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From the day he had sought out Evaristus Sicamedes, he had sworn to discard the life he had once live, and devote himself entirely to his master. Truthfully, it hadn't been a hard choice. His life had been an empty shell; a structure that could never hold the things he wanted no matter how hard he tried. The truth of this had eluded him for many years before he realized a singular truth. Just as with a broken blade, he would never be whole until he was reforged. Under the tutelage of his master, he had found the fires necessary for this task. Through death, and time, and space, he had followed his master; never wavering, never questioning, always learning. Constant training had left him in control of his curses, and taken him even further than that. Evaristus was the undisputed Grandmaster of the Sicamedes school, but Jackson was confidant that he was at least in the top five as far as practitioners of the style went. Well... maybe top ten. His lessons had been intense, frequently leaving him with new scars. The tattoos that adorned his body each covered a scar he had received through his training, and he was grateful for each one. Their travels had left other strange marks on him as well. When he looked at his reflection now, he could hardly believe that the man staring back at him was once the frail boy that he had been. Though not out of his twenties, he looked at least a decade older; something he was sure he would never get used to. On the other hand, he had received a few flattering glances from the opposite sex since he had returned to Valucre, so it wasn't all bad. Having returned from a circuit of the grounds, he bowed to his master and reported, "All quiet so far Master." @dvsn

Cerebri walked a few paces before he heard that voice in his head. warning about Uhltor's might or somesuch. He was not really paying attention, instead choosing to focus on the signs that were on the walls. That cat paw was something awfully familiar to him, like he had seen it somewhere before... then it struck him. "Stay close," he called to the rest of the group. Without looking back to see if they they had heard him, Cerebri bounded from rock to rock, reaching the fourth one and squinting again in the direction the previous arrow had pointed. Soon he spotted the next paw, this time pointing toward a moss covered stone. Taking 5 steps towards it, the Helldriver bent down and plucked a small lump off the rock and popped it into his mouth, slowly chewing on it. The moss smelled like old socks but tasted of buttered potatoes, which made Cerebri gag a little, yet savour the taste somewhat. Powering through the nasty smell, he swallowed. Instantly the world lit up around him. He saw luminescent trails that led off into the distance, each fork that led to an abrupt halt. He surmised that those were trap-laden areas of the cave. All except for two. Following the trail, he came to the split in the road. "Ingest that moss you see on the floor there if you need it," Cerebri said gruffly, pointing in the general direction of where he picked it. "It's called atiin chʼil, or the guided herb. Smells unpleasant, but it grants a manner of... Pathsight, if you will." Pointing in the direction of the two forks, he added, "It also seems like we are going to have to split up to fully explore the cave. Who wants to lead the other?"  

With the duchess' understanding, the mage turned towards the end of the large chamber and watched as Enid moved ahead, being pulled by the dowsing affect of her magic. Arthur maneuvered his rucksack in front of himself and rummaged through the front pouch for his travel journal. Retrieving the leather-bound journal, the mutant readjusted his bag and followed after his companion. From his perspective, the new room was a complete mess and the mage seemed at an utter loss to make sense of the old puzzle. Fortunately, however, he knew Enid was way more suited to such challenges and would assist her upon request. Arthur opened his journal as he came to a stop in front of a particular bas-relief, beginning to commit the image to paper in a lazy sketch. "Say, Henderson," the mage called out to the marine, his fingers working the pencil expertly over the blank page, "What civilization even built this place and when?" As he awaited a response from the other man, Arthur's curiosity made his mind wander as if he would arrive at the answer before Henderson could reply. Of course, the mutant had no way of making such observations, but it didn't stop the wonder that was displayed so clearly upon his features. "I'll be right there," Arthur replied as Enid called for a light. The mage walked over as he charmed his pencil; the utensil coming to life and continuing to draw on the page even as Arthur released it. The mutant turned his attention on Enid, maneuvering his free hand in a quick gesture before speaking a Name in the old tongue. As he did so, a small orb of white light erupted from his index finger, and illuminated the hole that Enid indicated when Arthur manipulated the orb into a ray that shined directly inside the gap in the stone wall. "What do you see anyways?" @Tyler @Lady Gilaen

Papers were strewn all about; people shuffled back and forth busily throughout the long hallways, greeting one another and carrying on various conversations about different cases, events and the like. One girl shuffled her files, but they were to spill about along the hall floors, making her chase after them wrecklessly though. She bit her lower lip, whimpering in angst. "I'm never going to get the hang of this new job. Everyone just walks right PAST me like I don't even exist!! Why won't anyone HELP me? Oh mann…………." she spoke to herself in a fit of frustration. "Ah Lithium Anna Taylor, age twenty-two.....You STILL trying to NOT be clumsy handling paperwork again eh? Let me help you gather those up then young lady." Said a hulking of a voice. She was to look up to see a very tall-looking creature; he was covered in short, white, shiny fur; Wolf-like in the facial features as well. He was to kneel down and began to help the nervous rookie gather up those papers quickly, not even letting go of his panting a bit. "The Name is Shakra Devonessio Paul Johnson DAICHON Revere...But everyone just calls me "P.J" for short. Im fairly new here myself, but because my master Benaires had a bad habit of always getting into trouble with the Chief, I'm pretty popular around here as well. Here we go; let's get you over to where you are supposed to be going. Hey, have you had anything to eat yet? I'm a pit puckish myself, but I can't eat much these days." "Uhm, n-no, as a matter of fact. I'm starving myself. What did you have in mind P.J? And it s a pleasure that someone still knows Chivalry around here as well!!! Thanks heheh…" Lithium replied, all while smiling brightly. Someone had just made her day!!! "Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are surprisingly cute? I' ve never seen anyone with Opal-colored eyes....strange indeed." She also blerted out, while blushing. Her face was as red as a beet!!! PJ twitched his four ears back and forth, now taking the boxes from her in and into his hulking arms, now giggling some, "I get that all of the time!! My Master says its genetic somehow...Do you KNOW of Master Benaires Lithium?" He asked, as they weaved through passing employees in that same motion, now headed for the Cafeteria. "I've read UP on him and his hi-jynx adventures with many people and many walks of life. I've never met him personally though."   They the continued to walk on over to the rather large Cafeteria, now taking in the scents of Fresh Coffee, Tea and Bagels!! She had never been to the Cafeteria before: she was always bringing cold Pizza or something of that degree to work with her since she was always busily running errands for other people from within the facility!!

Flames erupted in a fiery explosion that licked out for the man with deadly... light? Well. Yeah. That's how fire worked. It's a heat source, sure. But what isn't separated from that occurrence is the light cast by the blistering heat that in said moment forces the shadows away. The skeleton might have been bullshit, but Ed wasn't out of bullshit either. Feel regret? Make a last ditch effort to protect something vital? Nah. [Counterattack][Move action: two down] The AK clicked dry before Ed was projected backwards through the Norkotian Squaad. Did he truly have to continue to put rounds into the literally now exploding skeleton? No. There was no concrete gain to be had in expending any more ammunition on the particular target. It was just that pissing on that things grave was currently an impractical matter at best and bullets were an acceptable silver medal. Gripping the rifle Ed proceeded to stave in the back of the grappling zombies head with the stock. Another upside of an uru weapon? Pretty much anything you made out of it doubled as an effective club.