Sorana

Jessy nodded at Cenna. "Stealing is perfectly fine. I want to survive, not win some award for folliwing laws, that might or not might exist on this planet." She opened her food ration and took a part of the food out. "Can you work with that as well?" @Blessing of Potency

Sagitta dreamt. She stood in her line, her hands closed around her sword. "This is wrong." Fennon said to her right. "We should be up there, in the center of the line, not to the side. We can hold this ground, but we will be surrounded once the other line breaks." Sagitta's eyes followed his words looked over their lines. He was right. Their position was an unusual one. But unusual didn't mean bad. Only unusual. Their officer knew what to do. If you stopped trusting your officer, they you were lost. She forced some playfullness into her voice, hid her anxiety before a battle. "Don't worry about it." She told him. "Even if the line breaks, the reserve will be there to throw them back." Fennon grunted, shook his head. "They won't. Light infantry won't be able to stop them. Even with their pikes. Once the center breaks, the fleeing men will destroy the order of the reserve, and without some order to present these barbarians a wall of spears they will loose immediatly. They will ride over them." Sagitta didn't reply anymore, instead she watched, the nomads brand against their center, watched the men scream, smelled after a while the stench of blood. Time seemed to slow, until the line broke. Then it was chaos, storming towards the line, rushing towards the nomads - who had waited for them. Something exploded in front of them and she was thrown backwards, instinctively softened her impact on the ground, pushed herself back up. A shaman. They had brought a shaman. Everybody knew of them, rare, but when they were around, things exploded. Sagitta narrowed her eyes, looked through the lines, there, towards the end. She screamed, loudly, a realy scream, that could be heard for miles, then she walked towards them. Staggered, as she was barely able to stay upright, her balance upset, her head ringing. She knew she was hurt, the pain everything that kept her going, and she would go. She would rip him apart. Her feet made crunching noises when she stepped on the bones of her former until, the blood turning the ground into mud, just like she had expected. The screams of the injured filled her ears, but she continued her way towards them. Loud screams announced the reserve arriving, forced the attention of the nomads to them and then she was close. Another scream left her throat, of pain, of fury. You had to scream to spurn yourself on, and so she ran, ran towards the shaman, watched him turn to her, lifted her sword and ran him through. A teiumphant, feral yell on her lips she removed his weight, lifted her sword up into the wind, the body still hanging from it, a crazy gleam in her eyes. "I will kill you. All of you." She promised the nomads that stared at her as if she was a demon. Sagitta charged their lines, her feet hit the ground once, twice, her leg gave up and she tumbled to the ground, her mind finally fleeing the pain.

Mike closed his fingers around the Bendalloymind. Hurt them. Make them fear him. Stay in control. Grateful he pocketed the metalmind and nodded. "Yes. That is a good idea. I will stay in control." It felt good to have a way,a possibility. This was his body and he wouldn't give it away, no. His body. His alone. They would follow his orders. A grim smile spread on his lips when he pushedhimself away from the wall. Orders. They had some orders to follow as well. "We should go. I doubt the Righthand will be pleased if we take hours." Slowly he closed his fingers around Seom's, held her hand for a moment, thankful that she was here, that she accepted him like that. @Sherlock Holmes @I think I am here.

Shana looked Doc straight in the eyes. "You said you don't know. We saw these crystals influence innocents. Or they just made a bad decision." She shook her head. "Are we willing to bet their lives, on a vague, nobody probably tried? I don't think I am." Smiling at Cassie she showed her a thumbs up. "Congratulations on the fifth oath." Although something felt off. To advance just like that? By asking? There was a nagging thought in the back of her head, that there had to be a catch.

"I can take someone with me on the bus, without having to pay." Wita smiled at them, opened her purse and help up a card. It showed her face, and a disabled symbol. They had handed it to her, to get to the place where she worked. "There's a station close by. My bus home stops there." She paused for a moment, packed her own purse away and looked through the one of the dead man. "He had some money as well, if we want to use that." @Eluvianii @I think I am here. @Hope Spren

"We could take a taxi." Wita suggested, without any idea how far it was. "I like taxis. I always imagine it's a surprise where I end up." @I think I am here. @Hope Spren

"I don't know." Mike whispered, slowly pushed himself back to his feet. He looked at the spike again, wiped the blood of the metal. "I wanted them gone for years, but now that she's gone I wish I had her back." Standing up he pocketed the spike, it felt right to keep it, it had been a part of him for so long. Leaning against a wall he took a moment to consider Wes words. "It's not like I ask them to do something." He explained, " They just take control and then I have to watch whatever they do. I have no idea how to stress some attributes of them. I just try to stay in control. Squid is nice, Wolf protects they all are different. But maybe you can keep them in check with food. I don't mind, should you want to try one day." He fell silent, smiled at his friends, felt Fox stir again. Fox. His hand formed a fist when fear surged again. @Sherlock Holmes @I think I am here.

Sadly, you are right.

"Please come." Wita asked them both, though more Kira. She wanted to play with the fairy a bit longer. Happily she stayed at Marcel's side, grateful that he'd agreed to help her, explain things to her. "It's a good day." She added quietly, thoughtfully. Because it was true. The corpse - death was just a part of life, nothing more. Looking down at the stamp again she traced it's design with her finger. Beautiful. Like a story she couldn't read, couldn't understand. Maybe he could explain that as well. What he did, how he made these beautiful designs. Smiling she imagined a whole canvas full of them. A whole mural. Beautiful. "Thank you." @Eluvianii @Hope Spren @I think I am here.

