Vulkan 707

The Room

*Sasha nods, and follows after Thoth. She looks over at John who starts to follow, though he stumbles once or twice.*
Sasha: John would know all about it, he knows who that cyborg was.
*John nods, though remains silent on the subject.*
Sasha: Where does she sleep?

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*Laura sleeps soundless in the booth she found at the bar.*

The Room

*Sasha remains silent, and bows her head in respect. John does the same, but almost falls over from the effort. He manages to hold onto Sasha's shoulder, avoiding the tumble.*
Sasha: John and I will look over her, and... try to help.
*John manages to nod, and spits a wad of phlegm on the ground.*
*Sasha honestly hasn't spoken to Jilial enough to call her friend, but remembers Horus's last words to John. She sighs, and looks over at John not able to show anything but disappointment towards him.

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*Jillian stands away's from the funeral, but also bows her head in respect. She says some words only she can hear, and waits for the ritual to end.*

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*Laura makes her way to the bar, and inspects that place. She finds a seat at the booth, and sighs happily in comfort.*
Laura: Thank you for letting me in, those woods were not fun to walk in.

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*John shurgs, uncaring if Thoth is a priest.*
John: Works for me.
*He places a hand on Sasha's shoulder, and vomits behind her. She sighs, and facepalms.*
John: We're ready!

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*Laura keeps wandering around poking through things, and looking into peoples rooms.*
Laura: This place is big!

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*Sasha shrugs at Lecter, while John just sways.*
Sasha: I don't think anyone else, but Beatrix maybe.
John: Mhmm. *Rubs eyes drunkenly.* So who's the priest?

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*Laura chuckles.*
Laura: Don't worry I'm a sneaky old hag, I hide from most threats.
*She smiles a toothless smile, and looks around the room.*

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*Sasha walks out to where Horus is supposed to be buried, and stands at ease waiting for the cermony to begin.*
*John follows after Sasha, and manages to stand as well but with a slight wobble.*

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*The old woman glances at the pair as they walk passed, and then back to Xan.*
Laura: Strange looking folk... And yes I be alone.
*She takes Xan's arm for support.*

The Room

*Sasha walks back to her own quarters, and takes off her armor to wear her body glove for the funeral.*
*Also tries to clean herself up slightly, sense it been awhile sense she showered.*

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*John maintains consiousness, and decides to drink a beer instead of hard alchol. He slowly gets to his feet, and lazily walks towards the mainroom.*

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*The old woman smiles at Xan, though it seems somewhat forced.*
OW: Oh excuse me, my name is Laura. I was stranded for days out there, until I found this place.
*She looks tired, and rests heavily on her cane.*
Ow: May I come in?

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*Sasha nods.*
Sasha: I will attend as well...
*She thinks of John, and goes to let him know about the funeral for Horus. She marches out of the kitchen, and heads into the bar. John sits silently with his head on the bar counter, and groans when Sasha shakes his shoulder.*
Sasha: Wake up John, they are having a funeral for Horus, you will attend.
*John makes another groan, and looks at Sasha with bloodshot eyes.*
John: Sure, I can do that.

*A lone old woman, wearing heavy garb walks up to the room door. She is hunched, and walks with the use of a cane. The woman stares at the door for a moment, then knocks.*

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*Sasha frowns at the newcomer, and grabs her hit of her sword but relaxes slightly at what Thoth said.*
Sasha: I would call him a ally, why do you ask?

*Jillian shakes her head, not really interested in the teleporting Taheen, and decides to go outside for a smoke.*

*John probably passed out again from drinking.*

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Jillian: I see.
*She gestures to some cupboards for the doctor.*
Jillian: Some canned food in there, we will have to make do with those for the time being.

*Sasha nods.*
Sasha: I didn't see any villages when I was stranded in the forest, so I do believe we may be alone out here. And have no fear Lecter, we will kill this Bel'ak.

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*Sasha and Jillian both frown at Xan, because both believe in a swift death for their eneimes instead of a slow agonized death.*
Sasha: She bleed to death, so yes I would say she suffered.
Jillian: Are you satisfied with that?
*Jillian, as always, keeps her face placid as she asks the question.*

*John wakes up on the bar stool, and goes back to drinking another bottle of whiskey.*
*Seems to focus on that, uncaring of his surroundings.*