Steam London

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Steam London Game Thread (WIP to replace the summary lost due to someone's inadvertent erasure of the original summary; much will be simply copied and pasted until I can get around to editing and formatting. Also, This may be boiled back down to a summary at some point. I cannot and will not guarantee any set timeframe for completion - I simply have too many other things going on. Life happens, in other words. Apologies in advance to all authors and players of the game - MWBailey)

[edit] Steam London

Bracer had been moving around the city since sunrise. It was now midday and he was getting hungry again. He was using his usual mode of transport: his grapple. He had become very good at slinging it onto poles, bars, ledges etc. and then swinging gracefully from the current rooftop to the wall of the next building and winching himself up. It was not at all a "spider-man" style way of getting around, despite what people may initially think. He knew where he was. He almost always knew where he was in London, on the rooftops at least. He headed a little south and spotted what he was looking for. It was a market place, one he often visited when he wanted food. There was an old building at the edge of the market place, it was helpful because older buildings were smaller buildings and that meant he would be able to attach his grapple to a part of the building, and absale down into the market. Something he was in the act of doing right now. He had two steady hands on the winch at his waist, gently lowering himself down the edge of this building. It took a while to reach the floor, but if he did it too fast he would likely loose his grip on the winch and end up falling a distace that didn't bare thinking about. When he neared the ground he didn't go the final way, he waited. There was a stall just below him, it was a bakery, displaying a particularly delicious looking lump of bread on a table near him. There was a roof over it so he couldn't tell where the owner was, also everyone in the market seemed to have been too busy to have noticed him, so he slowly winched himself down, a rare occasion where his feet connecting with a horizontal surface for a brief few moments of the day. He crawled along next to the stall, popped his head over the table with the bread on. The owner was selling some muffins to a customer on the other side of the stall, fortunately. He sunk back down under the level of the table and moved back to the wall. He stood up and put the loaf of malformed bread in the satchel at the back of his belt. He then went back up, up towards the top of the building, up towards freedom, up towards his paradise. Up towards his home. He had become well acquainted with all the main geographical aspects of London and was on his way to his favourite. It was a tall building from which he would be able to see all of London. If the smog wasn't in the way. But he was cut off part way in his daydream, half way up the wall to this building. A voice was being directed at him.

Demetri Rousselle was still in the University College, down the steps of which poor Professor Agrippa strode two at a time, clutching his meager sized top hat to keep the nipping London wind from knocking it off. He pained to leave the poor boy like he had an appointment more urgent than with his cat and the newspaper, but the alternative was to be stuck in his classroom until nightfall. Demetri always had another take on the lesson to go on after the lecture about, another connection or another theory, and always in rapid French--a mark of his intelligence and dependence on the French speaking professor for someone to truly speak his mind to, but not something Agrippa could sit through on a daily basis. He practically leapt into the first carriage he saw, tracing the word "godspeed..." in his exhale; he had only until his persistent student got out of the bathroom to be out of sight.

Almost immediately after Agrippa left, Demetri retraced his steps with his usual stack of textbooks he had bound together with an extra belt, a blissfully unsuspecting lack of expression on his face. He was silently looking forward to taking a roundabout way back to his dingy flat, through a part of town he had never seen before--when he came to a small hill between it and school, he wandered down instead of up. Down--chips and cracks began to appear in the lower stories of buildings; a quaint display of their antiquity, he thought. Surely no vandals who existed who could do the damage. He turned north in a direction he speculated to be in the direction of his flat--further down--the buildings towered and seemed to bow inward like the teeth of a giant. In this part of town, its inhabitants did not merely live in the city--they were swallowed by it and, honestly, all looked in various stages of digestion. Shouts fearful and furious crisscrossed the windows above him; from one, at the top of the tallest and pointiest of teeth, there was a blue flash of light--curtains bloomed into an azure fireball, the window cracked and shards of glass pierced the ground no more than a meter behind innocent Demetri, who took no notice. This place, he observed, had never been addressed in any of his books--a shame. An absolutely spiffing carriage--with no horses at that--thought Demetri, swerved, just missing him; Demetri missed the bottle of absinthe in the hand of the whiskered driver. It collided with one of the horse drawn variety just out of his hearing (and maiming) range; Demetri caled out a friendly "Bonjour--ah, hello...!" to a child scaling one of the buildings as though he were passing him on a safer street. He was walking along one of the countless trails of destruction that slithered through the shadiest corner of London, miraculously staying just ahead of the mayhem as though there was a lucky cricket in his pocket, protecting him as he ventured downward. Eventually, he located a bench in what seemed to be a park (in reality, had used to be a park before it was neglected beyond recognition) and sat down on the only corner not polka dotted with scorch marks and worked out where he was. He had taken no more than two turns to arrive at this...lively...piece of London since he had left the college--three? Maybe just one? Oh, well; he knew that his home was always in the direction of that...that clock tower...what was the name? If he could see it, name aside, he could get home. He stretched his neck skyward and looked all around the skyline--nothing; as tall as it was, here, it was obscured behind the teeth. Directions, then. I'll ask the next helpful looking person--no, the next person who sits down if they know the way. That way, I'll just have more time to sit and watch the people... And what interesting people there were...he crossed his legs and relaxed, feeling as safe as he was in any district--to him, not having lived here a year yet, there was only one, made of all of the city's sprawling roads; east and west, up and down, deep down. A fog blew in from above, softly tinted blue, and he squinted through it, thinking nothing of its noxious pouring from the ruptured window overhead, dragged out by the wind. Blinked it out of his eyes...just blinked and couldn't stop...sleepy...his books passed as a pillow...down, down, down...

When the windswept gasses cleared, Demetri was curled on the bench, fast asleep. Unless it was loud, or painful enough, nothing could wake him, not for a while.

Emerging from the blue smoke filled building with his handkerchief clasped firmly over his face, Horatio cleared the air with a frantic waving of his free hand before collapsing to his knees and coughing violently. He'd heard the manners of your average Londoner were somewhat lacking, but so far the majority of his investigations had been met with outright hostility. He rolled onto his back and watched the swirling gases clear whilst pondering his next move, the bribes, information fee's and high cost of London living had left him with little more than a shilling and it was a long walk back home. The air clear, he sat up and scanned his surroundings, dirt, smoke, cramped houses and someone sleeping on a pile of books. Climbing to his feet he sighed and tried to remember the route back to his lodgings, starting down the street he stopped suddenly and turned around... books... down here...

"Excuse me sir?" Horatio nudged the sleeping Demetri, "Hello?" A few moments passed and with it his patience, having looked round and satisfied that the coast was clear he drove a fist into the Demetri's arm. "Excuse me sir?"

"Sir! Hold on, sir! You haven't even seen the trick wi' the pressure gauge yet, sir!"

The heavy Irish brogue emanating from the rundown public house was soon followed by the hastily exiting figure of a diminutive fellow in a dented bowler and soot-dusted spectacles, babbling incoherent apologies over his shoulder. "Terribly sorry, my dear chap, but I've got a, er, an appointment... with my, erm, ah... I say, good luck, though! Cheerio!"

Without waiting for a reply, the frightened gentleman dove behind a battered crate at the side of the building, just seconds before his pursuer squeezed through the pub door and stumbled out into the bustling road. "Sir, please! I'm beggin' you, hear me out!" The burly man cast about for his hidden quarry, and his face fell. Yet another failed interview with yet another uninterested investor. This one had been going so well, until he'd accidentally singed the man's handlebar mustache.

Ajax Callaghan glumly scuffed his feet in the muck that lined the cobbled street, and retreated back into the gloom indoors (oblivious to the relieved gentleman who snuck into an alley and disappeared), re-emerging with an unwieldy length of pipe connected to an intricate brass tank festooned with knobs and levers. This he hefted onto his broad back, wending his melancholy way down the street towards the next failure. Haywood had been so much better at selling the contraption – not that it had done him any good in the end.

Ajax kept his eyes peeled, appraising each passing pedestrian with an inventor's eye as Haywood had taught him. That one had no money to spare, that one was too sensible to give any thought to the idea, that one probably wrote too much terrible poetry to care one way or the other. He wondered whether he'd have more or less luck in the Underworld – few people had any money, but those who did were crazy enough to give it some serious thought. He found his steps unconsciously drifting down the all-too-familiar roads that led to his old rundown stomping grounds. If worse came to worst, he could always salvage some tools from Haywood's old flat by the park, provided it hadn't been repossessed or broken into yet.

By the looks of things, it hadn't. Instead, it was probably in the throes of burning down, judging by the foul blue vapour that billowed from the windows. There were five or six flats in the building – he fervently hoped the smoke wasn't in Haywood's. Not yet, at any rate. Ajax sped up, sweating under the weight of the apparatus at his back. He wouldn't be able to get in, though, not with a full tank of flammable coal gas... There were two figures visible in the clearing smoke (arsonists, perhaps?), and he made towards them instead. One appeared to have passed out from the fumes – probably while tossing around matches inside.

"Oy! Which one o' you louts set the bleedin' flat on fire, then?"

The cards went down. Hiram looked at his, and calmly said "banco". The other gentlemen looked at their hands and glumly matched the stake. The cards came down again. Hiram turned his over at looked at Sir James Rowan, who this night was acting as croupier.

"My word" said Sir James. "Nine to the Colonel, seven to the bank, I fear, Colonel, that you have broken us."
"Indeed, gentlemen," said Hiram, looking at the other players seated with him in the cardroom of the Bagatelle club. "Indeed, my luck seems to be running tonight" There was a soft chiming. Hiram withdrew a pocketwatch from his waistcoat pocket. It was a Breguet hour repeater, elegantly crafted in gold, on a gold double Albert chain. The charm that dangled from the chain where it passed through the button hole was the tooth of a tiger, set in fine gold. Hiram raised his arm and snapped his fingers, once... Immediately a club butler appeared at his side.
"A magnum of the house champagne for these gentleman, on my account" Hiram said. The butler silently slid away.

"Indeed, gentlemen, my luck does me well. Allow me to at least offer you a nightcap by way of thanks for a most pleasant evening's sport" Hiram looked at his companions, nobility, highly placed government officials, and well-heeled gentlemen all. They would never suspect that his "luck" was augmented by some rather fancy sleight-of-hand. No, a gentleman such as Hiram would never be suspected by another gentleman. Even so, if he was called out on a point of honour, he could settle that score easily enough on the dueling-field, few would risk that, standing and exchanging fire with the Colonel was not a thing that would extend life.

"I bid you them, good evening" said Hiram, rising. He walked from the cardroom, into the members lounge and took up his customary wing chair by the fireplace. He sat, and snapped his fingers once again. This time, Jenkins, the clubs senior butler answered his call...
 "The Colonel's wishes?" he asked?

" A bottle of claret from my private stock, Jenkins, and a cigar or two as well. And the late edition of the Times, and any messages that might have arrived"

 "At once, Colonel" Jenkins turned and left.

Within a minute or two, club servants delivered the claret, placing it in the mahogany sidetable, along with a crystal glass, and the Times. A young boy in club livery approached, bearing a sliver tray with two small envelopes on it.. "Messages, Sir" said the boy..

"Good lad" said Hiram, reaching into his pocket and tossing the boy a half-crown.. The lad caught the coin deftly.. Hiram smiled, it was well worth tipping the lad, young boys like that were useful for certain errands, being almost invisible in the city crowds.
  Hiram reached for the tray. He picked up the first envelope, and checked the seals, making sure they were intact. He took a small pocketknife from his waistcoat pocket. A touch and the slim blade of watered steel sprung forth. Hiram opened the envelope and read....
 "Our mutual friend, the oriental gentleman, agrees to meet with you tomorrow evening, at the appointed place" It was signed "Chen-yu"

Hiram touched the end of his cigar to the note, there was the faintest of flashes, and a soft "poof". Nothing remained..

  Hiram took up and opened the second envelope.. The note read:

"The work progresses and the test was successful, the plan moves ahead well " It was simply signed "D." Again the cigar did its work, and again no trace of the note was to be found.

 Hiram smiled to himself, it looked as if tomorrow evening could be even MORE profitable than his little game tonight, FAR more profitable indeed, AND his other plan would seem to be unfolding well. That plan had implications of immense gain..
Hiram finished the claret, and rose. He donned his coat at the door, and had the doorman call up his personal Hansom cab.  In a moment, it was there, the driver and the footman looking rather all to large and muscular for their job, odd bulges under their coats. Hiram alighted, and the cab hastend off towards his Mayfair home. There he would spend the rest of the evening reviewing his plans for the upcoming meeting.. 
 All in all, it had been a very good night.

Demetri moaned. Some blurry, human-shaped creature was standing over him, and his arm hurt with a dull throb, but he was too drowsy to care why. "Aidez-moi...s'il vous plait...monsieur...? Je pense que j'ai perdu mes pieds..." (garbled nothings, to those not understanding the language) A chilly breeze began to whisk the dangerous vapor away; a little more of Demetri's consciousness poured back into his head like the clean air into his lungs and fully opened his eyes. He regained the sense to assume that this strange man probably spoke English and to know the importance of usually being able to move more than his eyes and mouth. "Monsieur..." he began, then caught himself. "...help..." He strained at his hands to see if his books were still there, but his muscles seemed as if they had disappeared; nothing more happened than the sensation of pins and needles running down his arm and abandoning it. Oh yes, he definitely needed help. With his face to the sky, he caught a glimpse of the window through the clearing smoke, and reasoned the stuff's origin. What sort of...scientists? No, mad scientists live in this part of London...!? He realized what had happened to him and cringed; he could barely get a twitch out of his feet.

"Oy! Which one o' you louts set the bleedin' flat on fire, then?" Another smoky shape was approaching him--a huge one, and this time he knew right away that it was an angry human. He turned his eyes toward the man and cleared his throat. "I know not what fire you speak of, monsieur," he said bravely, trying not to sound paralyzed. "I had nothing to do with it, and I do not suppose he--" He tried to gesture to his rescuer and failed. "does, either." A little quirk of Demitri's--he had learned his English from Professor Agrippa, and no more formally, pedantically speaking man could likely be found in all of London. He could not help but address the stranger with a wordiness most would reserve for a dinner party with the Queen herself. Something clattered above, and another small explosion could be heard. Spiting his need to stay calm, his limbs tingled to get him off the bench and finding out if there were any people up there, perhaps in danger--perhaps what was worrying this new stranger. "Does either of you know what is amiss up there?" Don't ask me for help...don't ask me for help...don't ask me to get up and help...

Geirulf looked out his window. A distance away, he saw smoke coming off a fire. "Hm, ikkje min sak.." he mumbled lowly on Norwegian to himself, taking note of the, but not doing a effort to alert someone about it. His throat rasped a little, as he hadn't said much that day. Naturally, someone else would have seen the fire. He returned to his workshop desk, flipping down his magnifiers and trying to perfect his spring blades. They now ejected when he pressed his elbows towards his side and bent his wrists downwards.

He couldn't let the situation the other day repeat itself, when they sprung as he was taking up an apple from a basket, accidentally piercing it. Needless to say, he got a strange look from the trader as he paid for three apples, one which was split in three due to the force of the blade.

He had no orders today, but he expected one tomorrow, which of he had been noted by a small boy, entering the shop, giving him a note and leaving, without saying much. Just the way he preferred his customers.

Scott Coolige stumbled out of Bucer's Pub rather tipsy. He rammed his hand into his ragged pocket and jingled the change inside. It might have been the stout, but he could swear that he heard nothing. He prided himself in his good hearing. It’s couldn’t simply be the alcohol! Twirling his head around in a fashion that would have made any sober man dizzy, he peered into his pocket for himself. Seeing nothing, he clumsily pulled it inside-out. Nothing… “Damn!” he managed to slur the curse out loud, which garnered some distasteful looks from the locals. Scott was too drunk and angry to notice. He was so inebriated that he even failed to notice the fire of unknown origin several quarters away from him. Bells started ringing as a horse drawn carriage filled with men armed with buckets full of water headed in the direction of the blaze. The bells made him cover his ears. No, he had definitely not lost his hearing. That was the one thing he hated about London: the noise. It was nothing like home, where you could go a whole day without hearing anything but the wind and the sheep. He finally realized how drunk he was when he lost his balance and fell into the cart of a fruit vender, who assisted Scott on his journey to unconsciousness by beating him over the head with his fist.

"You dunno what fire I–" With the vocabulary of a steelworker, Ajax was not one for verbosity. He shuffled the words around in his head until the pieces slipped together, and glowered at the feeble man. "What'd'ye mean, what fire? The one right over your head, that's what bleedin' fire!" Unless it really was just smoke, from some madcap chemist's accident... "Get up an' help, lazybones!"

The unfortunate invalid showed no signs of moving. Perhaps he was stunned, or perhaps he was just a weak-kneed ponce who spent too much time with his nose in the books he'd collapsed on. Ajax snorted and unslung the Illuminator, tossing it on the rank grass – no use getting roasted along with Haywood's beloved invention, if it came to entering the reeking building. "Fine, stay there." He directed his dull gaze towards the other man, the one who could apparently move and thus offer assistance. "You, though, were you just in there? What the blazes is goin' on? I'll tell you right now, I've a fair load o' tools in that ol' flat, and I've no mind to see 'em gettin' all scorched-like..." Report to moderator Logged

There was no point in saying anything, not until Demetri could get up and prevent this irrational man from doing something rash. He struggled; the few bits of his will to reach his limbs at all only got so far as to cause him to fall off the bench and into a pile of...something's...ashes. Well, it was a little better than before. Maybe I won't repeat this route home. He took a deep breath--there was one limb that did work, and it was his voice. "Monsieur--!" he called out to Ajax with inhuman coolness in the face of the burning building and the frustrated man. "It is the mysterious substance there smoldering--I am paralyzed and have no choice, monsieur, but if I could move from this spot, I would still refuse to. If I could, I would surely help you in another way--" A new wave of smoke replaced his words with a fit of coughing--it wasn't toxic, but this time, it was black and smothering; the fire had cut though to the building itself. If something was not done, a least some of it would burn down.

Scott regained his senses after inhaling a whiff of highly pungent smoke. He looked around with very dull vision at the scene around him. There was a rather large group of people gathered together looking down a particularly forbidding looking street where the fire Scott had smelled was apparently coming from. Yet no one moved. Not one single person ventured into the alley to help whatever poor, unfortunate soul was in the flaming building. Had these city folk no honor? Had they no pride? Scott tried to stand and get out of the wreck he had made of the fruit cart, yet found this more difficult than usual, as he had a splitting headache. He couldn’t quite remember why, although he remembered that he had been trying to forget something which he couldn’t remember. Giving his head a vigorous shake, he finally stood up and started towards the crowd. Stumbling upon a man on the edge of the group, Scott grabbed his shoulder to get his attention and more importantly to keep his balance. “What a b...b…..bloody ‘ell is gon on??” Scott breathed foul liquor breath into the man’s face, having trouble pronouncing the word “bloody.”

“Out o’ me face, boy!” The man yelled at him. “Can’t you see there’s a fire, ye’ young rip?!?”

“Cos tas a fire, tats obious.” Scott was amazed at his own inability to speak coherently. “Bu why i na un guna hep?” The man was beyond irritated. “Zats the UNDERWORLD, ye sack o’ vorms!” he said in disgust. “Zats “Colonel’s” ground, ye dog, ye drunk!” Seeing that the conversation was getting nowhere fast, and that someone might need help, Scott plunged into the once dark alley, which was now alight with blue flame.

The razing inferno quickly spread to surrounding structures, the enormous amount of smoke the fire exhaled blinding Van Ottens' view of the city skyline. He was leaning over the railing of his airship's promenade, trying to observe the tiny figures moving panick-strucken about deep down below. "What can you make of it, Mr Mate?" he asked his trusted deck officer, the only Englishman among his crew.

"Bloody hard to tell what the devil is going on down there, Sir," answered the man, not bothering the effort to remove the pipe from his mouth while he did. "It would seem that fire's spurring from the Underworld, tho'."

Van Ottens merely raised an eyebrow at hearing the name of that notorious part of London he would not be able to avoid. Not this time, no. He sighed and turned 'round to face his First Mate. "Navigate around the fire. We wouldn't want the ship damaged." The man replied with a simple nod. "And have our Telegrapher contact The Doctor. He should have the message in his possession already."

"Aye," said the deck officer, and with that he made for the steering cabin. They were dangerously nearing the fire now, but Van Ottens had great trust in the navigational skills of his crew. They would not be in peril.

"Ahh..." Shaking his head to clear the sudden confusion and fright of being shouted out by a huge Irishman and desperetly trying to recollect his French, Horatio closed his eyes and found some courage. "I wouldn't go in there sir," He addressed Ajax, pointing to the flat, "it's, ah, not the most naturally occuring of, of, combustible situations." He opened his mouth to say more then thought better of it. "If you could assit me in moving this gentleman to a safer place?" Horatio motioned to the fatigued Demitri, attempting to pull him to his feet as he spoke. "Monsieur nous sommes à être mobiles?" he would be the first to admit his French left much to be desired.

After a moment's pause, Demitri thanked Horatio and reminded him not to forget his books; he was recovering, but too slowly to get out of here alone. Maybe this wasn't a bad thing--just as before the fire, he was still lost. At least he thought he had heard Horatio right--his accent threatened to overpower Demitri's comprehension. He choked out his best English through the haze: "I think I may be able to stand now." Walking, though, was, as his swaying made obvious, going to be much harder. "You are very kind, Monsieur, but I will only require the assistance of Monsieur Callaghan--" He had seen the name scratched into the abandoned Illuminator, and butchered the pronunciation almost comically. "--if it is the only way to prevent him from imperiling himself." His speech was interrupted by violent coughing between every word--the fearless, matter-of-fact-ness with which he spoke was disproportionate to the danger they were in. Demetri hadn't the strength to pull out a handkerchief, and though Horatio did, he doubted he could breathe any better than himself. They could not stand here forever--something had to be done, fast.

Re: "STEAM LONDON" Game Thread « Reply #15 on: November 05, 2007, 07:02:32 pm » Reply with quoteQuote Hang your bleedin' fancy-talk, the both of you, thought Ajax, exasperated. Outwardly, he grunted and scooped up the wobbly Frenchman with little effort, depositing him in Horatio's arms. "I don't want to seem rude, sir, but me dead mate's only remainin' tools are in that burnin' hulk. I'm goin' in there, impiratellifyin' myself or no. You can go ahead an' just... lean there, maybe call the fire brigade, don't matter to me – but I'll be on the third floor scoopin' up wrenches if anybody needs me."

Pulling his newsboy cap off his round head and pressing the coarse fabric to his mouth and nostrils, Ajax grabbed a loose paving stone (he might have to break a window, after all) and shoved it into his coat pocket before lurching resolutely through the soot-choked doorway. The last time he'd crossed this threshold, Haywood had been in the best of health, eagerly ushering him up the rickety stairs towards the cluttered workshop and an early rendezvous with the hand of Fate. If I'm to die in a fire, he decided grimly, best to do it here, of all places. Fittin' end for the both of us, eh, Haywood? The smoke closed around his bulky form, obscuring it from view, and all was silent save for the crackle of the hungry blaze.

Merriwether sat in his study, enjoying the warmth from the fireplace. He went over to the bookshelves, and with some study, carefully selected a thick volume. Taking the book over to his writing desk, he opened it, and taking pen and paper to hand, began to make notes. The only sounds other than the sound of pen on paper and the cheery crackle of the fire, was the muted clicking and whirring that emanated from some shelves on the far wall. On these shelves sat a bank of telegraph tickers, clacking away intermittently, and feeding their paper tapes into a small Babbage engine that sat whirring to itself, as it digested the incoming tapes. Years ago, Moriarty had discovered how to tap into the government telegraph, and intercept its coded messages. After some time, the Professor had realized the value of telegraphy, and had quietly set up his own networks, that ran like a spiders web through Upper and Lower London. Those terminated in a second set of tickers.

 Hiram had only been writing for a short time, when he was interupted by the soft chime of a bell. Something interesting was coming in, or had been decoded from the wire. Hiram rose, and went to his tickers. Odd, he thought, not only the government spy network, but also his own were reporting a strange fire in Lower London. Hiram read a bit, and the went to his desk, and pressed a button. Almost immediately, his secretary, a weedy, but very efficient man, named Uriah Asquith, entered. 
 'Uriah, read this and tell me what you think"

"Certainly, master, it seems that it is a double report of an odd fire in one of the Lower London districts, it looks like near St-Martins, the Seven Dials sector" "Indeed" said Hiram. "Who is our local "boss" there?" "That would be Jimmy "Boxer" Wimbleton, I believe, master" said Uriah. "Again, indeed, and why has he not acted? One does not let ones sheep burn themselves to oblivion, before one can fleece them, one might say, Even those poor folks have their uses, and can be of profit to us. Send Lamont and his crew at once, Have "Boxer" removed from the position, permanently as it were, and painfully as well. Put Tulkington, his second in command in charge, and make sure that he not only puts the fire out, but finds the cause. If he needs to break some heads to do so, well, so be it" "At once, Master" said Uriah, and left the study.

Hiram rubbed the bridge of his nose, good local bosses were hard to find, and harder to keep, as they became ambitious. Lamont would ensure that "Boxer" was reminded of his failure, and Tulkington would get an object lesson by being made to watch.

A short time later, down in Lower London, the frantic clanging of the fire brigade bell could be heard, albeit a bit late. Through the chaos and smoke walked a few hard looking men, in black frock coats and bowlers, following an even harder looking man wearing a cape.

