Session 107.5

Dr. Hatari has connected.

Dr. Hatari:Hallo. :3

Liatai:Hallo, lemme just double-check where everyone is. :3

Dr. Hatari:Nowhere, in most cases, from the looks of it.

Liatai:But yeah, good thinking with Heroes' Feast. Especially since some folks like poor Seelie Joe've got a double whammy of filth fever and devil chills.

Dr. Hatari:Thank Tom!muse.

Dr. Hatari:He's nicer than me. =3= *bricked*

Liatai:I thought the number of tokens looked awfully small on mapload. :.

Liatai:Lemme see, who's been vworped and who hasn't...

Thomas Lazarus:I won't be able to do it in the immediate forseeable future, though. I need to prepare Banishment! {:T

Dr. Hatari:I take it you killed the newest Sendable upload?

Dr. Hatari:I don't imagine much is terribly different besides token placements, anyways.

Liatai:Nah, the newest Sendable upload is still going.

Liatai:81%.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I can grab that right quick when it's done, then.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">This one took, like, twenty seconds. &gt;.&gt;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yeah yeah you folks with your high-speed internets. XP *brick'd*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Upload's done!

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">There there, you should be a little better off soon. {|3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Okay, got it. Rebooting.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, I can just do that.

<font color="#0000ff">VAE has connected.

</i>Liatai:<font color="#000000">Woo, everything seems to be in order. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... heh, is Tomi still hanging out terrifying the trader refugees? x3 *brick'd*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well, they are pretty adorable.

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">So probably. *restraining order'd!*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mmkay, we can kick off whenever you're ready. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Sure, was just trying to get my head back in the right frame of mind. And drinks. :9

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">All settled in then.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well, if I recall, we last left off with the Guardians having just concluded their little impromptu meeting, and then Mink shooing us off to bed.

GM:<font color="#000000">Hey, I was hungry and it was time for noms! *brick'd* :B

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Which brings us back to Tom's errands before the battle-probably-to-come.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( x3 ))


 * VAE lawls

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">First things first.. some equipment matters. Tom heads back up to where he last saw Inquisitor Warner.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">Lyle's surely sneaked back out to the balcony by now.


 * Thomas Lazarus returns to the hospital floor after a half hour or so since his last departure.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Beg your pardon, Senior Inquisitor Warner. Right?&quot;


 * Ansramil Hawkin nods to Thomas as he approaches.


 * Thomas Lazarus returns a nod of acknowledgement.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's right. He's still not up yet.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Ah. Good. I've been kind of crap with names and titles, lately. &quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oop, mom just arrived home. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Need more than a few minutes? :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Truth be told, sir, I was hoping to speak with you in particular. As long as I can have Acting Commander Stanford's blessing to pull you off your post for a time.&quot;

Tokens dropped onto map 'Yoriver - Temple of Pelor'<font color="#0000ff">Ghostwish has connected.

</i>Flynn Baker:<font color="#9933FF">NINJA-TATHI- wait what the hell


 * Ansramil Hawkin nods. &quot;I'll take your post, Grant.&quot;

Raerarael Eyllisaearsithek:<font color="#FF0000">WHAT ARE YOU DOING IN THERE


 * Thomas Lazarus gives a grateful nod to Ansramil.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Fair enough.&quot; He steps away from the wall. &quot;What is it?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;No particularly covert business or anything like that.&quot; He folds his arms. &quot;I just couldn't help but notice, earlier, between you and our dwarven ally, and our maester, you were working that forge something fierce. Am I right in thinking you're an expert?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Because something's come up. And I was hoping to have a commission done.&quot; His expression hardens a bit. &quot;..Before dawn.&quot;


 * Grant Warner folds his arms, and a smirk crosses his face. &quot;Let's say this --&quot; He taps his steel leg against the floor once. &quot;-- didn't forge itself. ... Must be something dire. What're you looking for? As long as it's not enchanted, shouldn't be too hard. Hell, we might even have it already if it's a weapon or shield.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus shakes his head slightly. &quot;I'm not in any particularly dire need for new arms, no. Better that those go to our empty hands.&quot; He looks down and picks up the head of his neck-bound amulet with two fingers. &quot;..This..&quot; He glances up to Grant. &quot;..But a new one. Not just in silver. Treated in alchemical weapons-grade silver alloy.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus lets the amulet head drop. &quot;Inspiration has come to me in our last assault. Tomorrow will be more important to use this spell than ever.. ... ..so I'm seeking out a special focus for it.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">As an aside. Recreating Miron in Baldur's Gate which I just got. Down to importing a portrait =^.^=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Planar banishment. Something like that.. ... ..it'll amplify the power against devils.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I may be able to wipe out a whole squad at once, if I can focus it right.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">*snrk* Well, if you haven't played it before, just be warned.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">BG1 is hard and dumb.


 * Grant Warner raises an eyebrow, looking at the intricate amulet. &quot;Do I look like a silversmith or a jeweller? ... Keh, long as you're not expecting a work of art, I might be able to manage it. Alchemical silver's a bit more forgiving of rough treatment than the sterling stuff, at least. Doesn't need to be enchanted in any way, does it? Never forged a holy implement before.&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">BG2 and onward is what got the series stellar acclaim.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I still liked it though.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;So what makes tomorrow's dawn so important that you need it? I didn't hear we were staging any assaults. That changed?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He shakes his head. &quot;I can take care of the magical part myself. And it doesn't need to be pretty. As long as it's anathema to them -- weapon's silver, that can cut through their hides like any mortal steel -- that'll be enough to help the spell.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Every little bit counts.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus seems a little thrown, and pauses.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I suppose Mother Selaren hasn't yet spoken with Commander Stanford about it. I know she said she was going to soon.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It may be best if I defer to they before running my mouth.. ... ..but..&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus lowers his face a little. &quot;There could be trouble in the morning. And I'm taking every step to make sure I'm prepared. Best make sure you do, too. No sleeping in.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sorry, being distracted ^^;;;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Oh I probably will be soon, too. =w=; ))

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;Meticulous preparations. You know, if I didn't know better, I'd say you were just a goofy wizard.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=3= ! Thomas has been developing a tolerance, and doesn't react as much. HE'S IMMUNE. &gt;:O

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">The three inquisitors start, and you can see a brief flicker of arcane energy around Ansramil's hand before it dissipates. &quot;Th'hell did you come from, elf?&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus half-looks over his shoulder. &quot; ..You better not try that with Swallowtail, you know. She'll lay you flat.&quot; =3=

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Guess I'll have to resort to the bag of weasels greeting...

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Tathi leans over, peering around Thomas-Tower. &quot;Yeesh. A light foot and every short-ear thinks you're a specter or something.&quot; She says, and sticks her tongue out playfully.


 * Thomas Lazarus folds his hands into his robe sleeves. =w=; &quot; It's fine, she's a comrade of mine.&quot;


 * Ansramil Hawkin frowns a bit, but nods politely to Tathi.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..And, of course. Being prepared is very important right now. It's not just professionalism anymore. The people downstairs are counting on us and every measure we take to succeed in protecting them. I won't leave any stone unturned when it comes to this.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">When it comes to keeping other people safe, Thomas always gets serious.

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Be glad you're not your sister then. See, there's this drow and dragon-thing. *bonk'd*


 * Thomas Lazarus looks back to Grant. &quot;Anyways. Does that sound possible, Mr. Warner?&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;I wonder, are we brewing up another vat of holy water?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Truth be told.. I don't even know what the supplies look like.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;See, there's something worth checking. Only a few here can swing a sword, but anyone can throw a vial.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus looks to Tathi. &quot;I'm.. not really sure. I think the basin is full of holy water right now. A young druid had refilled it earlier.&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;That's why we've been making daggers and maces, not swords, elf.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;There's something worth checking on.&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;And if you'd been paying attention, you'd know we practically have endless holy water with that druid around, long as the ritual thing tomorrow works.&quot;

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;So you've been stock piling it, then?&quot;

Kan Redleaf:<font color="#000000">24 gallons each orison cast. |3

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Talk to the holy people about that, not me.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Oh god random mental image of Tom walking around trying to get business done. Tathi clinging to his back/sitting on his shoulders, all like, &quot;Yaaay~ |D&quot; and blending in with the kids due to her height. =w=;;;;; ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm sure they've been doing all they can with the glasswork on hand.&quot; ^^;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not just glasswork. I noticed a few acolytes carrying ceramic jars to fill. Heavier than glass, yes, but if they're dropped from a height...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods thoughtfully. &quot;..I suppose every step that can be taken, should.. ... ..although I pray it never comes to civilians dropping pots.&quot; He shakes his head slowly, looking distant for a moment.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Well. Do you think it's reasonable to finish something like that tonight, Mr. Warner? As I said.. it doesn't need to be a work of art.&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Hrm. The symbol. I'm sure the Pelorites have some spare ones knocking around to use as a template.&quot; For the sake of seeing if it is... &#171; &#160;1d20+17 = 17 + 17 = 34&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;34*15 = 34 * 15 = 510&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">That looks good. Is that good?

