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Piotr looks confused, he opens his mouth, then shuts it, then looks at Sherlock, then back at Rachel. "Ms. Snow, I thought this was some kind of gang related matter, but werewolves?" he remains where he's standing however, for if there was some truth in the supernatural then there may be...

Harlequin picks his luggage back up, having put it down to talk with the amiable stranger. "I'll do my best," he replies as he follows, the little wheels on his suitcase clicking as they pass over various inconsistencies in the ground. Once clear of any Sleepers he could detect Harlequin...

Diedrik tugs at his goatee with a bruised and battered arm, "I like that idea, I proposed it earlier but I think someone else wanted to burn the corpses. Assuming the ship wouldn't catch fire that still means precious air gets used to fuel the flames."

I'm in the mood for some SWd20, I'll cook up a character.

"Very," Diedrik agrees, for a moment his voice gravely serious, "But we survived. Now we just need to find a way to dispose of those corpses and we should be alright for the immediate future."

"Congratulations Sherlock, she called you useful," Piotr said with a joker's smile. "Ms. Snow, ma'am," Piotr's tone changes a little, while he didn't understand exactly what an alpha was supposed to be he realised it was a position of authority, and he therefore shows some respect, "Sherlock...

"You know that's actually a pretty good idea. Hate to tarnish my own horn but just about anyone with a grasp of divine magic would make a better healer than I," Diedrik says, and shrugs, "I'll have to see if I can pick up a couple of wands at the next port. Even if I'm not the ship's dedicated...

Diedrik nods. "Limp to the next port we shall then. Remind me to pick up some better healing supplies when we're there, Captain. Well, I'm thinking along the lines of healing wands but who's to say anyone has them in stock?"

"Hmm, that makes one hell of a difference," Diedrik says, "Talia, drink away. I'm sure Yuriko won't mind considering the circumstances." Diedrik leans back comfortably against the wall now, in part resting after the intense combat and in part to have a better chance of hearing goings on in the...

"Alright, I'll drink one and if it doesn't kill me you drink one too," Diedrik suggests to Talia. He picks up one of Yuriko's potions and studies it intently, as though he'd somehow be able to tell if it was harmful just by looking at it. Obviously not seeing any clear indication as to the...

Ah, sorry. It's nothing to do with the Guardians, it's just that I took Angel's hook for getting involved which was the book received in the mail. August 5th, 2006 They are everywhere. My lifetime has been one of consequence. I have seen you before, and I will see you again. The man in blue...

(ooc: Oops, I'll fix that. :heh: )

Piotr scratched his head, "Ah, I was never smart. You've lost me, young lady." He turned to cast an appraising eye on Sherlock, then shook his head. "Not pretty enough," he replied to Moriarty, laughing. "Sherlock, I don't want to be chased around for being involved in a murder if you win...

I'm guessing the guy Harlequin is talking to is wearing a significant amount of blue? "Well, I was hoping you could explain the finer details of what I'm meant to be doing here," Harlequin extends a hand to shake, "Call me Harlequin. Is it safe to talk here?"

"If it's still raining you won't want to sleep outside with those injuries," Nurthk said after heping Raven dismantle the contruct, "See if Hiritus or... well, Fendric may not be in the mood to look at injuries at present. I'll check anyway." Nurthk trots over to where Fendric is having his...

By the end of the fight Diedrik is leaning on his sword and is bleeding from a number of locations. "I'm going to go sit down so that I don't end up turning into one of those damn things. I'll have to leave checking the rest of the ship to you," Diedrik says, "My thanks, Kirkesh." He hobbles...

(ooc: Assuming there's nothing of interest to be found then left it is. :D)

(ooc: If that's what it takes then I'll do that and maintain total defense until I can attack.)

(ooc: I'll just wait and make a charge action then. If the AoO comes from the maneuver to flank then I won't try to flank and will just close for combat. It's seems a matter of survival currently so the less we expose ourselves to the better.)

Nurthk brings up his axe. "Hold up, Raven. You've done more than your share. Sit this one out," he says, stepping over and laying one of the axe heads into the machine. [ooc: Attack Roll: to hit - 18 ; damage - 6 slashing, 4 fire /ooc]