Carth's magical adventure, ROUND TWO, MOTHERFUCKERS!

[Carthrat]

"I need some new clothes," notes Carthrat, picking at his uniform. "The collar on this thing is tight, and it doesn't have a tenth the amount of pockets I need.

Not to mention I'll stand out to any informants who happen to be looking out for me.

And I'll need to start carrying around a bag again.

Y'know, Tir, I'm missing my cloak already."

Carthrat wipes an imaginary tear from his eye. "No doubt it's in the hands of some merc as we speak..."

[Anastasia]

"Whomever has it is probably getting several surprises," Tir smirks. "How much shit did you keep in there, anyway?"

[Carthrat]

"Um.. let's see.. at least sixteen firearms," starts Carthrat, ticking things off on his fingers. "Submachine guns, pistols, rifles, you name it, er, about thirty F-1 grenades, a few plasma grenades, about twenty flashbangs, a wardrobe of clothing, my wallet, about seven cases of ammuntion, an efreeti bottle, a spellbook, um.. a checklist of all the stuff in my cloak, a self-destruct mechanism, the N-Space compressor itself, the keys to my car, a locket, a gold nugget, a portable TV, an oven, my laptop, about seventy knives, three vibroknives.."

Carthrat pauses. "Yeah, there was a fair bit more, but I can't remember it just now."

[Anastasia]

"Packrat," Tir snickers at his own humor. "Anyway, I'm going to get a bite and take a nap now, before the rush. What do you have in mind for our last day on this heap of junk?"

[Carthrat]

"Interior design," replies Carthrat, shrugging. "I'll clean the walls or something. Might nab us another thousand credits or so.

You get to sleep, and all. I need you to go out and buy some essentials. No way am I being seen in this uniform."

[Anastasia]

"Sure," he says, heading out. "Oh, and clean my boots while you're at it," he leaves as a final jab, going off.

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OOC - Skip to the arrival?

[Carthrat]

"At least you *have* boots," groans Carthrat. "These uniform boots are for someone with incredibly small feet, I swear."

OOC: Yeah, just before we dock.

[Anastasia]

OOC - Right, and skipping a head a bit to make up fo rlost posts.

Giving the docking code information, the relay system confirms it. "You are cleared into the Sorting Dock. Thank you."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat quickly closes the connection.

"Ok. Before we get off, Rachel, Tir.

Slicing Gale aren't stupid. We lost them for now, and they're probably trying to guess where we'd go. There's a few choices, and none of them are definite. Not to mention we have a head start on them as it is.

However, it's likely they have informants here and there, as well as some hidden bounties, operatives, agents, maybe even someone as well trained as me or Tir.

If they see us, they'll report it. Then they'll likely try and kidnap you, Rachel. I hope you're up to dealing with whatever they throw at you, because I'm counting on it. They can't have many operatives, and the plan is that you can deal with them.

Any questions yet, or can I keep going?"

[Anastasia]

Rachel nods grimly, but smiles at you with confidence. "Okay, Carthrat." Tir just nods, having already put this through his mental paces and instead settling for leaning comfortably against a chair.

[Carthrat]

"Right. I estimate that Slicing Gale have a response time of maybe two, three days. I want to be in and out of here, y'see?

Once we get to Heli 3, anyway, we'll be *relatively* safe. The planet is in a state of virtual anarchy. We'll just blend in.. vanish.. and have whole new worries, like where our next meal is coming from, and some such.

Hope you're prepared to give up the life of luxury we're living now," he adds, grimly.

[Anastasia]

"It'll at least be interesting," Tir smiles at that, glancing over at Rachel.

Rachel nods again at that. "I can at least provide food most nights," she comments on that point. "It's bland and tasteless, but it fills you up - and it's a simple spell, too, so I could cast it a few times a day."

[Carthrat]

"That's a relief," notes Carthrat. "For how many people a day?

Which reminds me. I've gotta get you to write down like all your spells and stuff.. for tactical reserve, and all."

[Anastasia]

"Three to four," she replies after a moment of thought. "And my spell list is variable, but kind of preset, and I can't guarantee that the Goddess will grant the spells I ask for, but I can give you a list as the best I can."

[Carthrat]

Carthrat waves Rachel off. "It's all good. If she doesn't give you a spell, she must have a good reason, eh?

We should be able to sell the ship relatively quickly.. get any stuff together you want to keep before we vacate it. Lots of trading and stuff to do.

Besides that, stay alert. No telling what we might run into here."