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Gimme a few hours, I'll see what I can do.&quot; Estimating the cost of an alchemical silver symbol to be 35 GP... actually... &#171; &#160;34*25 = 34 * 25 = 850&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; This is a rush job...

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Wait WHERE DID SHE GO

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">She said she was going for a walk--

Tathi:<font color="#9933FF">Well you know the tale. An elf without eyes on them is a shadow.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

VAE:<font color="#000000">Anyways, lynx shall go get some washing tokens, brb. Not like I did anything up to now

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Technically an alchemical silver vial would work, too, but that's just so much less neat.. *brick'd*

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;If I can't -- tch. Might want to tell that damn theorist of yours to be on call.&quot; The smith begins to head off with a purpose to his stride.


 * Thomas Lazarus smiles faintly. &quot;..Thank you very much. I'll mention it when I see him.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It may help save a life.&quot;


 * Grant Warner grunts in reply, waving goodbye over his shoulder. Smith on a mission! &gt;:|

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;85/30 = 85 / 30 = 2.833333333333333333333333333333333&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">So, about three hours later, it'll be done. :3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000"> Mental note: Do not let sis and him meet up to talk about anything or be near each other. &gt;.&gt;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Wee~ \o/

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Now.. for that other business.. =3=;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods to the other Inquisitors before he departs, and begins looking for a bard.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">How much time do you have left, anyway? ^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">As much as I feel like. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">But realistically, an hour, maybe two, before I'll end up cutting into it.


 * VAE back

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Looking for a break, or mother henning? |3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Motherhenning. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">x3

VAE:<font color="#000000">That said, should I wait for hatari to be done ,or should I start dealing with things. Either works.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Plus trying to wolf down some breakfast and fend off questions. ^^;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Well I very rarely get to bed before 1:00 regardless, so don't worry overmuch.

VAE:<font color="#000000">what time do you get up for work?

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">8:45-9:00ish.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Works fine, then.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Shift begins at 9:30. Short drive across the city.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Anyway... Moved Ed to the garden. VAE, you're free to pick up whatever business you like, as well.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">(Though regrettably the character who would have told VAE to straight up &quot;fuck off&quot; if he started poking his nose into things has been sent to do work. Darnit! *BRICK'D*)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">MIRON

Liatai:<font color="#000000">NOT VAE

Liatai:<font color="#000000">See this is why I need breakfast DX *toast'd*

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He wouldn't discriminate. *bricked*

VAE:<font color="#000000">HAHAHAHAH

Tomiko Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Ahhhh, just look at you! With your little scarf and looking like you're gonna cry any second~ |D

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Sis you're horrifying people, leave 'em alone before someone asks me to arrest you. =3=

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Thomas eventually wanders enough of the temple and bounces off of enough helpful pointers to get Ed's present location. And so he walks off to the garden.

Ball of Light 5:<font color="#000000">A few archons are still puzzling over the Sszeyl paintings.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Much like that of a bored pensioner with a fixed-charge phone line, the call of duty is always on the line. After the impromptu meeting has ended, the inquisitor returns upstairs as quickly as his short legs allow.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( As an aside, looking at the tokens together and imagining the one casting a shadow over the other ''yeah she's super terrifying. |D; ))''

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&#171; &#160;1d20+20 = 4 + 20 = 24&#160; <font color="#000000">&#187; Ed is, as usual, practicing when Tom approaches.


 * Thomas Lazarus walks up to a bench and smiles over a bard's shoulder. &quot;Ah, there you are.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Enjoy playing under an open sky?&quot; :3

Miron:<font color="#000000">And apparently, the crowd in front of the bedroom cell has gotten a lot smaller. &quot;Ansramil? Where's Lyle.. did they begin already?&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot; We're on a first-name basis? &quot; The half-elf sighs. &quot;No, he's not awake yet. Brother Petersen stepped out to finish his cigarette.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ansramil is an inquisitor, not senior, right?

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( As far as I know, yeah. ))

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Only Senior I've ever taken note of is Warner, ever. ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay blah

VAE:<font color="#000000">what's my impersonate doing

VAE:<font color="#000000">okay, I might have to reconnect

VAE:<font color="#000000">Or not

VAE:<font color="#000000">fixed it


 * Edaric jumps a little, before turning to Tom with a small laugh. &quot;Yeah. Just doing some thinking. -- Oh yeah, you said you wanted to talk?&quot; :.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sheythsanthi's also a senior inquisitor.

VAE:<font color="#000000">yep

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Gradia's a senior analyst, too.

VAE:<font color="#000000">and there was one other I thought

VAE:<font color="#000000">I mean ,of yorivers


 * Thomas Lazarus chuckles a little and raises a palm. &quot; Sorry. &quot; ^^; &quot;I guess I just assume people always notice me coming. Didn't mean to pull a Tathi.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Unless you count the lieutenant, who was a senior inquisitor prior to promotion... yeah, of the folks currently here, just Grant, Sheyth, and Gradia are seniors.


 * Thomas Lazarus sombers just a little bit, but still smiles. &quot;..If you don't mind.. yeah. It was.. a bit of business I wanted to address.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Lyle was up for promotion before the devil business happened. And you wouldn't be far off if you mistook Ansramil for a senior.... he may be up for promotion should he live. 0:3


 * Thomas Lazarus looks away and full-on frowns for a short moment. &quot;..Unfortunately, it's kind of important, and we ought to speak privately.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;At least that. It wasn't entirely useless.. but the triple fellow's introduction could well have waited until the next meeting, brother.&quot;


 * Edaric blinks, and his expression falls for a moment as he stands up and straps his lute back over his shoulder. &quot;... Oh. Okay. Did you have a place in mind?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">VAE is using &quot;triples&quot; as a provisorial callname for the Radiant Trinity.

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Triple fellow?&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;... don't tell me someone's possessed by two devils.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs and rests his knuckles on his waist, looking around. &quot; Not really. Pretty crowded in here. Let's see, though.. ... ..only a few folks are resting already. I'm sure one of the rooms are empty.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hah, not at all. Radiant Trinity ... they work down south, brother. Think us, just with an organisation that'd confuse a Vecnan.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">They walk into a room. Tathi and Aelian are in there. &quot;BWUH IS IT DAWN ALREADY?&quot; Aelian scampers. XP

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom walks back down to the basement level, and checks around the bunk rooms for a free one. It's probably not a very long search.

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Ah. I'm familiar with them. Odd command structure, and extremely particular about their membership.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">=w=;;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;I've heard they subject every potential recruit to a series of soul-scanning spells.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is that so? Wouldn't have guessed, since this fellow's apparently branded as a daemon's property.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom takes a seat on one of the cots and folds his arms with a sigh.


 * Edaric sits on another one, uncharacteristically somber and quiet. He is paying attention, though.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He waits until the door is closed and Ed is settled in before speaking, and he looks guilty until then. &quot;...&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus looks down and frowns at the floor. &quot;..Okay.. so..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Since I'm an idiot and never remember this kind of thing, I don't know if you've heard or not..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..But..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I.. ...&quot; He trails off and squints. &quot;..Well..&quot;


 * Edaric 's expression de-sombers a fair bit once Tom starts speaking. &quot;?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Though, maybe that's why they took him... he seems to love the abyss like a goat does a knife, and doesn't seem a great liar ,at least so far not. I'd have to run it through properly, with some aid from above to be sure, but guess what with brother Thomas's checks, it can wait until this mess is over.'

