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Saw the Space Opera advert and started singing, "and these dreams, they all seem empty, like my concious seem to be. I've spent hours, Only lonely..."
2 yrs ago
People confess to me all the time. I’m a faith leader. There is very little the surprises me any more.
2 yrs ago
Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beber in it.
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Was just called a Boomer. Just remember I will retire before you and my music did not have Beyer in it!

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When all hell started to break loose on the Docks, Fu decided it was time to move. The cannon blasts added such a nice touch to making everyone duck and cover.

In the confusion he headed towards the ship. This was the perfect distraction as long as he did not get shot by the sheriff’s men or from the cannons.

In then sailors scrambling on the dock, someone yelled at him, “Release the port bow Mooring line and make it snappy!”
Fu grabbed the line and lifted it around the post that was holding it. To his surprise the rope was heavier than he expected and he barely managed to free it. He was going to step into the loop and ride up on to the ship till the rope stated to slide off the dock and down into the water.

Seeing that this was a bad plan, He scrambled into a group of sailors that were grabbing the last of the items from shore and boarding the ship. Fu grabbed a small crate and headed up the plank. Cannon fire was the blessing that he needed to get onboard and get past the Captain and First Mate.

He set the crate down on the pile and moved to the starboard rail. The next salvo allowed Fu to head down the hatch stairs and gave him time to find a dry room to hide in.
Fu worked his way to the edge of the roof and watched as the fight unfold. The poor donkey took the worst of it, arrow wounds, and injuries. He had hoped to use the Sheriff and his men as a distraction to sneak about the ship. Now, it seemed that this cast of misfits needed a distraction so they could make it to the ship without being killed. Such an event would be inconvenient and costly.
Wim dropped his hand into a pouch on his belt and pulled out a single glass ball and held it in his right fingers. With his left hand, he moved in front of it making the single ball become two. Then with his other hand, he did a flourish like he was in front of a crowd now holding four. With a snap of his arm, while holding it up. Three of the balls disappeared into his sleeve and he was holding one. With a snap of his arm, the three glass balls in his sleave were projected out into the crowd of the Sheriff's men. He held up the one again making it disappear.

What ensued after was a bit of Chaos as the glass balls hit and the chemical reactions took place. Fu had planned to use smoke and the first one was. Thick black smoke erupted and started to billow in the street. Balls two and three were a glorious mistake. When the second ball hit, a concussive sound erupted with a bit of a shock wave from point of impact. Less than a second later the third ball hit with the same effect. One would have expected that shards of glass would have filled the air, but the rate of reaction and the thin glass made the glass into a fine powdery mist that would hard on the eyes, nose, and skin. The blasts would have done more damage with the shock wave on the ears.

When he saw the effect he did not take his bow, he started running again heading for the ship. It would not take long for someone to point out who had thrown those little bombs. He was the only one on the roof of the building running. He leaped across an alleyway landing on a rail of a porch falling through the window of a sailor's brothel and bouncing off of an occupied bed and onto the floor. He went grabbed the woman's dress and hat and pounded out the door as she screamed and the sailor was trying to recover enough to come beat him up.

In the Stairwell, he slid the dress over his head and placed the hat on his head. Then he let his long hair go loose. He worked his way down the stairs. On the landing, he grabbed two pieces of fruit and stuffed them into the top of the dress giving it some shape where it was needed. It was grapefruit and orange.

As men were running up the stairs, he moved out of the way and using a false voice and covering his face, he pointed upwards and said, "He's hiding up there." He went quicker down the stairs through the kitchen and out into a court yard that exited out onto the street.

Moving out he headed for the ship to figure out how he would sneak aboard.

Interested

If you would have described Fu as being one of the most observant people on the planet you would have been wrong. It took bumping into a deputy for Fu to realize that something was up. The good news for Fu was they were not looking for him at the moment but others. Fu watched the scene playing out like a poorly planned game of Go. Pieces were bring flipped driving the thieves towards a trap of the Sheriff's choosing. Fu could not believe that they would use a wagon with a donkey. People would slow that down as they moved through the crowds. "These poor souls were going to need help!" Fu though to himself.

Fu started working his way through the crowd. Being shoved pushed back, it was clear that he was only going to go as fast as the crowd wanted to go. Trying to fight the stream was also drawing attention to him in the wrong way. Like his wearing white robes and carrying a colored stick was not enough to get strange looks from people to start with. Fu did the only thing he could think of. He headed for the rooftops.

