Apart from all worlds.

Mykael stands slowly, unsure of what to do. "Perhaps we should post haste now. That did take a bit of time, and I'd prefer not to die on this world."
 

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For a moment Keane considers going after the fleeing gang members and finishing this the right way, but he quickly drops the thought. This group wasn't anything like his old squad and survival always takes precedence.

Dropping to one knee next to the man felled by Jacques [Ganger 5], he checks him for lifesigns. While he does so, a compartment on his right shoulder opens and with a slight whirring sound the armour's targeting monocle rises out of its casing to cover his right eye.

After Keane's finished with the examination, he turns around and lets the monocle do its magic on the guy he had downed himself [Ganger 1].*



* Full-round action to "read" the target's current hit points.
 


Vela looks down at her injury...a glancing flesh wound, and shakes her head.

"This will heal. Besides we shouldn't stop to tend in the middle of this crowd. I'll try to find somewhere safer..."

She starts trying doors, and looking for someplace the party can hunker down for a moment to catch its breath without being in full sight of a city full of maniacs.
 

Jacques walks to Jaguar inspecting the couple of scratches he got from the knives and answers her in spanish. "Nothing too bad. Their fencing skills were inferior. But do tell me, how did you move that power-line? You have very powerful skills."
 

Pale Jaguar sat down on the hood of the car. She glanced toward the power line in amazement as it sparked and sent powerful arcs of electricity into the puddle. "I did not know your 'rope' can carry lightning..." She smiled then glanced towards Jacques as she replied in spanish, "I did not move it. I only told Lord Raxa-Caculha where to moved it for me..."

She glanced down at the dead gang member, "The conquistadors also call me a witch...." She paused for a while then continues in Latin, "The priests told me that only they can create miracles because they do the holy work of the true god.... They said that everyone else who uses magic is a witch and that their magic is evil and is given to them demons" She gave Jacques a worried glance as she whispered in spanish, "My mom knew magic... Would your people say I am me a witch?"
 

With effort Jacques deciphers the general meaning of Jaguar's latin and sits down next to her answering in spanish. "I'm sorry, my latin is not too good. I write it well but haven't learned to speak too good. I quess that most people from my world would call you a witch too but mainly because there was no belief in magic. If this day hadn't turned what it turned into, even I wouldn't believe what you just did. But you are no witch, you are a Fée. A servant of the nature." He looks at the girl and smiles then turning his attention to the powerline. "Ah yes, they do carry the lightning, as you put it. People of this world as well as mine, create the lightnings in big fortresses and then transfer them through these lines to power many wondrous things. Now that I think about it, all that must seem like magic to you too." He tried to put the explanation in words that she could relate to.
 

Pale Jaguar thought it strange that people would not believe in magic of any kind. It did not surprise her that Jacque's people would call her a witch, but at least Jacques would call her a servant of nature. That is what mattered.

She slid off the car's hood then carefully walked to the downed wire, making sure not to step in the puddle. After a moment, she glanced towards Jacques. "So, That 'rope' is like an aqueduct for lightning? Your peoples technology magic is impressive. The conquistadors did not have technology like that.."

After a moment, she then turned to face Jacob. "How far is the capital from here?"



Note: In her mind the differentiates "technology" from "technology magic" would be pretty much be the inclusion of electronics, combustion engines, and actual magic in any device.
 
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"It's just over there"

Jacob leads your group on down the road, to a gate at the large fence surrounding the palace looking structure. The "capital" is a definite blend of American post colonial styles and British architecture. The armed guards at the gate initially try to turn you away but Jacob speaks to them privately and they let your group through.

The guards seal the gate behind you and you move to the building as you see the guards turning more people away behind you.
 


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