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AC: 18 | HP: 52/52 | TEMP HP: 0 | Move: 30' Init: +6 | SAVES: Fortitude: +8, Reflex: +4, Will: +5 Passive: Perception: 15 At Dame's invitation to make a bet, Xiomara tears her eyes away from the damaged airship and turns to the gunslinger. She's not much of a gambler, but she dabbles from time to time. Most of her bets have historical centered around combat. Mixing it up might be good. Given it's Dame, the terms are probably interesting. "What kind of bet do you have in mind?" OOC Free Action: Swift Action: Move Action: Standard Action: Full Action:

AC: 18 | HP: 52/52 | TEMP HP: 0 | Move: 30' Init: +6 | SAVES: Fortitude: +8, Reflex: +4, Will: +5 Passive: Perception: 15 Xiomara nods in thanks to the soldier. Cy'ril, her mother's homeland. She very rarely spoke of it. All she ever said was she was from Cy'ril, she had no family left there, and she'd never go back - and even those small details took years for Xiomara to gather. She looks up at the enormous airship again, focusing more closely on the damage. Undead attacks? Necromancy? Lingering effects? She may have heard rumors of Cy'ril's necromancers, but she'd never actually seen the aftermath. Her lips deepen into a frown. Perhaps her mother had good reason not to talk about her past. She shifts her weight from one foot to the other and sighs deeply. Xiomara stares up at the battered airship, lost in thought. OOC Free Action: Swift Action: Move Action: Standard Action: Full Action:

AC: 18 | HP: 52/52 | TEMP HP: 0 | Move: 30' Init: +6 | SAVES: Fortitude: +8, Reflex: +4, Will: +5 Passive: Perception: 15 Xiomara is uneasy, surrounded by their escort of soldiers, but does her best not to show it. Her face is the very image of neutrality and disinterest. That is, until she sees the airship that dwarfs the Kessel. She sees Captain Gillian talking with two people dressed in black and does not wish to interrupt. If Captain Gillian were to look her way, Xiomara would give a polite nod of recognition. As they get closer to the Kessel, concern starts to gnaw at the back of her mind. Where had this new airship come from? What happened to it? Who - or what - had inflicted such grievous damage? She hardly registers Dame's lighthearted jokes and ramblings. Her mind turns to Boss in the cargo hold; her stomach twists. Did they face the same risks in today's travels? She hoped not. It's not like she has a choice, anyway: they committed to the job. She'll see it through. Turning to one of the soldiers escorting the Drujba and indicating the damaged airship with a nod of her head, Xiomara asks, "Know anything about what happened to that ship?" OOC Free Action: Swift Action: Move Action: Standard Action: Full Action:

Ghost Whisperer High Concept: Intuitive Ectomantic Forensic Scientist Trouble: Door's Always Open Marina's frown deepens. Of course it wouldn't be that easy. "Well, let's see what we can find." She moves closer to Jason and pulls her aviators down over her eyes. The chaos of the street and the energy around them is overwhelming to the senses. Hopefully the building they're heading to is quieter. At this point in her life, she's honed her abilities and gained a large measure of control over them, but environment does matter. If the energy around them is frenetic and there are ghosts nearby, it may complicate her ability to accomplish their goals. Dreamily, she says, "I need a little time to prepare myself. Can you lead the way, babe?" Without waiting for a response, she begins preparing. She has no doubt he'll take the lead. Jason has never told her 'no': why would he now? Marina takes a deep breath. She imagines roots sprouting from her feet and burying themselves deep into the earth's core. With each slow inhale, she imagines taking in the earth's healing and stabilizing energy. With each slow exhale, she imagines negative energy leaving and 'stuck' energy loosening. She continues doing this until she feels as though her entire body is filled with the heavy, calm, sturdy energy of the earth. Next, she says a small prayer of protection in her head, calling on Juma to be alert and act as a "bouncer" of sorts for any overeager ghosts who might demand to be heard. Finally, she focuses on establishing boundaries: fortifying her mental protections, setting clear intentions about what she wants to accomplish, and focusing on Jason's energy. By the time they reach the laundromat, she's ready. OOC TBD

Ghost Whisperer High Concept: Intuitive Ectomantic Forensic Scientist Trouble: Door's Always Open Marina's eyes follow Jason's hand and frowns. "Pretty ballsy of them, doing that in the middle of all this." She looks around. "Did you check to see if there were any security cameras that might have caught them? Any witnesses? A gunshot's pretty loud." OOC TBD