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..We exorcised the red-headed half elf. I'm still not even sure what his name is; I never asked .&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;That went just fine.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But.. there's a new problem.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Stephen... something, I think. Least that's what they said in the tunnels.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't know if you know your devils..&quot; He glances up and gives an understanding look with raised brows. &quot; Probably not .&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus pauses and takes a note of the name with a nod.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Stephen Aran or Arian or something... Definitely not as well as you do.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;But the one we flushed out of him and destroyed wasn't an Erinyes or Barbazu or any of those little chumpy ones like we've crossed.&quot; His expression grows a little grim. &quot;..Not even like Oliver. It was something called an Osyluth.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Now.. none of us were really expecting that. And it's not good.&quot; He frowns.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Osyluth... like, Pamela's castle Osyluth?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He nods. &quot;They're called bone devils. They're the inquisitors and spies and police of their kind's lords. And they're not weak.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeesh, if it's anything like that castle was, I believe you. -- Oh man, and there were zombies in the prison.&quot; o_o;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... They think he might've been possessed for a long time.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Like, maybe weeks.&quot;


 * Edaric shakes his head to dispel the mental image of well-dressed zombies.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Weeks? How? I thought people were checking for possession all over the place.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs and bows his head, and ruffles his hair a bit. &quot; Soo... yeah. We've had one of them right beside us this entire time.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus knits his brow and looks cross, but not at Ed. &quot;..We were..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..But not well enough. I was slacking. I knew they could do this, but I didn't do anything about it. I didn't think about it. Until we just blundered across one in hiding.&quot; He sighs again.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..They can pull it all in. Clam up; hide their aura, mask their presence, be unobtrusive. They can get through wards, and avoid detection if they focus on it. It's not unheard of.. and it's what the bone devil was doing.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;What's the most amusing, when we got him in the dungeon, he was possessed by an abishai. That fuck must have been happy as a delver in a limestone quarry, grabbing for the Nine Hells something marked for the Abyss. &quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus rubs his face. &quot;When I found out, Serrierr and I devised a plan to try and check everyone else in the temple to make sure.. ... ..because if they had a strong devil like an Osyluth walking with our own people this whole time.. ... ..we just.. don't have the luxury of assuming everything is safe and fine anymore. So we went around to check the only other way I knew how..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;See if folk react to our sanctified arms.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;So that's why Serrierr was asking everyone to touch his weapon.&quot; :.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; You probably saw him doing some of that earlier.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus nods faintly.


 * Thomas Lazarus frowns again, and squints at a stone tile. &quot;..There's a problem, though.. ... ..a flaw with that plan that I only realized too late.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Anyone with a dark heart'll react to those things.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And we've got civilians here like that.&quot;


 * Ansramil Hawkin politely nods, but doesn't seem to be entirely following Miron's story. Someone has no ranks in planar knowledge. *brick'd*


 * Thomas Lazarus splays his fingers for a second. &quot;..Now, I don't honestly care about them or wanna give them a hard time over anything just because I can see the color of their aura with my slayer's sight.. but.. ... ..that was the only way we had to know if we had more double-agents walking right beside us.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And worse..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Devils are going to be more likely to possess folk like that in the first place. It's easier for them.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus pauses for some time, and sighs hard through his nose.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;....... I feel like the biggest traitor right now, even calling you down here to ask this. There's.. just..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I can't think of anything else..&quot; He clenches his jaw and looks pretty forlorn for a moment.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Can't they not possess people on the temple grounds anyway?&quot; :.


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs. &quot;..Well. No. Not people already on the grounds.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm, suppose brother Petersen would like the coincidence more. See... the Abyss and the Nine Hells like each other about as much as Senior Inquisitor Warner likes that other gnome of ours. They have been waging a war for unbelievable ages. That's likely one of the reasons brother Petersen likes to bind vrocks into his service,see - with the amount of devils here, the daemons prob'ly agree to do his bidding as long as it means them getting into fights.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... I just thought of something.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..But the prisoners? Yeah. The refugees? ..Could have before they got here. Or even if they walked off the premesis for a second.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">How would Serrierr have checked the unconscious folks captured from the prison?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;And just waited.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Don't think he would have

VAE:<font color="#000000">that said, they'll likely be dealt with soonish anyways, at least the two

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Honestly, I just put them in the category of 'also unchecked' since checking them wouldn't have truly proven anything regardless. We know they're evil. ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">The guard might not be

VAE:<font color="#000000">he was thralled

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Oh wait, doy. Unless they were really, really comatose, they likely would have reacted to a sudden painful touch. That's an unconscious reaction. :. Where's the coma scale...

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( Fair enough. Not an especially big deal though. ))

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Liatai no XP

VAE:<font color="#000000">See

VAE:<font color="#000000">THis is why lia is the best GM

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">NNNEEEERRRRDDDD

Liatai:<font color="#000000">http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glasgow_Coma_Scale


 * Liatai is brick'd.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Anyway. XD

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;They can do that... that fast?&quot; o_o;


 * Thomas Lazarus sighs through his nose and nods. &quot;... What they do is ... sort of like astral projecting.&quot; He pauses and blinks up for a second, figuring that is also a meaningless expression to Ed. &quot;..They leave their bodies -- their real, physical bodies -- behind somewhere safe. And their untethered spirits move around through the ethereal plane.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..Basically, it's a whole lot like ghosts.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Can't see 'em if they don't wanna be seen, and can't stop 'em if they don't wanna be stopped. Takes magic.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus points south. &quot;... So it would surprise me..&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;If there weren't one or two watching the building right now. Spying, or waiting for an opportunity.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; ..This ain't something I'm real quick to go tellin' everybody; I know it's not the most comforting thought. But I want to be straight with you on this. It's not a small problem, Ed.&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;NAAAW THAT'S WHAT I HAVE DETECT SCRYING FOR&quot; comes a voice form under the bed


 * Thomas Lazarus stomps. =3=;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">ACK ELFNINJAS.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">&quot;OW&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">XP

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( x3 ))


 * Edaric nods, somewhat numbly. &quot;Jeez... understandably...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Yeah..&quot; He looks at the floor again.

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">sudden picture of thomas in that old phone call horror story. he's on the phone, getting the message that it's from inside the house. zoom out. tathi's crouched on his head. XP

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( *bricks* XP ))


 * Thomas Lazarus squints and returns to looking guilty. &quot;...&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... so what was it you were going to ask? There's not really a lot I can really... do against demon ghosts. But if there is something...&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">VAE - Actually daemons are yuguloths... They're the NE branch of the evil outsider family. ^^; *brick'd*

<font color="#0000ff">Meany has connected.

</i>Meany:<font color="#660033">TEAM THREE STAR

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron was referring to Tanar'ri and obyriths

Meany:<font color="#660033">*break's Miron's neck*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Those are demons.

VAE:<font color="#000000">right, wrong spelling

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Devils = LE, daemons = NE, demons = CE.


 * VAE read a lot of Caiphas Cain novels recently, and seeing a word spelled in a particular way a lot .. ..

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Granted Ansramil wouldn't know them from Adam, so it's okay. :B *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">Either way, this is being said.. is there even a pronounciation difference?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot; ... That's the thing ,&quot; He almost whispers. &quot; ... You confided in me. You told me you were afraid of what might happen if we learned what you could do.. ... ..that you were afraid we'd start coming to you to make sure, and use you like we used you for the alarms... &quot; He hands his head and rests his face in a palm. &quot;..... The very last, and I mean last .... thing I want to do.. is exactly that.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">worst case we can ascribe it to Miron having an accent

Liatai:<font color="#000000">As far as I know, or as far as I read them... demon = dee-mun, daemon = day-mun.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..But.. I.. just can't think of any other way to know.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">It could be worse.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Ed could be a prophet.


 * Meany munches popcorn.

