Bradeton placed his hand over his castemark, taking a breif moment to watch the blood flow through his body through his glowing and reddened hand.  Without taking more than a moment to pause, he thrust himself into the bathroom of his cabin, leaning over the stool and letting the glowing aura of power coming from his forehead launch downward into the sea.  His heart raced as he tried to relax; in just 20 minutes he'd be well enough to go to bed without launching a ray of light through his ship, and 20 minutes after that he'd stop glowing so hard.<br/><br/>Of course, he still had an hour before he could exist in polite society.  Bradeton's hands gently played across his clothes, and he pulled at them with a forceful motion, rendering himself naked in the space of a second.  His clothes hung in the air for a moment, as if impaled by the rays of light shooting from his body.  As they fell to the floor in slow motion, without looking, Bradeton grabbed the entire set of bleached and disintegrating clothes and threw them down the head, letting them slide down the greased shaft that led to the sea.<br/><br/>Elsewhere took a few more deep breaths, trying hard to steady himself.  The first few times he'd done this he threw up several times.  Hence why the bathroom was the best place to go when he was in such a delicate condition.  Yet... it also turned him on more than anything else.  "Nemesis?  Are you still there?"  He called, blushing a little bit as he let his mind wander.<br/><br/><br/>Rolling for letter:<br/><br/>Roll Result: Great Triangle rolled: 9d10<br/>First Target Number: 7<br/>Second Target Number: 10<br/>Comment: Second Excellency for +4 successes<br/>Result: 2, 10, 10, 4, 6, 10, 10, 10, 8,<br/>For: 2, 2, 2, 2, 2, 1, 0, 0, 0,<br/>Total: 16<br/><br/>(recovering 4 motes for stunt)