 A few hours later, some street urchins, scavenging in an alley, came across the broken, and barely recognizable body of the once Jimmy "Boxer" Wimbleton, uglier even in death than he had been in life... Not wasting any time, the urchins emptied his pockets, spat on him, and ran off...

Sir... Demetri noted, that's a new one. Goodness, they say it all the time here, now that I think about it--I cannot believe I've missed for so long. And in a situation like this, I'll probably forget it again before I can use it once!

Oh, well. But enough about that; the word's user was of more importance--his life, which was hanging by a thread. An immense fire brigade that could have populated the entirety of one of the towns he was accustomed to was attending the building, but the other side; none of them saw the impetuous Irishman. None of them even looked this way. Demetri struggled vainly against the lingering paralysis, not caring if the movement that had made its way to his arms bruised Horatio's. Something was boiling up in him that he had, for a long time, never let get past a quiet simmer: terror, for that imprudent fellow. Being so incapacitated was a veiled blessing--if he were not, he might have run in after him. "HELP! OVER HERE! MONSIEUR AJAX IS INSIDE!" He widely gestured toward where Ajax had disappeared with an arm that quickly fell back down, weakened. "HELP!" Agrippa's fancy speech had gone, and alas, he had forgotten the precious new word already.

Too far from the park, Demetri's efforts succeeded, though barely. His cries had caught the attention of one young newbie to the fire brigade with excellent hearing; no one else caught it over the roar of he flames and something continuing to explode on the top floor. But this was enough. When the youth, investigating, caught the shape of a towering person in a window, a fraction of the brigade was summoned, and a ladder propped against said window. Demetri, having never been in a situation so tense, was beside himself, and shocked that he was, and horrified that he was shocked...and so on. He stayed quiet; it and Ajax would be taken care of. "This never..." he exhaled, only half to Horatio. "...never happened in Annecy...never came so late...ils n'arrivent...jamais..."

Vagabond and Raconteur

  Scott was either amazingly stupid or very brave, but more probably a good mix of the two. He had dashed right into a sector of London that NO man in his right mind would have gone into…. even if it had not been in flames (which it had). Then, after he had nearly been run over by the fire brigade, he himself ran into an odd trio of characters: a paralyzed Frenchman, a scholarly looking book collector who was apparently trying to relieve the Frenchman of his stash of textbooks and then one fellow who was hard to make out. He was huge, THAT was obvious; he was also covered with soot, which made the rest of him hard picture. The man was also carrying a large bundle of objects in the crook of his arm, as if protecting them from some unseen enemy. Scott wondered why on earth the collection of junk the man was holding, which was as black as the man himself, was so important.
  As the firemen threw water on the roaring flames, in a hopeless effort to save the building, Scott advanced towards the odd group of men seated on the decaying park bench.
  His vocabulary being very limited after drinking so much, Scott was able to repeat the phrase he had asked the man in the crowd earlier: “Wha’ a b…bbb….bloody ‘ell is gon on?”

"Oui, c'est London, c'est nai pas rapide."

Horatio wrinkled his nose at the sight of Scott and his drunken inquisition. Feeling it impolite and potentially dangerous to ignore such attentions he freed a hand to adjust his spectacles then replaced it quickly as he felt Demetri slipping.

"It's, ahm, slight case of arson so it err-seems," He nodded towards the burning building, "can, can you perhaps see that Irish fellow a-around?"

His vision the way it was, smoke and soot served to limit his view to a few feet infront of his face. Beyond the drunken Scott he was aware only of the sounds of shouting and ringing of bells. Not an ideal situation to be in he considered and let his eye's wander to the bag that hung at his side, still there, he let an inward sigh of relief.

Finally...finally, Demetri felt enough of his feet to see if he could stand on them. He quietly stepped away from Horatio, wobbled for a few seconds, and sat down. How would he know how to get anywhere else? He spent the next thirty seconds composing himself while Horatio and a new stranger conversed, settling calmly into his usual impassive self, now that he knew the fire brigade had every window covered. Then he shifted his eyes between th other two men. "I apologize...it seems I lost my head for a moment..." He squinted at the building, which was almost obscured by smoke. Only its outline could be seen, as if all that was left was its shadow. "I don't know about you, but I spy something descending a ladder."

The stairs had been tricky, to be sure. Halfway up the first flight, Ajax had suddenly gotten that awful feeling in the pit of his stomach – that terrible lurching, slowly descending sensation that comes with an unexpected change in the terrain beneath one's feet. These damn stairs had never been well-constructed in the first place. Haywood had nearly broken one of the banisters the week before the accident, Ajax remembered, with the useless lucidity of one who can sense his world is about to get a lot more painful.

With a murderous gnashing of splintered beams, a five-step segment of the staircase tore itself from the wall and tilted like a trap-door beneath the lamplighter's heavy boots. It had only been the coarse fabric of his cap that saved him from a broken leg or two at the bottom of the stairwell – lunging for the landing a few steps above him, he scrabbled for the ruined post with both hands, forgetting that he'd been holding his hat to his face. It caught miraculously on an ugly shard of cheap wood, tearing a regrettable hole in the crown but ultimately providing enough support for Ajax to haul himself clear of the lovely new chasm he'd created.

Then the smoke caught up to him, and he clapped his poor cap to his face once more, choking. This was the second floor; he had yet another treacherous stairway to navigate. The fire seemed worse here: flames licked at the doorway to his left, and the lazily billowing smoke made it impossible to see more than halfway up the last stair. His eyes watered viciously, but he remembered two things all at once. Firstly, there had been a window (most likely shut) at the very top landing, where the smoke was thickest. Secondly, he had a paving stone, which he lost no time in hurling with all the precision he could muster.

The shatter of broken glass brought him momentary relief, and the smoke did seem to abate somewhat, but there was still that blasted stairway to consider. I made it up the first. It damn near killed me, but I'd do one more o' those in a jiffy, with Haywood's tools at stake. Besides, the cap's still got a bit o' luck left in 'er... He cast his eyes fondly down at his tweed guardian angel, and sprang with the fury of a desperate tiger.

The stairs seemed to be anticipating his move, or perhaps the force of his stride had been the straw that broke its back. A terrible scream of wooden frustration assaulted Ajax's ears, and he landed three steps up, horror-struck, as the very top step broke away from its mooring and began to plummet inexorably towards the red-flickering hell three floors below. Bellowing in desperation, he leaped once more. His thick arms flailed almost comically in the void, close enough to brush the wreck of the third floor landing... and were caught, stunningly, by a fireman from nowhere who braced himself against the rickety banister and screeched like a wounded gorilla. "For God's sake, man, pull yourself up! You'll break my arms and legs!"

He was a strong fellow, though, and somehow, despite his confused inaction, the Irishman found himself kneeling on the landing, gasping at the inside of his hat. "Tools," he panted, muffled by the tweed, and crawled past the concerned fireman, despite the man's protests, into the terrible old flat Haywood had called home. What little consciousness was left to him was glad indeed to see that nothing had been touched – although that was about to change. This poor little workshop would soon be meeting the same end as its master, and even a half-dead Ajax had no mind to see all of his friend's accomplishments perish along with it. He tore open the familiar cupboard and grabbed everything he could see, mindless of the omnipresent soot and dust. As an afterthought, he lurched to the rotten desk and flung open the Important Drawer, where Haywood kept the money and the letters from his sweetheart in Liverpool. Damned if I'll ever get a chance to find this girl – whoever she is – and give her the news, but Haywood would've done the same for me, burnin' flat or no. Satisfied, he crawled back to the fireman at the window, clutching his prizes like a sick child. "Get us out o' this hell-hole, will you?" he whispered, and coughed until he collapsed.

The fireman heaved, grunted, dug in his shoulder, and somehow managed to hoist the prostrate form out of the broken window and down the ladder. With luck, there weren't any more souls in there, he thought, since this one took so damn much time. Stubborn ox.

Demetri leaned a few inches further into the haze and gripped the edge of the bench to prevent himself from collapsing again--note that he now could grip it. His left eye twitched, the most disbelief he had ever outwardly expressed in his life. "C'est lui..." Yep, there was Ajax. "Horatio, you have your answer." The disgruntled fireman descended the ladder with a bleeding lip from nervous biting; under the weight of the both of them, it creaked worryingly. He strolled over to Scott, Horatio, and Demetri, if one carrying a man like Ajax can manage much of a stroll, and dropped him at Demetri's precarious feet in an explosion of wrenches. He lifted his goggles; his eyes stared down Demetri from two absurdly sootless patches on his face. "You asked for him. Stubborn bloke owes you some thanks..." He rubbed a sore arm. "...as do you owe me--English, please." To just say "merci" was still a reflex; Demetri fought against it. "Thank...you." Now what? It's a pity for him that my arms can't yet fan away the smoke. This was a job for what was still his most functional limb. "Monsieur Ajax?" No response. The fireman wrung his hands, hoping, praying that his exorbitant efforts had not been in vain; but Demetri had got his composure back, and did not lose a shred of it. Without a nervous blink, he repeated Ajax's name, louder this time.

Horatio's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the collapsed form of Ajax. Although not directly his fault per-se, he could not shake the intense feeling of guilt for the man's condition. Furrowing his brow he searched his mind back across many hours reading for some indication of what to do.

"Air! He need's air!" He almost squealed in excitement, "quick, erm..."

Looking around he almost missed his hand going instinctivly to his bag, gathering his senses he pulled out a sheath of paper covered in bizarre inscriptions and began fanning the unconcious Ajax.

"Being Irish I'm told there is another cure to his ailment, does any one have a drop of whiskey by chance?"

Hiram finished dressing, putting on his black pearl collar studs. Tonight's meeting with the 'foreign gentleman" was critical to

his plans, and he must look right. He had decided not to wear any of his more unobtrusive weaponry, as, like as not, they would be of little use against them an he would meet tonight. Indeed, coming armed with anything more than his wits would have been seen as a grave insult.

 Checking one last time in the mirror, he decided he was as ready as he could be. Hiram looked at his watch, then called for

Uriah to summon his coach, not the hansom, but rather the more formal and impressive four wheeled coach.

 He donned his hat and cape, and waited for his coach to arrived.. Then, handed up and in, he was off..

The coach rattled along the cobbled streets of Upper London, turning and twisting through the now-empty streets, The lights of the great buildings sparkled through the occasional break in the evening mist. No, tonight's meeting was not in Lower London, but rather in one of the exotic clubs that Hiram owned, albeit owned through a complicated and hard to follow trail of business fronts. The coach slowed and pulled up in front of a club, decorated in a garish Oriental style. "Chen Yu's Palace of Oriental Delights" read the marquis. Inside were the usual London entertainments, fine food and drink, and a dance floor and stage, all with an exotic Oriental feel. Few of its well-to-do clientele knew what went on below that finery, in the sub-levels below ground.

 Hiram was escorted in by Chen Yu himself who took Hiram's hat and cape, and shown through a discreet passage to a private area.

There, outside a set of great mahogany doors, Hiram waited, and after a discreet knock, was ushered into a private study, of muted elegance..

  Sitting in a high backed leather chair behind a desk was the man he had waited so long to see...In the chair was a man,

tall,lean and feline, high-shouldered, with a brow like Shakespeare and a face like Satan, a close-shaven skull, and long, magnetic eyes of the true cat-green. Invested in him was all the cruel cunning of an entire Eastern race, accumulated in one giant intellect, with all the resources of science past and present, with all the resources, which, if you will, of a wealthy government--which, however, already has denied all knowledge of his existence. There sat Fu-Manchu, the yellow peril incarnate in one man.

 Hiram bowed deeply. The green eyes bored into him. Fu Manchu spoke:
"I know what you desire from me, and you have something for which I would exchange it"

Hiram was surprised by that voice, clear, and soft, and with only a hint of an accent.

"Ah, I surprise you,do I then? My tutors in your tongue were from Oxford, you see. Please be seated."

Hiram felt a touch on his arm, and turned to find two great, bare-chested, turbaned guards. They brought forward a leather chair, and a small side table, and placed them down, opposite their master. Fu Manchu gestured, and Hiram sat.. Hiram spoke:

 "I am honored to be in your presence, great lord. It is my hope that we can do business profitable to both of us this night.

I have for you a small token of my thanks and appreciation"

Hiram withdrew from his jacket a small leather case, and laid it on the desk. "It is most rare, and I think you will find it well

suited to your particular tastes. It is the concentrated venom of the North Sea Striped Kraken, most deadly."

Fu manchu opened the case, and with drew a sealed vial containing an opaque green liquid that shimmered oddly in the light.

"An excellent gift, Colonel, I have not had the pleasure of owning this particular poison. I offer you a gift in return" Fu Manchu gestured, and a servant laid a velvet case on the table beside the Colonel.

"Open it, Colonel, and behold"

Hiram opened the case, inside, cushioned in velvet was a dagger, worked in gold, and the finest Japanese layered steel. elegant yet simple, with its hilt ornamented by a single gem, a star gem, its colour a match for Fu Manchu's eyes.

 'I am most deeply thankful, great lord, you do me a singular honour" said Hiram.

'So, now to business, Colonel? My time in your country is short, for I am hounded even as we meet by your countryman Nayland Smith. But I am a remiss host, a drink perhaps, before we talk?"

 Hiram nodded, and immediately a servant laid a decanter of brandy and a glass on the sire table.  On the desk beside Fu Manchu,

a servant placed a decanter containing a liquid whose colours seemed to shift with the light, and a small crystal glass.

 Hiram waited as the servants poured.
"Ah, you wonder at my drink? It is a wondrous sight is it not? That Colonel is what in your Latin tongue would be "Elixir vitae".

It is the drink of life, and has allowed me to live these many centuries unaged. I alone know its makings, and those servants who concoct it for me die after the making of each measure. But then, I prattle. A toast, then, "To Mutual Gain" "

 Hiram raised his glass, and the two men drank.

"As you have said, then great lord, to business" said Hiram. 'I know you rule the east, as I rule Lower London. You wish to expand that rule through what is now a European sphere of influence, the subcontinent of India, and through the Hindu Kush and Khyber to the Mediterranean and Africa. I desire London, and Europe an eventuall the Americas. By our own means we lack resources, but it is in resources that we compliment each others endeavours"

"Indeed, you understand the thing admirably" smiled Fu Manchu, with a smile that was as humorless as death. "I know what you

need to attain your grip on London. You wish to introduce opium and the extract of the Black lotus into your society. I can provide you with a supply route, as well as access to other items of high profit for you, in return for...."

 "I know what you need, dread lord, that being access to London's steam technology and modern arms as well as a way to access

our banking system to handle the funds needed by your organization in Europe. I can provide these" said Hiram.

 " Ah, then I see that our ambitions do indeed supplement each other. I think we have reached an..... understanding. I trust our

agents will work out the details satisfactorily"

 Hiram rose, and offered his hand. Fu Manchu looked at him and smiled that same smile "I do not shake hands, Colonel, I abhor

the practice, and as my word is my word, I find there is no need of the gesture, we have a bargain"

 Hiram bowed and turned to leave. As he did Fu Manchu spoke.
"A caution Colonel, do not think to cheat or betray me, I have a long reach, and there are many more ways to kill a man than you

would realize"

Hiram turned and bowed... "A saying in my country, dread lord.. "Honour among thieves"..

He strode out through the gaiety in the Club, and retrieved his hat and cape.

Later on, in his study, toying with the dagger he had been given and enjoying a whiskey , Hiram smiled to himself.. Yes, it had

been a good meeting indeed....

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---Begin Second Page--- Samuel "Scuzz" Tulkington took another drink from the bottle of gin on the tabel in front of him. Spread out were the ledgers and notes left behind by "Boxer" Wimbleton. Tulkington now knew 'Boxer's" secret. He had been skimming profit from the rackets, and holding back from the Colonel. "Gods, what a bleedin' mess. I'll have to make up the shortfall. Bloody "Boxer" getting too fancy fer his britches, and all" he sighed.. "And then this fire, if I don't find out what THAT"S about, it'll be my neck next" Tulkington sighed, and took another swig... "Billy! get yer bleedin' arse in here. NOW!" he yelled.. The door opened and a slight young man, raggedly dressed, and dirty as a sweep. "Aye, Bossman?" "Get down to the Seven Dials and find what's bloody well going on down there with that fire. Who started it, and all. You need muscle, take Scoggins and Bumble wit' you. Tell 'em I said to get their thumb's out and 'op to it!.. and quick mind ye, the Colonel's asking!"

 Billy ran out the door, yelling down the stairs to the two bully-boys..

"Bleedin' Hell, what a day, what a day" mumbled "Scuzz" taking another drink.. He had seen and heard what LAmont had done with "Boxer" before releasing him to death. That had given "Scuzz" a great desire to make sure he did his job well. He had no desire to have a visit from Lamont, ever. Not all the gin in Lower London would erase the sights and sounds of Lamont's "professional call" from his memory...

At Horatio's inquiry, Demetri gasped and tried to reach into his breast pocket; the attempt only got him a mess of numb, tangled fingers. Time for plan B: he rocked back and forth like a frightened child until he felt a bottle smaller than the palm of his hand jump in it. Just a little more... "I thought I should finally try some--being in London this long--but not much..." Ping! The world's smallest bottle of whiskey, no more than two inches tall, shot into the air and came down right on Ajax's head. It was anyone's question where Demetri had got such a thing. "Je suis désolé--!" he cried. Report to moderator Logged "An eruption!" I said. "We're in the chimney of an active volcano?" "I think so," said the professor smiling, "and that's the best thing that could happen to us!"

Whiskey?

Whiskey. Ajax's eyes fluttered at the promise of alcohol – and the rapidly-descending decanter hit him square between them.

"Bleedin'... soddin'... plaguy... ooh, hello!" It was whiskey! He forgot his ringing ears and burning throat for a moment and sat bolt upright, uncorking the tiny bottle and downing its contents in a split second. Pity, hardly more than a drop or two... He cast about for more, and his eyes fell on the concerned trio around him. "Who do I have to thank for that, eh – and any chance they've got another on 'em?"

The tools! Where were – ah! He scrabbled in the dirt for Haywood's various belongings, suddenly very aware of his cuts and bruises. Good Lord, he was filthy, too. A pox on fires, and soot in general. At least he had what he'd come for, and the Illuminator was still lying on the grass, unharmed. Leaning on the fireman's arm, he hoisted himself to his feet and stumbled over to the contraption, but his muscles screamed blue murder at him when he tried to hoist it onto his back. "Damn!"

Giving up on the brass monstrosity, he turned to Horatio and Demetri and sat down hard on the grass, groaning and rubbing his aching neck. "All right, so now that the brigade's gettin' everythin' ship-shape, I figure someone oughta let me know just why me mate's flat is burnin' down. Any takers?" He wasn't mad, per se – after all, it was ironically fitting – but that building had held some small shred of nostalgia for Ajax, and certainly for old Haywood. Besides, he still needed to gather his strength, and one couldn't just turn one's back and walk away without hearing the story.

"It was mine, monsieur," said Demetri. "The smell of it failed to appeal to me enough for me to purchase another." He turned to the now much happier fireman and thanked him for arriving in time in a voice one might normally use to thank a waiter for a glass of water. "I feared you wold not hear me calling you." The fireman squinted confusedly. "If you were so desperate to save this troublemaker, tell me why you didn't just come to where we were?" "That relates to just the question Monsieur Ajax asks us--what I can answer." He gave Ajax a sideways glance. "Before there was any fire, I observed an explosion in the corner of my eye, in the window of the top floor. Something blue, and before the fire was of any danger to the building's foundation, smoke was--it was the same blue at first, and put me down for an unexpected nap on this bench. My nerves are yet to completely wake up with the rest of me, and I can still barely move. I think I'll be all right, but the initial explosion has to have involved strong chemicals, or I can jump up and do a cartwheel for you." He paused to let them make sense of this, his mouth a thin line as straight as his face had been even through his second of jest. "I will venture to voice my suspicion that the explosion and its noxious aftereffects were the product of a science experiment gone horribly awry; but history, not chemistry, is my specialty. I have nothing more useful to give you on the matter." Report to moderator Logged

"Might I suggest," Horatio clambered to his feet and replaced his notes within the tattered leather bag, "we locate a somewhat more erm suitable location within which to discuss events? The evening is ah closing in and this is no place to be after dark. Call it sutble irony, but I would find myself err much more inclined to shed light on the subject in front of a ah warming fire so to speak."

He removed his glasses and began to clean them nervously with an old handkercheif. Report to moderator Logged Piece by piece, snip by snip, croup, dock, haunch, shoulders, hip, Tread by thread, primmed and pressed, yard by yard, never stressed, And that's the Art of the Dress! the Hat

"Marvelous," Horatio's eyes lit up as he replaced his spectacles, "shall we Gentlemen?" Report to moderator Logged

Demetri answered affirmatively with a rare smile. "Perhaps I will see my Professor Agrippa there...he taught me English. I always wonder where he is in such a hurry to go every afternoon. I only hope I will be able to follow you." Report to moderator Logged the Hat "I have not seen any professors or such folk as that, they are mostly the younger students. I do know that they make a mean ale and coffee, or tea, if such a thing catches your fancy." Scott looked at the endearing Frenchman and asked: "Sir, I'm not sure quite how stable I am myself, but do you require a "hand" as it were? You do not look well!"

Only students? Boring. The smile dropped from Demetri's countenance, leaving only the usual poker face, but he was glad to have this group; they would be the source of the only mildly intriguing conversation in the establishment. His knees protested as he stood up. He was more content not asking for help, but he had slept on this bench once, and it had got old fast. "Merci--maybe one hand, but no more than that." Report to moderator Logged

At the prospect of a quick drink (and the story, naturally, but the drink was the main attraction), Ajax's eyes lit up. "Aye, that'd hit the spot. That poor little dram o' whiskey must be gettin' a mite lonely in me innards without a few of his mates to keep him company..."

Grunting like a troglodyte, he managed to hoist the Illuminator and cradle it in his arms. His legs bent like a Hussar, he managed a grin at the Scotsman, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere with his brilliant idea. "Dunno who you are, mate, but I daresay you think a lot like I do."

That reminded him, though – he hadn't introduced himself! Terrible manners to leave oneself nameless for more than a minute, Haywood always said, but Ajax had a little ways to go before he could approach his late friend's level of social grace. "Almost forgot," he grunted, wincing as he shifted the invention's weight to extend a massive, calloused hand in the general direction of everyone present. "Ajax Callaghan."

Scott had always known he liked Irish folk! The huge man, named Ajax, seemed to be more than friendly; he wondered why on God's great Earth that his family despised the red-headed highlanders so. He had never seen anything to fear or hate about them. So, while smiling a large Scottish smile, he shook Ajax hand and said: "Aye, whiskey it is! Or they have a good Scottish ale I'm fond of: Skull-splitter!" Scott grinned widely at Ajax, hoping the invitation would make him even more friendly. Then, Scott helped to Frenchman to his feet. They both wobbled precariously, but managed to keep their balance. The man said something unintelligible to Scott in French, but by the look on his face, it was a comment of gratitude. Once everyone seemed up and able with all their odd assortment of gear in hand, Scott called to the group entire: "Well lads! It's off to the pub we go!"

'Bucer's Quill' was a public house like many others in London, the oak door painted a dark green, stained darker by the soot and smoke and it's coat peeling from years of neglect, gave way to a low ceiling from which hung just enough oil lamps to provide illumination for the regulars to see their drinks, but not enough for close inspection. At one end a rotund Publican with huge handlebar mustache cleaned a pewter tankard with his apron, behind him row upon row of unmarked casks sat on a shelf barely managing to support their weight.

Scott led the group to his regular table by the roaring fireplace in front of which a flat capped old gent slumbered in an old armchair, his faithful hound keeping a constant vigil on a tankard that sat beside his master. As his companions pulled low stools to the solid oak table, it's varnish stained deep burgundy by years of spilt drinks, Horatio wandered to the bar and returned with a round of a suspect beverage by the name of 'Skull-splitter.' Sliding them across the table to the assembled, he swung into a seat beside Ajax and stowed his bag beneath the table.

"Darcy," he grinned after taking a sip of the dark and bitter liquid, "Horatio Darcy. Apologies for any inconvienience you may have suffered as a result of that nasty business with the fire, errm, I found myself in a corner whilst attempting to do business with one of the residents. Of course it was only after I saw fit to defend myself that his penchant for Alchemy was revealed."

That said, Horatio looked at his beer, then over his shoulder, glimpsed at the others faces, then took another swig.

"You see I'm getting somewhat desperate in my purpose here, perhaps I might not have been so rash as to see this particular gentleman had I more clues to what I seek."

The gravity of his situation struck home and Horatio lent backwards to regard his drink.

The companions were just settling into their drinks and a discussion of the fire and surrounding events when there was a cough from behind them... "Ello, then gents.." Horatio turned and saw three men approaching their table. The other regulars had suddenly started staring into their drinks, and studiously minding their own affairs.. The man who spoke was dressed in a ragged coat and trousers, with a woollen muffler warpped about him. he wore a battered top hat, and was as dirty as a chimmney sweep. He had hard look about him, and a foxy, pocked face.