VAE:<font color="#000000">eh. Given Miron's got whayt, five ranks, and the words sound similar, it's an entirely believable mistake to make

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;... Serrierr says they don't go dormant even when they hide. That they're still aware, and still doing their thing, and still thinking.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus looks up at Ed finally. &quot;..So they'd have more than one set of thoughts going on per head, even if they were hiding their aura from me.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I'm really sorry to be asking this, Ed.&quot; He frowns sadly. &quot;..But can you help me do one last check of the place, to make sure we're safe?&quot;


 * Edaric is looking away when Tom looks up, but looks back at Tom. He's quiet for a while... then says &quot; ... I don't know... how long I can do it, or anything.... but... it's to help keep people safe. Right? &quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus breathes a response. &quot;Yeah.. ... ..I don't care what people are thinking about.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000"> &quot;..We just.. gotta check for hitch-hikers.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">........ Hitches exist on wagons, right

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">This expression is still valid pre-automobile right


 * Thomas Lazarus is bricked.


 * Edaric nods. &quot;... shouldn't take too long, either. ... but if we're going to do this... Can I ask one thing?&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Of course it is, haven't you ever heard of hitching up a wagon? :P


 * Thomas Lazarus looks up quickly. &quot;Yeah, of course. Anything, Ed.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Can we check the Olidammarans last? They're still conducting their wake.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">Ed doesn't want to be overtaken by the feels.


 * Thomas Lazarus nods. &quot;Yeah. That's completely fine.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">Exactly, actually.

Meany:<font color="#660033">http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_mc99w6DAyc1ra22gmo1_500.gif


 * Thomas Lazarus tenses his jaw for a moment before standing. &quot;... I told myself I wouldn't do this again.&quot;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">It's harder to put on a smile and act like everything's okay in front of people in hard times if you've recently been bombarded by a wave of grief... plus they need all the time they can get. {:3

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I dragged Swallowtail into my ugly spying business, once.&quot; He shakes his head with a bitter look. &quot;..I hated that. I said I wouldn't do it again. I'd just leave it to me. ...... But I can't do it this time. I can't keep everybody safe.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..So thank you, Ed. Really. And I'm sorry about this.&quot;

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">... I actually really liked that job... &gt;.&gt; *BRICK'D*

Meany:<font color="#660033">&quot;It felt so great to be -working- again.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">BUT IT TORE ME APART EMOTIONALLY SWALLOWTAIL WAAAAAHHHNN D|

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I SOILED YOUR INNOCENCE, OUR POOR SWEET NINJA D|

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">=3=;

Meany:<font color="#660033">She's got a bodycount, dude.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Upper double digits.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">... not quite that high, I'm only nineteen. &gt;.&gt;

Meany:<font color="#660033">YOUNG LADY.

Meany:<font color="#660033">YOU WILL KILL FORTY PEOPLE BEFORE YOU ARE TWENTY.

Swallowtail:<font color="#000000">Are we talking assassinations, or combat deaths?

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">I was about to say; I've been autoing her, I'd know if she had ten kills. *bricked*

Meany:<font color="#660033">HOW YOU GET NICE HUSBAND WITH SUCH LOW BODY COUNT.


 * Swallowtail is brick'd.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Amayans are like chinese parents.

Meany:<font color="#660033">But instead of grades, it's Tane corpses.

Meany:<font color="#660033">*all of the knives*

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hey, it's okay. Like you said, it's the best way we can think of, and if that's what it takes to keep people safe, then that's what it takes.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">BLOOD TYPE B+? WHY NOT A+?

Meany:<font color="#660033">&quot;Blood type O?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">hahahaha

Meany:<b><font color="#660033">&quot;Get out of my house.&quot;

</b>Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He nods somberly. &quot;..I wish we had time to relax when this was done. But we still won't.&quot; He huffs softly.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..... Well. Let's get to work, I guess. I can pinpoint out all the folk who it could be for you.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Better double-check those murderers, too.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">I'm reminded of that movie.

Meany:<font color="#660033">That put Jennifer Lopez into the brain of a cereal killer.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Please don't do that to Ed.

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( --what ))

VAE:<font color="#000000">. . . cereal killer?

Meany:<font color="#660033">serial*

VAE:<font color="#000000">Was it Children of the Corn?

VAE:<font color="#000000">*brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus: <font color="#ff0000">(( =w=; ))

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Maybe once this is all done, we can ask Gnogglebolt if he'd mind slowing down the wagons and stopping at a little northern town for a break or something before the mountains.&quot; Ed nods, standing and following. &quot;Or...&quot; He stops. &quot;Hey, wait a second.&quot; :.

Meany:<font color="#660033">It was a horrible movie.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He nods slowly.

Meany:<font color="#660033">It also featued The Virgin Lopez: Jennifer Lopez dressed up like Mary, Mother of God.

Meany:<font color="#660033">It's a horrible image.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;..I'd be nice to take it easy.&quot;


 * Meany shuts up.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do you know how many folks Tathi can teleport? I know she said if she's been somewhere and was familiar with it, she could teleport to it... ah... but we should probably get those seals done first.&quot; Ed frowns. &quot;... Nevermind. Where to?&quot;


 * Liatai looks up. Sees &quot;cereal killer.&quot;


 * Liatai immediately thinks of the Supper Killer. *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I asked her earlier today.&quot; He smiles faintly. &quot;..I can do it now, too. .... Well. Not exactly the same. But I can still Recall people back to the cities.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus raises fingers. &quot;..Four, incidentally. Including herself. So...&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Between the two of us, we could move eight folks. If it came down to that.&quot;

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">I know Tathi never actually quoted a number for me but I don't care *bricked!*


 * Edaric nods, doing a quick mental count. &quot;Still not enough to cover everyone in one go.&quot; ^^;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;No kidding. I've never heard of an adventuring band as fat as us.&quot; ^^;

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;... But then, I guess Gnogglebolt and Shankfang wouldn't want to leave their machines.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus folds his arms and smiles wearily. &quot;'Spose not. Might get stolen.. ... ..I don't think I could recall any huge machines like that if I tried, anyways.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Didja have anything in mind, Ed..?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">hmm, Suppose I'll go make some dinner since Ansramil fell silent and Miron at the moment is waiting for .. well, first of them, Lyle coming back from smoke break, then the business with the guy there


 * VAE hungers

VAE:<font color="#000000">Packet soup so nothing taking ages.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">It should surprise no one that Thomas can muck about and ramble eternally with the best of them.

Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hm? Ah, no, not really, it'd be kind of impractical anyway. But I was thinking, maybe it'd be nice to pop back to Castleton for a little while or something. But... if anything, we'll probably need to use those powers to go see one of the dragons, anyway. With Sszeyl's seal being damaged and all...&quot; I'll speed things up. There are only two other possession cases; the murderous fellow, and the hooded lady near the kitchen.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Thomas Lazarus: &quot;No kidding. I've never heard of an adventuring band as fat as us.&quot; ^^; Does that refer to Tathi's arse ? *brick'd*

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Oh, wow. So this was actually a prudent precaution?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Neither Thomas nor the player expected anything to come of it.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He'll feel quite vindicated in asking for Ed's help in this case.


 * Edaric has to scan the murderer through the door, since he's clearly awake and not happy by the noises he's making in the locked room. &gt;.&gt;;;;

VAE:<font color="#000000">don't bother hurryying too bad

Meany:<font color="#660033">Question.

VAE:<font color="#000000">soup awaits

Meany:<font color="#660033">Question question question.

VAE:<font color="#000000">also, the murderer being possessed... what to make of him killing other devils?

Meany:<font color="#660033">Can we pop back to the Copperlair, then back to Yovier after the situation is resolved?

Meany:<font color="#660033">Or does Tathi not have the spell slots for all that in one day?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Possessing Devil: They were opponents for my promotion, it felt good to see them destroyed. &gt;:3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Copperlair? You haven't met a copper dragon yet.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Or did you mean Kerishorak's lair? He's brass.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Only Tathi could do that. I need to be much more familiar with a location than she does to Recall to it. At the very least, he will have needed to spend a day and sleep there, and prepare it as his Recall destination when the spell is prepared.

Meany:<font color="#660033">oooooh.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Alrighty, Brasslair.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Well then. Keeping the pace of expedience..

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Also hah, good luck trying to teleport into an archmage's lair without his foreknowledge. &gt;|3c

Meany:<font color="#660033">Hmm.

