Last night you healed Chin's wound of course, right? And Raven sobered up eventually, crying and apologizing and worn thin, needing rest. Roark was there to give you respite, to help corral your followers, your throng. Trundlerock stood guard outside as you slept, always nearby, never close enough to touch. Oh, but the sense of touch, of closeness, it was not denied by others. Fleece slept in your arms, which set the tone of the night as sensual but not sexual. Whisper slept on the floor, but reached a hand up to your leg form time to time. Fuse held you at times, Winkle and Tilson others. Raven and Chin clung to you, Chin like a child, Raven like a grief-stricken sister and lover. It was a wash of affection and you were tossed to and fro.
Sable came to see you last night, talking quietly about Wolf's plans, about Emmy, about Jin's death, about her love for Mac and how she understands your love for Emmy. She needed to share that with you, she was frightened of what the morning would bring. She's out there now. Corbett stopped by to talk about your mother, about you, about how proud he is of you, how he thinks of you like a daughter. He kissed your forehead before he left, the spot still feels a tinge wet. Or maybe you imagine it.
At dawn you awoke to the sounds of gunfire across the valley. The volcanoes and mountains often buffet the sounds of a single shot around to make it seem like a staccato rhythm. But this time the rhythm plays for too long to be one single shot. The battle for Evan Element has begun. Emmy is out there, with her brother, with her lover Rothschild, with her betrothed Fries, striking first against a legion that far outnumbers the people of Evan Element. Is this your last morning? If it is, it might be your strongest. You slept soundly, at least your body did, but your mind. What did you dream about?
Program and Acidface joined you after you rose and urged everyone to head towards The Baths. This group follows with excitement. There is some jealousy among a few, some who want you for themselves alone, but this is not the time. Not the place. Within minutes after waking and washing, eating some morsels for strength, you and your followers arrive at The Baths.
You see Logic there, but nobody else seems to notice him. He has dark circles under his eyes, he hasn't slept, maybe hasn't eaten. His normally clean-shaven face has a five o'clock shadow. He looks like he's aged years in the space of a single day.
Your thirteen followers for this Augury are as follows:
The Gym is alive with nervous men and women ready to die to defend this place. Lala and the rest of Crackle's Boys are here as well as the Pryers. Your group, are they armed? What do you tell them?
Let's have your Fortunes roll for the start of this session.
Give me a Manipulation roll to see how well you've gotten your followers to... well, follow your orders once they're given.