AC: 18 | HP: 52/52 | TEMP HP: 0 | Move: 30' Init: +6 | SAVES: Fortitude: +8, Reflex: +4, Will: +5 Passive: Perception: 15 The night's revelries are of little interest to Xiomara, outside of the information she may gather. She takes the time to introduce herself to other members, inquire about the performance of the other new group, and avoids Reska and Brett as much as possible. No need to repeat last night's embarrassing series of events. She nurses two ales throughout the night, never drinking enough to get buzzed but enough to look like she's fitting in with the revelers. Throughout the night, she keeps a close eye on her Drujba. Dame's penchant for drinking is especially concerning, but she seems to handle it much better than Xiomara's father. Moxi and Zaer require less of her attention, but she still keeps an eye on them. It would be unprofessional for them to show up on their first day of work less a person or hungover as hell. The next morning, Xiomara is up bright and early with Dame. She's a little surprised at the woman's constitution, considering how much she drank the night before. But then, Dame is a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. There's no way she'll be figured out in a day or two. Xi snacks on a sloppily thrown-together sandwich of pork sausage, eggs, and cheese as they make their way to the barracks. She's not looking forward to re-entering the military compound, but what choice does she have? It must be done. Between bites, she says, "Anyone got any fun stories from last night?" OOC Free Action: Swift Action: Move Action: Standard Action: Full Action:

AC: 18 | HP: 52/52 | TEMP HP: 0 | Move: 30' Init: +6 | SAVES: Fortitude: +8, Reflex: +4, Will: +5 Passive: Perception: 15 Xiomara sees Moxi's enthusiastic wave and stops walking with Midas. A hint of a smile appears as the gremlin woman starts towards her, then moves back towards the van, and repeats the process a few times. 'Easily distracted. Brilliant but unfocused mind. I'll have to keep an eye on that.' When Moxi finally makes it over to her, she expects the explosion of questions and chatter but they still surprise her. "Boss is fine, but I'll be back later to make sure he's properly set up." And gods help the crew if he's not. Boss is the one stable thing she has in her life. She'll take no.risks with his safety or comfort. Xi gestures towards the exit. "Shall we?" She begins walking before Moxi or Midas have a chance to respond. OOC Free Action: Swift Action: Move Action: Standard Action: Full Action:

Ghost Whisperer High Concept: Intuitive Ectomantic Forensic Scientist Trouble: Door's Always Open The merchant isn't the only one surprised to hear Jason speak Chinese. Marina looks at him with a big smile. "Show-off," she teases, squeezing his arm playfully. "How long was this part of your beat? It's so busy. Must've been a little overwhelming." She moves out of the way of an oblivious person and clings closer to Jason. Crowded places like this were never something she enjoyed. With crowds comes more ghosts. When she was younger, it was more difficult to turn off her abilities. Now that she's a little older, it's easier, but it can still become overwhelming. She sees nothing yet, but then again, she's not looking. "Is the place on this road?" OOC TBD

Ghost Whisperer High Concept: Intuitive Ectomantic Forensic Scientist Trouble: Door's Always Open Marina pulls him back in for another kiss. "Yeah, I guess we should do some work," she mumbles against his lips before kissing him again. "For the record, though, I wish we didn't have to." She slides over into the passenger's seat, slings her tote over her shoulder, and steps out of the car. The sunshine feels great on her skin. The crisp, fresh air has a little bit of a bite to it, but it also holds the promise of Spring. Taking a deep breath, she anchors herself in the moment and centers her spirit. She walks around to the driver's side as Jason gets out. With a bright smile, she takes his hand. "Lead the way." OOC TBD

AC: 18 | HP: 52/52 | TEMP HP: 0 | Move: 30' Init: +6 | SAVES: Fortitude: +8, Reflex: +4, Will: +5 Passive: Perception: 15 Xiomara looks to the area Midas mentions and leads Boss to it. It's sparse, but it'll do. She pulls some feed from one of the saddlebags and places it on the ground for Boss to eat. "I'll likely be down here with him most of the time. If anything goes bad, I'll handle it." She sets Boss up as best she can, then gives him a final pat on the neck. "Be back soon." Xi nods at Midas and begins walking back the way they came. "Let's head back to Rackham." OOC Free Action: Swift Action: Move Action: Standard Action: Full Action:

AC: 18 | HP: 52/52 | TEMP HP: 0 | Move: 30' Init: +6 | SAVES: Fortitude: +8, Reflex: +4, Will: +5 Passive: Perception: 15 "Yeah, he does like his space," Xiomara replies. She eyes the straps securing the van as she starts walking Boss to the other side of the cargo hold. "And how will you be securing my horse? He behaves himself for the most part, but I'm sure he'd appreciate at least a cozy corner to rest in." OOC Free Action: Swift Action: Move Action: Standard Action: Full Action:

AC: 18 | HP: 52/52 | TEMP HP: 0 | Move: 30' Init: +6 | SAVES: Fortitude: +8, Reflex: +4, Will: +5 Passive: Perception: 15 Xiomara nods at Midas and leads Boss onto the platform. This is a little risky: Boss has never done this before. She's unsure how he would react. When they're settled in the center of the platform, she strokes his head and looks him over. "Alright, Boss, we're doing something new," she says firmly. "The ground is gonna move, but we're okay. Just stay calm and everything will be alright. " She hears Dame's remark about putting wings on Boss and smiles, turning around to look at the gunslinger. "Well, that would certainly be interesting. If the Boss is alright with it, then I am, too." She places a reassuring hand on Boss's neck, then turns to look at Midas. "Ready when you are." OOC Free Action: Swift Action: Move Action: Standard Action: Full Action:

Ghost Whisperer High Concept: Intuitive Ectomantic Forensic Scientist Trouble: Door's Always Open Marina shakes her head and sighs. "Jason, I wouldn't change anything about it. You need to stop torturing yourself with this. We needed to do it. Eric deserves justice. You deserve justice. And justice wasn't coming while that stuff sat in the evidence locker. Yes, we broke the rules, but the rules were wrong." With some minor difficulty, she slides over the center console and into Jason's lap, straddling him. She takes his face between her hands and meets his eyes. "You have nothing to apologize for, not the evidence thing, not the suspension, not the spirits - nothing. I am here because I want to be here. I'm with you because I want you. Not your job or your money or whatever you can give me. Just you." Her arms move to rest loosely around his neck, her wrists overlapping. "All this spirit stuff, there's no instruction manual. You learn as you go. With Rati, you learned not to jump into contracts. With Eris, you're learning to be careful who you work with even if you don't have a contract. It's okay for it to be messy. There's no way this wouldn't be messy. Is it annoying and inconvenient? Yeah. But it's better than the alternative." She pauses to kiss his cheek, then pulls back to look into his eyes again. "I know you want to protect me and I think that's really sweet of you. But you don't need to keep adding on contracts until you're covered head-to-toe in tattoos and there's no room left in your head. The best way you can protect me is by keeping yourself safe, sane, and alive. It's the only way we're going to get justice for Eric and for you. Let go of the guilt, papi. It's only holding you back." OOC TBD

Ghost Whisperer High Concept: Intuitive Ectomantic Forensic Scientist Trouble: Door's Always Open Marina listens to his explanation patiently. Eris' mention of the chopshop didn't escape her. "Her extreme reactions could be just as dangerous as whatever it is you're facing. They're supposed to help you, not put you in more danger." Worry creases her brow. "I don't expect you to tell me everything about what happens. It's probably best I don't know some things. As long as you come back to me, that's all that matters." She looks down at her hands. "I'm sorry you have to keep dealing with this. I don't know how you do it. Ghosts are one thing, but these spirits...I don't know, they'd probably break me. They sound exhausting." She frowns. "Rati was one thing. She at least showed some respect to me. This one, I don't like her. She mocked me and called you 'papi'." She looks up at him, clearly annoyed. "That's the Spanish I was talking about. I don't know what she said before she left. I don't really care, honestly. Nobody calls you 'papi' but me." OOC TBD

Ghost Whisperer High Concept: Intuitive Ectomantic Forensic Scientist Trouble: Door's Always Open When Eris disappears, Juma fades from view. Marina snorts softly and places her aviators on the dashboard. She turns to Jason, whose head is resting on the steering wheel. "I don't know how you deal with them. Maybe that's why you're so calm, cool, and collected. Lots of practice." She gently pushes him back from the steering wheel until he's upright again. With a few brisk movements of her hand, she fixes some stray hair that's fallen in his face. "Her Spanish was terrible and so was she. What could she possibly have to offer you? The way you described it sounded like a one night stand." OOC TBD