Meany:<font color="#660033">The standing stones, then? :v

VAE:<font color="#000000">Liatai: Possessing Devil: They were opponents for my promotion, it felt good to see them destroyed. &gt;:3

VAE:<font color="#000000">yeah

VAE:<font color="#000000">that was a hardcore insight failure of mine

VAE:<font color="#000000">good to see Lia perused the fiendish codex

VAE:<font color="#000000">well, #1 at the very least

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom is simultaneously shocked and cautious when Ed returns notice of the extra possession cases. He clearly wasn't expecting this to actually crop up. But he is swift to handle it. He keeps things cool and plays it off with Ed, and later informs Mother Selaren, Commander Stanford, and Serrierr of the new cases. With the blessing of the faction leaders, he gets enough folk colluding together and cooperating to have the hooded woman 'ambushed' and exorcised with a minimal public fuss. The devil within her can do very little to lash out at us in the temple, regardless. And the murderer, well. He can just be strong-armed into cooperation.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">And when the evenings surprise ordeals are over, Tom gives Ed his profuse thanks. &quot;I.. had no idea.. Thank you so much, Ed.&quot;

Murderous Fellow:<font color="#000000">As he keysmashes with rage the whole time.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;I don't even want to think about what might have happened if we hadn't moved on this now.&quot;


 * Edaric nods, kind of numbly, rubbing at his eyes. &quot;Yeah... jeez. No problem.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus seems pretty concerned. &quot;..I mean it.. thank you.&quot; He frowns. &quot;... You okay?&quot;

Ghostwish:<font color="#9933FF">holy fuck I lost track of time. Gotta jet!

<font color="#0000ff">Ghostwish is disconnected.

</i>Edaric:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yeah, I'll be okay.&quot; He offers a small smile. &quot;Just gotta do a bit more thinking. And you should probably get to bed... gotta get up early to pray before trouble starts, right?&quot;

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;There you are.&quot; A smith stumps up to bard and cleric.


 * Thomas Lazarus doesn't seem fully placated, but he nods at Ed. Then snaps out of it and turns to Warner.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;Senior Inquisitor. Sorry.. I forgot all about what we had discussed. It's been an unexpectedly.. busy.. evening.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom had said to himself this would be a long night. But he never knew the half of it.


 * Grant Warner hrmphs, and offers a holy symbol. &quot;Careful, it's still warm.&quot; It actually doesn't look half-bad... albeit Pelor looks angrier than usual because the eyebrows are tilted a bit differently.

Meany:<font color="#660033">...GAH.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">D8

Meany:<font color="#660033">GAH GAGH GAH.

Meany:<font color="#660033">I forgot. &gt;:E

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">THE BURNING HATE

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">*bricked*

Meany:<font color="#660033">To paint the wall overnight.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;It'd look better if I had more time, but that work, or should I do some more fiddling with it?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom accepts the symbol graciously in a gloved palm. &quot;This is perfect. Thank you!&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom takes a moment to slough off his scabbard.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Don't you need to go through some ritual to sanctify it to make it a true holy symbol?

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He lowers the symbol around his sword, and entwines the chain around the wings of the hilt.


 * Grant Warner grumbles about how he could've made this or that look better, but nods anyway.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Truth be told, no. It never needed to be a holy symbol.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">Tom has a lot of others.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He just needs some alchemical silver.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">And now, his holy sword has an alchemical silver holy symbol chained around the base of the blade.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;Careful. Don't singe the leather on the grip. Gods know we'll have enough work to do tomorrow without rewrapping that thing.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;This'll make a great focus point for the prayer of Banishment. Thank you again.&quot; He lowers the blade. &quot;Can I recompense you? For materials? We might have a merchant in here soon.&quot;


 * Grant Warner huffs. &quot;They're the temple's materials, not mine. Pay them if you're paying anybody.&quot;


 * Thomas Lazarus waves in the air lightly. &quot;Right..&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">Except Tom, is, as always, bankrupt.

Meany:<font color="#660033">And must go to loansharks to get money to pay other debts.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">I actually have more money than I usually do.

Meany:<font color="#660033">*shot*

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">&quot;That it, then?&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">One whole grand.

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">&quot;It is. I appreciate the short notice work, Senior Inquisitor. This'll see use before this crisis is over, mark my words.&quot;

Thomas Lazarus:<font color="#FF0000">He nods and lets the man get back to his duties.


 * Grant Warner nods and stumps off to bed.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Which is a stump.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Just in the middle of the barracks.

Meany:<font color="#660033">A stump.

Teeny Rin:<font color="#FF0000">HE'S GONNA WRECK IT.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">Do I look like Wreck-It Ralph -- *ninja'd!*

Meany:<font color="#660033">It would be funnier if I watched that movie.


 * VAE ack

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Alright, well, I could probably RP this out with Ed more until the cows came home.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">But I'm getting tired, and this was pretty good.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">So let's call it a scene.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mmkay. And if all else fails more RP can be done tomorrow. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">\o/

Liatai:<font color="#000000">VAE, got the campaign file? Can you host?

VAE:<font color="#000000">k

VAE:<font color="#000000">wait campaign file, is there a new one?

VAE:<font color="#000000">gonna fetch

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">I don't mind leaving the server up, frankly. I don't shut down my tower when I got to bed (obviously).

VAE:<font color="#000000">save log, lia

VAE:<font color="#000000">and .. oh, nvm

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ah. Well, up to you. :3

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Goodnight~

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Night!

VAE:<font color="#000000">night

Meany:<font color="#660033">Night.

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">Good mini, by the way. Thank you.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yeah, sorry about Ansramil falling quiet there, VAE. Miron just happened to pick two of the absolute quietest members of the Yoriver Mace to talk to. :B

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">The temple is safer, and Tom's bling-counter rose even more!

VAE:<font color="#000000">I know.. but it was more &quot;to pass time&quot;

Dr. Hatari:<font color="#FF0000">He has straight-up Catholic levels now. *smote*

VAE:<font color="#000000">like, Lyle is bound to return anyways soon - I just figured that he'll be on a smoking break until you're less busy

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">I have a book, and a pack of cigs. I could be out here all night. *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">oh my

VAE:<font color="#000000">good thing Miron doesn't know

VAE:<font color="#000000">cig dust burns inside a book

Meany:<font color="#660033">Smoking while reading is nice.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Until you drop ashes on your book.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">Please, I'm an archivist.

Meany:<font color="#660033">And fires start.

Miron:<font color="#000000">So am I. Which is why I vastly prefer pipes to cigs

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">See, this is how you can tell the DM's not a smoker. *brick'd*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Seriously the thought of falling ashes didn't even cross my mind until you said it. ^^;;;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Maybe you got your special skills, and it's your archive, Lyle, but you aren't ever going into mine with a cig in mouth

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">Please, it's my field notes. These have seen worse things than a little ash. |3

Miron:<font color="#000000">*squints*. I'll take your word for it. This time.

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">See this indent in the cover? Babau slime. =3= *brick'd for fourth-wall talk*

VAE:<font color="#000000">Ancient dehydrated goulash packet - $1 Third of a pack of sausagemeat, $0.75 roughly Added spices and salt, $0.0X Tasty dinner with plenty left over, priceless.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ugh! Wow. 'Scuse me a moment, would you mind waiting about 15-20 minutes? I just wandered downstairs and the catbox is FOUL. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Not at all

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Okay, back.

VAE:<font color="#000000">k, moment

VAE:<font color="#000000">and done

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">The door to the room cracks open slightly. &quot;... Where is Senior Inquisitor Warner?&quot;

Ansramil Hawkin:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Lazarus requested his aid in the forge, sir. I offered to take his post.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Is there any problem, Acting Commander Stanford?&quot;


 * Roy Stanford nods to Ansramil, then looks around at those present. &quot;One of you, find a Pelorite and ask if they have a spare change of bedding or a cleaning spell available.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Would Prestidigitation work?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Or are there other cleaning spells

VAE:<font color="#000000">(I recall that was what Frisk used.)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3 It would work.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I think I can serve to that matter, Acting Commander. Not a wizard.. but the sort of magic is something that comes naturally to our sort.&quot;


 * Roy Stanford peers at Miron. &quot;... A Pelorite would serve better, but that may suffice.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Understood.&quot; Miron nods and walks forwards.

Half-Elven Mage:<font color="#000000">I'll spare you the details of cleaning up vomit. Ugh.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Pretty mild, thinking of it. If he'd soiled himself during or after the exorcism, he wouldn't have been the first or last.

