Café de Nuit

Tomas, who has been walking slowly and rigidly as if afraid his body was going to fall apart, looks at Lia and shrugs. "If it explodes, say I died fighting the walking Franklin stove." With that, Eisenwald reaches to take the vial of dust, and make his way inside so he can stitch himself b...

Pitch and fire explode around Tomas, steam screaming to loosen his flesh's grip on his bones! Desperately parrying with his shield, Tomas notices the main steam vent aiming at Mercator... "Not so fast!" Tomas bellows, swinging Ivorsen at the air! There's a flash of fire and light, and all ...

"Nrrgh..." Tomas struggles but is unable to make the Divine connection needed to continue to punish the automations. Coal rips at his body, but his shield and armor endure. He tries to get over the two cars... ...and gravity promptly reminds him it exists. "Wh-woah!" Tomas barely...

And lo, the dead rise. They made much better time than Tomas had thought, though! Yep, go Team Malchance! Drawing his sword and forcing his body to stomp through the filthy coal and freezing night, Tomas attempts to get to the edge of the cart, shield and sword in the air! "I have no quarrel wi...

Tomas eases his shield off of his shoulder and keeps his hand on his sword, aware of the possibility of this odd little scene erupting into something less creepy and more 'oh my god the floor has mouths' very quickly. Otherwise, he follows Mercator's lead, working to keep close enough that he can sh...

"Tough luck, pal." Tomas says, one abomination against nature to another. He hands a pair of silver coins over, kind of bracingly pats what he's assuming is a more traditional warforged on the shoulder, and moves to hop aboard.

"Well, its a ghost train, right? So its not as if we're breaking any laws." Tomas pauses, chewing on his stalk of grass and sitting up as the boat finally passed the lovely tree he was resting against. "Well, excepting the laws of nature, but those are more like guidelines anyway.&quo...

Too late.

"I'm fine." Tomas has been off since their return from their part of the mission. The swordsman is currently leaning against a tree, chewing on a blade of grass and glaring at a bird's nest. "And haven't you had enough of that, Lia?"

Tomas occasionally tries to imply that Celeste should be careful, and check her own shadow. Weather this gets through to the girl or not is something of a crap shot, and Eisenwald resolves to ensure his friend is safe for the immediate future. "...wait, hijacking a what now?!" Tomas exclai...

Again, prudence versus instinct. Everything in Tomas says that something must be done, that the day can yet be saved, that he can help. But, can he? The Marquis has no reason to trust or even tolerate him. This is obviously a family concern-what right does he have to make this worse for the man, odi...

In his youth, Tomas considered suicide a mad idea that parents created in order to have something to threaten adventurous young people with. 'You'll kill yourself if you go out sailing in that storm, Tomas Eisenwald, mark my words!' and other such nonsense. Well okay that one actually happened, but ...

"I...yes. You told me that." Tomas is starting to realize, oh gods, this woman has been broken for a long, long time. There might not be enough pieces left to put together. "Is there anything else you can tell me? Anything at all? ...thunder, can I get you a glass of water? Something?...

Who would slam a door here? Tomas thinks. Her baby died and they've locked her up. Tomas thinks, and makes what is likely his first great mistake of the evening by tuning out the door slam. He sits on the bed and gently takes the woman's hand. "Okay." Tomas says, as calmly as he can manag...

Wow, Tomas thinks, because he's seen cases this bad before but...in war zones. When people lose their whole families. Or are cursed or something. This...there's no context. He has to get more information. Turning away, Eisenwald begins quickly rifiling through the drawers, looking for some sort of h...