With him were two others. One was a broad shouldered, well built fellow, who had the air and look of a seasoned professional prize-fighter. His knuckles were scarred, and his nose had been broken, several times too many, by the look of it. He attitude was watchful, and ready, and he had that air of confidence that a seasoned and successful fighter had. He dressed in a linen shirt, sleeves rolled back, black trousers with hobnail boots, and a leather vest. This was topped of by a bowler. Tucked into the back of his belt, was a leather blackjack. Beside him was someone altogether different, a large towering man, larger even than Ajax. His fists were large and scarred, his legs like tree trunks. He was built like an ox, and appeared to be solid muscle. Strangely enough, atop all this was a face that looked oddly child like. He was dressed in a set of boilermakers overalls, and wore a flat cap..
"As I woz sayin, then gents, 'ello.. Me name's Billy, and the fightin' cock to me left is Scoggins. The big un's Bumble. A likkle birdie tells me you all woz at that fire wot 'appened over at Seven Dials. Me boss wants fer me to find out as wot 'appened, as 'IS boss wants to know right quick, see? Now my Boss, 'e's an all roight sort, but, a word to the wise, mates, you don't want to go crossin' 'is Boss. So, seeing as some of you gents seem to be new to these parts, me boss said to go easy, as you moight not know the rules of the place, as it were"
Billy reached into his coat, and pulled out a purse...
"Me Boss can be a gen'rous sort, to those wot see things 'is way" Billy dropped the purse on the table..

"These a gold sov'rin in there fer the each of youse, just for a bit of h'information on what you knows about that fire.. That's the easy way of it, or, if youse would rather, me two cullies here would be 'appy to discuss things wit youse.. An' one more thing, I wouldn't be trying any flash cove tricks.. You'd not last long, this is me Boss's territry, and its fair short on hidey holes for those coves wot think they can run and 'ide from my Boss... So boyos, like as to be old friends, then.. will you tell Billy what ye be knowin' ? " ......

Ajax's eyes narrowed, and his mouth split in an unpleasant grin as he uncrossed his legs and pushed his chair ever so slightly away from the table. He swallowed his mouthful of ale and exhaled slowly and deliberately. Steam practically hissed from his wide nostrils as he fixed the grotty newcomer with a withering stare. Petty thugs were a dime a dozen in the Underworld, but this one seemed to be giving himself airs like he was some bigwig somewhere. Most just laid a man flat and then told him what they wanted from him.

"You're talkin' me language, mate, but you're not sayin' what I want to hear. What I'd love to be hearin' right now is a hearty 'Top o' the mornin', gents! Can I buy youse another round?', not a bleedin' threat." He cracked his knuckles, and cursed inwardly. Bleedin' fire still has me seein' stars. Need more ale, Callaghan, yes you do. Don't nobody intimidate me without a black eye for their troubles. He raised the mug to his lips and drained it. If push came quite literally to shove, there was still the good ol' Mark II, snug under the table where the knuckleheads might not have seen it.

"I've got a counter-proposal for you, though, an' I think you might like it, if I knows your type like I think I do. We tells you the fire was an accident; somebody's mother fell asleep in the middle o' boilin' some pottage, or whatever it takes to keep your 'boss' happy. You go stuff your moneys – keep 'em for yourself or join us for a round or whatever suits your fancy – and we all goes home as happy lads..." He leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head, and inspected the bottom of his mug with mock interest. "Else, we can all have this out and you can get two lovely fires to report to your chief."

He looked from face to face at the table, suddenly noticing a certain lack of support from his companions, and snorted disparagingly. "Unless you'd all rather not get your precious cufflinks dirty, o' course."

Billy looked at Ajax..

 "Ah, an Oirish gentleman of principle... me dear ole muvver was Oirish, before I kilt her and her cheatin' flash cove.  No boyo, Oi'm  a diff'rent sort than you'd like have known back home in Oireland, you sees, Oi means what Oi says, and Oi'm not just a flash cully what works fer yer local Big Yin...
So, let me say, one more time nice like, yer new here, and London town down here, well, it belongs to the Colonel, yer see. Ye'll live longer and maybe see yer grandkids if yer nice.. Now me Boss, he knows what he knows, and as I wuz saying, you can tell nice and friendly like what  ye saw, or know, or, ye'll not make it past the morrow, a tragic accident an all, and then we'll be having that fancy toy of yers ye seem so fond of,  to take to my Boss. Now, seeing as I wuz told to be noice and polite like, I'll have anuvver round sent over here, and me and me mates will sit over there by the door while ye and your mates decoides. Oi just needs ter know what ye saw, and whatever else ye can tell me about that passin' strange fire."
 Billy whistled to the barkeep, who nodded and bent to the pulls...He turned back to the group..

"Oi'll give ye some advice about London, me fine Oirish gent, for the sake of me dear ole muvver. It's like this, all koinds of ways of livin' and makin' some good coin, if ye plays by the rules... Trouble bein, there's lots more ways of dyin', be it, fast, slow, neat er nasty, than ye could think of, should ye cross them folks as makes the rules.. Oi don't doubt a big fine gent loike yersef could give me and me bully-boys trouble, maybe even leave us here daid on the floor, but how many time after that could ye come out on top, ye'd be watchin' yer back fer the rest of yer life, an a short one it'd be fer sure. So, take some advice from ole Billy, 'ave a drink on me, and talk it over wit yer mates.. O'ill be waitin' over there..take yer toime, Oi've got all night, and me sovs are easy money..."

Demetri had been just about to introduce himself, too, when Billy had walked up. "Good evening, monsieur...!" he had greeted him cordially, innocent of the danger, but was ignored. What followed was the biggest mess of unintelligible English things he did not understand that he had heard since he had hopped off the boat from France. Then his companions had all looked so threatened...Demetri sat there silently and uncomfortably, with a comically befuddled look on his face, feeling unable to help until he knew what was going on; this frightening man's speech lost him every time he tried to follow it. When Billy finally wandered off, leaving everyone else at the table in a seeming state of anxiety, Demetri could only think of saying one thing. He took a sip of his glass of absinthe while the others looked after Billy in a tense silence. "I call myself--" He cut himself off and intensely concentrated for a second, remembering how they said it in English. "--my name is Demetri. Demetri Rousselle. I regret to say I understood almost nothing that man said, though I fear he was inexcusably rude to Monsieur Ajax and promise to tell him what I think of that once I know what he was talking about," he sniffed. "I only picked up a few words--and I think I may be the newest to this place of us all."

That man had no right! How dare he make threats to a man such as Ajax! He had always known that he disliked "Billy," whoever that impostor said he was. He had a VERY poor Irish accent as well. Scott had courted a colleen for four years, and knew how REAL Irish folk talked. Ajax was the real deal......... "Billy" was not; this made him extremely suspect in addition to his already suspicious characteristics. And then there was that "Colonel" fellow again. I'd like to give that bastard a piece of my mind, Scott thought as he muttered a quiet stream of profanity into his mug of ale. "The rotten, pig-eared, bile eating son of a..." he looked over at Demetri, who was utterly confused by the goings on. "Don't worry me fine friend, I believe our good Irish man can take care of himself! Now what, pray tell, where you doing paralyzed on a park bench? I am quite curious!"

Ajax fumed. 'Me deer ole muvver wos Oirish! Oi'm 'alf Oirish, boyo! Oo er, lookit me bein' all Oirish!' If there was one thing he disliked more than stuck-up ponces with their noses in books, it was stuck-up ruffians who tried out their Irish accents on him. Most waited until they were good and drunk, but this one had daring of a type he hadn't often crossed as a steelworker. Either there was truth in his talk about his boss, or he was the spunkiest liar in London. Don't matter any more, though – he's crossed the damn line. He set down the mug with furious restraint, cracked his huge knuckles, and growled across the room through his clenched teeth. "Call it a toy again, ye boot-lickin' scumbag, an' I'll kill you an' yer mates just for the chance to hunt down yer boss, an' his boss, an' Satan his boss, an' knock out all his pointy teeth one by one 'til he's taught his witless muck-rakers what not to say to an actual Irishman."

Demetri, even sitting just across from the fuming Ajax, didn't flinch. "When I regain my legs, I'll gladly clear your path straight to the boss," he said as eloquently as ever. His second glass of absinthe (and these were not small glasses) had been delivered, and he showed nor felt any affect of the first whatsoever--it seemed his level personality outweighed the usual effect of alcohol on a person, almost supernaturally. "This Billy fellow gets worse with everything you say." Hearing Ajax and Scott, he had started to piece something together. He turned to Scott. "I dimly recall having told the story a bit ago, but if my memory fails me, what started the fire was some noxious substance that exploded on the top floor, and the fumes were blown straight into my face. That is the last I remember before by this gentleman--" he near imperceptibly nodded in Horatio's direction. "--appeared out of thin--ah, non; it was very thick air, and awakened me. I could not do much more than blink then, but now, I think I can at least walk and know I can lift this glass. And maybe even kick." He narrowed an eye at Billy.

As Ajax called across the bar Horatio couldn't help but sink lower into his chair and lean his head forwards onto the table, his clenched fist slowly hammering the oak beside him. He heard the sound of scraping wood and cluttering tankards across the room and closed his eyes in resignation.

Then a thought occured and he sat bolt upright, looking at the approaching thugs like a hungry crocodile.

"I say," he whispered to his companions, "if we could see to leaving one concious I have a few questions I might ahm, ask." Billy turned back at this outburst and said... "And you tink Oi'm not Oirish? Sure, now thats a mistake ye'll be making. Oi was born in County Down, me father was a Taggarty, and my muvver was a Kilfillen, afore I cut her froat for layin with that cheatin' English flash cove.. Oi was forced to leave over that, and 'ere I am these past 20 years.. Now boyo, I'll tell ye this, your a dead man if'n ye dont sit back doown and think on this."

Billy nodded, and a small boy, obviously a runner, scrambled out the door.

"Me Boss will know in a few minutes what's happenin' here, and say, that maybe I don't leave here tonight.. You'll be dead afore the day is new, and ye'll never even see it coming.. As Oi was sayin, the be the Colonel's world, Lower London, and 'e don;t take kindly to what upsets 'is plans.. Ye could even kill me Boss, and it wouldn't bother the Colonel none, and ye'd still be dead. Ye've no way of knowing who's who down here, a newcomer like yerself, and ye can;t watch yer back allways. So for the sake of auld times, afore ye do something rash, think on it.. Oi'll leave if ye want, and take me bullies wif me, but is yer life to be that short?

Demetri heard the word "dead" a few times and reasoned that Billy was probably not directing the word at himself. Good Lord, he could have been speaking Chinese! Whatever it was, he noticed something suspicious about it, and had no way of knowing that the topic of conversation had left language behind or of Billy's deadly position in the underworld. "I believe, monsieur, that something is different about your accent if I can understand Monsieur Ajax better than you!" That had felt good. Fear was a foreign concept to the young man... He turned back to Horatio and lowered his voice considerably. "What do you propose? And what does 'colonel' mean?"

"Colonel is a military rank dating from sixteenth centuary Italy, designating one assigned in command of field troops whilst still maintaining a field position. In charge of the column so to speak as originated from the Latin 'columnella'," Horatio opened his mouth to continue then remembered himself, "Propose? Err, naturally I have a pistol in my bag, regretably I have nothing in the way of ammunition, but that's rarely something I, ah advertise."

He drummed his fingers on the table for a moment then furrowed his brow.

"Of course I'm a pacifist by physique, so I'd usually suggest running." ---End Second Page---