</i>Miron:<font color="#000000">With a few arcane mumbles and a sweeping hand motion, the inquisitor removes the vomit from the floor, the &quot;patient&quot;'s clothing, and anywhere else he might have thrown up on.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Considering he hasn't eaten, probably just saliva, mucus and gall

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ack, ducking AFK a moment to make some lunch.


 * Roy Stanford nods. &quot;Thank you.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">No prob


 * Half-Elven Mage is avoiding eye contact with everyone in the room, but groans a bit.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where is Petersen? I heard him in the hallway earlier... I can guess.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;I heard he went off to get his dose of burning leaves.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Track him down and bring him here. Tell him Arianis is awake.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Understood, Acting Commander.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">And so the inquisitor sets off to find his nicotine-affine friend.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Any idea where did Lyle go for his smokes?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">(to the two in front of the hall)


 * Slouching Fellow points toward the central balcony.

Morris Forrest:<font color="#000000">How did this guy miss the naming spree? Morris, you are too good at being a rogue. *brick'd*

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Thanks, brother... er, what's your name again?&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Phillip Morris?

VAE:<font color="#000000">That'd be the best name for a heavy smoker

Morris Forrest:<font color="#000000">&quot;Morris.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Up on the balcony, Miron approaches the doubly-occupied archivist, and taps him on the shoulder. &quot;Break's over, brother. Arianis got up yodeling groceries, which I cleaned up, and now Stanford wants you there.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">I live.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Uraa for life

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yodeling... groceries. Yet again you prove a font of interesting euphemisms and unique turns of phrase.&quot; |3 The archivist blows on the pages a bit to dry the fresh ink.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Eh. When you're around for two score years or so, you get to hear some fun turns of phrase.&quot;

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">.... wait, how did you reach my shoulder, do you carry around a footstool? *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">(thought he was sitting)

Miron:<font color="#000000">*taps him on the knee *brick'd*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">He is, in a human-sized chair and he's not a short fellow. :B

Meany:<font color="#660033">Miron can jump really high.

Meany:<font color="#660033">But not when a check is asked for.

Meany:<font color="#660033">He has stage fright.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Well, hey, easy solution.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well. Miron is about a metre tall... and If he stretched his hand up

Liatai:<font color="#000000">He still has Prestidigitation active. Summon... poking finger! *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">hahahaha

VAE:<font color="#000000">yes, win

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Still in the same room?&quot;


 * Lyle Petersen closes the book, caps the ink bottle, wraps up the quill... and as an afterthought, casting a glance west, snuffs out his cigarette. &gt;.&gt;

Luanne Selaren:<font color="#000000">Good boy. ^^

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">Pelorites.

</i><font color="#000000"> 9_9

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yep.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">It could be worse.

Meany:<font color="#660033">He could prefer hooka smoke.


 * Viceth raises a hand. |3 Well, close enough, it's an opiate-like Underdark fungus -- *brick'd*


 * Lyle Petersen stands, heading off.

Miron:<font color="#000000">And Miron follows.


 * Roy Stanford nods to Miron, and to Lyle. &quot;Thank you.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">.... I'd imagine some awkward silence passes. &quot;You may go.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Miron acknowledges.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Acting commander?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Senior Analyst Thorngage requested my presence here so as to inform her of the findings.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Did she.&quot; Flatly.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;She did.&quot; Usual srsface.

Meany:<font color="#660033">&quot;I sense a disturbance in the force, like thousands of emotions crying out in fear before being suddenly silenced.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Where is she currently?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">&quot;Shut up and get back to srs bsns.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;After all, our branches should cooperate if we're to find anything. And I believe she is still near the bedrooms section of the basement.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes,&quot; he says flatly. &quot;We should. Come. Lyle, Ansramil, make sure he doesn't leave.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;... And you, Morris.&quot; Didn't see you there for a moment.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Who doesn't leave?

Lyle Petersen:<font color="#000000">&quot;Of course, sir. Assuming of course you mean our dear Junior.&quot;


 * Roy Stanford nods.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And did he mention for Miron to follow him?

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Steelsprocket!&quot; he snaps if Miron isn't quick in following.


 * VAE having a little trouble interpreting.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, sir.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">&quot;There is no Junior.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">&quot;Only Zuul.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Senior Analyst Gradia Thorngage.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Which likely wasn't entirely correct as he isn't his direct superior due to.. but eh. Gesture of goodwill.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Oh god.


 * Gradia Thorngage looks up from her book. &quot;Acting Commander Stanford?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*salutes*

Meany:<font color="#660033">Question.

Meany:<font color="#660033">How are Mace Commanders selected when the previous commander is killed in action, or...this.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Is it up to the High Commander of the Region.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Inquisitor Steelsprocket has again informed me that he has orders to interrogate and-or listen in on our investigations from you.&quot; The tallest of the three inquisitors folds his arms, looking down at Gradia with that commander-tier look again. &quot;Senior Analyst, I do not appreciate this action being taken behind my back without my knowledge.&quot; :|

Meany:<font color="#660033">(Speaking of, who is the Yoriver HC, again?)

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Currently undetermined.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Charles Whitaker

VAE:<font color="#000000">Officialy

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Whitaker's not the HC, he's the commander.

VAE:<font color="#000000">but he's a heretic, and it's in the process of having him crossed out.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh

VAE:<font color="#000000">High Commander

VAE:<font color="#000000">*dumbheadlynx*

Meany:<font color="#660033">&quot;Roy Stanford. There is currently a vacancy at this table. For meritorious service to your city and the Crown, we offer you the High Command of the Veld. What say you?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">The short inquisitor is silent, but his expression doesn't show any doubts so as to what's he thinking.

Meany:<font color="#660033">*all of the bricks*

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;As the current highest-ranking member of the Braxton Falls Leaden Mace present --&quot; Gradia starts, but Stanford holds up a hand.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;As the current highest-ranking member of the Leaden Mace present, I should be aware of Leaden Mace operations within my juristdiction, Thorngage.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;That includes your commands to your subordinates.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Our branches should be working together to solve this crisis, not issuing orders behind each other's backs.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... I thought that word looked off. *jurisdiction

Miron:<font color="#000000">Then it is natural that our branches shouldn't work behind each other's backs. And what is he thinking anyways? He's not our commander, and without us he'd be down the spooge shaft without a rope.&quot;

</i>Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">Miron's not aware that the Braxton branch has been the one working behind others' backs, is he?

VAE:<font color="#000000">I imagine that's what dwarves do with certain sorts of refuse

Meany:<font color="#660033">And this is why Miron was never in the army.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And this is him thinking

Meany:<font color="#660033">True.

VAE:<font color="#000000">He doesn't view it as such

VAE:<font color="#000000">And he was in the army ,albeit as a very low artillery rank outside of combat. (mostly mixing up alchemist's fire and the like)


 * Gradia Thorngage returns the glare. &quot;If that is what you believe, then the Braxton Falls branch should also be made aware of the results of your interrogation, Lieutenant.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;That had been planned for.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">*subtle nod at her words*, still the same facial expression

Meany:<font color="#660033">&quot;DID I SAY YOU COULD MOVE, SOLDIER?&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">*shot*

VAE:<font color="#000000">He's standing well behind him, you see

Meany:<font color="#660033">And that matters to Roy Stanford why?

Miron:<font color="#000000">Because not even a Commander's arse grows eyes.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Stephen Arianis is a volatile individual, disinclined to speak in the presence of strangers, and has recently awoken from a precipitous situation. Unless for some reason you feel we of the Yoriver Leaden Mace are somehow not capable of interrogating our own men, there is no reason for your man to be present within the room. He, and you, can wait for the full report when it is given to all members of the Leaden Mace Society present, including the Castleton branch. Which, I may add, have not taken to this duplicity.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">Perhaps not. But it doesn't take eyes in the back of your head to see the puppy-dog eyes Miron has for Thorngage.

Miron:<font color="#000000">The castleton branch have not taken to other things, such as informing their commander of what's going on. I had to do that.

</i>Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">Yes, 'your man' was a deliberate choice of language.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yeah. One step above &quot;your hound on a chain.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">This could come down to a difference in policy.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Perhaps Ashmore doesn't like numerous short reports, versus one complete report.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Not really. In a situation like this, information flow is vital

Meany:<font color="#660033">Which reminds me, I need to have Barbarus punk the new recruits if any, by having them write up after-action reports again.