"That's an option." Jessy inclined her head in agreement. Then she looked back at John again. "As you know the way to the lake - after you? I doubt standing around will help us."

Shana grabbed another pancake and took a bite. "Do we have a plan what to do next? Apart from homework I mean?" She considered her own words. "What do you think of capturing a Voidbringer and try to free them?" @Wyndlerunner @Lunamor @Eluvianii @AonEne @Dr. Dapper @Hope Spren @Lord Furret

Lena grinned excitedly. "We won't. See you later Eve." She opened the door and then looked back at the kitchen. "Oh and don't eat the plants on the table. The tacos are safe though." It would be sad if Eve poisoned herself while she wasn't here to spectate. Waiting for Alask to join here, her grin waned slightly, was replaced by a real smile. A place to stay. For her and Mart. And Alask knew and her, about her hobby. And he'd still offered that she could stay. She hadn't had a place like that ever since she'd killed her husband. It felt good, like an ice sculpture you admired and knew that it would melt. She would ruin this. She always did. But there was no reason not to enjoy it while she could. @Silva @I think I am here.

Mike felt Seom press something against his body and the pain lessened, the blood stopped flowing. He felt better, as if something else healed as well, and closed his eyes. Porcupine. Wes word had him open them again and the other boy patted his shoulder. "Porcupine." Mike whispered as well, looked at the spike in his hand. "She kept fox in check, toned wolf down." His voice was flat, empty. "She wanted to flee, but she made me go on, never gave up." His phone beeped and pressed a button, didn't pick up. Busy. What's up? He texted instead, hoped that whoever it was, would leave him alone. He wanted to curl up, do nothing but crawl beneath his bed and pretend nothing had happened. "It's not okay." Looking up at Wes he sighed. "How am I supposed to keep them in check, without her? I, I am going crazy with all of them in my head, and fox, I can't control fox. Fox will eat me up, will take control. I have no idea what to do, I'm falling apart." @Goldeneye63 @I think I am here. @Sherlock Holmes

"Of the White Rose." Uncomfortably she clapsed her hands together. "I thought they might have a way to banish the ghosts. It's what a church does. Make sure the dead stay dead. At least I hope that they can do it. I figured it can't hurt to ask."

"Take it as a lesson in selfcontrol." She replied simply and then moved until she was half sitting, half lying down. "Wake me when your watch is over?" Closing her eyes she allowed her body to relax. Crickets woke up outside, filled the night and she relaxed further, her thoughts running around a short while before exhaustion claimed her and she fell asleep. @Lunamor

Zokora sighed. "It's worse when I'm tense, on the edge. Like today with the fighting. Like memories I can never wash off." She fell silent, took another sip, then she took out her folder and leaved through it, the familiar words calming her. "It's why I work for Althea, instead of actively..." Her hand made a gesture, to indicate a more active part in the organization. She knew, that there were better fits for the position, but it gave her something to do. "I'd planed to ask at the church if they know how to banish ghosts, but they were busy and I doubt that I'm really welcome here. I mean, I dealt with that for years. I can go on." I just don't want to.

"Yes, sorry." Zokora sat down again, put the knife away. Was she alright? She wasn't sure, but still she forced a smile on her face. "Yes, I think I am." It was Deteca after all. How would it seem if Althea's assistant admitted loudly that she was crazy?

Zokora's eyes followed the knife dripping blood, evaded the stab and drew her own. A part of her knew, that it wasn't real, that it was only in her mind, but it felt real. It was real. She ducked beneath a clumsy blow and hit the man on the knee, her foot connecting with another stool. “Zokora?” she heard Deteca “Are you all right?” At first she ignored the question, concentrated on the fight, then the question replayed in her head again. Deteca. She aimed for the man's throat, killed him quickly, watched him fall to the ground, blood pooling around her feet. Slowly she turned her head. "Ghosts." She replied tonelessly. "They hunt me, they kill me."

I'll take a book. Just because I can

I figured

Hmm... It's saturday...

Zokora grinned and then pointed at a ferry that was loaded this moment. "Don't laugh." She warned and watched how the ferry swallowed a vehicle. "It's fascinating how much they can fit in their bellies. Like a whale eating food. All vehicles look small next to the ferry and they drive in there and vanish. Then the next one vanishes. And the next one. It's peaceful and slow, quiet. And fascinating to watch." She took a sip of her drink and shook her head at her own words. Like a child. But then she'd done this ever since she was a child. Zokora gasped in pain when a blade was stabbed through her hand and she whirled around. The dead man was there, suddenly, as if out of nothing. He laughed and aimed for her belly next, but she jumped up, ripped her hand free her stool tumbling to the ground. "Go away." She hissed at the ghost, moved into a fighting stance. He'd killed her once today. Once was enough.

Wita laughed when Kira walked towards them without turning away from Lewis. It looked funny, although it seemed a bit weird? She knew they were still talking, but she didn't strain her ears to listen to them. A plan. They needed some kind of plan, which she would leave to Marcel. He seemed wise. Huming the melody of Sugar, sugar she waited for him to reply, still holding his seal. The other man had cried, as if in pain. But then it had stopped. Wita shivvered and stored more to get rid of that thought.

"Because we're trying to find another ship to travel home." Jessy replied wryly, then forced a polite expression on her face. "As he said, I'm Jessy. And at the moment we are looking for water, shelter and some food. You don't happen to be able to help with that?"

I fear you are right...