Sohala

I am not arguing that. I just didn't think I had all the seals noted as such. That was my only contention on that subject. I don't mind if my observations got converted to presumed seals. The inaccuracies I was more focused on was the suggested destination; them being wildly different. But as noted, I am accepting of likely any course. I just don't want my endorsement to exist where it wasn't.

Not exactly 100% accurate. I didn't have guesses for all the seals, more like 'observations' for each point. I don't really have a stance on the discussion, but if we are being factual, I actually presented a more aggressive path through the center. Any which way will likely work though.

"Was too good to be true..." Rick bitterly wheezed out. He then nodded to Davon, "I'll survive, just had to remember how to breathe." Shane, eyed their surroundings, "This doesn't look anything like what I went through..." Summer and Rick made sounds of agreement. During Davon's approach, he unconsciously gravitated towards one in particular... OOC Each person should be drawn to a different one, they are intended to be holding the item. Touching the insignia will project an image of a person that looks like your character, but is clearly not you. Not now or in the future. While not required, the insignia/image can invoke memories from the other life and/or from your time on earth. If Earth is chosen, it should in some way tie to your family heritage/history.

None listed, only RAW impact is a +1 to perception (and range doubling for gun, ~1/2 mile for first range increment, some penalty negation) and +1 light level of the observed, on top of the suit's bonuses for sight. If we assume the scope's range is equal to the weapon's max range (10 increments), it would be ~4.75 miles (or ~9.5 if self-enhanced).

[Blank] OOC Sniper rifle out, use its scope to look around. No extreme attempt at stealth. No apparent reason to investigate 'common' curiosities, assuming she believes their task will 'fix' the issue in short order. I guess, keep her hands 'inside the car' and behave herself barring something significant.

No, that is misbehaving... Fixed it. For some reason it didn't properly upload.

I kept it limited, allowing for whatever discussion or direction was desired. If that is the way you wish to go I will get something up tomorrow.

Prax remained silent in the face of Zora's comments. She'd remained civil as she said her peace, in spite of the circumstance, and had already suggested the group to carry on. If Zora didn't like that, it was on her. She wouldn't rise to the bait... If they accomplished what they said they intended to do, there should be more than enough praise to go around... She wasn't going to delude herself that it was a selfless act though, or that it wouldn't come at some cost, now or later. The foundation of their trust was a poorly mismatched thing. Time may see it built up and strengthened one choice at a time... or to be sundered as violently as it was formed. If it was to be the latter, she would rather Jake not be wholly exiled for supporting her...

Prax waited for the thing to make some point she wasn't already keenly aware of or wasn't some grand claim, but that point never came. Extrapolating from what few details she had now... they were going to go well beyond any simple observation or appraisal... While Jake's declarations were revelations, they weren't exactly surprising when she thought about it. There is always a drive for better tools of war. Why ignore the base biological one? As much as Jake wanted her to trust them, it was her distrust of those present and not, that had driven her to accompany them, to protect others. Still, she maintained a degree of her earlier trust, or hope in them, despite the unpleasantness... 'If only they could...' She cut those thoughts short, they had made their choices long ago, and there was no reason to dwell on it now... She faced Jake, still uncertain how she felt about him. Her tone started flat, "I understand that I am under the whims of others. That my reservations are a hindrance to many ends..." Then took on an edge, "But if you are expecting me to believe, trust, this is being done for nothing more than some sort of altruism... Please don't try to insult me with that..." She halted his first attempt to explain further, a hint of concern replacing the edge, "Don't ostracize yourself further on my behalf, you don't owe me that or an explanation. I see your effort, but..." Her next words were partly resigned, "For now, we are here and we will have to take it one choice at a time."

The illegitimacy of Ozen's orders was revealed not by light, but instead by the shadow-draped form of Capt; only further reinforcing her earlier decision... With how level-headed she had forced herself to remain during most of the conversation, Prax found it took relatively little conscious effort on her part to not manifest a weapon and try her hand at blasting the creature before her. The knowledge she had tried once and here it stood, again, didn't hurt. Maintaining her frame, she calmly continued, by reiterating"one of them showed they were dangerous" A singular act applying to a plural 'they' what she had already said, "Circumstances caused your status to be linked by what you are. Your capabilities were on display for many to see, so there were no questions on those risks. His actions though, showed your amoral tendencies."

The complete and utter collapse of the golem's form once defeated mildly intrigued Prax, but helped to reinforce the limited details she'd had on the ruins. With naught left of the threats, she shrugged and then returned her weapons to their compartments. The more Ozen talked, the harder it became to take him seriously. How was she supposed to believe he was under any actual legitimate orders when he had to, apparently, conceal the identities of the other members to get them here? Him, she could believe had been inducted into the Mind's ranks, but the others were a stretch too far... A person willing to lie and risk the wrath of Minds, was not someone she was excited to trust. Far from it... If it wouldn't shine a spotlight on her, she'd feel compelled to report the incident. As it would, she would merely treat his words as little more than carefully crafted lies, hiding some other ulterior motives... Her analysis was interrupted by Jake, as she turned to give him another critical look and he started talking. She nodded at the assumption that she recognized or had extrapolated the identity of the other individuals. Then she grew uncomfortable at the usage of the word "friend". Promising what might be lethal action to one another wasn't exactly what friends did... Prax listened to the words each of them had to say. To her, she had to wonder what they called her allowing them to be free, even after everything... Her train of thought halted as she had to remind herself that such thoughts were part of the problem. Then, why she was even standing here... That didn't square either and she knew it. As much as she had used Jake as an excuse, she had less savory reasons in the end... ...Her numerous thoughts faded into the background as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back in the suit; a single unseen tear rolled down her cheek. In a careful voice, stripped of emotion, she added her part of the introductions, "Prax, if you want... Rina is for the Vault." She still wasn't sure how she was going to true that up, but that was something to worry about later. A part of her wanted her not to ruin this moment, but it lost out to the accusation "I was presented with identified threats and given a choice. I chose to observe them... and one of them showed they were dangerous. Would you rather I have had them purged on the spot?" The last words carried with them a challenging defiance. She didn't wait for answer, but reeled herself back in, "I did look for other anomalies, other trespassers, in the SIM; as I assume you would have in my position. And as Jake is already aware, I found others," her helmeted head turned to take in each of them in turn, other than Samuel, "and actively chose NOT to report or engage with them. I lied to those I respect for them, without even knowing them. To then be attacked for my troubles, when I extended a hand in good faith." It was now Samual's turn to be looked at before she focused back on Ozen, "You say he protected you. I say he nearly got you killed."

I apologize for the delay, I missed Steel's edit. A new is up.