VAE:<font color="#000000">because without knowing arse from knee, the command can't help them any

Meany:<font color="#660033">That was fun.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Exactly how can Ashmore help in this situation?

Meany:<font color="#660033">All that can be done is being done.

VAE:<font color="#000000">the way they already did?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Actually, that is rather IC.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ashmore likes to keep apprised of what's happening in the field, yes, but when it comes to reports, one meaty, well-thought-out report is better than twenty scattered reports that change with the wind.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Helping to make sure those outside the town get informed, getting stuff done with the High Command about the situation, informing the .. whoever is above Count in hierarchy of what's going on and getting the wheels oiled for a proper, official action...

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Meanwhile, the Braxton branch has a hard-on for paperwork and likely document everything. :B


 * Liatai is brick'd.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yeah. Which is why Miron fits there so well.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Among other reasons *cough*

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Do I make myself clear, Senior Analyst?&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">There's a brief staredown between lieutenant and senior analyst.

VAE:<font color="#000000">hahah


 * VAE now imagining them in cowboy outfits

VAE:<font color="#000000">At midday

VAE:<font color="#000000">in the middle of empty yoriver

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Yes, Lieutenant. We will wait for your report as soon as it becomes available.&quot; :|

Meany:<font color="#660033">The difference between Stanford and Gradia here.

Miron:<font color="#000000">Inquisitor Steelsprocket looks visibly deflated, despite any attempts to conceal it.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Is that Stanford has the obvious, unspoken promise that if you talk back to him he will fucking break your back and leave you for the street dogs.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Whereas Gradia seems toothless.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Seems, is the keyword.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;And no more of this issuing orders behind closed doors. I wish to be made aware of the actions you are instructing your subordinates to make.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">Seems, is as seen when she went into combat.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Tomato tomahto.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Eh. She had the two subordinates do the filthy work

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;I for one have had enough of obscurity and backroom dealings within our own organization. Is this clear as well, Thorngage?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">I wonder if that means we'll get every order he issues to his subordinates in hardcopy.

</i>Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;It is, Lieutenant.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">The command staff is not answerable to the employee.

VAE:<font color="#000000">He isn't their commander.

Meany:<font color="#660033">He is -a- commander.

VAE:<font color="#000000">THat's the whole reason thsi is happening

Meany:<font color="#660033">That means he calls the shots.

Meany:<font color="#660033">End of discussion.

VAE:<font color="#000000">THey aren't subordinate to him, technically.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;I trust you will comply?&quot; This is my jurisdiction, inquisitor.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">You're on my turf. Check yo'self before you wreck yo'self, yo. *brick'd!!*

Meany:<font color="#660033">Please see the above line about breaking backs and street dogs.

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Understood, Acting Commander.&quot;, said in a blank voice.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;... Yes, Lieutenant.&quot; :|

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Very good. I will hold you to it.&quot;

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">&quot;Excuse me, inquisitor.&quot; He heads back upstairs.


 * Gradia Thorngage frowns at his wake. &quot;Obviously he has forgotten that he has been a suspect of treason.&quot; &gt;:|

Miron:<font color="#000000">As soon as his footsteps aren't heard anymore. and nods &quot;No wonder this place ended up in the gutter.Someone is growing too tall for his robe very quickly&quot; 

VAE:<font color="#000000">eH, THAT WAS SAID

VAE:<font color="#000000">Just.. I meabt

VAE:<font color="#000000">I meant small instead of i

VAE:<font color="#000000">because he's saying it quietly.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Slow down, it's okay. I figured it was that common typo. x3

VAE:<font color="#000000">and then caps and all the other errors

VAE:<font color="#000000">actually, nature calls. Back in a moment

Meany:<font color="#660033">Has.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Past tense.

Meany:<font color="#660033">As in not anymore.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">Guilty until proven innocent, such is the Braxton Falls way! &gt;:| *BRICK'D*

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">Regardless, being a suspect for such in the first place does not speak well of his trustworthiness, audience. &gt;:|

Meany:<font color="#660033">That reminds me: plot ideas for later.

Grant Warner:<font color="#000000">... Despite the fact that each of his men would follow him to the fucking grave, outsider? &gt;:|

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Indeed.. While he has passed every inspection so far... hell. Allowing a conspiracy of this size to grow under one's nose speaks volumes.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Signets for the High Commands, to put on official documents.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Er, Miron, that wasn't said. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">But something else was

VAE:<font color="#000000">Obviously he has forgotten that he has been a suspect of treason.&quot; &gt;:|

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ah. x3

VAE:<font color="#000000">a reaction to this, it was

VAE:<font color="#000000">Heh. Why am I thinkling that after these two leave, Stanford will institute a requirement for every Yoriver inquisitor to be at least five feet tall?

VAE:<font color="#000000">&quot;Damn shorties, sticking their noses where there's nothing to them.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;... If his reports are true, then I can understand to a degree his distaste for being unaware of a situation. However.&quot; :\ &quot;Too tall for his robe indeed. He is not even a true commander.&quot;

Horm Bladebeard:<font color="#000000">Och, no. *brick'd*

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;And even if he was, he has no business ordering us around, except with regards to the defensive work here as one of the universally agreed on strategists.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;I will entertain his request for transparency, but I refuse to bow to his intimidation.&quot; I could probably take him anyway &gt;|

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">3 HD higher than you and grapple specialist.

Roy Stanford:<font color="#000000">Also longer limbs.

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">QUIET. &gt;:E

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">IMMA WIZARD. &gt;:E


 * Roy Stanford holds Gradia at bay with one hand while she flails her arms impotently. =w=


 * Roy Stanford is brick'd.

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Us in his jurisdiction makes us no more his subordinates than sitting on a bench in the town square makes you property of the mayor.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">Do you require assistance, Senior Analyst? *finds a nasty curse in his book* *brick'd*

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Besides.. it makes me wonder what exactly is he trying to keep from us. I was there preparing the wards to exorcise the fellow, and that worked out fine. Someone's head might well be buttered up inch thick.&quot;


 * Gradia Thorngage raises an eyebrow. &quot;Buttered up inch thick, inquisitor?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Yes, Senior Analyst.... An expression... for someone with poorly concealed guilt...&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">Is Braxton under Central or Coastal jurisdiction?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Coastal.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Because I can't honestly see Otto putting up with this.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Ah, that explains it.

VAE:<font color="#000000">oh, VAE found the origin

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Hmm.&quot; The analyst pulls out her logbook, beginning to write. &quot;If he has not delivered his report by tomorrow noon, I will remind him of this conversation.&quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Apparnetly in 15th century France, marketeers caught selling doctored butter were forced to stand tied to the pillory with a chunk of butter on their head until the butter melted


 * Liatai is used to seeing &quot;buttered up&quot; as meaning &quot;flattered,&quot; as in buttering someone up (flattering them to get what you want)... huh. :.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Odd punishment. :B

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Poor butter-sellers in winter, my gosh. I guess butter fraud would be a crime best committed in summer, then? :B

Meany:<font color="#660033">The best time to commit fraud is when you've had the local police brutally murdered.

Miron:<font color="#000000"> &quot;Makes sense. Besides, if I may.. it wouldn't be a bad thing mentioning how uncooperative the acting commander is being in the next report, if things don't change. After all.. he is the one most likely to become the next commander of Yoriver. &quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">Which, I wonder if Akellon will intergrate that bit of histoy.

Meany:<font color="#660033">history*

Meany:<font color="#660033">Further, we've recently covered Sentencing, if you want to learn about that later, Liatai/Vae.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Ooooooo, yes please. :3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Information~ 83

VAE:<font color="#000000">oh?

VAE:<font color="#000000">Meany is learning about criminal law in college?

Meany:<font color="#660033">I'm going into Forensics (I hope).

VAE:<font color="#000000">Wow

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;I am documenting such currently.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">The science and math are (at present) beyond my ability to compute.

Meany:<font color="#660033">But I hope to learn.

