Dullone598: (And knowing is half the battle!)<br/>HomerinNYC: " The... Thames?" he says, raising an eyebrow.<br/>circlmastr: "That would be it, yes."<br/>Tenshi Muse:  "Indeed," Alissara tossed over her shoulder before giving the sailor instructions, "Be sure the ship is in maximum possible condition, 'lest the fight come to us there."<br/>HomerinNYC: " Ah." The man looks a tad flustered, but he doesn't mention anything about it.<br/>Tenshi Muse:  "What do you know of it, sailor?"<br/>HomerinNYC: " Well... I'm sure you are familiar with the superstitious attitude that most sailors have about the sea." He quietly looks off into the distance. " The Thames is a perfect example of why."<br/>Tenshi Muse:  Alisara instictivly turned her eyes on the man, peering into his eyes with intrest and stretching forth her hand for a split instant as if wishing it were not above her station to touch him.<br/>Tenshi Muse:  "Please, tell on."<br/>circlmastr: (Do I need to turn the hose on Alisara, or can she keep from flinging herself at all the sailors? heh)<br/>Tenshi Muse:  (Not at all, she's using the subtle implication of intrest to draw them out.)<br/>HomerinNYC: " It plunders the graves of the dead, ma'am. It robs the Sea of what belongs to it rightfully." He quietly shrugs. " The crew is simply the icing on the cake."<br/>Tenshi Muse:  (trouble is, she's a shy grease monkey who got these skills from a shogunate era player.)<br/>Tenshi Muse:  Alisara arched an eyebrow, "Is the salvage vessel's crew unusual?"<br/>HomerinNYC: " Extremely, ma'am. They're good men and women all, but unusual is a definite."<br/>Dullone598: "Unusual...how?"<br/>Tenshi Muse:  "How so?"<br/>HomerinNYC: " The crew is mostly made up of a clan from the Far West, Beastmen." He quietly takes out a small pipe, because every sailor keeps a pipe for dramatic readings.<br/>Dullone598: "...oh."<br/>circlmastr: "I'm sure they're all quite capable."<br/>HomerinNYC: " Fair's fair, they're a hell of a lot more peaceful than the average Beastman, but people still get suspicious of them." He takes a puff, and coughs a bit, pounding his chest- it doesn't look like he's a regular smoker.<br/>Tenshi Muse:  "Oh," Alisara whispered, taking a step back and covering her mouth with one hand, but seemingly more fascinated than ever by the sailor's story.<br/>Dullone598: "I'd imagine."  She looks a little flustered, but there are worse things out there than beastmen.  Like Tsung Lain.  "How soon can we leave?"<br/>HomerinNYC: " It just brings a lot of odd looks. We'll be heading out when you're ready." He quietly puffs from the pipe again, coughing a bit more, as he leaves the Manse.<br/>circlmastr: "I doubt that man is a smoker."  Ofuji looks over Alisara and Amaya.  "Shall we proceed, then?  Or do you need to make preparations?"<br/>Tenshi Muse:  "I'd find it wisest to spend a day fine tuning my armor, and whoever got that hearthstone needs to attune to it."<br/>circlmastr: "Very well."<br/>Dullone598: Amaya sighs, adjusting the swords strapped to her back.  "I'd want to notify my next of kin, but frankly, I imagine they'll be proud if I die serving the Empress.  I'm as ready as I'll ever be."<br/>circlmastr: "We have a day; if you wish to write a letter, I can have it taken back to the Imperial city along with some of mine."<br/>Dullone598: She considers this, before shaking her head.  "There's not much point.  I might as well save the ink."<br/>circlmastr: Ofuji can't help but chuckle lightly.  "I have brought plenty, but suit yourself."<br/>HomerinNYC: Well, I take it that we'll be doing a little downtime? Any reason to not skip forward until you're nearing the Thames, or would your characters like some time to talk while on the ship-ride?<br/>Dullone598: (I'm okay with a fast-forward.)<br/>circlmastr: (Same)<br/>Tenshi Muse: Alissara spent the next four hours giving her armor a total maintance and diagnostic while nursing her tea.<br/>Tenshi Muse:   Then she spent another hour, part trembling, part elated by finaly having the confience to make her decision,<br/>Tenshi Muse: to bathe and don subtle make ups and rosy essence before slipping into the room where Ofuji sleapt and creeping to the side of his bed.<br/>Tenshi Muse:  She curtsied, and whispered huskily, "Ofuji...  Forgive my forewardness, but...  I don't wish to go into battle a virgin."  (And, aside from his reaction, I'm perfectly happy skipping to the new day there.)<br/>Dullone598: (Ellipsis.)<br/>HomerinNYC: ( If so, you can take care of it in IM. :-P)<br/>Tenshi Muse:  (:P)<br/>circlmastr: (Aaaaaanyway....)<br/>HomerinNYC: ( This reminds me- Keep track of your 'relations', particularly Circl. Good fodder for reincarnations.)<br/>Tenshi Muse:  (ready to move on.)<br/>Tenshi Muse:  (Oh, and I trust you know what that tea was, Homer?)<br/>HomerinNYC: ( Heh. And Circl was just discussing the evil GM ideas possible with such.)<br/>circlmastr: (Safe sex is so much less dramatic than unprotected sex. ;P heh)<br/>HomerinNYC: ( " I switched your Maiden's Tea with Chai." The Exalted equivelant of the Tic-Tacs replacing birth control...)<br/>HomerinNYC: ( Which also brought up a funky idea for a torture. Three uses of Maiden's Tea makes a person permanently infertile. Torture for Realm DBs?)<br/>HomerinNYC: The captain wakes you each up the next morning. " We approach the Thames. Come to the deck if you'd like the first look."<br/>Dullone598: ("Congratulations!  You're worthless now!")<br/>circlmastr: (NOW it's fucking RAWR)<br/>circlmastr: (I am dragged off)<br/>HomerinNYC: ( K.)<br/>Tenshi Muse:  (Doh!  Next week?)<br/>circlmastr: (Sorry all)<br/>HomerinNYC: Well, I'm willing to give out 4 XP, because we got a short session in.<br/>Tenshi Muse:  Whoo-hoo!<br/>circlmastr has left the room.<br/>HomerinNYC: Also, I'm hoping that we can keep the pace going on the board to get to the fight with the Lunar by the next session.