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Fugitive Powers

Hanged Man, how do we handle the timeskip from where Tim and Miriam are and straight into Brooklyn?

Fugitive Powers

Hanged Man, how do we handle the timeskip from where Tim and Miriam are and straight into Brooklyn?

Fugitive Powers

Four days walking, alone with a such a young and petite girl?

Oh yes, trust the Priest. Follow him where he goes.

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Sorry for the rather short post. Don't have much material to go on.

We do know New York still suffers from battle damage, but how are things on the transportation side? There any taxis or trains or something?

What Lies Below

Posted. This RP won't die on my watch.

What Lies Below

The morning headache wasn’t as bad as Ernst had braced himself for and his waking up in an actual room on an actual bed and not in the inn’s storage closet, thus reminding him of his recent employment -- a very important thing to him, mind you -- has given him some rather uplifted spirits in the early morning.

“Quidam ludunt, quidam bibunt, quidam indescrete vivunt,” he sung to himself as he descended the stairs, rickety boards groaning and himself clad only in a simple shirt and pants. His less rugged look hints at the most relaxing bath he had taken before sleeping last night. Gods above, for how long had he went through without a wash? Ah, the liberation of employment and money is truly the best thing in the world!

“Sed in ludo qui- oh,” his eyebrows perked up, noticing Tregon and Vidic as he went down the final step. “You two are rather early. By the way, tense white-haired boy, I never got your name. Mine’s Ernst. And I can’t wait to feast on some pork cutlets for breakfast!", he shook a fist in the air, "Tavern keep, four cutlets and a pottage, please! If you’ve some fresh river fish, put one of those on the plate -- just don’t put too much salt, hear?”

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“Kyrie?” Timothy echoed. “Well, no… but since you trust me enough with your middle name, I was actually just about to ask that you called me by my namesake, Thomas. ‘Kyrie’ is a bit too cute for someone like me, don’t you think?” he said, still smiling. Then he made way to exit the alley and beckoned Miriam to follow him, the glaring light of the lamp post beyond making a stark silhouette of him.

“Anyway, shall we, Christa?”

The Relics

I'm afraid I won't be able to participate in this RP. A sudden upsurge of responsibilities has come up, you see. I won't have much time.

Fugitive Powers

There any transportation systems in wartorn New York we can use to get to Brooklyn?

What Lies Below

Go ahead with the timeskip. Let's just say Ernst and Osla got too drunk and awoke sharing a bed.

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