VAE:<font color="#000000">If you ever need help with math or physics

VAE:<font color="#000000">Lynx is always here

VAE:<font color="#000000">I'm a nasty arse, but I tend to help people I like.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I can try to help with the science if you need, long as it's not calculus stuff. :3

Meany:<font color="#660033">Thankee. :3


 * Liatai also has tons of medical reference books and such laying around.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I was good with math for a while... but calculus just floors me. I can't grasp it. ^^;;;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Excellent... Not even an acting commander is above procedure and doctrine. &quot;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Lia,

VAE:<font color="#000000">if you need calculus help .. .applies to you too


 * VAE can do it and generally enjoys

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Luckily I think I've taken all the calc classes I need. Scraped by them with Cs and had to take one twice, but they're done. \o/

VAE:<font color="#000000">It isn't rocket science

VAE:<font color="#000000">THough rocket science uses it.

VAE:<font color="#000000">yYeah, I know that feeling

VAE:<font color="#000000">Not about math, though

VAE:<font color="#000000">There's whole other fields for me to do poorly in *brick'd*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">The only time I've ever cried about a final was a Calc II one. Why. WHY WOULD YOU MAKE A CALCULUS FINAL MULTIPLE CHOICE. @.@

VAE:<font color="#000000">Why not?

VAE:<font color="#000000">best thing ever

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Because then you have no hope of getting partial credit for your work.


 * VAE loved multiple choice things in high school. Because if VAE made an error chances were very high it wasn't on the list.

VAE:<font color="#000000">hence, can go and fix.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And honestly, our end of high school calculus was likely comparable to what colleges teach over the pond

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Calculus just... baffles me. ^^; But then... I took it before I met you guys.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">I'm half-tempted to see if I have the books still, and trying to re-learn it.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Nothing hard about it. It's just a bunch of things to learn ,just like any other mathematical operation

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Well, lemme put it this way.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It took me half a semester to stop seeing f(x) as f*x.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Well, my suspicion is that just like with ghost. It isn't hard, but your frakking teachers are making it hard.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Know what helps wiht that? Programming

VAE:<font color="#000000">because then functions come naturally, as something that takes a bunch of inputs and churns out an output

Liatai:<font color="#000000">&quot;Why can't we just use y, I understand y. D: &quot; *brick'd*

Meany:<font color="#660033">So.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Mini done?

VAE:<font color="#000000">because y is another variable

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yeah I think the mini's done. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Miron: &quot;Excellent... Not even an acting commander is above procedure and doctrine. &quot; VAE: Lia,

VAE:<font color="#000000">There was him replying

VAE:<font color="#000000">Oh, was waiting for him being dismissed.

VAE:<font color="#000000">because there's one line to get in :3


 * Gradia Thorngage looks up from her writing. &quot;Was there something else you needed, inquisitor?&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not at all, Senior Analyst. Any further orders?&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Not currently.&quot;

Miron:<font color="#000000">&quot;Permission to leave, then.&quot;

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">&quot;Permission granted.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">&quot;Now get the fuck out.&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">*brick'd*

Miron:<font color="#000000">The inquisitor salutes. &quot;Senior Analyst.. I suppose that in the name of transparency, you should inform Stanford of dismissing me. He did ask for every order, after all.&quot; *grin*, and walks away.

Miron:<font color="#000000">*Acting Commander Stanford

Gradia Thorngage:<font color="#000000">That may be a small smirk before she gets back to her writing. (Granted, notice Gradia's reverted to calling him Lieutenant, she wouldn't have pointed it out.) *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">Yeah.

VAE:<font color="#000000">It wasn't that.. it was just.. .the joke had to have the procedure followed.

VAE:<font color="#000000">The acting commander there was used with a lot of emphasis.

VAE:<font color="#000000">hence, missing it out was an error.

Miron:<font color="#000000">And, so, the inquisitor walks off, his head full of entirely different things than half an hour ago. Especially since this doesn't appear to be the last of the troubles.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And that's done, I guess.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Lia log save and send?

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Sure sure. :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">Heh. Sheyth weighing in..

VAE:<font color="#000000">That was the reason Miron was whispering for the first half of the conversation

Meany:<font color="#660033">So.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">As if that'll stop a Ghostelf? :B *BRICK'D*

Meany:<font color="#660033">Ed was talked to.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Roy verbally bitchslapped woman resembling a child.

Meany:<font color="#660033">But the important question remains unanswered.

Meany:<font color="#660033">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Jz-67Rq1TgQ

VAE:<font color="#000000">No, but it'll at least partially prevent everything going right from his mouth into Stanford's ears

Meany:<font color="#660033">Short, nine second vid Lia. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Also, Gradia resembles a child? Maybe if children had thick binders instead of lollipops

Meany:<font color="#660033">A nerdy child, admitted.

Miron:<font color="#000000">You will burn for this heresy! Er.. I mean for this insult. She isn't a goddess. yet

Miron:<font color="#000000">*bricked with a cargoplane full of bricks*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">x3

Liatai:<font color="#000000">That said. I hope the arguments on both sides made a modicum of sense. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">Heh. I wonder just how much of current Miron's attitude comes from reality hitting him with a bat of &quot;No, higher ranks aren't Saint Cuthbert embodied&quot; when he came to yoriver.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And it did. Gradia's side made sense, definitely.

VAE:<font color="#000000">and the situation is delightfully fuzzy enough that both of them have basis to claim authority.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">It's rather funny in retrospect how both branches want the same things -- transparency and an end to the crisis -- but they both suspect each other of backroom dealings. :B

VAE:<font color="#000000">Which just illustrates why ranks exist - if there's no authority, fuckups happen.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Poofing off early soon.

VAE:<font color="#000000">And yeah. I can see some fallacies in there (like, if Miron wasn't the only lower rank there he'd have grilled him over the &quot;does that mean you'll inform us of orders to your staff, too&quot; issue... but it's absolutely believable Stanford would argue that way.&quot;

Liatai:<font color="#000000">... except Roy -has- been pretty transparent with regards to his own orders to his men. :B *brick'd*

VAE:<font color="#000000">As in, all he could do there was stand and look pissed off, for the most part.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Tell that to Miron and Gradia

VAE:<font color="#000000">After all, you don't find about lack of transparency without catching someone pants down

Meany:<font color="#660033">I hate to say this.

VAE:<font color="#000000">?

Meany:<font color="#660033">But if you guys want to explore the logical consequences of branches of policing organizations not working together properly, look into the investigations of the 9/11 attacks.

Meany:<font color="#660033">A lot of the organizations had bits and pieces, that if put together, would have led to the event's being stopped.

VAE:<font color="#000000">*nods*

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Understandable.

VAE:<font color="#000000">That's a brilliant point to make

VAE:<font color="#000000">And it's where a lot of conspiracy theories stem

VAE:<font color="#000000">because it's hard to believe that sort of idiocy wasn't deliberate

Liatai:<font color="#000000">And yet, here we sit with this situation grown organically in a simulated environment. x3

VAE:<font color="#000000">precisely

VAE:<font color="#000000">Hell

VAE:<font color="#000000">All the people present in the issue are of the same allignment and worship the same deity

Meany:<font color="#660033">Not so much the second.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Or the first.

VAE:<font color="#000000">Just that Stanford is somewhat good and Miron somewhat evil. And yes, they are all Cuthbertines

Meany:<font color="#660033">You forget the Hextorites.

Meany:<font color="#660033">Like it or not, they are a part of the issue.

VAE:<font color="#000000">No, but I mean, of the three conflicting folsk

VAE:<font color="#000000">*folks

Meany:<font color="#660033">Ah, I see.

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Yeah, Stanford's one of those characters where I'm not sure if he's LN or LG. ^^;

VAE:<font color="#000000">He's about as much G as miron is E. I suspect i's another murky aura thing

Liatai:<font color="#000000">He tends to act LG, but as Meany said, cross him or his men and he'll &quot;break your fucking back and leave you to the street dogs.&quot; :B


 * Meany pictures a plane travelling between LG and LN, when suddenly the navigation computer fails.

Meany:<font color="#660033">&quot;FUCK FUCK FUCK, WHICH WAY IS UP&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">&quot;I WANT MY MOMMY&quot;

Meany:<font color="#660033">And now I must go.


 * Meany waves.

VAE:<font color="#000000">See ya

Liatai:<font color="#000000">Mmkay, gonna head back to IRC. :3

VAE:<font color="#000000">kewl

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