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-(Just to warn you this game is big and complicated.  This summery is just a quick and dirty thing that needs to be updated.)
+Steam London Game Thread (WIP to replace the summary lost due to someone's inadvertent erasure of the original summary; much will be simply copied and pasted until I can get around to editing and formatting. Also, This may be boiled back down to a summary at some point. I cannot and will not guarantee any set timeframe for completion - I simply have too many other things going on. Life happens, in other words. Apologies in advance to all authors and players of the game - MWBailey)
+[[category:Steam London]]
-=Overview=
+== Steam London ==
-''The Steam London game plot began as a mix of characters and their actions within London, which could get confusing. As time passed, a single cohesive plot emerged.''
-Emma Lighton and her athereal partner George Lewinstine boarded the airship [[APF Bohème]] just to get away from their malevolent previous employer, the fearsome Captain Black. The "Boheme" seemed to be on a routine, if shady, courier service, travelling to China to retrieve equipment in exchange for some rare engineering plans. But there turned out to more to the plans than met the eye...and more danger lurking in London than thought possible. Now the crew of the Boheme is caught up in a battle against insidious, otherworldly forces that seek to enslave and destroy the human race. The enemy walks among us and the plot runs deep. But the crew of the Boheme and their allies are among the most talented and courageous personages in the world. Are you willing to join the fight for our dimension?
+Bracer had been moving around the city since sunrise. It was now midday and he was getting hungry again. He was using his usual mode of transport: his grapple. He had become very good at slinging it onto poles, bars, ledges etc. and then swinging gracefully from the current rooftop to the wall of the next building and winching himself up. It was not at all a "spider-man" style way of getting around, despite what people may initially think. He knew where he was. He almost always knew where he was in London, on the rooftops at least. He headed a little south and spotted what he was looking for. It was a market place, one he often visited when he wanted food. There was an old building at the edge of the market place, it was helpful because older buildings were smaller buildings and that meant he would be able to attach his grapple to a part of the building, and absale down into the market. Something he was in the act of doing right now.
+He had two steady hands on the winch at his waist, gently lowering himself down the edge of this building. It took a while to reach the floor, but if he did it too fast he would likely loose his grip on the winch and end up falling a distace that didn't bare thinking about. When he neared the ground he didn't go the final way, he waited. There was a stall just below him, it was a bakery, displaying a particularly delicious looking lump of bread on a table near him. There was a roof over it so he couldn't tell where the owner was, also everyone in the market seemed to have been too busy to have noticed him, so he slowly winched himself down, a rare occasion where his feet connecting with a horizontal surface for a brief few moments of the day. He crawled along next to the stall, popped his head over the table with the bread on. The owner was selling some muffins to a customer on the other side of the stall, fortunately. He sunk back down under the level of the table and moved back to the wall. He stood up and put the loaf of malformed bread in the satchel at the back of his belt. He then went back up, up towards the top of the building, up towards freedom, up towards his paradise. Up towards his home.
+He had become well acquainted with all the main geographical aspects of London and was on his way to his favourite. It was a tall building from which he would be able to see all of London. If the smog wasn't in the way. But he was cut off part way in his daydream, half way up the wall to this building. A voice was being directed at him.
+Demetri Rousselle was still in the University College, down the steps of which poor Professor Agrippa strode two at a time, clutching his meager sized top hat to keep the nipping London wind from knocking it off. He pained to leave the poor boy like he had an appointment more urgent than with his cat and the newspaper, but the alternative was to be stuck in his classroom until nightfall. Demetri always had another take on the lesson to go on after the lecture about, another connection or another theory, and always in rapid French--a mark of his intelligence and dependence on the French speaking professor for someone to truly speak his mind to, but not something Agrippa could sit through on a daily basis.
+He practically leapt into the first carriage he saw, tracing the word "godspeed..." in his exhale; he had only until his persistent student got out of the bathroom to be out of sight.
+***
+Almost immediately after Agrippa left, Demetri retraced his steps with his usual stack of textbooks he had bound together with an extra belt, a blissfully unsuspecting lack of expression on his face. He was silently looking forward to taking a roundabout way back to his dingy flat, through a part of town he had never seen before--when he came to a small hill between it and school, he wandered down instead of up.
+Down--chips and cracks began to appear in the lower stories of buildings; a quaint display of their antiquity, he thought. Surely no vandals who existed who could do the damage. He turned north in a direction he speculated to be in the direction of his flat--further down--the buildings towered and seemed to bow inward like the teeth of a giant. In this part of town, its inhabitants did not merely live in the city--they were swallowed by it and, honestly, all looked in various stages of digestion. Shouts fearful and furious crisscrossed the windows above him; from one, at the top of the tallest and pointiest of teeth, there was a blue flash of light--curtains bloomed into an azure fireball, the window cracked and shards of glass pierced the ground no more than a meter behind innocent Demetri, who took no notice.
+This place, he observed, had never been addressed in any of his books--a shame.
+An absolutely spiffing carriage--with no horses at that--thought Demetri, swerved, just missing him; Demetri missed the bottle of absinthe in the hand of the whiskered driver. It collided with one of the horse drawn variety just out of his hearing (and maiming) range; Demetri caled out a friendly "Bonjour--ah, hello...!" to a child scaling one of the buildings as though he were passing him on a safer street.
+He was walking along one of the countless trails of destruction that slithered through the shadiest corner of London, miraculously staying just ahead of the mayhem as though there was a lucky cricket in his pocket, protecting him as he ventured downward.
+Eventually, he located a bench in what seemed to be a park (in reality, had used to be a park before it was neglected beyond recognition) and sat down on the only corner not polka dotted with scorch marks and worked out where he was. He had taken no more than two turns to arrive at this...lively...piece of London since he had left the college--three? Maybe just one? Oh, well; he knew that his home was always in the direction of that...that clock tower...what was the name? If he could see it, name aside, he could get home. He stretched his neck skyward and looked all around the skyline--nothing; as tall as it was, here, it was obscured behind the teeth.
+Directions, then. I'll ask the next helpful looking person--no, the next person who sits down if they know the way. That way, I'll just have more time to sit and watch the people... And what interesting people there were...he crossed his legs and relaxed, feeling as safe as he was in any district--to him, not having lived here a year yet, there was only one, made of all of the city's sprawling roads; east and west, up and down, deep down.
+A fog blew in from above, softly tinted blue, and he squinted through it, thinking nothing of its noxious pouring from the ruptured window overhead, dragged out by the wind. Blinked it out of his eyes...just blinked and couldn't stop...sleepy...his books passed as a pillow...down, down, down...
-== Pre-Boheme Plot==
+When the windswept gasses cleared, Demetri was curled on the bench, fast asleep. Unless it was loud, or painful enough, nothing could wake him, not for a while.
-Bracer roams the roofs of London while Demetri Rousselle gets very lost and falls a sleep on a bench.  Horatio runs from a fire and tries to wake Demetri but it doesn't work.  Ajax Callaghan fresh from a bad business meeting demands to know what caused the blaze.  Hiram plays cards and sets up a meeting with Chen-yu.
-Geirulf spears apples and Van Ottens watches the fire from above. Demetri wakes shakily as Ajax desides to enter the fire and Scott Coolige tries to drunkenly investigate.  Horatio and Demetri try to stop him as Ajax rushes in to the the blaze. Hiram sends the fire brigade and the local boss is replaced.
+Emerging from the blue smoke filled building with his handkerchief clasped firmly over his face, Horatio cleared the air with a frantic waving of his free hand before collapsing to his knees and coughing violently. He'd heard the manners of your average Londoner were somewhat lacking, but so far the majority of his investigations had been met with outright hostility.
+He rolled onto his back and watched the swirling gases clear whilst pondering his next move, the bribes, information fee's and high cost of London living had left him with little more than a shilling and it was a long walk back home. The air clear, he sat up and scanned his surroundings, dirt, smoke, cramped houses and someone sleeping on a pile of books.
+Climbing to his feet he sighed and tried to remember the route back to his lodgings, starting down the street he stopped suddenly and turned around... books... down here...
-Ajax grabs his dead partners love notes to his sweetheart in Liverpool and tools.  He makes it out and collapses.  Hiram and Chen Yu make a deal for influence and power. Ajax is revived by the power of whiskey and they deside to go to a bar.  Horatio leads them to Bucer's Quill.  Hiram's boys ham fisted-ly try to find out what caused the fire and almost cause a riot in the bar but after some tenseness they back off.
+"Excuse me sir?" Horatio nudged the sleeping Demetri, "Hello?"
+A few moments passed and with it his patience, having looked round and satisfied that the coast was clear he drove a fist into the Demetri's arm.
+"Excuse me sir?"
-Horatio is on a mission to find a certain text. He mentions Moriarty and gets a lesson in how London really works. A Member of Parliament is found dead.  Wyatt tries to stir up a revolution. Ajax and Demitri leave to go get what Ajax saved from the fire. Scotland Yard performs an autopsy.   Hiram goes for a walk and kills a hired killer.
+"Sir! Hold on, sir! You haven't even seen the trick wi' the pressure gauge yet, sir!"
-Horatio says he is looking for a study of true resurrection undertaken some 2000 years before Christ achieved the same feat.  Two time travelers argue and time goes funny for a bit(I think).  Demetri knows of Horatio's book and it may be in his own university. Horatio, Scott and Demetri are thrown out of the bar by it's fearful owner. Russians were behind the hired killer and they are old foes of Hiram's.  Horatio decides to go to the university for himself. Edward the manager of Bucer's Quill and Demetri fight.  Agrippa looks for his lost student and  Demetri and Scott go to find Horatio.
+The heavy Irish brogue emanating from the rundown public house was soon followed by the hastily exiting figure of a diminutive fellow in a dented bowler and soot-dusted spectacles, babbling incoherent apologies over his shoulder. "Terribly sorry, my dear chap, but I've got a, er, an appointment... with my, erm, ah... I say, good luck, though! Cheerio!"
-Underwood looks for work.  Von Watt chases some one and causes time hiccups. Demetri is suddenly home later he sends out a interesting extract from a diary.
+Without waiting for a reply, the frightened gentleman dove behind a battered crate at the side of the building, just seconds before his pursuer squeezed through the pub door and stumbled out into the bustling road. "Sir, please! I'm beggin' you, hear me out!" The burly man cast about for his hidden quarry, and his face fell. Yet another failed interview with yet another uninterested investor. This one had been going so well, until he'd accidentally singed the man's handlebar mustache.
-==  The Bohème Leaving London ==
+Ajax Callaghan glumly scuffed his feet in the muck that lined the cobbled street, and retreated back into the gloom indoors (oblivious to the relieved gentleman who snuck into an alley and disappeared), re-emerging with an unwieldy length of pipe connected to an intricate brass tank festooned with knobs and levers. This he hefted onto his broad back, wending his melancholy way down the street towards the next failure. Haywood had been so much better at selling the contraption – not that it had done him any good in the end.
-[[APF Bohème]], having nothing to do was looking for adventure and employment.   After a brief stay in the local pub Ben Hudson gathered a small crew. Consisting of Leonard Fulmineus an accomplished inventor on the run from an evil brother, Jessica Butcher a conspiracy theorist and very good pilot and Mr. Oliver Newton-Chance a rather tall albino who has a miniature analytical engine that can connect to the global aetheric web.
-They were were contacted by the enigmatic and dangerous Hiram, who sent us on an errand - to pick up a small parcel from a shady associate in China. In return, he promised us a Maxwell's Demon Program for an analytical engine, which would allow us to create a contraption of huge efficiency.  While they were deciding weather or not to take on the job a large, darkly clad man with a muffler wound over the lower half of his face dropped off an unconscious redhead and insisted she go with them.
+Ajax kept his eyes peeled, appraising each passing pedestrian with an inventor's eye as Haywood had taught him. That one had no money to spare, that one was too sensible to give any thought to the idea, that one probably wrote too much terrible poetry to care one way or the other. He wondered whether he'd have more or less luck in the Underworld – few people had any money, but those who did were crazy enough to give it some serious thought. He found his steps unconsciously drifting down the all-too-familiar roads that led to his old rundown stomping grounds. If worse came to worst, he could always salvage some tools from Haywood's old flat by the park, provided it hadn't been repossessed or broken into yet.
-The route was planed with five stops in Gibraltar, Cairo, Kabul, Lucknow and Mandalay before reaching our goal in Shenjing but before they could get out of dock they were fired on by Russians. Apparently they don't like us working for Hiram.  Lilli woke up and gave security hell while Leonard was frustrated by the sudden additional armerments taking up space. Lucky the damage was repaired quickly and soon the Bohème was in the air and on its way to Gibraltar.
+By the looks of things, it hadn't. Instead, it was probably in the throes of burning down, judging by the foul blue vapour that billowed from the windows. There were five or six flats in the building – he fervently hoped the smoke wasn't in Haywood's. Not yet, at any rate. Ajax sped up, sweating under the weight of the apparatus at his back. He wouldn't be able to get in, though, not with a full tank of flammable coal gas... There were two figures visible in the clearing smoke (arsonists, perhaps?), and he made towards them instead. One appeared to have passed out from the fumes – probably while tossing around matches inside.
-==  The Bohème in Gibraltar ==
+"Oy! Which one o' you louts set the bleedin' flat on fire, then?"
-In Gibraltar we picked up Dr. Lakshmi Marleybone-Smythe who needed to go to Calcutta.  The captain got a really neat weapon from Hiram, Lilli went shopping and Miss Butcher got zapped in the middle of the night.  Lilli, Oliver and Leonard subdued the miscreant that attacked Miss Butcher. He turned out to be Russian but vanished when they tried to get information out of him.
-In the air over North Africa Lakshmi figured out what Lilli was drugged when she came aboard and found something odd about the hair the Russian had left behind.  They landed in Cairo Aeroport, dealt with a very scary lift and spread out in to the city.
-==  The Bohème in Cairo ==
-Oliver and Lilli went to the newsstand. Lilli found out some distressing news from home. While she was taking about going to Austrian consulate they were drugged and taken away to the private museum of Dr. Habib.  At the museum they were questioned about the Orb of Nuut, The Obelisk of the Portal and the Casket of Opening of witch they know nothing. With some very quick thinking Oliver with the help of one of Hiram's local agents known has Mr. Umbrella and Henri Rousselle they manage to escape.
-Lakshmi goes to do some shopping in the souk and gets tackled by the tiny inventor Emmaline Lighton and her invisible partner Professor George Lewistine.  Emma and George are on the run from a Capitan Hieronymus of the Eastern Star who wanted to do dastardly things with their technology.  Lakshmi KOs the man that was following them and gets their whole unbelievable story.  She learns that George was disembodied, forced in to the realm of aether in a lab accident and he and Emma have formed a kind of symbiotic relationship. Lilli and the others show up and tell of their adventures.  George knows about Orb of Nuut to the surprise of everyone but him. When the rest of the crew leaves Emma goes with them back to the ship while Lakshmi goes to meet the captain.
-Back in London a vampire named Underwood is given the task of steeling the Black Prince's ruby from the State crown in the Tower of London the by Lamont a Changeling in the service of Hiram.
-Captian Hudson is led on wild goose chase and then goes to meet Lakshmi for tea.  The Dr. revels Lilli's connection to the Thugee cult and that the hair from the Russian miscreant was artificial.  With more questions than they started out with they head back to the ship to find Oliver burned by a spontaneously combusting hair and Emma, Mr. Umbrella and Henri Rousselle all on board.
-Captain Hudson explains they are running behind and will have to miss out on stopping in Lucknow and Mandalay.  Emma and Mr. Rousselle join the crew, Mr. Umbrella bullies Lilli around then leaves and her father is reviled to be one of the Austro-Hungarian Empire's top intelligence officials.   Lakshmi sets up courier and reminds the captain that they are headed for the tallest, wildest and most pirate-infested mountains in the world.  Emma plans engine upgrades and swaps cabins with Lilli who was upset at Mr. Umbrella.  Lakshmi has lots of pretty guns, is aristocrat and may be able to call in a favor from some one named Rahmat Saleh.
-George makes a connection between the flaming hair and warehouse arson,  Lilli makes shopping lists and Miss Butcher is sure a vast conspiracy is behind it.   Emma brings the captain a dead bird with a note, George says something stupid and Mr. Umbrella reappears and is yelled at.  Lilli helps a crying Emma and Miss Butcher reveals a pirate attack.  We all have fun repelling borders and Leonard is shot but Lakshmi patches him up.  Cairo goes to pirate-ey hell around us and we look for a way out.
-The docking arms are removed with lost of care, steam and yelling. They fly out of the airport but Lakshmi's harness fails and she is plucked from the sky by Ben.  They all pile back inside and discus what to do when they reach Kabul. Lakshmi gives Emma something to change her hair color so she can hide from Captain Black.
-==  The Bohème in Kabul ==
-They land very early in the morning when most of the crew is still asleep.  Emma landed the ship while Ben spoke to an old friend. Emma landed the ship, made breakfast and handed off a very volatile shopping list to Ben and Lakshmi. While they explore the market Patrick O'Landery gets invited aboard after Emma mistakes him for one of her employer's men.  They are both passionate engineers so they get along well, but Emma keeps George a secret afraid Patrick would think her mad.  While they are getting acquainted Lilli gets in a fight with one of the real employer's men and uses a ring to vanish back to her ancestral home. Emma is mightily confused by this, but takes Patrick to the engines where they happily work the day away. Meanwhile, the real supply runner shows up and Emma sends him off after scolding him.
-As Patrick and Emma are working, Fabrice Grecko (A well trained assassin posing as a pilot) and Jack Dervish (her target looking to get to India and save a friend) come to The Bohème to look for a job and passage respectively.  At first Patrick is suspicious, but Emma is friendly and invites them inside. They sit and get to know each other when the supplies show up.  Disgruntled by his earlier treatment the runner decides to muddle the supplies. Packing the crates like this - oranges, a pair of pants, a large block of soap, engine degreaser, two small containers of volatile chemicals (dangerously close to being knocked over, or crushed),  a small barrel of drinking water and a random assortment of bolts and nuts in the bottom, rather than following any normal separations. Seeing that this is going to be a big job she sends Patrick and Miss Grecko on to finish the engine work while she and Mr. Dervish work on cleaning the shipping disaster.  While they are separated, Emma and Patrick both ask about the blood stains on their clothes from an earlier run in with a sniper after Jack. Mr.Dervish's answer helps cement his place in Emma's good graces.
-Patrick finishes his work and is very hungry, so Fabrice and Emma make dinner and the secret of George comes out.  At first Emma is sure her new friends are going to think she is mad as she tells her story but then she thinks of a way to prove it.  Emma rummaged in the pouches of her make shift tool belt finally pulling a small sealed glass tube filled with unknown chemicals and encased in brass bands.  It was slightly smaller then her thumb but she treated it like it might explode at any moment.  She closed her eyes and pulled a pin.  There was a piercing white light that faded in to a cool blue as the reaction stabilized then she removed one of her aetherphones and snapped it in to place near the top of the tube and the other near the bottom. Emma tunes it in to George, unsure if the others can hear him.  To her shock and joy they can and for the first time in a very long time she is able to talk to George in public without people looking at her funny.  George uses his new found way to communicate to antagonize Patrick and his nickname of "Monkey" is born.
-Ben and Lakshmi finish shopping and go to visit his friend Saeed's family.  They get there just in time to delver a baby and have tea.(Not in that order though) They leave for another meeting, but this one isn't nearly as pleasant. Rahmat Saleh controlled most of the criminal element of Kabul and Lakshmi warns Ben that their safety won't be assured during the meeting. They pose as a married couple and sit down to a rather tense negotiation.  Through flattery and threats, in equal measures, they get ammunition and a promise of help thought the mountains.  As they walk back to the ship Lakshmi reveals her family's criminal roots and Ben speaks of his feelings for the open sky.
-As the crew of the Bohème is waiting for the captain to come back they receive a frantic call from Capitan Linkletter of the ''Æthercutter''.  He is on a crash course with their docked ship and he has no way of steering.  Emma launches the ship to save them all, but feels very guilty because she is technically stealing the ship. Thankfully they are able to bring both ships in safely, even if they do get yelled at by some very angry people at the port authority. Emma is able to talk them out of fines, but they still aren't happy.
-Captain Hudson and Lakshmi arrive back just as dinner is being served. Emma falls all over herself trying to apologize for her actions, but the captain forgives her straight away.  As they meet the new crew,  Mr. Dyke & Kabuki, who had been mentioned in a letter sent by carrier pigeon back in Cairo, come stand at the bottom of the gangplank.  After a whirlwind of introductions George tells the Captain of their visitors.  The doctor accompanies him to listen to Dyke & Kabuki's accusations of a traitor aboard the ship.  Once inside they revealed themselves to be something other than the gentleman they seamed. They first insinuated that Lakshmi was the traitor and then held her at gunpoint.  They want the Bohème to abandon it's mission to china.
-While the Captain is dealing with the visitors Emma is confronted by a bit of her past.  Aether generator build 12 was supposed to bring George back from his exile in the aether but has a hidden devious purpose of creasing a way for people to enter the aether to spy undetectably anywhere in the world.  Emma is faced with a hard choice, take away George's best hope to keep the world safe or keep them to help George despite the risks. In the end she gives half of the plans to Patrick trusting him to keep them safe.
-Alerted to the trouble from the visitors Emma and Patrick arm themselves and head for the locked lounge door.  With a bit of chemistry they brake down the door and free Lakshmi. Dyke & Kabuki are tied up and seem to be calm but still unwilling to answer questions.  Patrick's long studies in the ways of pirate interrogations become obvious as he slips in to a persona and threatens them.  Emma with her own attempts at acting joins him in the questioning.
-Using George to scope out the two men Emma finds Russian tattoos and a bomb hidden in plane sight.  After dealing with the bomb Emma confronts them about their employers.  Instead of talking they evaporate like ice in hot water.  Stunned by the inhuman nature of their captives everyone is rightfully confused when twins of the melted men show up along with some heavily armed porters.  A brief gunfight ensues where Emma fires a weapon for the first time.  They have been set up has Russian invaders.
-They meet the "Real" Dyke & Kabuki who state that they were only trying to warn the crew about Lilli but are too late. At first Emma with her new red hair is mistaken for her but Kabuki states that she can't be the same woman in a rather offensive way. Emma sends them off rather angrily and the Boheme takes off before it can get in any more trouble.
-==  Meanwhile in London ==
-Nathanial Walker, owner of Walker's books, on Tinkers Row, is troubled. Life was simple before, business was steady, friends were plentiful and he had all he wanted.   When Miss Lighton came to inquire about his add in the paper for the office above his shop he thought she was odd, but nice and rented it to her on the spot. Things were going well until she left one evening and never came back. Now it looks like that opened a large can of worms because he caught someone braking into her empty office whom vanished into thin air. Nathanial asks every scientist and detective he could find for answers but none of them could help him. Finally, he decides to go to a Mr. Thomas Taylor for help with the problem of the vanishing man.
-After telling his story to Mr. Taylor they both go back to the scene if the crime to investigate.  After answering Trip's questions he discovered the folly of trusting strangers. Thomas William Taylor the Third (Trip) turned out to be the thief himself. He left Nathanial paralyzed and bleeding on the floor as he stole Miss Lighton's designs for an aether generator. When he finally regained use of his body he unleashes the mad fury of Tinkers row on Taylor and runs him out of town.
-Weeks later, when Nate is healing from his wounds and seeing Trip's fading face in his nightmares, a Charles Tayle appears like a demon summoned by his bloody dreams and offers the chance to chase Trip.   Nate accepts and they ready his airship the Coraline for launch. Nate provides the best weaponry Tinkers row has to offer and Charles teaches him how to fly the ship.
-Nate and Charles are not a good fit and argue often but their biggest argument ends in Nate drugging Charles and stealing his ship. Leaving Charles stranded, Nate goes after Trip with blood on his mind. With only revenge to guide him Nate starts slipping out of touch with realty. Soon he eats little, sleeps less and thinks only of killing Trip. Madness makes him strong and relentless; he only stops briefly in Kabul to take on a crew and then presses on.
-Meanwhile Trip safe aboard his sisters ship is trying to make use of the plans he stole but they are explosively flawed. After a pile of attempts he realizes that the only way he his ever going to get the thing to work is to find the inventor herself and get her to divulge how to make a working model.  In her notes he finds her picture and decides to charm the answers out of her the problem is that she has vanished off the face of the earth. His sisters ship is bound for china so he will start his search there.
-==  The Bohème in the Hindu Kush ==
-As the Bohème flew in to the calm twilight mountains Emma and Patrick settle down for a quiet evening while Lakshmi and Ben wander off to look at the supplies Rahmat Saleh provided them with.  Emma tells bittersweet stories of of her past aboard The Star and finds that Patrick had worked under Captain Black as well.  As they talk Emma realizes that she has a lot to learn about weapons and protecting herself.  As she and Patrick are disguising making a raygun that can disrupt communications over a distance.  George came in with devastating news.  Black had found them and his ship was closing in.Emma knowing that her bad eyesight would make her more of a liability than an asset in the coming battle decides to let George take possession of her body.
-After a rather tense conversion George and Patrick open fire on The Star.  Captain Black has pulled his ship along side the Bohème and is trying to disable it and then send baskets full of borders to overwhelm the defenders.  George and Patrick stop most of the heavy chain shot before it can reach the ship but the battery powering George's possession sputters distracting him at the worst possible moment. Three shots hit the side of the ship one bounces off the hull, another crashes in to the room were the Captain and the Doctor are arming themselves and the final one crashes in to the engine room completely destroying one of the aether stacks and cutting power to the ship.
-Seeing the lights flicker off Black changes from chain shot to boarding harpoons.  George and Patrick using some of Emma's inventions for purposes they were never meant for manage to hold them off long enough for Lakshmi to outfit herself with an extra set of clockwork limbs.  They take over defense of the ship while Patrick and George rush off to do emergency repairs.  Ben is left with Patrick's overpowered aether cannon which he has no idea how to use while Black takes advantage of the brake in fire to send over three baskets of borders. They blast one but the other two make it to the ship and bust their way inside.
-Meanwhile Patrick and George get the engines up and running but the aether stacks are in sorry shape. The best they can to is rig one to run at 70%. The lights come back up but they are dim and flickering, shadowing more than they reveal.  Patrick takes pride routing out a border that was lurking in the dark but George's time is running out.  As he is forced from Emma's body he makes Patrick promise to take care of her. It is the first time he ever referred to Patrick by anything other than Monkey. Emma's body collapses as George is pushed out of it but some rather foul fluid called aethric bitters and Emma is back, if a bit wobbley. They decide to go and make a stand with Ben and Lakshmi but as they go to leave the room heavy footsteps from outside stop them in their tracks. The door is flung open to reveal a rather menacing man with metal claws for hands.  As Patrick readies his gun unsure if he can beat him he steps aside to reveal an even more dangerous opponent Capt.Hieronymus Black himself.
