Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Anastasia]

Nothing unusual comes up on your scan, but Rachel isn't in the suite or the nearby environs. (Read as: The rest of the floor)

[Carthrat]

Carthrat checks around the room a bit before heading to the restraunt area..

[Anastasia]

On a chair, you find a handwritten note:

"Carthrat - Downstairs in the bar/lounge."

Short and to the point, you see.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat heads on down to the bar, wondering if Rachel drinks anything..

[Anastasia]

The bar is a low lit, modern sort of place. A piano player belts out pleasant, low key background noise that blends with the chatter of the suited men that dominate the bar.

In this atmosphere, it's easy to find Rachel. She's holding a glass with a bit of a golden liquid in it, which she is swishing around while staring out in to space.

[Carthrat]

Carthrat takes a seat next to his companion. "Oi. You right?"

[Anastasia]

"Oh, hello," she says, looking up. She speaks quietly, and doesn't sound or look drunk. "I'm fine, just thinking. Your snoring made it hard to think in the suite." she chuckles.

[Carthrat]

"Snore? Me? Never," replies Carthrat, waving over the waited. "Get me some coke."

[Anastasia]

The waiter leaves quickly and quietly with your order.  

Rachel merely chuckles more, but doesn't outright comment back.

"So...going to get started on that weapon soon?" she asks.

[Carthrat]

"I'll make it tomorrow," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "I can afford to take my time, I suppose.

Does it disturb you I'm making an instrument of violence to pay our way?" he asks, genuinely concerned.

[Anastasia]

Rachel takes a sip from her drink. "A bit, I guess. But...If that's how it has to be..." she shrugs.

[Carthrat]

"Well. It's how I know to do things, I suppose," continues Carthrat, shrugging, unconciously playing with his amulet.

[Anastasia]

"Say," she says, suddenly changing the subject, "Has _it_ done anything since you found it?" she asks, seeming to be honestly curious.

[Carthrat]

"Heh. There's a bit of a story behind that," Carthrat chuckles.

"As you know, I've been living in Hong Kong the last six months. Got myself a sweet job, decent house, fine clothes, and into no trouble with law enforcement agencies of any kind.

But, y'see, about a month into living there, this thing would wake me up at night occasionally. Oh, it wasn't glowing or anything, but I *knew* it was causing it.

And, y'see, Hong Kong ain't the most peaceful place to live. Muggings, murders, rapes, whatever, occur every week. And I'd hear stories about them, right after the thing reacted.

So once, when it woke me up, I got dressed and went out for a walk. Not anywhere in particular, but I found myself wandering backstreets of the city.

And y'know what I find? Some punk up to the eyeballs on happy-pills ripping this girls shirt off and groping her or something.

So I saved her, and after I did, well, the thing made this warm and fuzzy feeling. I knew it wasn't the normal type y'feel when y'do something good, but it was there.

And so I started going out more. But to do that, I needed hardware. To get hardware, I needed to talk to certain people.

And I discovered something. White Glow seems to react to evil deeds being done to good people. It's got nothing against me ripping off evil people, blackmailing them, whatever. It's really quite vindictive, in a way. For an artefact that's supposed to be based around redemption, it dosn't seem to care much about the redemption of others. Just the redemption of me."

Carthrat sips his drink.

"Anyway, I was something of a vigilante. Suppose I'll keep on living that way. Maybe it has something to do with the way I'll turn out when I take the thing off, I dunno."

[Anastasia]

Rachel finishes her drink in a quick gulp, and tells the waiter to bring her another when he comes back with your Coke.

"Well...You know all those people you stopped or blackmailed or whatever...Diane said something back when you first came. The path to redemption is often a twisty, confusing road." she laughs. "It sounds stupid, but maybe it's one of those things where the chain reaction of what you did will set them straight."

"Or something..." she giggles, and she sounds a bit tipsy now.