mark decides that he probably does need a bit of practice... maybe the gub would be amiable to the idea?
~maybe! but caution would have to be exercised!~
Great! Mark was just wondering where to find living subjects to practice medicine upon in a way that doesn't actually kill them! Excellent. He asks the gub to send some of its friends and to send a message to his companions that he is alive, well and inside a mortuary practicing medicine as normal.
~will do!~
It doesn't take long until Mark notices something move in the nearby channel - there is a sudden loud splash, and two dolphins suddenly leap out and begin to make their way toward him. They look rather purposeful in their movements. They also seem rather grizzled, if one can honestly say such a thing about any dolphin. Their approach is rather awkward, though the dolphins seem to be making do and don't seem very unhappy. Eventually they flop over to Mark, looking at him with their wild dolphin eyes. Mark notices that one of them looks distinctly lumpier, while the other has longer, sharper teeth which it seems to like to display.
~they feel ambivalent about meeting you!~
In a tavern in Mothdale...
Kevin, knowing that he can totally impress this guy if he just gives him a chance, tries to soothe him with his singing, producing a sweet, soft little number that ought to calm anyone right down. The man stares at him, and begins to speak.
"The bar needs cleaning up and yeah, the singing doesn't help in any way."
He pauses, inclining his head a little.
"To summarize, it blows, this guy blows."
[Impolite Patron vs. Kevin: 6+2 vs. 3+1]
The patron's entire body suddenly tenses and twists in a movement that Kevin can scarcely identify before there is a flash of metal that abruptly separates his right leg and a sizable chunk of his torso (including at least half of the pelvis) from the rest of him, causing said sizable chunk to fall to the ground. Kevin doesn't quite keep his balance and also falls over as a result, in what is assuredly the second-worst performance review he's ever gotten.
~the public has spoken, kevin! there is room for improvement here! also, mark wants you to know he is at the mortuary!~
The man walks over to the solitary barrel of booze still remaining and begins to inspect it.
Outside the Red Tower of Power...
Niklas knows that the best way to get into these shady places is to pretend you're important. And pretending he's important is something Niklas has done quite a lot lately. He charges (well, drags himself as quickly, and consequently as loudly as possible) up the hill and toward the entrance.
"EXCUSE ME OUTTA MY WAY COMING THROUGH MAKE WAY!" he shouts conspicuously, and the assembled crowd pays him absolutely no mind except for a mildly intrigued glance from some of the younger people present. He storms in through the door, which is completely open and unlocked, and finds himself in a rather small room with a remarkable number of doors and staircases available, where a small, cheerful, yet remarkably hairy and bearlike man sits behind a desk, dressed in a fuzzy black robe that's a bit too large for him.
"Who might you be?" he immediately asks.
At a not yet shipwreck-free beach...
Scott continues his work with the burning of shipwrecks while experimenting with his translocation abilities.
[Scott's teleportation roll: 3]
He manages to translocate himself a short distance, but not quite enough for the gesture to seem either efficient or suitably dramatic. Ah well. Back to work.
[Scott's telekinesis roll: 4]
He brings another burning piece of the first shipwreck to set fire to the next one, and finds that it works just as poorly as the first time that he tried it. Hm. Just as he wonders about whether to change his strategy, he hears the voice of the gub.
~mark sends you a message! he is at one of the mortuaries and feeling fine as far as we can tell! ~
At the top of the central tower of Mothdale...
Sigmund guesses he needs a break right now. So he speaks to the gub. Or the Gub.
"Thanks for the shade, I appreciate it. I see that you are able to control other animals besides humans. That gets me thinking, where are the rest of the crew of the boat in which I traveled? Is the Artiste all right?"
~the skyman lives comfortably, but without happiness! he wishes to leave, but we keep him here because his mind is unusual, mostly due to its two levels of operation! and the rest of your best friends in this entire world are scattered over the city, performing duties less important than yours! mark is productively playing around in a mortuary! other people are doing other things we will not get into right now!~
The feeling of being in a little over his head does not go unvoiced in Sigmund's mind either.
"I think that you overestimated my abilities, as fighting against the weather is a tad difficult for a beginner mage as me. I was wondering if I could eventually let some clouds come to the city, but in smaller quantities? That way some rain would fall, hopefully helping to clean the ashes of whatever happened here before."
~we were just about to mention a similar thing! it seems that a majority of the population do not like rainy weather, but evelyn tells us that rain is more useful than constant sunshine! so we wonder whether there are not better applications for an airmaster! can you think of any?~
Someplace filled with food...
Timothy, delighted with his loot, moves on to step two of his cunning plan - now that he has the food, he has to move back to where he used to be! He concentrates for a moment, and suddenly feels a lot closer to his original position than before - though definitely not quite there at all. In fact, he seems to be in the same plains that Blynn was located in, but he can't really see the town from here.
He is happy, though, that the food seems to have traveled with him! Joyous day!
In a cul-de-sac of constructs...
Darren inquires about more from his new human-shaped obstacle.
"Masters? I didn't see anybody live in those homes."
He looks around. He doesn't exactly see anything moving around in the houses, but, then again, they don't seem to have been built to facilitate spying upon their inhabitants. There aren't any lawns to tend to, no gardening to be done... the constructs seemed to be keeping the streets clean, too, and the windows don't seem to have been constructed to let much light in.
"You're not supposed to. I haven't seen anybody live in there either. Which means they must be quite reclusive indeed. So they would appreciate intrusions even less, would they not?"
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Topic: Life Begins At Death - Epilogue: We Live And Live Again (Read 562146 times)