+The cards went down. Hiram looked at his, and calmly said "banco". The other gentlemen looked at their hands and glumly matched the stake. The cards came down again. Hiram turned his over at looked at Sir James Rowan, who this night was acting as croupier.
+ "My word" said Sir James. "Nine to the Colonel, seven to the bank, I fear, Colonel, that you have broken us."
+ "Indeed, gentlemen," said Hiram, looking at the other players seated with him in the cardroom of the Bagatelle club. "Indeed, my luck seems to be running tonight" There was a soft chiming. Hiram withdrew a pocketwatch from his waistcoat pocket. It was a Breguet hour repeater, elegantly crafted in gold, on a gold double Albert chain. The charm that dangled from the chain where it passed through the button hole was the tooth of a tiger, set in fine gold. Hiram raised his arm and snapped his fingers, once... Immediately a club butler appeared at his side.
+ "A magnum of the house champagne for these gentleman, on my account" Hiram said. The butler silently slid away.
+"Indeed, gentlemen, my luck does me well. Allow me to at least offer you a nightcap by way of thanks for a most pleasant evening's sport"
+Hiram looked at his companions, nobility, highly placed government officials, and well-heeled gentlemen all. They would never suspect that his "luck" was augmented by some rather fancy sleight-of-hand. No, a gentleman such as Hiram would never be suspected by another gentleman. Even so, if he was called out on a point of honour, he could settle that score easily enough on the dueling-field, few would risk that, standing and exchanging fire with the Colonel was not a thing that would extend life.
+ "I bid you them, good evening" said Hiram, rising. He walked from the cardroom, into the members lounge and took up his customary wing chair by the fireplace. He sat, and snapped his fingers once again. This time, Jenkins, the clubs senior butler answered his call...
+  "The Colonel's wishes?" he asked?
+" A bottle of  claret from my private stock, Jenkins, and a cigar or two as well. And the late edition of the Times, and any messages that might have arrived"
+  "At once, Colonel" Jenkins turned and left.
+Within a minute or two, club servants delivered the claret, placing it in the mahogany sidetable, along with a crystal glass, and the Times.
+A young boy in club livery approached, bearing a sliver tray with two small envelopes on it.. "Messages, Sir" said the boy..
+ "Good lad" said Hiram, reaching into his pocket and tossing the boy a half-crown.. The lad caught the coin deftly.. Hiram smiled, it was well worth tipping the lad, young boys like that were useful for certain errands, being almost invisible in the city crowds.
+   Hiram reached for the tray. He picked up the first envelope, and checked the seals, making sure they were intact. He took a small pocketknife from his waistcoat pocket. A touch and the slim blade of watered steel sprung forth. Hiram opened the envelope and read....
+  "Our mutual friend, the oriental gentleman, agrees to meet with you tomorrow evening, at the appointed place" It was signed "Chen-yu"
+Hiram touched the end of his cigar to the note, there was the faintest of flashes, and a soft "poof". Nothing remained..
+   Hiram took up and opened the second envelope.. The note read:
+"The work progresses and the test was successful, the plan moves ahead well  " It was simply signed "D." Again the cigar did its work, and again no trace of the note was to be found.
+  Hiram smiled to himself, it looked as if tomorrow evening could be even MORE profitable than his little game tonight, FAR more profitable indeed, AND his other plan would seem to be unfolding well. That plan had implications of immense gain..
+ Hiram finished the claret, and rose. He donned his coat at the door, and had the doorman call up his personal Hansom cab.  In a moment, it was there, the driver and the footman looking rather all to large and muscular for their job, odd bulges under their coats. Hiram alighted, and the cab hastend off towards his Mayfair home. There he would spend the rest of the evening reviewing his plans for the upcoming meeting..
+  All in all, it had been a very good night.
-Emma tried to stand up for Patrick as the man with the metal claws advances on them. At first she is able to make him step back but then Black tries to charm her knowing that she loved him once and for a moment it looks like it could work but life on the run from him has made her grow up a little.  She tells him she won't go back. He stepped forward and struck quick as a cobra pulling the gun from her inexperienced hands, tossing it aside and griping one of her wrists. He threatened all aboard with death if she would not come back with him but while he was ranting The ship Trip was on found the Bohème in the middle of a battle.  It turned out that Capt. Lilly had unfinished business with The Star and it's captain.  She opened fire with the sonic cannon giving Emma the distraction she needed to free her hand from Black's grip and go for the discarded weapon.
+Demetri moaned. Some blurry, human-shaped creature was standing over him, and his arm hurt with a dull throb, but he was too drowsy to care why.
+"Aidez-moi...s'il vous plait...monsieur...? Je pense que j'ai perdu mes pieds..." (garbled nothings, to those not understanding the language)
+A chilly breeze began to whisk the dangerous vapor away; a little more of Demetri's consciousness poured back into his head like the clean air into his lungs and fully opened his eyes. He regained the sense to assume that this strange man probably spoke English and to know the importance of usually being able to move more than his eyes and mouth.
-She got hit for her efforts and Black advanced on her sword drawn to rain down brutal punishment for her defiance.  Patrick brought his own sword in to block the blow nearly faltering at first but then he remembers how George asked him to protect her and gains resolve from his promise. They fight swords glittering in the darkness as Emma hovers near tears feeling betrayed and useless trying to find some way to help Patrick.  Emma finds her aetheric batteries as she is backed in to a corner by the man with the metal claws.  Using their first blast of harsh white light she blinds the attackers making it possible for Patrick to shoot the man with the claws and wound Black bad enough to force him to retreat.  The room fills with pirates and Patrick is bleeding badly. Emma using a slapped together aetheric sword manged to make the pirates flee fearing for their lives.  Patrick collapses from blood loss and Emma runs off in a panic to find Lakshmi fearing she may already be to late.
+"Monsieur..." he began, then caught himself. "...help..." He strained at his hands to see if his books were still there, but his muscles seemed as if they had disappeared; nothing more happened than the sensation of pins and needles running down his arm and abandoning it. Oh yes, he definitely needed help.
+With his face to the sky, he caught a glimpse of the window through the clearing smoke, and reasoned the stuff's origin.
+What sort of...scientists? No, mad scientists live in this part of London...!?
-While Emma is running Trip comes aboard to see what kind of ship he helped save.  He finds Captain Hudson first and then the rest of the crew tending to the wounded Patrick.  Trip recognizes Emma from her picture and resolves to seduce her in to handing over the plans for the aether generator.  Emma tucks Patrick in to bed to recover and goes off to find a celebration for the defeat of Black.  She is thoroughly charmed by Trip and after a demonstration of her bond with George they go to see his Teleporter. George is not happy about Trip's fondness for Emma and does his best to annoy him while as they work on calibrating the Teleporter so Emma can get a ride.  Emma switches the aetherphone off for the first time and nearly kisses Trip when they are alone in the moonlight. Both Emma and Trip have a lot to think about as they part.  Trip rethinks faking his attraction to Emma while she is overwhelmed by the events of the day.
+He realized what had happened to him and cringed; he could barely get a twitch out of his feet.
-Later in the evening when Ben and Lakshmi are working on improving the cannons they are startled by screams from the cabins. Lakshmi rushes in expecting to find a pirate but instead finds Emma deep in the grip of a nightmare.  While she tries to soothe Emma, George tells his misgivings about Trip and asks Patrick A very important question. With Patrick's assurance of protection for Emma they get to work on a set of aetherphones for Patrick so they can stay in contact.
-Patrick and George make friends and go through Patrick's rather insane arsenal to find a weapon for Emma.  They find a lovely aether osculation pistol Patrick named Luciérnaga.  Emma is overjoyed to see George and Patrick getting along and is amazed at the ray gun.  They eat tougher and then go off to do repairs.  Patrick and Emma were working on fixing the aether stacks when Trip came to offer help.  Emma went off with him and George riled up Patrick to pull a prank on him.  While looking for some notes Emma and Trip talk ending in what is most likely her second kiss.  While this is going on Nathanial and Charles are fighting. Nate ditches Charles, steels his airship and charges off to get Trip.
-George was not happy at all about the kiss and Emma came to apologize for leaving Patrick to do the repairs but she was so embarrassed it took a while for her get the words out.  A truce between Patrick and Trip led to some teasing and all three of them going out to patch the skin tougher.  As they dangle over the side Nate catches up to them sees Emma with Trip and Patrick and suspects the worst.  In London Charles gets a second ship to chase Trip and Nate.
-Nate hails The Boheme, saying he is looking for a criminal and Emma lets him aboard.  That turned out to be a very bad idea as Nate grabs her convinced he is saving her from kidnappers.  Emma tries to reason with him but it don't work and she can't get loose.  Trip sticks to his story of a stranger with his face and frees Emma from the mad, ranting Nate.  While they subdue him George comes back with bad news.  They are flying into a Russian led ambush.
-They tossed the ranting Nate in to The Boheme's brig and took up weapons.  Everyone ran to  man the cannons as the first ships approached.  Twenty smaller lighter ships were being led by five big strong slow ones.  Three of the little ones attacked us and Patrick managed to shoot one of them down while almost being knocked off the ship.  Trip picked him up and noticed an absolutely terrifying sight - air krakens had come to investigate.
-Nate's ship was distroyed by the kracken and The Boheme had to avoid them and the pirates.  Patrick gets Emma to make some very powerful shells to take out the larger ships with, but while she is working on them The Boheme is boarded by pirates.  She finishes them and they get passed off to Trip as the first boarding party attacks.  The fight is going well when a booming voice from a kracken ship hybrid stops everyone in their tracks.
-During the fight, many passenger airships traveling through the pass are damaged or destroyed. Two of these ships, the ''Dublin Owl'' and the ''Parthena Tremaine'' manage to drop a member of their crew onto the Boheme. While Trip is shelling the last of the large ships the Irish healer Jennifer Sheenan crashes face first on the deck out cold while the Canadian privateer Elisha Kettell makes a gentle landing via propelled evacuation balloon.  After a rather tense greeting Elisha helps the crew fight off the pirates.
-Nate is knocked free after some wild evasive maneuvers and escapes. While Trip has his arms full of unconscious girl Nate armed with a pistol sneaks up on Trip.  Patrick subdues him by cutting off his trigger finger and Patrick and trip tie him up while Emma carries Jennifer inside through a wave of gunfire.  Emma goes and gets the doctor to fix up the unconscious Jen but there isn't much she can do.  With some fancy shooting Patrick downs some of the ships while Trip armed with bombs gets the rest.
-The pirates are beat off and Trip fights off Nate again this time leaving him paralyzed by toxins.  Jennifer awakens and Patrick is immediately smitten with her and her with him. Elisha and Jennifer introduce themselves to the crew and captain.  Patrick is greatly flustered by his new attraction and manages to confuse plates and lids for scones.  Before going to bed Elisha sends a message to his ship.
-==  The Bohème in China ==
-Black recovers from his failed attack on the Boheme and plans a trap in china. Emma and Patrick stay up late planing out repairs, making parts lists and gossiping. Jen wakes early the next morning and watches as they land.  George tricks Emma in to wakening up and she rushes out to help the captain only to be told she is under arrest for six murders.  Emma is flabbergasted and believes it to be a large misunderstanding.  Patrick tried to present evidence to clear her name but is shot instead. Emma is dragged off as Jen rushes to Patrick's side.
-Jen is able to heal his wound and strike back just as Emma is starting to give up but it is not enough and Emma is hauled off to jail. Trip using the aetherphones is able to follow her through the city and report back to the others that are formulating plans to rescue her.
--During this, Ben goes to meet his Chinese contact.
--Trip attempts to sneak into the jail while Elisha and Patrick attempt a direct approach. They are both captured.
--Charles Tayle makes it to China and rescues Emma. Trip follows her aboard his ship.
--Jen sends a message to her Italian contacts. They plan a jailbreak.
--Black arrives and decides to torture Patrick to draw out Emma. The warden of the prison remove's Elisha's metal limbs for his own use. Before Patrick can be tortured, the Italians blow open the wall of the jail and rescue Patrick and Elisha.
--In the middle of the town, with Charles' airship overhead, Black catches up to everybody. He shoots Emma and takes her onto his flying machine. He then begins firing onto the street below in an attempt to kill Patrick. He only succeeds in killing the warden of the jail. Patrick manages to down the flying machine and then steal it, using it to get Emma away from Black.
--The Russians arrive in a huge digging machine and confront Black. He reveals where the Boheme is and the Russian machine smashes through the town to reach it. The Italians take Elisha back to the Boheme.
--The Boheme begins to take off to escape the Russian machine, but Ben is still running towards it. Patrick uses the flying machine to rescue Ben in the nick of time, but destroys it in the process. The Boheme just barely manages to escape the Russians and leaves the town.
--Later they rendevous with Charles and Trip. They dock the ships together for the night. Trip and Emma help Elisha reattach his limbs. In the morning, Charles is gone, having drugged them all and having arrested Trip. Charles sets off to London with Trip, who attempts to escape multiple times but is always foiled by Charles.
--The Boheme tries to follow, but is is revealed that Charles sabotaged the engine. While the Boheme is immobilized, Black takes this as the opportunity to attack. However, his assault is foiled by the intervention of the privateer ship ''Angelus'' and it's Captain Adriana. The fight ends when Emma sabotages the Eastern Star, sending it speeding backwards.
--The Angelus helps repair the Boheme. Both ships head out for London, but must stop for fuel in Rome.
-==  The Bohème in Rome ==
--The Boheme makes a short stop in Rome.
--Emma and Jen are nearly immediatly arrested again - it is revealed Charles has agents in most major cities.
--Elisha goes to stage a jailbreak and runs into a crew member of his ship. It is revealed his ship is actually in London.
--Emma manages to escape by herself - the Boheme leaves Rome before more trouble can occour.
-==  The Bohème  in York==
--Patrick contacts his old ship, the ''Hattori Hanzo''. Elisha contacts his ship, the ''Steel Breeze''. The Boheme, Angelus, Hattori Hanzo and Steel Breeze plan to meet in York.
--When they arrive in York, Charles has an army of police waiting.
--Also waiting is a Dr. Cross, who seems to want the organs of a crew member of the Angelus.
--The military and police hesitate to destroy the ships, the head officer, Upjohn, not trusting Charles. Charles orders the Secret Service Black Ships to do the job and travels to York to deal with the problem personally.
--The Angelus, Boheme, Hattori Hanzo and Steel Breeze fight and defeat the Black Ships. Upjohn knocks Charles out and handcuffs him to a chair. (Charles later escapes and returns to London)
--The Black Ships self destruct while Trip manages to escape and make his way onboard the Hattori Hanzo.
--Meanwhile, Hudson meets an accomplish of Hiram and recieves the plans in return.
--During the fight, Patrick is wounded and Jen has to use some of her life to save him.
--Jen slips into a coma due to an overuse of her powers.
--The Hanzo starts to be boarded by the military but breaks off, the Hanzo, Angelus and Boheme fleeing west.
--Meanwhile, Captain Canning tells Elisha he intends to go to Oslo, then back to Vancouver. It is revealed the Steel Breeze may become a military ship, losing privateer status. Elisha declines the offer of a rescue and decides to help the Boheme attain safety. Elisha returns to the Boheme and briefly vists the Hanzo to retrieve Trip
--The crew of the Boheme attempt to build a scientific device and use George to bring Jen back, however the machine will not be built in time. Patrick attempts to use himself in place of the device.
--Patrick revives Jen, but is nearly killed in the process, only being saved by a swift intervention by Elisha. Various members of the crew are affected in various ways by the powerful mental feedback, the full nature of which is still unknown. Effects seen include a probable mental connection between Jen and Patrick, a mainifestation of Patrick in Elisha's mechanical hand and a manifestation of George in a corporal form. Hudson enters to inform the crew of their landing in Dublin.
-== The Bohème in Dublin ==
--The crew are interrupted by a disturbance in the hold, saving Trip from having to admit any misdeeds to Emma
--In the hold they find that Nate, affected by their experiment, has taken control of the bodies of Ms. Butcher and Oliver. They are now mere extensions of Nate's body.
--All of Nate's bodies escape, injuring Dr. Marleybone-Smythe in the process.
--The Doctor is left in Dublin to recover and the Boheme turns around to head to London.
--Jen and Patrick begin to work on occult and engineering projects together, revealing the mental connection that has emerged.
--Trip, George and Emma experiment further with aether, trying to find a way to render the plans for Maxwell's Demon intangible and thus unattainable by anyone but George
-== The Boheme Returned to London ==
--The Boheme lands in a less official dock in London
--Black is revealed to be in London, staying with Russian agents, including the twisted Viktor. H. Erebus.
--Nate and his stolen bodies make their way by boat to London
-- Insepctor Upjohn returns to his house in London
--Charles has a meeting with Patrick's occult-obsessed older brother, Brian, who states his wish to apprehend the Boheme
--Hiram recieves the package from Hudson
--Elsewhere, the ''Angelus'' and ''Hattori Hanzo'' manage to draw off most of the ships that were hunting for the Boheme. They split up and head away from London to confuse persuers. In Northern Russia, Captain Canning is about to investigate a mysterious Russian military project, when he is interrupted by the news that all Vancouver Air Privateer licenses are to be revoked.
--Patrick and Jen continue their technomanic research
--Charles and Brian briefly fight due to a lack of trust. Brain gains the upper hand, for the moment and Charles agrees to let Brian help.
--Elisha recieves a letter from Canning detailing the cancellation of all Privateer licenses. Elisha rejects an offer to work with the military, wishing to remain independent, if illegal, essentially a vigilante. He takes the title of the Vancouver Air Privateer.
--Emma completes the matter transmitter. The plans are the first test subject and are successfully turned aetheral and left in the safekeeping of George.
--The group, except the Captain, all go to Tinker's Row to investigate. Patrick and Jen interview Avihs, an old friend of Patrick's, who reveals the existance of Brian O'Landry.
--Meanwhile, Emma, Trip and George investigate Emma's old apartment and the shop below it. The shop-boy, Sam, helps them, but appears to not be all human...
--Sam signals for a group of Black's men to enter the shop. Elisha, however, was standing guard outside and followed them in. Emma and Trip fight a suddenly aggressive Sam, while Elisha quickly dispatches the assassins downstairs.
--Black himself enters the shop, only to be help at gunpoint by Elisha.  Emma and Trip kill the creature pretending to be Sam and with the aid of a young tramp, escape by an upstairs window. Once outside, George instructs Elisha how to set off a trap within the shop and escape. The tramp agrees to lead them to the place he last saw Sam. Black realizes where Emma went and begins to follow her.
--Brian directly attacks Tinker's Row, starting the Tinker's Row Massacre, where he kills multiple innocents. Patrick and Jen retreat to a safehouse, a brothel run by a Ms. Arachne.
--George investigates the building where Sam dissapeared. It is revealed to be run by some sort of alien creatures, who are running a biological weapons and cloning operation. Shaken, George, Trip, Emma and Elisha make their way back to the Boheme, only to be halted by a small Russian digging machine in the very streets of London. Elisha attacks the machine, killing the pilot, but knocking it and himself into the sewers.
--Jen senses Brian's nearing prescence. She, with the help of Patrick, begins a intense magical duel with the accomplished Blood Mage. Jen manifests an extremly powerful form of White Magic and manages to beat off Brian. After the fight, Patrick momentarily connects with the machines in Tinker's row - including the biological weapon Viktor has set up in the sewers of London. Patrick and Jen enter the sewers to locate the machine.
--Meanwhile, the tramp that had been guiding Emma is revealed to be one of the creatures. It attacks Emma while Trip tries desperatly to rescue her.
--Patrick and Jen are ambushed by Vicktor himself. Before he can kill them, Elisha ambushes ''him'' and kills his agents. Viktor holds Patrick and Jen hostage and Elisha attempts to negotiate with him. He releases them, but decides to kill Elisha anyways. Before he can fire, Elisha uses his mechanical hand to smash the pumping system on the machine. Viktor escapes, realizing that the machine is now dispersing it's gases into the sewers. Elisha follows, but begins to inhale some of the gas, damaging his lungs. Jen performs a basic healing on Elisha, but he is still too weak to fight.
--Elisha returns to the Boheme and contacts an engineer friend of his. Together, they rig up a respirator and generator system for Elisha, allowing him to breath during rigorous activities and  increasing his combat capabilities.
--George and Trip manage to kill the creature attacking Emma. Emma is still in shock, so George and Trip take her and begin to return to the Boheme, pursued by more of the creatures in human form.
--Brian, still too weak to fight Jen and Patrick directly, summons a demon which attacks them shortly after they encounter Elisha.  They begin to use magical force against the creature.
--Elisha, now with refreshed lungs and repowered limbs, attacks and disperses the creatures attacking George and Trip.  Trip returns Emma to the Boheme. George goes directly to help Patrick and Jen banish the Demon. Jen manages to successfully banish the demon. All of the crew retreat to the Boheme.
--Charles phones the chief of police and claims that Trip caused the Tinker's Row Massacre instead of Brian.
--Viktor sends out Black once again to hunt down Emma.
--The crew momentarily rests on the Boheme. Jen and George calm Emma down. Elisha ponders the situation and voices his concerns and questions to the Captain. The crew rests for the night.
--Patrick has uncomfortable dreams and awakes in the middle of the night. He stays awake the rest of the night fueled by coffee and building automatons, including a mechanical dog.
--The next morning, Elisha recieves a letter at breakfast, instructing him to meet a Lord Woolsley and to bring Emma.  Emma, Trip and Elisha go to Lord Woolsley's Manor. The Lord reveals a lot about the plans and the creatures they have been fighting. The plans were actually made by Emma's grandfather, who was help captive four years ago by the creatures in Alaska. The creatures need a hybrid version of their engines that could work on Earth.  Woolsley's part of the Secret Service attempted a rescue (With the help of local privateers, including a younger Elisha, this being the mission in which he lost his limbs). Emma's grandfather was dead by the time they arrived. They took the plans, but the airship carrying them was destroyed. The plans only emerged later, in London, under the ownership of Hiram, who gave them to Ben Hudson, who gave them to Emma. It is revealed that the creatures have control of most of the Russian government, and parts of the British Government. The British Secret Service is in a state of chaos, as it fights a secret war against itself.
--Woolsley agrees to help them, but is interrupted and killed by Captain Black, who is foiled by Trip in his attempt to kidnap Emma.. Emma, Elisha and Trip make their way make to  the Boheme. They are stopped by the police, but escape in the chaos when Black and his agents and pirates run into the police. Nate also appears and attempts to stop them, but is flung off the dock by an impatient Elisha.
--The Boheme takes off. Black attempts to grab onto the side of the ship, but is knocked off by Patrick's new mechanical puppy, who he has dubbed "Scraps".
--The crew agree to set course to Boston to interview Emma's parents.
--Patrick creates the detection goggles and the heat rounds, giving the crew their first effective means of combating the creatures
--Meanwhile, Charles reflects on his first experiences with Time Travel. Remembering Trip's involvment in illegal time travel, he obtains a permit to bring Trip in to the Time Police personally, meaning he will be the only person after Trip at the moment.
-==The Boheme in Boston==
--The Boheme lands in Boston and the crew disembark and go to the Lighton's house.
--Once there, Emma's mother mistakes Trip for George, revealing that she recieved a letter that said that George intended to marry Emma.
--Meanwhile, Ivo Van Cuyk arrives in London, looking for work.
--After some awkward moments, Emma is able to explain the situation to her parents
--Her parents reveal a connection between her, her grandfather and Lord Woolsley
--A package, myserteriously from Lord Woolsley, arrives, containing documents in an alien script - Emma's parents reveal the key to breaking the code is within the mechanisms of  a clock, carried by Emma's brother, Walter, who is on a boat somewhere near Florida
--At this moment, George spots Black closing on the house. Emma's parents flee the house and the crew leave to make their way back to the Boheme.
--Black and his crew of humans and creatures catch up to and confront the crew of the Boheme. Elisha holds of the majority of the creatures with the new heat rounds while the rest of Black's crew chase Emma. The crew of the Boheme fight Black and some newly arrived creatures, revealing that Black has some form of shielding against their weapons. However, Trip uses a device to quickly evacuate them to the Boheme, where they reunite with Elisha and take off for Florida.
--As the Boheme heads to Florida, Emma confronts George about the letter he sent to her parents, claiming he was to marry her. George leaves her, but begins to realize that he still loves her,  despite her romance with Trip.
--Before the Boheme can reach Florida, Charles attacks from a submarine, with Brian O'Landry as well. The Black Service men quickly capture Trip and retreat to the submarine, vanishing before the Boheme can do anything.
--Brian remains on the Boheme to kill Patrick and Jen. Elisha attempts to stop him but is beaten easily by Brian's magic. Brian begins to strangle Jen and Patrick is forced to shoot his brother, putting him on the brink of death and permenantly crippled.
--Despite protests by other crew members, Patrick takes Brian's conciousness, but not his memories of evil deeds and places them in a new, artificial body. The result is named Cain.
--Meanwhile, Brian's former demon-slave confronts Charles, seeking vengeance for Brian's "death". Charles directs the creatures towards Russia. On reaching Russia, the blood-demon reveals itself to the Tsar. The Tsar and his ministers then reveal that they are the alien creatures and agree to an alliance with the blood-demon, now known as Amon.
-==The Boheme in Florida==
--George spots the boat that Walter, Emma's brother, works on. The crew of the Boheme descend to the boat.
--Walter gives Emma the clock, the key to decoding the papers.
--Meanwhile, Jen collapses on the deck and sleeps, mentally and physically exhausted from her encounters with Brian.
--Back in London, Charles puts Trip on trial. The jury finds him guilty and he is sentenced to hang the next day.
--In Florida, Black manages to catch up to the Boheme and Walter's boat at sunset. He makes a surprise attack, disabling the Boheme and forcing it to crash in the Florida swamp.
--Captain Hudson is alone on the Boheme. He surveys the damages and determines he will need to find civilization and parts if he has any hopes of repairing his airship.
--Black and his men then descend to the boat and paralyze Walter and Emma, kidnapping Emma and taking her onboard the Star.
--Elisha manges to get Jen and the clock safely into the lifeboat. Patrick, Cain, Scraps and Walter also make it to the lifeboat, while Black begins to bomb the boat. Elisha is knocked into the water before he can reach the lifeboat. He washes ashore and cannot see the lifeboat or wreckage of Walter's boat. He decides to look for the nearest town.
--Trip is taken to the Time Court by Charles, who seeks to punish Trip at the highest level. However, before Trip can be prosecuted, a mysterious doctor arrives and proves that Trip is infact the inventor of Time-Travel - thus he cannot be executed or the entire Time Court would cease to exist. Out of reverence for the first Time-Traveller, the court ejects Charles and sends Trip back to the Boheme, where he meets Elisha.
--With the help of Cain and Scraps, Jen and Patrick find the Boheme as well. Soon George appears to Jen and informs the crew that Black has Emma in New Orleans. At that moment, Captain Hudson arrives with some locals and spare parts.
--Patrick uses the parts and his command of engineering and magic to repair the crippled Boheme.
--The Boheme takes off, making the short flight west to New Orleans
-==The Boheme in New Orleans==
--George reveals to Emma that the Boheme and it's crew are very much alive. She instructs him on how to damage the engines of the Eastern Star, setting out the first stages of an eventual rescue attempt.
--The crew of the Boheme prepare for a rescue. Emma is taken to the engines by Black to repair them, but leaves a concotion of dangerous chemicals in her room.
--George communicates with Jen and reveals where the Eastern Start is concealed.
--Trip, George, Patrick and Jen move in and attack the Star from the ground, while Elisha and Hudson move the Boheme directly over the Star, preventing possible takeoff.
--Patrick and Jen catch up to Black. Patrick fights Black while Jen releases Emma - Jen then uses her sword to slash the gasbag of the Star.
--Trip attempts to help Patrick defeat Black, but his alien tech deflects their best ranged attack. At this point, the chemicals burst into flame, causing combustion and an explosion in the engine room.
--Elisha lands on what is left of the deck of the Star and easily dispatches the crew. During the battle, a nearby levee is damaged, flooding the area around the severely damaged Star.
--After the explosion, Black is about to finish off a weakened Patrick and Trip. Emma, however, rushes and stabs him with a dagger, bypassing his shields and finally killing him.
--The Eastern Star begins to sink into the swamp. Elisha appears from a hole blown in the deck during his fight and helps the rest of the crew escape the hull, which is rapidly filling with water.