Now to describe Fu as one of the most graceful people on the planet would also be a mistake. He started up a stall wall, onto the barn roof, then on to house. He released his spring loaded grapple and swung to the next building, landing flat then working his way up to the roof. Then it was a down hill sprint to get into position. It was slightly distracted by a woman preparing for a bath and an older couple that insisted that he have a cup of tea.

and ran leaping over the alley ways trying to get ahead of the wagon so he could set up an ambush.
Fu Ming

Location: The Faded Lantern

Fu Ming loved a crowd. He loved the noise, the emotional energy, and the sheer power it had. A smile came across his face as he palmed his pigeon's car with a flourish and redirected people's eyes up towards his shoulders as he brought his hand up and added exciting surprising words. This routine had been practiced so much that he barely had to think about it.

Fu loved the crowd and they loved him! He loved it the most when they were watching him. A new crowd always held the promise of something new happening. This was something that Fu's parents never understood. To be honest most people did not understand this. They would rather live in their drab mostly black and white world, with a little color added in. He had power over them and they were giving it to him. They were believing his story and the lie.

He could feel their need for the climax. So he strings them along just a little more. Weaving the story richer and deeper. This was like foreplay his Master had told him and what got them to throw coins into your hat or on the stage.

"Hold very still," he asked the pretty redheaded woman that was slightly drunk. redheads always made the reactions just that much bigger. It is even better if the pigeon is one that people wanted to look at. He stepped around behind her positioning himself for the kill. He bent her forward slightly giving the crowd "the money view." He acted like he was pulling the card from her hair letting her feel the card slide against her skin. A look of shock flashed across her face as he showed her the card.
She gasped and said, "That is not my card."
The tension in the crowd broke with the letdown as he showed the card.

Then with two snaps of his hand up and down, the card changed from a red two to a black two.
"I think your hair might have been tangled in it still," he said drawing applause and laughs from the crowd.
Some three coins into his hat and others shook their head in amazement.

Two of his other partners had been working the crowd picking pockets. With the Sheriff and the guards arriving, it was time to take the show on the road.

As he walked down the street he came across the Faded Lantern. It was a meetup place for folks like him, people with questionable pasts and futures while under cover of a nice tavern.

His partners slid him his share across the table as the Sheriff walked in.
Fu did the only thing he could do, he hid.

Before he could get out, two of the bar escorts dropped a patron into the booth and started to work him over. It could have been quite entertaining if Fu could see the girls and not the man's hairy legs and ankles. Fu slid further under the seat as the man passed gas making the space unbearable. On the other side, he heard a Lord Something and a woman talking about a ship and a treasure and that sounded interesting. He needed to get out of town before the Sheriff had his wanted poster in hand.

Tomorrow, he would be on that ship..
Name
Fu Ming

Age: 20
Origin: Lymms
Ethnicity:Jin-zho
Religion:

Level 1
Occupation: Comnan/stage magician/gadgeteer
Demeanor: Very out going, charming, showman
Disposition: happy go lucky, ordered
Motivation: legacy

Currency: 5gold 60bits
Armor: Robes

Vitality: 10
Status:


Name
Fu Ming

Age: 20
Origin: Lymms
Ethnicity:Jin-zho
Religion:

Level 1
Occupation: Comnan/stage magician/gadgeteer
Demeanor: Very out going, charming, showman
Disposition: happy go lucky, ordered
Motivation: legacy

Currency:
Armor: Robes

Vitality: 10
Status:


Something like Dresden files
Prayers for you and yours.

Andrew Blare



After some serious consideration, he did what any slob living in the slums would do. He headed for the “Grand Bazar.” It was a place you could get just about anything you wanted if you were willing to pay. Somethings took time to get. It was where the criminal underworld met and corps dumped tech and equipment that was broken. Andrew loved the place because if you were a bit creative, you could make things that were useful and fix things that were longer working.

Andrew walked the cramped walkways and alleyways between stalls. Many of the more “reputable” merchants Andrew knew by name. Some of the less reputable he knew as well, but he tried not to deal with people that wouldn’t pay.

He was after a metal lathe, a milling machine, and electronic repair tools. Andrew did not want to spend the rest of his life cleaning sewers and fixing electrical wire. He had dreams of making it out of the slums, or at least to a better part of it.

These things were fairly easy to find, since he could take them in not completely working order. He also bought drones for parts.

It left him enough to buy some real food and not the lab grown synthetic stuff.
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