--As the crew makes it safely back to the Boheme, the burning wreck of the Star is fully flooded and sucked down into the swamp, dissapearing and taking with it the corpse of Captain Black.
--After Emma recovers from the shock of killing Black, she decides the crew should dine in New Orleans as a celebration of their freedom from the shadow of Black.
--Emma, with a low alchohol tolerance, becomes quickly inebriated. She begins drawing strange drawings on the tablecloth, and uses a crude catapult to bombard the other diners with food.
--One of the diners hit with food is Eleanor Jane Townsend-Armistead. She approaches the table and is somehow able to see George, who she recognizes from London. She accompanies most of the crew back to the ship so she can catch up with George. (As well, the crew decides to take Emma back before she can drink any more alcohol.). Jen and Patrick stay behind so they can see the city together.
--On the Boheme, Ella outlines what has happened to her since George last saw her and George theorizes as to how she can see him as Emma finally falls asleep. Together alone at last, Jen and Patrick explore New Orleans.
--Meanwhile, Nate boards an airship headed for South America, having been picked up as a new project by the creatures. To increase his effectiveness as a weapon, the creatures have Viktor H. Erebus fit Nate with a device by which he can bring even more people into his conciousness.
--The blood demon Amon stalks Jen and Patrick in New Orleans. They lose it, only to be attacked when they are back on the Boheme.
--Amon abducts Jen, only to be defeated by Patrick who assembles an ornithopter.
--Captain Hudson decides to take-off, to escape any more threats in New Orleans, forcing Ella to remain on the Boheme.
--Ella and George deduce that Ella was also affected by the incident that sent George to the aether, allowing Ella to see George. George relates all the events to occour to him since he was sent to the aether.
--Emma awakes and requires medicine from Jen for her potent hangover.
--Meanwhile, in London, Charles has a frightening vision of Brian. Concerned he contacts the Boheme, being answered by Elisha, to ask them for some answers. Elisha and Captain Hudson do not fully trust Charles and lay out some strict conditions if he wishes to meet with the Boheme.
--Emma, Jen and Patrick begin to activate the clock. The "clock" activates, giving the crew members vivid visions of the creatures fighting another alien race. The clock also causes the diary to reveal a map with coordinates.
--The clock affects Emma, causing her to hear and speak the dead language used in the diary. Jen and Patrick attempt to communicate with her using a mental connection.
--Charles lands on the Boheme and is angrily accosted by most of the crew, still angry for his planned execution of Trip.
--Charles questions them about the whereabouts of Brian and attacks Cain when he appears, sensing Brian's presence. Trip proceeds to smack Charles over the head with his pistol, rendering him unconcious
--Elisha and Hudson prepare to put Charles back on his ship - however Elisha notices that Charles' aid has been replaced by a cold one., which Jen kills with an incendiary round.  Charles remains on the Boheme as a hostage and Emma sabotages his ship in case the remaining crew attempt anything.
--The ships  then land in a secluded area of South America
-==The Boheme at the Ancient Temple==
--Charles's crew is forced to keep the airships safe. The crew of the Boheme and Charles locate and raise the tomb using Patrick's technomancy, before entering.
--The crew makes their way down through the temple, despite the traps and Charles' protests. Elisha explains Charles, the Russians and the Cold Ones to Ella.
--Cain takes a forking path in the tomb, discovering an ancient, deactivated and damaged female construct, the last sign of the Temple's makers. Cain names her Angel
--Meanwhile, Nate subdues the minds of a number of people in the nearby town. With a battalion of bodies, he converges on the tomb.
--In the jungle, Nate encounters Amon, who had followed Jen and Patrick. Amon and Nate agree to help each other eradicate the crew of the Boheme, except for Emma and Jen.
--The group takes Angel and reached the central chamber, but Nate and Amon are close behind.
--Amon, Nate and the crew battle in the final chamber while Cain activates the mechanism. Nate attempts to stop Cain, but is foiled by Angel's warning and has his hand damaged in the mechanism. In pain, he is knocked out by Jen.
--Ella, Angel, Patrick and Jen managed to drive Amon off, although Ella is badly burnt in the attack.
--Emma and Patrick activate and take the mechanism, a compound of all the memory of the temple.
--Jen heals Ella and George and Emma sever Nate's tie to his other bodies, who Patrick convinces to leave the temple. The crew leaves the temple, letting the comotose Nate remain behind where he can do no harm.
--Once outside, Patrick uses his technomancy to repair Angel.
--Meanwhile, Viktor arrives in the jungle. He kills all the Service Agents, who had set out into the jungle looking for Charles. He heads for the tomb.
--The crew returns to the Boheme. Emma and Jen finihs repairing and rejuvinating Angel. Patrick performs an extensive modification on Cain, making him appear virtually lifelike.
--Patrick reveals the mechanism told him to go to Russia. He muses that the Boheme will need much more in the way of reinforcements if the mission is to succeed. He and the other members of the crew suggest recruitment possibilities, despite protests about the plan from Charles.
--Angel and Cain begin to bond, while Emma remembers that Black kept a good amount of stolen money in a shady bank in Switzerland.
--Meanwhile Viktor arrives at the temple and descends to the central chamber. He takes a sample of Nate's aether virus, but leaves Nate where he is. Back at the Boheme, Captain Hudson takes off.
--Emma and Patrick discover that Angel can be powered by certain herbs in water, making tea a usuable fuel source. Cain and Angel have lunch together and Angel begins to learn her first steps to working with humans, while the Boheme crosses the Atlantic.
-==The Boheme in Switzerland==
--Not long after reaching the Alps, Amon catches up to the Boheme and attacks again, smashing into the galley. Angel confronts him and the two battle.
--Elisha and Charles rush across the deck to reach the galley. On the deck, Elisha noticed a Russian airship laden with cold-ones. Charles goes to Patrick to recieve weapons while Elisha and Trip begin firing at the advancing cold ones.
--Angel manages to best Amon, however the demon-ship then impacts the Boheme, entrapping it with tentacles and immobilizing it.
--The crew attacks, but the enemy ship appears to be shielded. Charles attacks the ship by himself, destroying the shield and a good part of the ship, but knocking himself off the Boheme and falling to the Alps below, breaking his leg in the process.
--The remaining part of the ship, controlled by it's "captain" clings to the Boheme and tries to kill Elisha and Trip. Cain sends them below decks and confronts the creature directly, altough the hull is breached and Elisha and Trip are attacked by more tentacles. Angel follows after Cain to help him. Elisha manages to reach the deck, but looses sight of Trip, who is pulled below the two ships.
--The cold one captain attacks Angel and Cain, destroying what was left of his ship and revealing itself as the massive monstrosity it is. The crew desperately fight it's tentacles. Finally, Angel drops Cain towards the captain and Cain destroys it, only being narrowly saved from falled by removing his arm and holding it for Angel.
--The crew work to recover from the devastating attack. Emma, Ella, Jen and Patrick help repair Angel and Cain. Elisha works to build a gas helm to help in future combat, but begins to wonder where Trip is. Trip has actually fallen from the Boheme during the fight.
--Admiral Horace Bicker of the HMS Malleus arrives with a dubious crew and offers assistance to the damaged Boheme.
--Patrick and Horace have heard of each other and get off to a cordial start, while Emma is distraught to learn that Trip has dissapeared again. Horace agrees to help restock and repair the Boheme.
--Angel and Cain connect some more after they have been repaired, while the rest of the crew helps Horace move supplies.
--On the ground, Trip realizes he has a piece of shrapnel stuck in his eye. His attempts to remove results in his pulling the entire eye out. He stumbles around and collapses, being found by Charles. Charles doesn't kill Trip, though he disarms him. Charles then contemplates setting up some form of shelter.
--Elisha decides to remain in the area to recover Trip and possibly Charles while the rest of the crew hurry on the bank job, hopefully recruiting Horace to help. Emma goes to Horace to negotiate.
--Elisha descends from the Boheme and goes to a town he knows in the area. From there he readies himself and heads out into the snow to search for the lost crew members, who he will return with to the town, then meet up with the rest of the crew.
--Jen talks with Patrick, concerned that Cain may have memories of Brian, having mentioned the name. Patrick defends Cain vigourously.
--Emma makes her case to Horace, while George comforts a shaken Ella. Angel experiments with the bath again while teasing Cain.
--Charles finds a cave and manages to drag Trip there and light a fire.
--Patrick gives Angel hair and she meets scraps, while Ella sleeps.
--Meanwhile, Elisha discovers wreckage from the airship they just destroyed. He determines to follow it to locate where Trip fell. He comes upon strange, bird-like creatures clearing up the cold ones from the wreckage. They reveal the connection between the cold ones and Angel's race and point Elisha on the path to Trip.
--Patrick mentions Christmas to Angel, who asks if Patrick can make more constructs like her. After admitting his inability to do so, Angel is distraught - thus Patrick sneaks into Emma's room and takes some small belongings to give to Angel as presents to cheer her up.
--Back in the Alps, Dalgranzo Gelt is stuck in the snow. He descends to reach a cave to shelter in, but stumbles upon the one where Trip and Charles are sheltering.
--The crew of the Boheme celebrate Christmas while explaining it to Angel, with gingerbread, eggnog and even a visit from "Sandy Claws." Meanwhile, Gelt and Elisha manage to drive off the cold ones and get Trip and Charles to safety. Elisha takes Trip and Charles to a doctor and pays for reconstructive surgery as a Christmas gift. While he waits, he makes an offer to explain the cold ones to Gelt.
--Elisha's messenger drone reaches the Boheme and Patrick and Jen descend in an airboat to pick up the lost crew. However, the Cold Ones attack the engineer town, which goes into a lockdown, threatening to trap them inside. Gelt is forced to come along to escape. While the Cold Ones are trapped and killed, the Demon Amon manages to escape.
--Amon attacks the airboat, knocking it over onto the Boheme and trapping in it under it except for Elisha. Elisha battles Amon until the demon severs his respirator. Hudson arrives and frees the trapped crew while Elisha is finally knocked out by Amon.
--Patrick rushes Amon, only to be swiftly defeated and have his arm severed. At that moment Cain and Angel appear, healing Patrick and Elisha and using their combined power to banish Amon for good.
--The crew recovers and rests. The Cold One Queen in St. Petersburg orders a new wave of airships to attack the Boheme.
--Emma manages to construct a device that allows George to manifest in human form. As the crew eats cookies and tea, Emma plans how they can use George to rob the bank.
--At that moment, a squadron of Hell Galleons attacks the Boheme, using gliders to land Cold Ones on the deck, including walker tanks and brutes.
--Jen, Emma, Patrick, and George, fight the cold ones on the deck. Elisha and Ella hold out in the lounge, Trip and Charles clear the loading bay, Angel and Cain handle the engine room, while Gelt and Hudson keep the steering room safe. George discovers how to use his new powers to effectively combat the cold ones.
--As the deck is cleared, the galleons begin to close in and members of the crew man the deck guns. Patrick begins to disable the boarding claws and destroy the galleons. As one galleon is destroyed, it unleashed a Wyrm, which swoops below the Boheme and burrows into the hull, attacking Elisha and Ella.
--As the Wyrms attack, Emma realizes she has the power to cause fear in them, holding off their attacks for awhile. Elisha kills a worm below decks with the help of Ella. Patrick kills another outside.
--Patrick hijacks a tank and holds off the claws of an approaching galleon using his technomancy, using them to kill another wyrm.
--Elisha dispatches the last wyrm, crashing it into the steering room before crippling it's wings and knocking it overboard.
--The commodre of the ship attacks, flying in the air to engage Angel, while the captain of one of the galleons holds on to the back of the Boheme and begins to tear the ship apart.
--The crew manages to dispose of the captain. Cain slays the Thirteenth Commodore and Angel and Jen cause a bloom of plant life on the ship, keeping it together. Emma is taken inside to recover from serious wounds.
--In St. Petersburg, the Tsar - the First Commodore, holds a meeting with his Second and Third Commodores, Father Niyazov and Viktor Erebus.
--The Boheme is nearly over the bank. The crews rests again as they plan for the robbery.
--Patrick modifies the tank he took to grow wings. Trip angrily accosts George on the deck, worried about the damage Emma sustained. Elisha moves in to break up the fight while Jen and Ella tend to Emma.
--Patrick gives Cain some money and Cain and Angel go shopping below.
--Jen and Emma have a discussion about Patrick and love, while Angel demands that Cain take her to see the circus. Patrick and George approach the bank.
--Ella joins Emma and Jen while Trip decides to walk in the city to cool off.
--The carnies see Angel and believe Cain has captured her, influenced by the mysterious Madame Cheng. They cause her to dissapear and reappear in a box elsewhere in the cirucus. George fetches a disguise for Patrick while Angel encounters a cat infused with Cold One parts.
--It appears that the ringmaster is under control by Madame Cheng. Trip encounters Cain who is looking for Angel and the two begin to search together.
--George and Patrick finish their operation and return with the gold, while Angel meets a young Russian girl named Sonya. Trip and Cain question the Ringmaster, but get no reply. Sonya goes to them and tries to tell them of Angel, but is mysteriously pulled away.
--The ringmaster Boris gives Angel some food and she tries to break the hold on him. Elisha and Charles descend to a market near the circus to pick up food, while Ella confides her growing feelings to Elisha to Jen and Emma. Below, Madame Cheng punishes Sonya's sister due to her insubordination.
--Elisha runs into Trip and Cain below and sends Charles up to the Boheme with food. However, their intentions are overheard within the circus tent and a group of clowns are revealed to be Cold Ones and attack.
--The Eleventh Commodore, Pzemysł the Clown, attacks Elisha, Trip and Cain, using a swarm of Blackflies and his power of illusion. Cheng uses her mind control powers to incapacitate Elisha and Trip, leaving Cain alone.
--Boris, the ringmaster, attacks Madame Cheng, breaking her concentration and freeing Trip and Elisha. She angrily tosses him aside. Cain and Pzemysł duel, the clown recognizing Cain as Brian.
--Angel attacks Madame Cheng, while Pzemysł and Cain soar into the air. Angel cuts Cheng who flees, ordering her minions to capture Angel. Elisha knocks his rifle against the Deus heart, allowing him to hit and drive off Pzemysł. Though the clown flees, he leaves a beacon on the side of the Boheme, causing a swarm of Blackflies to attack it.
--Cain rescues Angel, while the Blackflies attack the Boheme to Patrick's dismay. George and Patrick scramble to save the Boheme.
--Sonya uses the circus carrier's steam engine to finish off the Cold Ones at the circus, while Patrick shields himself and lets George hang him off the side of the Boheme.
--As Charles and Ella hold off the Blackflies entering the cabins, Patrick disables the beacon, causing the Blackflies to fall apart onto the deck. Elisha, Trip, Cain, Angel and Sweets make their way back onto the Boheme.
--The crew catch their breath, clean the Blackflies off the deck and Emma gives Trip a warm welcome, Scraps being less inclined towards Sweets. George sees Trip with Emma and is upset again.
--The Tsar decides to use the Eight Commodore to destroy the crew of the Boheme. In the Crimea, the Eight Commodore, Aiman Tiamat, steals a Roma man from his fiancee, Perdita, using her ability to attract and enslave men with her beauty. Perdita arrives to kill Tiamat, but is swallowed whole by Tiamat's pet wyrm. Tiamat recieves her orders from the Tsar, noticing the similarity between Brian and Cain. She heads for Paris.
--On the Boheme, Jen cooks and serves dinner to the hungry crew, while Cain senses Tiamat's prescence. Elisha shows Patrick a recording device he took from a Blackfly and Patrick realizes that the Cold Ones have been monitoring them.
--The crew begins contemplating potential allies. Jen sends a message to the Italian Mafia under Papa Gianni. Patrick considers the Fleet of the Empire of the Rising Sun as well as the Madboys of Tinker's Row and Belfast. Elisha remembers airship squadrons he had fought with in the past. Emma decides to contact Anton Tulane and the French Aether League.
--The Boheme crosses the Alps as the crew prepares to land in Paris, considering ways to conceal the wounded Emma, the paling Jen and madboy Patrick from the suspicious and technophobic French authorities. The Boheme lands in Paris.
-==The Boheme in Paris==
--The crew of the Boheme make their way through Paris, guiding by Emma, made uneasy by the haughty inhabitants and the technophic sympathies around. Trip leave the group to visit an art store and move his purchases to the Boheme, while Charles leaves to visit friends.
--Emma bumps into Monsieur Anton Tulane at a book stall. Pretending to engage in idle chatter, Anton guides the crew back to his private quaters. He mentions having met a woman with the features of Patrick and his considerations of bringing the Aether League together.
--Tiamat arrives at the Russian embassey while Angel and Cain sneak off the Boheme and visit a sweet-shop.
--Patrick shows Anton the Deus. They decide that the best course of action would be to attack St. Petersburg through the sewers. Emma invites Anton back to the Boheme to be introduced to Cain and Angel. Cain and Angel are at the sweet-shop, where an Inquisitor spots them and reports the sighting to Tiamat.
--The crew returns to the Boheme with Anton to realize that Cain and Angel are gone. Patrick realizes he mentioned the sweet shop to them and the crew heads there to find them.
--Trip joins the running crew while Tiamat enters the sweet-shop. Using dozens of charmed men as a distraction, she drags Cain away upstairs. Elisha tails her, but is charmed and easily defeated, being blown out of the upper window.
--As Elisha hits the pavement, Ella and Jen rush to help him. At that moment, the Inquisitors arrive and arrest Anton, Elisha, Ella and Jen, taking them to the Inquisitor Fortress.
--Angel follows Tiamat upstairs only to see her forcefully embrace and kiss Cain. Crushed and confused, Angel is easily captured by the Inquisitors. The rest of the crew escape when Charles arrives and causes a distraction and Trip teleports them back to the Boheme.
--The guards take the weapons and equipment of the captured crew, while Patrick is devastated at the loss of Jen. Tiamat's dismissal of Angel begins to enrage Cain, while Emma and Trip plan to free the prisoners by using Trip's technology to disguise themselves as guards.
--Emma goes to the place of Locke Lefoot, a spider-armed guide to the Paris underworld and ask for help to guide them to the Inquisitor Fortress.
--With directions from the monkey Pierre and his crazed master, a Karl Marx, Patrick leads the crew to a rescue of Jen, robbing some inquisitors of their robes in the process. Meanwhile, Inquisitors attempt to torture Ella, being stopped by a stubborn Elisha.
--Patrick and Jen distract some guards, while others are rendered depressed and resistantless by the mournful song of Angel. The crew grab their stolen gear and rescue Angel, who is still depressed and in shock and has to be carried out by the crew.
--Tiamat has the Captain of her airship restrain Cain while she goes to stop the jailbreak personally. Cain is desperate to save Angel and breaks free, killing the captain, before chasing after Tiamat who has taken to the skies on her wyrm.
--The crew of the Boheme emerges into the square, but is confronted by a troop of Inquisitors. They commence battle, beating back the enemy. Patrick beats the head Inquisitor and manages to convince him of the goodness of technology with a sermon. The Inquisitors surrunder while Emma uses her powers to disable the Inquisitor fortress and free those inside.
--Tiamat arrives at the square as Cain catches up with her. She dispatches Cain, before using her powers to charm the male members of the crew. She decides to take some of them with her as slaves and let the wyrm drink the blood of the rest. She tells the women to leave, on pain of being devoured by the wyrm. Angel doesn't have to will to live or move and is drawn into the wyrm's gullet, but is saved by a swift intervention by Cain. The two reconcile and turn to face and destroy Tiamat together.
--George attacks Tiamat, breaking her charm, while Emma distracts the wyrm, allowing Cain to slay it. Cain and Angel destroy Tiamat's power with their holy weapons. The Roma, Perdita, who was devoured earlier by the wyrm, emerges from it's dead body and shoots Tiamat through her weakened black heart, finishing her. Tiamat dissolves into a pile of insubstantial slime, which Elisha burns away.
--All across Paris, the men that Tiamat had enslaved are freed. The Inquisitor fortress is raided by the police, the inventors freed and many Inquisitors give up their ways. A pleased Anton is introduced to a happy Cain and Angel.
+"Oy! Which one o' you louts set the bleedin' flat on fire, then?"
+Another smoky shape was approaching him--a huge one, and this time he knew right away that it was an angry human.
+He turned his eyes toward the man and cleared his throat. "I know not what fire you speak of, monsieur," he said bravely, trying not to sound paralyzed. "I had nothing to do with it, and I do not suppose he--" He tried to gesture to his rescuer and failed. "does, either."
+A little quirk of Demitri's--he had learned his English from Professor Agrippa, and no more formally, pedantically speaking man could likely be found in all of London. He could not help but address the stranger with a wordiness most would reserve for a dinner party with the Queen herself.
+Something clattered above, and another small explosion could be heard. Spiting his need to stay calm, his limbs tingled to get him off the bench and finding out if there were any people up there, perhaps in danger--perhaps what was worrying this new stranger.
+"Does either of you know what is amiss up there?"
+Don't ask me for help...don't ask me for help...don't ask me to get up and help...
--The crew prepares to leave for London with Anton. Jen purchases new clothes to cover her increasing paleness and changing body, while Patrick reassures her that he will love her forever.
+Geirulf looked out his window. A distance away, he saw smoke coming off a fire. "Hm, ikkje min sak.." he mumbled lowly on Norwegian to himself, taking note of the, but not doing a effort to alert someone about it. His throat rasped a little, as he hadn't said much that day. Naturally, someone else would have seen the fire. He returned to his workshop desk, flipping down his magnifiers and trying to perfect his spring blades. They now ejected when he pressed his elbows towards his side and bent his wrists downwards.
--Anton shares some construct fairy tales with a delighted Angel. Cain then reads her stories while teaching her to read. Angel and Cain decide that they will write their own story, a pasttimes that entertains them they way to London, Cain writing and Angel illustrating a story similar to theirs.
+He couldn't let the situation the other day repeat itself, when they sprung as he was taking up an apple from a basket, accidentally piercing it. Needless to say, he got a strange look from the trader as he paid for three apples, one which was split in three due to the force of the blade.
--Jen and Patrick prepare the Russian tank Patrick aquired, which he has named St. George. They outfit it with propulsion jets and more weaponry, aiding in engineering by Emma. George and Elisha work to place the cloning factory they encountered last trip to London. Elisha takes the map to the Captain to discuss landing sites.
+He had no orders today, but he expected one tomorrow, which of he had been noted by a small boy, entering the shop, giving him a note and leaving, without saying much. Just the way he preferred his customers.
--Trip worries about possible illegal devices being discovered at his old lodgings in London, while Jen and Patrick work out the steering on the tank. Patrick lets slip humourous details of his past with Madame Arachne, his contact from before in London, earning not a little humiliation
+Scott Coolige stumbled out of Bucer's Pub rather tipsy. He rammed his hand into his ragged pocket and jingled the change inside. It might have been the stout, but he could swear that he heard nothing. He prided himself in his good hearing. It’s couldn’t simply be the alcohol! Twirling his head around in a fashion that would have made any sober man dizzy, he peered into his pocket for himself. Seeing nothing, he clumsily pulled it inside-out. Nothing…
+“Damn!” he managed to slur the curse out loud, which garnered some distasteful looks from the locals. Scott was too drunk and angry to notice. He was so inebriated that he even failed to notice the fire of unknown origin several quarters away from him. Bells started ringing as a horse drawn carriage filled with men armed with buckets full of water headed in the direction of the blaze. The bells made him cover his ears. No, he had definitely not lost his hearing. That was the one thing he hated about London: the noise. It was nothing like home, where you could go a whole day without hearing anything but the wind and the sheep.
+He finally realized how drunk he was when he lost his balance and fell into the cart of a fruit vender, who assisted Scott on his journey to unconsciousness by beating him over the head with his fist.
--In the Ancient Temple, Nate awakens, having been healed in body, mind and soul by the temple's energies. He exits, being ordered by the temple to now aid Emma to redeem his sins.
+"You dunno what fire I–" With the vocabulary of a steelworker, Ajax was not one for verbosity. He shuffled the words around in his head until the pieces slipped together, and glowered at the feeble man. "What'd'ye mean, what fire? The one right over your head, that's what bleedin' fire!" Unless it really was just smoke, from some madcap chemist's accident... "Get up an' help, lazybones!"
--Jen and Patrick finish their work on the tank. Anton invites a shy Angel and Cain to visit the University, which the Boheme lands near, arriving back in London.
+The unfortunate invalid showed no signs of moving. Perhaps he was stunned, or perhaps he was just a weak-kneed ponce who spent too much time with his nose in the books he'd collapsed on. Ajax snorted and unslung the Illuminator, tossing it on the rank grass – no use getting roasted along with Haywood's beloved invention, if it came to entering the reeking building. "Fine, stay there." He directed his dull gaze towards the other man, the one who could apparently move and thus offer assistance. "You, though, were you just in there? What the blazes is goin' on? I'll tell you right now, I've a fair load o' tools in that ol' flat, and I've no mind to see 'em gettin' all scorched-like..."
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-== The Boheme Returned to London Once Again ==
+There was no point in saying anything, not until Demetri could get up and prevent this irrational man from doing something rash. He struggled; the few bits of his will to reach his limbs at all only got so far as to cause him to fall off the bench and into a pile of...something's...ashes. Well, it was a little better than before.
+Maybe I won't repeat this route home.
+He took a deep breath--there was one limb that did work, and it was his voice. "Monsieur--!" he called out to Ajax with inhuman coolness in the face of the burning building and the frustrated man. "It is the mysterious substance there smoldering--I am paralyzed and have no choice, monsieur, but if I could move from this spot, I would still refuse to. If I could, I would surely help you in another way--"
+A new wave of smoke replaced his words with a fit of coughing--it wasn't toxic, but this time, it was black and smothering; the fire had cut though to the building itself. If something was not done, a least some of it would burn down.
--Anton offers to show Cain and Angel the library at the University. Anton observes that Cain has real love for Angel, dispite being a construct.
+Scott regained his senses after inhaling a whiff of highly pungent smoke. He looked around with very dull vision at the scene around him. There was a rather large group of people gathered together looking down a particularly forbidding looking street where the fire Scott had smelled was apparently coming from. Yet no one moved. Not one single person ventured into the alley to help whatever poor, unfortunate soul was in the flaming building. Had these city folk no honor? Had they no pride?
+Scott tried to stand and get out of the wreck he had made of the fruit cart, yet found this more difficult than usual, as he had a splitting headache. He couldn’t quite remember why, although he remembered that he had been trying to forget something which he couldn’t remember. Giving his head a vigorous shake, he finally stood up and started towards the crowd.
+Stumbling upon a man on the edge of the group, Scott grabbed his shoulder to get his attention and more importantly to keep his balance.
+“What a b...b…..bloody ‘ell is gon on??” Scott breathed foul liquor breath into the man’s face, having trouble pronouncing the word “bloody.”
+ “Out o’ me face, boy!” The man yelled at him. “Can’t you see there’s a fire, ye’ young rip?!?”
+“Cos tas a fire, tats obious.” Scott was amazed at his own inability to speak coherently. “Bu why i na un guna hep?”
+The man was beyond irritated. “Zats the UNDERWORLD, ye sack o’ vorms!” he said in disgust. “Zats “Colonel’s” ground, ye dog, ye drunk!”
+Seeing that the conversation was getting nowhere fast, and that someone might need help, Scott plunged into the once dark alley, which was now alight with blue flame.
+The razing inferno quickly spread to surrounding structures, the enormous amount of smoke the fire exhaled blinding Van Ottens' view of the city skyline.  He was leaning over the railing of his airship's promenade, trying to observe the tiny figures moving panick-strucken about deep down below.  "What can you make of it, Mr Mate?"  he asked his trusted deck officer, the only Englishman among his crew.
--Patrick realizes that George could be connected to and control the St. George and mentions this to Emma, who passes it on to George. He agrees, eager for a chance to be at the front of the fighting and connects himself to the tank. George tells Emma to stay on the Boheme with Trip.
+"Bloody hard to tell what the devil is going on down there, Sir,"  answered the man, not bothering the effort to remove the pipe from his mouth while he did.  "It would seem that fire's spurring from the Underworld, tho'."
--Anton introduces the constructs to Caroline Smith, the head of the London Aether league, who is quite surprised to see her skepticism be proved false. The St. George descends into London while Trip goes to his apartment to take supplies and dispose of some highly illegal weaponry.
+Van Ottens merely raised an eyebrow at hearing the name of that notorious part of London he would not be able to avoid. Not this time, no.  He sighed and turned 'round to face his First Mate.  "Navigate around the fire.  We wouldn't want the ship damaged."  The man replied with a simple nod.  "And have our Telegrapher contact The Doctor.  He should have the message in his possession already."
--Emma sees Trip leave and follows him, however loses him in the streets of London. She sees a poster for a play and recognizes the lead female as one of her old friends. She hears an odd tune that reminds her of a twisted version of Angel's. At this moment, Trip runs towards her. However, as soon as she embraces him, she is attacked by tentacles...
+"Aye,"  said the deck officer, and with that he made for the steering cabin.  They were dangerously nearing the fire now, but Van Ottens had great trust in the navigational skills of his crew.  They would not be in peril.
--Caroline Smith questions Anton, discovering that Angel is near twelve-thousand years old. He explains their complex workings and Cain relates how he was constructed by Patrick. Anton takes Cain and Angel outside to the conservatory to see the flowers.
+"Ahh..." Shaking his head to clear the sudden confusion and fright of being shouted out by a huge Irishman and desperetly trying to recollect his French, Horatio closed his eyes and found some courage.
+"I wouldn't go in there sir," He addressed Ajax, pointing to the flat, "it's, ah, not the most naturally occuring of, of, combustible situations."
+He opened his mouth to say more then thought better of it.
+"If you could assit me in moving this gentleman to a safer place?" Horatio motioned to the fatigued Demitri, attempting to pull him to his feet as he spoke.
+"Monsieur nous sommes à être mobiles?" he would be the first to admit his French left much to be desired.
--Emma has been captures by two commodores, the Actor, Abbot and the dark construct Shai, who was at one time a sister of Angel. Emma is saved by the intervention of the St. George. Shai escapes, leaving Abbot to fight Patrick, Jen, Emma and George. Emma and Patrick wound Abbot, wo retreats, allowing a horde of cold ones to attack.
+After a moment's pause, Demitri thanked Horatio and reminded him not to forget his books; he was recovering, but too slowly to get out of here alone. Maybe this wasn't a bad thing--just as before the fire, he was still lost.
+At least he thought he had heard Horatio right--his accent threatened to overpower Demitri's comprehension.
+He choked out his best English through the haze: "I think I may be able to stand now." Walking, though, was, as his swaying made obvious, going to be much harder. "You are very kind, Monsieur, but I will only require the assistance of Monsieur Callaghan--" He had seen the name scratched into the abandoned Illuminator, and butchered the pronunciation almost comically. "--if it is the only way to prevent him from imperiling himself."
+His speech was interrupted by violent coughing between every word--the fearless, matter-of-fact-ness with which he spoke was disproportionate  to the danger they were in. Demetri hadn't the strength to pull out a handkerchief, and though Horatio did, he doubted he could breathe any better than himself. They could not stand here forever--something had to be done, fast.
--Emma and the St. George, fight off the Cold Ones, aided by sniper fire from Elisha. Elisha, on the roofs, accidently steps on Trip's escape hatch and falls into his apartment, while George comes to look. They discover Trip's hoard of illegal weaponry. George snaps and smashes the wall of the room, angrily berating Trip for putting Emma into so much danger over the voyage, only prevented by the crew from killing Trip.
--At the conservatory, Shai attacks Anton and Cain. Angel happily greets her sister, but is confused and horrified when her sister begins spewing the rhetoric of the Cold Ones. Cain fights Shai to protect Angel, while Angel does not know how to handle her turned sister. Angel reluctantly takes to the air to battle her once loved sister.
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+Hang your bleedin' fancy-talk, the both of you, thought Ajax, exasperated. Outwardly, he grunted and scooped up the wobbly Frenchman with little effort, depositing him in Horatio's arms. "I don't want to seem rude, sir, but me dead mate's only remainin' tools are in that burnin' hulk. I'm goin' in there, impiratellifyin' myself or no. You can go ahead an' just... lean there, maybe call the fire brigade, don't matter to me – but I'll be on the third floor scoopin' up wrenches if anybody needs me."
--George's rant is interrupted when a large, crab-like Cold One ambushes them, grabbing Emma and Patrick. Patrick shoots it to force it to let them go, but Emma and him are wounded falling to the pavement. Elisha fights the crab, leading it to the St. George, which crushes it. However, without it's shell the beast is just as dangerous, a super-fast spidery monstrosity.
+Pulling his newsboy cap off his round head and pressing the coarse fabric to his mouth and nostrils, Ajax grabbed a loose paving stone (he might have to break a window, after all) and shoved it into his coat pocket before lurching resolutely through the soot-choked doorway. The last time he'd crossed this threshold, Haywood had been in the best of health, eagerly ushering him up the rickety stairs towards the cluttered workshop and an early rendezvous with the hand of Fate. If I'm to die in a fire, he decided grimly, best to do it here, of all places. Fittin' end for the both of us, eh, Haywood? The smoke closed around his bulky form, obscuring it from view, and all was silent save for the crackle of the hungry blaze.
--Jen manages to knock the beast to the street and begins to treat Emma and Patrick, while Trip rushes to help. Trip fires at the crab with one of his weapons, obliterating it and a good part of the street in a massive fireball.
+Merriwether sat in his study, enjoying the warmth from the fireplace. He went over to the bookshelves, and with some study, carefully selected a thick volume. Taking the book over to his writing desk, he opened it, and taking pen and paper to hand, began to make notes.
+The only sounds other than the sound of pen on paper and the cheery crackle of the fire, was the muted clicking and whirring that emanated from some shelves on the far wall. On these shelves sat a bank of telegraph tickers, clacking away intermittently, and feeding their paper tapes into a small Babbage engine that sat whirring to itself, as it digested the incoming tapes. Years ago, Moriarty had discovered how to tap into the government telegraph, and intercept its coded messages. After some time, the Professor had realized the value of telegraphy, and had quietly set up his own networks, that ran like a spiders web through Upper and Lower London. Those terminated in a second set of tickers.
+  Hiram had only been writing for a short time, when he was interupted by the soft chime of a bell. Something interesting was coming in, or had been decoded from the wire. Hiram rose, and went to his tickers. Odd, he thought, not only the government spy network, but also his own were reporting a strange fire in Lower London. Hiram read a bit, and the went to his desk, and pressed a button. Almost immediately, his secretary, a weedy, but very efficient man, named Uriah Asquith, entered.
+  'Uriah, read this and tell me what you think"
+"Certainly, master, it seems that it is a double report of an odd fire in one of the Lower London districts, it looks like near St-Martins, the Seven Dials sector"
+"Indeed" said Hiram. "Who is our local "boss" there?"
+"That would be Jimmy "Boxer" Wimbleton, I believe, master" said Uriah.
+"Again, indeed, and why has he not acted? One does not let ones sheep burn themselves to oblivion, before one can fleece them, one might say, Even those poor folks have their uses, and can be of profit to us.  Send Lamont and his crew at once, Have "Boxer" removed from the position, permanently as it were, and painfully as well. Put Tulkington, his second in command in charge, and make sure that he not only puts the fire out, but finds the cause. If he needs to break some heads to do so, well, so be it"
+"At once, Master" said Uriah, and left the study.
--Angel and Cain are saved from Shai by the intervention of a winged and powerful Nate. They question him and reveal the change the temple wrought in him. He now refers to himself as "One". Cain and Angel decide to go with One to find the rest of the crew.
+Hiram rubbed the bridge of his nose, good local bosses were hard to find, and harder to keep, as they became ambitious. Lamont would ensure that "Boxer" was reminded of his failure, and Tulkington would get an object lesson by being made to watch.
--Elisha encounters Ella, who had worridly followed them. They set off into the allys, followed by Trip, who pauses to burn his pile of illegal weapons. Patrick, Jen, Emma and the St. George head to Tinker's Row, to meet with Madame Arachne.
+A short time later, down in Lower London, the frantic clanging of the fire brigade bell could be heard, albeit a bit late.  Through the chaos and smoke walked a few hard looking men, in black frock coats and bowlers, following an even harder looking man wearing a cape.
+  A few hours later, some street urchins, scavenging in an alley, came across the broken, and barely recognizable body of the once Jimmy "Boxer" Wimbleton, uglier even in death than he had been in life... Not wasting any time, the urchins emptied his pockets, spat on him, and ran off...
--Anton and Caroline activate the beacon for the aether league, warning all members of the coming fight. They travel to Madame Arachne's brothel to reunite with the rest of the crew, who have been doing chores for Arachne in exchange for information. Arache is angered to see Cain, who to her resembles Brian, while Elisha is startled to see Nate, who he assumed to be dead.
+ Sir... Demetri noted, that's a new one. Goodness, they say it all the time here, now that I think about it--I cannot believe I've missed for so long. And in a situation like this, I'll probably forget it again before I can use it once!
+Oh, well.
+But enough about that; the word's user was of more importance--his life, which was hanging by a thread. An immense fire brigade that could have populated the entirety of one of the towns he was accustomed to was attending the building, but the other side; none of them saw the impetuous Irishman. None of them even looked this way.
+Demetri struggled vainly against the lingering paralysis, not caring if the movement that had made its way to his arms bruised Horatio's. Something was boiling up in him that he had, for a long time, never let get past a quiet simmer: terror, for that imprudent fellow.  Being so incapacitated was a veiled blessing--if he were not, he might have run in after him.
+"HELP! OVER HERE! MONSIEUR AJAX IS INSIDE!" He widely gestured toward where Ajax had disappeared with an arm that quickly fell back down, weakened. "HELP!"
+Agrippa's fancy speech had gone, and alas, he had forgotten the precious new word already.
--Angel explains the nature of One to Elisha, while Cain reasons with Madame Arachne, who agrees to gather Tinker's Row to help storm the conversion plant and begins to outline a plan of attack.
+Too far from the park, Demetri's efforts succeeded, though barely. His cries had caught the attention of one young newbie to the fire brigade with excellent hearing; no one else caught it over the roar of he flames and something continuing to explode on the top floor. But this was enough. When the youth, investigating, caught the shape of a towering person in a window, a fraction of the brigade was summoned, and a ladder propped against said window.
+Demetri, having never been in a situation so tense, was beside himself, and shocked that he was, and horrified that he was shocked...and so on. He stayed quiet; it and Ajax would be taken care of.
+"This never..." he exhaled, only half to Horatio. "...never happened in Annecy...never came so late...ils n'arrivent...jamais..."
--Patrick summons the engineers of Tinker's Row, giving a rousing speech. Angel plays with Cain on a swing in the brothel, attempting to cheer him up from the anger many show towards him for wearing Brain's face. Jen becomes frightened after she slowly changes towards a bright one and Patrick comforts her.
--Emma and Trip talk, Trip finally admiting the deeds he did before he met her. Emma is angry, but still loves Trip. While she doesn't trust him, she wants to give him a second chance. George sees this and is miserable, going outside. Is is captured by Shai, who uses him to access Emma and steal her spirit.
--Patrick leads the engineers to the lab while Angel and Cain persue Shai. In Russia, the Cold One Queen is using kept essence from Brian to recreate him. Elisha, along with Ella, leads a direct attack on the conversion lab, pretending to be the leader of the army, while Patrick, Madame Arachne and Jen sneak into the lab from the underground, horrified on finding a veritable butcher shop in the basement.
+Vagabond and Raconteur
--Shai takes to the air to retrieve the body of Emma, who is slowly dying with the loss of her spirit, despite the best efforts of Trip and One. Angel and Cain try to catch up to Shai. Patrick releases George and the spirit of Emma, while Cain faces Shai. Elisha forces his way into the compound only to be confronted with a horde of Cold Ones.
--Abe walks the streets of London and senses the demonic prescense. He follows it, to see Shai force Cain to the ground. Abe intervenes, using his atlatl to send a dart hurtling at Shai, being surprised when this doesn't kill her outright. Abe clashes with Shai, then moves to escape. Trip runs with Emma's body, desperatly bringing it closer to her spirit.
--Cain manages to seriously harm Shai when she breaks her claw on his Deus heart. Patrick, Madame Arachne and Jen have to deal with an arrival of Cold Ones and Occultists. Elisha orders the tinkers and Ella to retreat, closing the upper building doors and sealing himself in. He outwits and fights the Cold Ones and Occultists inside, only to be nearly killed when Abbot arrives, believing Elisha to be Patrick, smashing him into the floor.
+   Scott was either amazingly stupid or very brave, but more probably a good mix of the two. He had dashed right into a sector of London that NO man in his right mind would have gone into…. even if it had not been in flames (which it had). Then, after he had nearly been run over by the fire brigade, he himself ran into an odd trio of characters: a paralyzed Frenchman, a scholarly looking book collector who was apparently trying to relieve the Frenchman of his stash of textbooks and then one fellow who was hard to make out. He was huge, THAT was obvious; he was also covered with soot, which made the rest of him hard picture. The man was also carrying a large bundle of objects in the crook of his arm, as if protecting them from some unseen enemy. Scott wondered why on earth the collection of junk the man was holding, which was as black as the man himself, was so important.
+   As the firemen threw water on the roaring flames, in a hopeless effort to save the building, Scott advanced towards the odd group of men seated on the decaying park bench.
+   His vocabulary being very limited after drinking so much, Scott was able to repeat the phrase he had asked the man in the crowd earlier: “Wha’ a b…bbb….bloody ‘ell is gon on?”
--George, Angel, One and Trip manage to save Emma from dying, placing her spirit back into her body in the square outside the lab, while holding off Cold Ones. To their joy, airships of the Aether League arrive to reinforce them.
+"Oui, c'est London, c'est nai pas rapide."
--Patrick helps lead the charge out of the underground lab, using many of the constructs of Tinker's row. Cain finishes Shai, smashing her into one of the below tunnels and pinning her under wreckage. Despite her protests, he spares her life. Jen finishes the Cold Ones inside with a hot water pipe, while the Aether League, lead by George and One, finish the outside forces. Abbot is enraged by the failure of his forces, but is surprised to see that Elisha, his intended victim, has attached a timed heat rune to him, which ignites, obliterating Abbot.
+Horatio wrinkled his nose at the sight of Scott and his drunken inquisition. Feeling it impolite and potentially dangerous to ignore such attentions he freed a hand to adjust his spectacles then replaced it quickly as he felt Demetri slipping.
--Patrick comforts Jen after the battle and they discuss the future. Elisha sees that the main door is blocked by rubble and descends into the tunnels to find and exit, ignoring the trapped Shai. A confused Abe returns to the square, meeting Emma and explains he must salt the demon. Cain has his damage repaired by Patrick and Jen.
+"It's, ahm, slight case of arson so it err-seems," He nodded towards the burning building, "can, can you perhaps see that Irish fellow a-around?"
--Madame Arachne gives Angel some dresses as a gift and celebrates the victory with Cain and Angel. George is sitting by the fountain in the square when he is accosted by his father, who he is surprised to see. He is further surprised when his father talks to him, explaining how he blamed Emma for George's "Death" and how he was the one that lead Black to Emma. George is angered and confused by this news, especially when he learns his mother is dying.
+His vision the way it was, smoke and soot served to limit his view to a few feet infront of his face. Beyond the drunken Scott he was aware only of the sounds of shouting and ringing of bells. Not an ideal situation to be in he considered and let his eye's wander to the bag that hung at his side, still there, he let an inward sigh of relief.
--Abe, Emma and Madame Arachne descend into the caverns below and locate Shai. Abe performs a ritual on her, hopefully cleansing her over time. Elisha wanders the tunnels, finally collapsing at the place where the diggers stopped. After a vision, he continues, being retrieved by One and waking up back on the Boheme.
+Finally...finally, Demetri felt enough of his feet to see if he could stand on them. He quietly stepped away from Horatio, wobbled for a few seconds, and sat down. How would he know how to get anywhere else?
+He spent the next thirty seconds composing himself while Horatio and a new stranger conversed, settling calmly into his usual impassive self, now that he knew the fire brigade had every window covered. Then he shifted his eyes between th other two men.
+"I apologize...it seems I lost my head for a moment..." He squinted at the building, which was almost obscured by smoke. Only its outline could be seen, as if all that was left was its shadow. "I don't know about you, but I spy something descending a ladder."
--Cain tells Angel the story of Milo and Nala and the two embrace. Meanwhile, In Russia, the Cold One Queen uses her power to ressurect Brian O'Landry. Patrick hears Angel's song, mixed with Shai's and spends the night building a metallic shell to inhabit, should he be killed, so he can remain with Jen.
+The stairs had been tricky, to be sure. Halfway up the first flight, Ajax had suddenly gotten that awful feeling in the pit of his stomach – that terrible lurching, slowly descending sensation that comes with an unexpected change in the terrain beneath one's feet. These damn stairs had never been well-constructed in the first place. Haywood had nearly broken one of the banisters the week before the accident, Ajax remembered, with the useless lucidity of one who can sense his world is about to get a lot more painful.
--Emma visit's George's parents that night. She in angry with George's father, but manages to deal with her anger and accept it. George sees his dying mother and decides to ask Jen to help save her.
+With a murderous gnashing of splintered beams, a five-step segment of the staircase tore itself from the wall and tilted like a trap-door beneath the lamplighter's heavy boots. It had only been the coarse fabric of his cap that saved him from a broken leg or two at the bottom of the stairwell – lunging for the landing a few steps above him, he scrabbled for the ruined post with both hands, forgetting that he'd been holding his hat to his face. It caught miraculously on an ugly shard of cheap wood, tearing a regrettable hole in the crown but ultimately providing enough support for Ajax to haul himself clear of the lovely new chasm he'd created.
--In the morning, Gelt leaves the Boheme. Elisha awakes and begins walking despite his injuries. Abe walks up with his pet snake, Rosie and makes his way to the Boheme, dropping off his bags before going to visit Madame Arachne, where Cain and Angel head as well. Emma finds Patrick asleep by his project. She continues his work to help him.
+Then the smoke caught up to him, and he clapped his poor cap to his face once more, choking. This was the second floor; he had yet another treacherous stairway to navigate. The fire seemed worse here: flames licked at the doorway to his left, and the lazily billowing smoke made it impossible to see more than halfway up the last stair. His eyes watered viciously, but he remembered two things all at once. Firstly, there had been a window (most likely shut) at the very top landing, where the smoke was thickest. Secondly, he had a paving stone, which he lost no time in hurling with all the precision he could muster.
--In Russia, Viktor works to complete a variety of the Tsar's schemes. Shai and Arachne greet Abe, Angel and Cain, while Patrick awakes and goes to confessional at a church, with a mysterious priest. Angel is delighted to see her sister, while Shai is mostly annoyed at Angel's cheerfulness. Meanwhile, Dreyfuss walks the streets of London, looking for work.
+The shatter of broken glass brought him momentary relief, and the smoke did seem to abate somewhat, but there was still that blasted stairway to consider. I made it up the first. It damn near killed me, but I'd do one more o' those in a jiffy, with Haywood's tools at stake. Besides, the cap's still got a bit o' luck left in 'er... He cast his eyes fondly down at his tweed guardian angel, and sprang with the fury of a desperate tiger.
--Angel and Cain take Shai out to shop in London. Elisha decides to go outside and get a drink, despite Ella's protests as she worries about his health. While Abe talks to Madame Arachne, Dreyfuss arrives outside Arachne's business. While being turned back, an Arbiter emerges in the street.
+The stairs seemed to be anticipating his move, or perhaps the force of his stride had been the straw that broke its back. A terrible scream of wooden frustration assaulted Ajax's ears, and he landed three steps up, horror-struck, as the very top step broke away from its mooring and began to plummet inexorably towards the red-flickering hell three floors below. Bellowing in desperation, he leaped once more. His thick arms flailed almost comically in the void, close enough to brush the wreck of the third floor landing... and were caught, stunningly, by a fireman from nowhere who braced himself against the rickety banister and screeched like a wounded gorilla. "For God's sake, man, pull yourself up! You'll break my arms and legs!"
--Elisha, Dreyfuss and Abe all work together to beat back the Arbiter, which is finally deafeated on the arrival of Jen. Jen heals Elisha, then talks to George, who reveals his wish that she cure his mother. Dreyfuss has a tense introduction to Abe and to Abe's snake, Rosie. Elisha offers him a position on the Boheme. Dreyfuss introduces himself and accepts.
+He was a strong fellow, though, and somehow, despite his confused inaction, the Irishman found himself kneeling on the landing, gasping at the inside of his hat. "Tools," he panted, muffled by the tweed, and crawled past the concerned fireman, despite the man's protests, into the terrible old flat Haywood had called home. What little consciousness was left to him was glad indeed to see that nothing had been touched – although that was about to change. This poor little workshop would soon be meeting the same end as its master, and even a half-dead Ajax had no mind to see all of his friend's accomplishments perish along with it. He tore open the familiar cupboard and grabbed everything he could see, mindless of the omnipresent soot and dust. As an afterthought, he lurched to the rotten desk and flung open the Important Drawer, where Haywood kept the money and the letters from his sweetheart in Liverpool. Damned if I'll ever get a chance to find this girl – whoever she is – and give her the news, but Haywood would've done the same for me, burnin' flat or no. Satisfied, he crawled back to the fireman at the window, clutching his prizes like a sick child. "Get us out o' this hell-hole, will you?" he whispered, and coughed until he collapsed.
--Ella, Emma, Cain, Shai and Angel watch a play at Emma's old theatre. Angel is delighted and puts on her own play with Cain and an unwilling Shai. Meanwhile, Jen shakes Abe's hand and Abe feels the touch of his guide, the Mother, upon her. George and Jen go to see his mother.
+The fireman heaved, grunted, dug in his shoulder, and somehow managed to hoist the prostrate form out of the broken window and down the ladder. With luck, there weren't any more souls in there, he thought, since this one took so damn much time. Stubborn ox.
--Jen, Patrick and George go to his parent's house. George's mother is deathly sick and Jen works to heal her, believing there to be poison in her veins. Patrick feels uneasy and goes to the cellar, to find the butler putting small amounts of mercury in the tea. The butler is revealed to be a Cold One and Patrick uses his technomancy to defeat it. Jen cures George's mother and George's father agrees to give them names of contacts in China.
--Cain and Angel go to a seedier part of London to buy a gift for Shai. Shai is actually touched that Angel bought her a present and says a tearful goodbye. Meanwhile, Dreyfuss and Abe get used to the Boheme, which includes an attack by a Cold One concealed as a cat. Soon, all the crew is returned and the Boheme lifts off.
--Meanwhile, in Russia, Viktor sends his nephew, Tobias, the Twelfth Commodore, to the East. The Tenth and Fourth Commodore prepare a trap in the pass the Boheme is likely to use. Thus, the Twelfth, Eleventh, Tenth, Ninth, Seventh and Fourth Commodores are all waiting at some location to delay the Boheme. Viktor starts project Endwinter, letting loose the corpse of Captain Black on St. Petersburg, complete with the aether virus, to infect all of St. Petersburg.
--Madame Cheng attemps to assult the crew of the Boheme with her mental powers, throwing them off balance and frightening them. Thankfully Jen manages to construct a ward against it, while Dreyfuss also shows some aptitude towards it. Captain Hudson and Elisha manage to get the Boheme back under control.
+Demetri leaned a few inches further into the haze and gripped the edge of the bench to prevent himself from collapsing again--note that he now could grip it. His left eye twitched, the most disbelief he had ever outwardly expressed in his life.
+"C'est lui..." Yep, there was Ajax. "Horatio, you have your answer."
+The disgruntled fireman descended the ladder with a bleeding lip from nervous biting; under the weight of the both of them, it creaked worryingly. He strolled over to Scott, Horatio, and Demetri, if one carrying a man like Ajax can manage much of a stroll, and dropped him at Demetri's precarious feet in an explosion of wrenches. He lifted his goggles; his eyes stared down Demetri from two absurdly sootless patches on his face. "You asked for him. Stubborn bloke owes you some thanks..." He rubbed a sore arm. "...as do you owe me--English, please."
+To just say "merci" was still a reflex; Demetri fought against it.
+"Thank...you."
+Now what? It's a pity for him that my arms can't yet fan away the smoke. This was a job for what was still his most functional limb.
+"Monsieur Ajax?"
+No response.
+The fireman wrung his hands, hoping, praying that his exorbitant efforts had not been in vain; but Demetri had got his composure back, and did not lose a shred of it. Without a nervous blink, he repeated Ajax's name, louder this time.
-==The Boheme Returned to China==
+Horatio's heart skipped a beat as he looked at the collapsed form of Ajax. Although not directly his fault per-se, he could not shake the intense feeling of guilt for the man's condition. Furrowing his brow he searched his mind back across many hours reading for some indication of what to do.
--The Boheme begins to make it's way through the mountains while recovering from the mental attack. However, two hell galleons, carrying the Fourth, Ninth, Eleventh and Twelfth Commodores begin bearing down on them, while strategicly placed anti-airship walkers below open fire. Elisha has Ella help him attach new limbs Patrick designed, to help him in the fight.
+"Air! He need's air!" He almost squealed in excitement, "quick, erm..."
--The hell galleons attack, one latching onto the side of the Boheme, while another hovers overhead. Scraps turns into a mechanical wolf and helps Patrick fight the cultists. Elisha and Dreyfuss lead a charge in the hold, while Emma defends the ship and George messes with the enemy airship. Angel and Cain move through the Boheme to help, fighting a pack of Cold One cats.
+Looking around he almost missed his hand going instinctivly to his bag, gathering his senses he pulled out a sheath of paper covered in bizarre inscriptions and began fanning the unconcious Ajax.
--The two ships disconnect momentarily. Elisha is left on the galleon, while Dreyfuss falls to the close ground, his fall broken by a fallen brute. He dispatches the group of walkers below. Wyrms arrive, but Emma uses her powers to force them to the ground and take out more walkers. Brian arrives on the Boheme and Angel moves to intercept him.
+"Being Irish I'm told there is another cure to his ailment, does any one have a drop of whiskey by chance?"
--The hell galleon beside the Boheme reattaches itself. Elisha attempts to hold off the charge lead by the Twelfth Commodore, but is interrupted by the Eleventh Commodore, who is driven off by Sweets. On the ground, Dreyfuss, Cain and Angel fight Brian. Madame Cheng breaks into the steering room of the Boheme and uses her powers to make Hudson drive the Boheme towards the ground. The Twelfth Commodore corners Jen, Patrick, Abe and Scraps in the engine room.
+ Hiram finished dressing, putting on his black pearl collar studs. Tonight's meeting with the 'foreign gentleman" was critical to
+his plans, and he must look right. He had decided not to wear any of his more unobtrusive weaponry, as, like as not, they would
+be of little use against them an he would meet tonight. Indeed, coming armed with anything more than his wits would have been
+seen as a grave insult.
+  Checking one last time in the mirror, he decided he was as ready as he could be. Hiram looked at his watch, then called for
+Uriah to summon his coach, not the hansom, but rather the more formal and impressive four wheeled coach.
+  He donned his hat and cape, and waited for his coach to arrived.. Then, handed up and in, he was off..
--Elisha, Ella, Trip and George hold the deck, while Emma goes to rescue Hudson. Cheng controls Emma, but is foiled when Angel smashes into the steering room, carrying Cain and Dreyfuss. Cheng holds a dagger to George and takes the plans off him. However, Pzemysł takes the plans from her, intending to use them to gain favour with the Tsar. Cheng is attacked by the crew of the Boheme, Emma finishing her with her microwave gun.
+The coach rattled along the cobbled streets of Upper London, turning and twisting through the now-empty streets, The lights of
+the great buildings sparkled through the occasional break in the evening mist. No, tonight's meeting was not in Lower London, but
+rather in one of the exotic clubs that Hiram owned, albeit owned through a complicated and hard to follow trail of business
+fronts. The coach slowed and pulled up in front of a club, decorated in a garish Oriental style. "Chen Yu's Palace of Oriental
+Delights" read the marquis. Inside were the usual London entertainments, fine food and drink, and a dance floor and stage, all
+with an exotic Oriental feel. Few of its well-to-do clientele knew what went on below that finery, in the sub-levels below ground.
+  Hiram was escorted in by Chen Yu himself who took Hiram's hat and cape, and shown through a discreet passage to a private area.
+There, outside a set of great mahogany doors, Hiram waited, and after a discreet knock, was ushered into a private study, of
+muted elegance..
+   Sitting in a high backed leather chair behind a desk was the man he had waited so long to see...In the chair was a man,
+tall,lean and feline, high-shouldered, with a brow like Shakespeare and a face like Satan, a close-shaven skull, and long,
+magnetic eyes of the true cat-green. Invested in  him was all the cruel cunning of an entire Eastern race, accumulated in one
+giant intellect, with all the resources of science past and present, with all the resources, which, if you will, of a wealthy
+government--which, however, already has denied all knowledge of his existence. There sat Fu-Manchu, the yellow peril incarnate in
+one man.
+  Hiram bowed deeply. The green eyes bored into him. Fu Manchu spoke:
+ "I know what you desire from me, and you have something for which I would exchange it"
+Hiram was surprised by that voice, clear, and soft, and with only a hint of an accent.
+ "Ah, I surprise you,do I then? My tutors in your tongue were from Oxford, you see. Please be seated."
+Hiram felt a touch on his arm, and turned to find two great, bare-chested, turbaned guards. They brought forward a leather chair,
+and a small side table, and placed them down, opposite their master. Fu Manchu gestured, and Hiram sat..
+Hiram spoke:
+  "I am honored to be in your presence, great lord. It is my hope that we can do business profitable to both of us this night.
+I have for you a small token of my thanks and appreciation"
+ Hiram withdrew from his jacket a small leather case, and laid it on the desk. "It is most rare, and I think you will find it well
+suited to your particular tastes. It is the concentrated venom of the North Sea Striped Kraken, most deadly."
+ Fu manchu opened the case, and with drew a sealed vial containing an opaque green liquid that shimmered oddly in the light.
+"An excellent gift, Colonel, I have not had the pleasure of owning this particular poison. I offer you a gift in return"
+Fu Manchu gestured, and a servant laid a velvet case on the table beside the Colonel.
+ "Open it, Colonel, and behold"
+Hiram opened the case, inside, cushioned in velvet was a dagger, worked in gold, and the finest Japanese layered steel. elegant
+yet simple, with its hilt ornamented by a single gem, a star gem, its colour a match for Fu Manchu's eyes.
+  'I am most deeply thankful, great lord, you do me a singular honour" said Hiram.
+'So, now to business, Colonel? My time in your country is short, for I am hounded even as we meet by your countryman Nayland
+Smith. But I am a remiss host, a drink perhaps, before we talk?"
+  Hiram nodded, and immediately a servant laid a decanter of brandy and a glass on the sire table.  On the desk beside Fu Manchu,
+a servant placed a decanter containing a liquid whose colours seemed to shift with the light, and a small crystal glass.
+  Hiram waited as the servants poured.
+ "Ah, you wonder at my drink? It is a wondrous sight is it not? That Colonel is what in your Latin tongue would be "Elixir vitae".
+It is the drink of life, and has allowed me to live these many centuries unaged. I alone know its makings, and those servants who
+concoct it for me die after the making of each measure. But then, I prattle. A toast, then, "To Mutual Gain" "
+  Hiram raised his glass, and the two men drank.
+"As you have said, then great lord, to business" said Hiram. 'I know you rule the east, as I rule Lower London. You wish to
+expand that rule through what is now a European sphere of influence, the subcontinent of India, and through the Hindu Kush and
+Khyber to the Mediterranean and Africa. I desire London, and Europe an eventuall the Americas. By our own means we lack resources, but it is in resources  that we compliment each others endeavours"
+ "Indeed, you understand the thing admirably" smiled Fu Manchu, with a smile that was as humorless as death. "I know what you
+need to attain your grip on London. You wish to introduce opium and the extract of the Black lotus into your society. I can
+provide you with a supply route, as well as access to other items of high profit for you, in return for...."
+  "I know what you need, dread lord, that being access to London's steam technology and modern arms as well as a way to access
+our banking system to handle the funds needed by your organization in Europe. I can provide these" said Hiram.
+  " Ah, then I see that our ambitions do indeed supplement each other. I think we have reached an..... understanding. I trust our
+agents will work out the details satisfactorily"
+  Hiram rose, and offered his hand. Fu Manchu looked at him and smiled that same smile "I do not shake hands, Colonel, I abhor
+the practice, and as my word is my word, I find there is no need of the gesture, we have a bargain"
+  Hiram bowed and turned to leave. As he did Fu Manchu spoke.
+ "A caution Colonel, do not think to cheat or betray me, I have a long reach, and there are many more ways to kill a man than you
+would realize"
+ Hiram turned and bowed... "A saying in my country, dread lord.. "Honour among thieves"..
+He strode out through the gaiety in the Club, and retrieved his hat and cape.
+ Later on, in his study, toying with the dagger he had been given and enjoying a whiskey , Hiram smiled to himself.. Yes, it had
+been a good meeting indeed....
+ ---End of First Page---
--Abe drives Tobias off the Boheme. The galleon above begins to descend, but is destroyed by Ella with the shell launcher. The captain grasps the Boheme, but is slain by Cain and Angel, who finish the remaining forces. The Boheme continues, having survived the assult. Ella tends to the wounded while Aether League ships are contacted, which arrive with much needed supplies and repair crews. In Shanghai, The Tenth Commodore prepares his defenses, while meeting the enigmatic Seventh Commodore.
-=Persons of  Importance to the Current Plot=
-==The Crew of [[APF Bohème]]==
+---Begin Second Page---
+Samuel "Scuzz" Tulkington took another drink from the bottle of gin on the tabel in front of him. Spread out were  the ledgers and notes
+left behind by "Boxer" Wimbleton. Tulkington now knew 'Boxer's" secret. He had been skimming profit from the rackets, and holding back from the Colonel.
+"Gods, what a bleedin' mess. I'll have to make up the shortfall. Bloody "Boxer" getting too fancy fer his britches, and all" he sighed..
+"And then this fire, if I don't find out what THAT"S about, it'll be my neck next"
+Tulkington sighed, and took another swig...
+"Billy! get yer bleedin' arse in here. NOW!" he yelled..
+The door opened and a slight young man, raggedly dressed, and dirty as a sweep. "Aye, Bossman?"
+"Get down to the Seven Dials and find what's bloody well going on down there with that fire. Who started it, and all. You need muscle, take Scoggins and Bumble wit' you. Tell 'em I said to get their thumb's out and 'op to it!.. and quick mind ye, the Colonel's asking!"
+  Billy ran out the door, yelling down the stairs to the two bully-boys..
+"Bleedin' Hell, what a day, what a day" mumbled "Scuzz" taking another drink.. He had seen and heard what LAmont had done with "Boxer" before releasing him to death. That had given "Scuzz" a great desire to make sure he did his job well. He had no desire to have a visit from Lamont, ever.
+Not all the gin in Lower London would erase the sights and sounds of Lamont's "professional call" from his memory...
-Captain [[Ben Hudson (RP Character)|Ben Hudson]]
+At Horatio's inquiry, Demetri gasped and tried to reach into his breast pocket; the attempt only got him a mess of numb, tangled fingers. Time for plan B: he rocked back and forth like a frightened child until he felt a bottle smaller than the palm of his hand jump in it. Just a little more...
+"I thought I should finally try some--being in London this long--but not much..."
+Ping!
+The world's smallest bottle of whiskey, no more than two inches tall, shot into the air and came down right on Ajax's head. It was anyone's question where Demetri had got such a thing.
+"Je suis désolé--!" he cried.
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+"An eruption!" I said. "We're in the chimney of an active volcano?"
+"I think so," said the professor smiling, "and that's the best thing that could happen to us!"
-[[Emmaline Lighton]]
+Whiskey?
-[[Professor George Lewestine]]
+Whiskey. Ajax's eyes fluttered at the promise of alcohol – and the rapidly-descending decanter hit him square between them.
-[[Patrick O'landry]]
+"Bleedin'... soddin'... plaguy... ooh, hello!" It was whiskey! He forgot his ringing ears and burning throat for a moment and sat bolt upright, uncorking the tiny bottle and downing its contents in a split second. Pity, hardly more than a drop or two... He cast about for more, and his eyes fell on the concerned trio around him. "Who do I have to thank for that, eh – and any chance they've got another on 'em?"
-[[Thomas William Taylor the Third]]
+The tools! Where were – ah! He scrabbled in the dirt for Haywood's various belongings, suddenly very aware of his cuts and bruises. Good Lord, he was filthy, too. A pox on fires, and soot in general. At least he had what he'd come for, and the Illuminator was still lying on the grass, unharmed. Leaning on the fireman's arm, he hoisted himself to his feet and stumbled over to the contraption, but his muscles screamed blue murder at him when he tried to hoist it onto his back. "Damn!"
-[[Elisha Kettell]]
+Giving up on the brass monstrosity, he turned to Horatio and Demetri and sat down hard on the grass, groaning and rubbing his aching neck. "All right, so now that the brigade's gettin' everythin' ship-shape, I figure someone oughta let me know just why me mate's flat is burnin' down. Any takers?" He wasn't mad, per se – after all, it was ironically fitting – but that building had held some small shred of nostalgia for Ajax, and certainly for old Haywood. Besides, he still needed to gather his strength, and one couldn't just turn one's back and walk away without hearing the story.
+****
-[[Jennifer Sheenan]]
+"It was mine, monsieur," said Demetri. "The smell of it failed to appeal to me enough for me to purchase another." He turned to the now much happier fireman and thanked him for arriving in time in a voice one might normally use to thank a waiter for a glass of water. "I feared you wold not hear me calling you."
+The fireman squinted confusedly. "If you were so desperate to save this troublemaker, tell me why you didn't just come to where we were?"
+"That relates to just the question Monsieur Ajax asks us--what I can answer." He gave Ajax a sideways glance. "Before there was any fire, I observed an explosion in the corner of my eye, in the window of the top floor. Something blue, and before the fire was of any danger to the building's foundation, smoke was--it was the same blue at first, and put me down for an unexpected nap on this bench. My nerves are yet to completely wake up with the rest of me, and I can still barely move. I think I'll be all right, but the initial explosion has to have involved strong chemicals, or I can jump up and do a cartwheel for you." He paused to let them make sense of this, his mouth a thin line as straight as his face had been even through his second of jest. "I will venture to voice my suspicion that the explosion and its noxious aftereffects were the product of a science experiment gone horribly awry; but history, not chemistry, is my specialty. I have nothing more useful to give you on the matter."
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-[[Cain]]
+"Might I suggest," Horatio clambered to his feet and replaced his notes within the tattered leather bag, "we locate a somewhat more erm suitable location within which to discuss events? The evening is ah closing in and this is no place to be after dark. Call it sutble irony, but I would find myself err much more inclined to shed light on the subject in front of a ah warming fire so to speak."
-[[Eleanor Jane Townsend-Armistead]]
+He removed his glasses and began to clean them nervously with an old handkercheif.
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+Piece by piece, snip by snip, croup, dock, haunch, shoulders, hip,
+Tread by thread, primmed and pressed, yard by yard, never stressed,
+And that's the Art of the Dress!
+the Hat
-[[Angel]]
+"Marvelous," Horatio's eyes lit up as he replaced his spectacles, "shall we Gentlemen?"
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-[[Abraham Inksmith]]
+Demetri answered affirmatively with a rare smile.
+"Perhaps I will see my Professor Agrippa there...he taught me English. I always wonder where he is in such a hurry to go every afternoon. I only hope I will be able to follow you."
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+the Hat
+"I have not seen any professors or such folk as that, they are mostly the younger students. I do know that they make a mean ale and coffee, or tea, if such a thing catches your fancy."
+Scott looked at the endearing Frenchman and asked: "Sir, I'm not sure quite how stable I am myself, but do you require a "hand" as it were? You do not look well!"
-[[Jaisen Santiago Dreyfuss]]
+Only students? Boring. The smile dropped from Demetri's countenance, leaving only the usual poker face, but he was glad to have this group; they would be the source of the only mildly intriguing conversation in the establishment.
+His knees protested as he stood up. He was more content not asking for help, but he had slept on this bench once, and it had got old fast.
+"Merci--maybe one hand, but no more than that."
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-==Allies of The Bohème==
+At the prospect of a quick drink (and the story, naturally, but the drink was the main attraction), Ajax's eyes lit up. "Aye, that'd hit the spot. That poor little dram o' whiskey must be gettin' a mite lonely in me innards without a few of his mates to keep him company..."
-[[Dr. Lakshmi Marleybone-Smythe]]
+Grunting like a troglodyte, he managed to hoist the Illuminator and cradle it in his arms. His legs bent like a Hussar, he managed a grin at the Scotsman, who seemed to have appeared out of nowhere with his brilliant idea. "Dunno who you are, mate, but I daresay you think a lot like I do."
-Captain [[Adriana]] and the Crew of the [[Angelus]]
+That reminded him, though – he hadn't introduced himself! Terrible manners to leave oneself nameless for more than a minute, Haywood always said, but Ajax had a little ways to go before he could approach his late friend's level of social grace. "Almost forgot," he grunted, wincing as he shifted the invention's weight to extend a massive, calloused hand in the general direction of everyone present. "Ajax Callaghan."
-The Crew of the [[Hattori Hanzo]]
+Scott had always known he liked Irish folk! The huge man, named Ajax, seemed to be more than friendly; he wondered why on God's great Earth that his family despised the red-headed highlanders so. He had never seen anything to fear or hate about them. So, while smiling a large Scottish smile, he shook Ajax hand and said: "Aye, whiskey it is! Or they have a good Scottish ale I'm fond of: Skull-splitter!" Scott grinned widely at Ajax, hoping the invitation would make him even more friendly.
+Then, Scott helped to Frenchman to his feet. They both wobbled precariously, but managed to keep their balance. The man said something unintelligible to Scott in French, but by the look on his face, it was a comment of gratitude.
+Once everyone seemed up and able with all their odd assortment of gear in hand, Scott called to the group entire:
+"Well lads! It's off to the pub we go!"
-Captain [[Ned Canning]] and the rest of the Crew of the [[Steel Breeze]]
+'Bucer's Quill' was a public house like many others in London, the oak door painted a dark green, stained darker by the soot and smoke and it's coat peeling from years of neglect, gave way to a low ceiling from which hung just enough oil lamps to provide illumination for the regulars to see their drinks, but not enough for close inspection. At one end a rotund Publican with huge handlebar mustache cleaned a pewter tankard with his apron, behind him row upon row of unmarked casks sat on a shelf barely managing to support their weight.
-Lord Woolsley, an elderly member of the British Secret Service with knowledge of the Creatures and their connection to Emma. (''Deceased, killed by Captain Black before being able to directly aid Emma.'')
+Scott led the group to his regular table by the roaring fireplace in front of which a flat capped old gent slumbered in an old armchair, his faithful hound keeping a constant vigil on a tankard that sat beside his master. As his companions pulled low stools to the solid oak table, it's varnish stained deep burgundy by years of spilt drinks, Horatio wandered to the bar and returned with a round of a suspect beverage by the name of 'Skull-splitter.' Sliding them across the table to the assembled, he swung into a seat beside Ajax and stowed his bag beneath the table.
-[[Dalgranzo Gelt]]
+"Darcy," he grinned after taking a sip of the dark and bitter liquid, "Horatio Darcy. Apologies for any inconvienience you may have suffered as a result of that nasty business with the fire, errm, I found myself in a corner whilst attempting to do business with one of the residents. Of course it was only after I saw fit to defend myself that his penchant for Alchemy was revealed."
-[[Madame Arachne]] The owner of a local bordello, and an old Friend of Patrick's
+That said, Horatio looked at his beer, then over his shoulder, glimpsed at the others faces, then took another swig.
-Anton Tulane and Caroline Smith, members of the Aether League
+"You see I'm getting somewhat desperate in my purpose here, perhaps I might not have been so rash as to see this particular gentleman had I more clues to what I seek."
-One
+The gravity of his situation struck home and Horatio lent backwards to regard his drink.
-[[Gregory Einhardt Richter]]
+The companions were just settling into their drinks and a discussion of the fire and surrounding events when there was a cough from behind them...
+"Ello, then gents.."
+Horatio turned and saw three men approaching their table. The other regulars had suddenly started staring into their drinks, and studiously minding their own affairs.. The man who spoke was dressed in a ragged coat and trousers, with a woollen muffler warpped about him. he wore a battered top hat, and was as dirty as a chimmney sweep. He had  hard look about him, and a foxy, pocked face.
+  With him were two others. One was a broad shouldered, well built fellow, who had the air and look of a seasoned professional prize-fighter. His knuckles were scarred, and his nose had been broken, several times too many, by the look of it. He attitude was watchful, and ready, and he had that air of confidence that a seasoned and successful fighter had.  He dressed in a linen shirt, sleeves rolled back, black trousers with hobnail boots, and a leather vest. This was topped of by a bowler. Tucked into the back of his belt, was a leather blackjack.   Beside him was someone altogether different, a large towering man, larger even than Ajax. His fists were large and scarred, his legs like tree trunks. He was built like an ox, and appeared to be solid muscle. Strangely enough, atop all this was a face that looked oddly child like. He was dressed in a set of boilermakers overalls, and wore a flat cap..
+  "As I woz sayin, then gents, 'ello.. Me name's  Billy, and the fightin' cock to me left is Scoggins. The big un's Bumble. A likkle birdie tells me you all woz at that fire wot 'appened over at Seven Dials. Me boss wants fer me  to find out  as wot 'appened, as 'IS boss wants to know right quick, see? Now my Boss, 'e's an all roight sort, but, a word to the wise, mates, you don't want to go crossin' 'is Boss. So, seeing as some of you gents seem to be new to these parts, me boss said to go easy, as you moight not know the rules of the place, as it were"
+  Billy reached into his coat, and pulled out a purse...
+ "Me Boss can be a gen'rous sort, to those wot see things 'is way"   Billy dropped the purse on the table..
+"These a gold sov'rin in there fer the each of youse, just for a bit of h'information on what you knows about that fire.. That's the easy way of it, or, if youse would rather, me two cullies here would be 'appy to discuss things wit youse..  An' one more thing, I wouldn't  be trying any flash cove tricks..
+You'd not last long, this is me Boss's territry, and its fair short on hidey holes for those coves wot think they can run and 'ide from my Boss...
+So boyos, like as to be old friends, then.. will you tell Billy what ye be knowin' ? " ......
-==The Villains==
+Ajax's eyes narrowed, and his mouth split in an unpleasant grin as he uncrossed his legs and pushed his chair ever so slightly away from the table. He swallowed his mouthful of ale and exhaled slowly and deliberately. Steam practically hissed from his wide nostrils as he fixed the grotty newcomer with a withering stare. Petty thugs were a dime a dozen in the Underworld, but this one seemed to be giving himself airs like he was some bigwig somewhere. Most just laid a man flat and then told him what they wanted from him.
-The "Creatures" a mysterious race of aliens that has infiltrated our world, especially the nation of Russia, as well as certain divisions of the British Secret Service. (These are the known emergences of the creatures - the full scope of their power is a mystery. Know as [[The Cold Ones]].)
+"You're talkin' me language, mate, but you're not sayin' what I want to hear. What I'd love to be hearin' right now is a hearty 'Top o' the mornin', gents! Can I buy youse another round?', not a bleedin' threat." He cracked his knuckles, and cursed inwardly. Bleedin' fire still has me seein' stars. Need more ale, Callaghan, yes you do. Don't nobody intimidate me without a black eye for their troubles. He raised the mug to his lips and drained it. If push came quite literally to shove, there was still the good ol' Mark II, snug under the table where the knuckleheads might not have seen it.
-Various Russian Agents, including the twisted chemist [[Viktor H. Erebus]].
+"I've got a counter-proposal for you, though, an' I think you might like it, if I knows your type like I think I do. We tells you the fire was an accident; somebody's mother fell asleep in the middle o' boilin' some pottage, or whatever it takes to keep your 'boss' happy. You go stuff your moneys – keep 'em for yourself or join us for a round or whatever suits your fancy – and we all goes home as happy lads..." He leaned back in his chair, arms folded behind his head, and inspected the bottom of his mug with mock interest. "Else, we can all have this out and you can get two lovely fires to report to your chief."
-[[Capt.Hieronymus Black]] and the Crew of the [[Eastern Star]] (''Deceased, Eastern Star destroyed, crew slain'')
+He looked from face to face at the table, suddenly noticing a certain lack of support from his companions, and snorted disparagingly. "Unless you'd all rather not get your precious cufflinks dirty, o' course."
-An insane [[Nathanial Walker]] - now with the power to absorb the conciousnesses of others and gain control of their bodies. (''Reborn as the hybrid One'')
+Billy looked at Ajax..
+  "Ah, an Oirish gentleman of principle... me dear ole muvver was Oirish, before I kilt her and her cheatin' flash cove.  No boyo, Oi'm  a diff'rent sort than you'd like have known back home in Oireland, you sees, Oi means what Oi says, and Oi'm not just a flash cully what works fer yer local Big Yin...
+ So, let me say, one more time nice like, yer new here, and London town down here, well, it belongs to the Colonel, yer see. Ye'll live longer and maybe see yer grandkids if yer nice.. Now me Boss, he knows what he knows, and as I wuz saying, you can tell nice and friendly like what  ye saw, or know, or, ye'll not make it past the morrow, a tragic accident an all, and then we'll be having that fancy toy of yers ye seem so fond of,  to take to my Boss. Now, seeing as I wuz told to be noice and polite like, I'll have anuvver round sent over here, and me and me mates will sit over there by the door while ye and your mates decoides. Oi just needs ter know what ye saw, and whatever else ye can tell me about that passin' strange fire."
+  Billy whistled to the barkeep, who nodded and bent to the pulls...He turned back to the group..
+"Oi'll give ye some advice about London, me fine Oirish gent, for the sake of me dear ole muvver. It's like this, all koinds of ways of livin' and makin' some good coin, if ye plays by the rules... Trouble bein, there's lots more ways of dyin', be it, fast, slow, neat er nasty, than ye could think of,  should ye cross them folks as makes the rules.. Oi don't doubt a big fine gent loike yersef could give me and me bully-boys trouble, maybe even leave us here daid on the floor, but how many time after that could ye come out on top, ye'd be watchin' yer back fer the rest of yer life, an a short one it'd be fer sure.  So, take some advice from ole Billy,  'ave a drink on me, and talk it over wit yer mates..  O'ill be waitin' over there..take yer toime, Oi've got all night, and me sovs are easy money..."
-[[Brian O'Landry]], blood-mage and brother of Patrick O'Landry , (''Deceased reincarnated as the construct Cain'')
+Demetri had been just about to introduce himself, too, when Billy had walked up.
+"Good evening, monsieur...!" he had greeted him cordially, innocent of the danger, but was ignored. What followed was the biggest mess of unintelligible English things he did not understand that he had heard since he had hopped off the boat from France. Then his companions had all looked so threatened...Demetri sat there silently and uncomfortably, with a comically befuddled look on his face, feeling unable to help until he knew what was going on; this frightening man's speech lost him every time he tried to follow it.
+When Billy finally wandered off, leaving everyone else at the table in a seeming state of anxiety, Demetri could only think of saying one thing. He took a sip of his glass of absinthe while the others looked after Billy in a tense silence.
+"I call myself--" He cut himself off and intensely concentrated for a second, remembering how they said it in English. "--my name is Demetri. Demetri Rousselle. I regret to say I understood almost nothing that man said, though I fear he was inexcusably rude to Monsieur Ajax and promise to tell him what I think of that once I know what he was talking about," he sniffed. "I only picked up a few words--and I think I may be the newest to this place of us all."
-The blood demon [[Amon]], seeking vengeance for it's master's (Brian O'Landry's)  "death", now also seeking to take Jennifer Sheenan as his bride.(''Banished back to hell.'')
+That man had no right! How dare he make threats to a man such as Ajax! He had always known that he disliked "Billy," whoever that impostor said he was. He had a VERY poor Irish accent as well. Scott had courted a colleen for four years, and knew how REAL Irish folk talked. Ajax was the real deal......... "Billy" was not; this made him extremely suspect in addition to his already suspicious characteristics. And then there was that "Colonel" fellow again. I'd like to give that bastard a piece of my mind, Scott thought as he muttered a quiet stream of profanity into his mug of ale. "The rotten, pig-eared, bile eating son of a..." he looked over at Demetri, who was utterly confused by the goings on.
+"Don't worry me fine friend, I believe our good Irish man can take care of himself! Now what, pray tell, where you doing paralyzed on a park bench? I am quite curious!"
-==Other Persons Involved in the Affair==
+Ajax fumed. 'Me deer ole muvver wos Oirish! Oi'm 'alf Oirish, boyo! Oo er, lookit me bein' all Oirish!' If there was one thing he disliked more than stuck-up ponces with their noses in books, it was stuck-up ruffians who tried out their Irish accents on him. Most waited until they were good and drunk, but this one had daring of a type he hadn't often crossed as a steelworker. Either there was truth in his talk about his boss, or he was the spunkiest liar in London. Don't matter any more, though – he's crossed the damn line. He set down the mug with furious restraint, cracked his huge knuckles, and growled across the room through his clenched teeth. "Call it a toy again, ye boot-lickin' scumbag, an' I'll kill you an' yer mates just for the chance to hunt down yer boss, an' his boss, an' Satan his boss, an' knock out all his pointy teeth one by one 'til he's taught his witless muck-rakers what not to say to an actual Irishman."
-[[Charles Tayle]]
+Demetri, even sitting just across from the fuming Ajax, didn't flinch.
+"When I regain my legs, I'll gladly clear your path straight to the boss," he said as eloquently as ever. His second glass of absinthe (and these were not small glasses) had been delivered, and he showed nor felt any affect of the first whatsoever--it seemed his level personality outweighed the usual effect of alcohol on a person, almost supernaturally. "This Billy fellow gets worse with everything you say."
+Hearing Ajax and Scott, he had started to piece something together. He turned to Scott. "I dimly recall having told the story a bit ago, but if my memory fails me, what started the fire was some noxious substance that exploded on the top floor, and the fumes were blown straight into my face. That is the last I remember before by this gentleman--" he near imperceptibly nodded in Horatio's direction. "--appeared out of thin--ah, non; it was very thick air, and awakened me. I could not do much more than blink then, but now, I think I can at least walk and know I can lift this glass. And maybe even kick." He narrowed an eye at Billy.
-[[Beatrice Rayburn]]
+As Ajax called across the bar Horatio couldn't help but sink lower into his chair and lean his head forwards onto the table, his clenched fist slowly hammering the oak beside him.
+He heard the sound of scraping wood and cluttering tankards across the room and closed his eyes in resignation.
-[[Admiral Horace Bicker]]
+Then a thought occured and he sat bolt upright, looking at the approaching thugs like a hungry crocodile.
-[[Ivo Alexander Van Cuyk]]
+"I say," he whispered to his companions, "if we could see to leaving one concious I have a few questions I might ahm, ask."
+Billy turned back at this outburst and said...
+"And you tink Oi'm not Oirish? Sure, now thats a mistake ye'll be making. Oi was born in County Down, me father was a  Taggarty, and my muvver was a Kilfillen, afore I cut her froat for layin with that cheatin' English flash cove.. Oi was forced to leave over that, and 'ere I am these past 20 years.. Now boyo, I'll tell ye this, your a dead man if'n ye dont sit back doown and think on this."
+ Billy nodded, and a small boy, obviously a runner, scrambled out the door.
+"Me Boss will know in a few minutes what's happenin' here, and say, that maybe I don't leave here tonight.. You'll be dead afore the day is new, and ye'll never even see it coming.. As Oi was sayin, the be the Colonel's world, Lower London, and 'e don;t take kindly to what upsets 'is plans..
+Ye could even kill me Boss, and it wouldn't bother the Colonel none, and ye'd still be dead. Ye've no way of knowing who's who down here, a newcomer like yerself, and ye can;t watch yer back allways. So for the sake of auld times, afore ye do something rash, think on it.. Oi'll leave if ye want, and take me bullies wif me, but is yer life to be that short?
-[[Officer Upjohn]]
+Demetri heard the word "dead" a few times and reasoned that Billy was probably not directing the word at himself. Good Lord, he could have been speaking Chinese! Whatever it was, he noticed something suspicious about it, and had no way of knowing that the topic of conversation had left language behind or of Billy's deadly position in the underworld.
+"I believe, monsieur, that something is different about your accent if I can understand Monsieur Ajax better than you!"
+That had felt good. Fear was a foreign concept to the young man...
+He turned back to Horatio and lowered his voice considerably. "What do you propose? And what does 'colonel' mean?"
-Crew of HMAS ''York'', including it's Captain [[Sir Thomas Knight]]
+"Colonel is a military rank dating from sixteenth centuary Italy, designating one assigned in command of field troops whilst still maintaining a field position. In charge of the column so to speak as originated from the Latin 'columnella'," Horatio opened his mouth to continue then remembered himself, "Propose? Err, naturally I have a pistol in my bag, regretably I have nothing in the way of ammunition, but that's rarely something I, ah advertise."
-[[Dr. Oliver Cross]]
+He drummed his fingers on the table for a moment then furrowed his brow.
-[[ Col. Hiram Merriwether]]
+"Of course I'm a pacifist by physique, so I'd usually suggest running."
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