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Mazu Ikate: M:(11/11)E:0; S:(13/11)E:1; I(12/11)E:0; XP:0 Engines? Well poo poo, guess something had to give eventually. Still, Mazu could almost fix engines with her eyes closed. The repair shouldn't take long if the captain lets her. Haystack posted:"Friend, is this normal? Regardless, I think I'm going to go below decks, and see what there is to see. The men of this ship know the spirits here better than I do, even if they cannot speak to them... but sometimes a word from a stranger is better than a thousand gestures from a friend. Best to be well placed, I think." Mazu flashes Susan a toothy smile to help alleviate her fears. "A Ghanic vessel that isn't falling apart at the welds is bad luck, Susan. But we've broken down in good seas, and the Zoadont are surfacing starboard today. The ancestors send their blessings from the Tùngfā. Still, you're right about going below. Come on." Mazu grabs the tool bag she left sitting on the deck earlier and makes her way over to the yelling captain. "Sawat, Captain Sask," she yells back. "Something's gone off below, sounds like!" Once she's close, Mazu swings the bag over one shoulder and informally salutes Sask. "If you'd allow it, sir, I'd like to head down there with my companion and figure out why we've gone drifmai."
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Just realized my stat formatting was hosed up and showing my pool maxes wrong. Sorry about that! Mazu Ikate M:(11/11)E:0; S:(13/13)E:1; I(12/12)E:0; XP:0 Mazu had gone flat against the hull at the notule swarm's sudden escape, and now slowly removes herself from the wall and approaches the engine room with her arm blade at the ready. "Know what caused the stop at least," she says grimly, glancing down at Jimma's body. She bows deeply over him and makes a silent prayer with her hands brought together. Once done, she looks to the damaged engines and groans. "Yetāmai, those little bastards wrecked this thing! I think they're all gone, at least. Susan, watch my back if you would? I'm gonna head in." Mazu hefts her bags and approaches the engines carefully. She wasn't going to let a pack of vermin stop her goal now. Something feels a bit off, though— The panels are burst from the inside. Where the hell did Sask haul this thing up from again? Fixing the engine: 1d20 18 Trained with Numenera, and if it counts, any tasks involving boats.
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Mazu Ikate M:(11/11)E:0; S:(13/13)E:1; I(12/12)E:0; XP:0 Dodging: 1d20 14 It's close, but Mazu manages to leap out of the way just in time. The bolt is cut short by the far wall, and once she;'s sure she isn't going to get fried, Mazu climbs to her feet and returns to properly fix the engine. "If there's one thing universal about numenera," she says as she begins loosening some bolts, "is that it's got a temper." Later... Mazu had seemed fine when she bid the captain farewell and set off with Susan, but by the time they're on the beach she's already looking a bit off from being on land. She'd been at sea even before she boarded the Monstra Viam, and by her count it'd been a good month and a week on the water. In short, Mazu currently has the physical faculties of a fish in the desert. "Ugh, my legs feel like noodle nam giao." Mazu's hunched over slightly, head dropped like she's been stricken with some disease. "I don't see how you do this so often, Susan." A ways up the path she notices the other group, and her strength seems to return with a huge grin. She raises one of her arms high in the air and calls out, "Sawaati ka, stone throwers!" After the friendly Ghanic insult, Mazu hurries Susan towards the group and gives one of the customary greetings of Ghan— A touch of the forehead with two fingers before ringing her palms together at her chest and bowing her head. "The land's curse upon me must be worse than I thought. Charus Loryn, the cheshire ghost! Been many season since you've graced the Fleet with your troupe." She scans over the others, and gives a small nod specifically to Paschal. "The Nạmāyāku. I imagine dark energies have infested this poor city, and you've come at a moderate price to cleanse it?" Mazu snickers. "I'm joking. Good to see you haven't been burned and stuffed in a jar yet." She looks to the others and smiles. "I'm not familiar with you folks, but a pleasure to meet you. Mazu Ikate, engineer and technical advisor to the Sea Kingdom of Ghan and her FLeet. I wish you good winds and hot meals." Something about Eater's robes makes Mazu step back a bit and give a deeper bow. She says something short in Ghanic, though the words don't lend much for translation. "So, what brings you all to the coast? I'd bet a good piece of shin on it being the Old City."
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Sorry about my absence, will be back very soon. See here for details.
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Mazu Ikate M:(11/11)E:0; S:(13/13)E:1; I(12/12)E:0; XP:0 Mazu grins widely at Kula's introduction and thumps her chest with a fist. "Aye, the calling strums deep in my marrow. I've been like a Malik dragged upon deck since we made port." She laughs and gives the same short bow she gave before. "Sawaati kaa, Kula. Mazu Ikate, engineer and technical adviser to the Fleet of Ghan. I'm sure your rituals are just as worthy as Ghan's." — Mazu steps closer to the fire to watch Charus lead the song, and her eyes slowly close as a smile grows across her face. At the end she sighs lightly and looks out towards the setting sun. "Ancestors, send us your blessings, so we may brave the storms that face us ahead." She waits for the reply to Susan's question by warming her hands on the fire. She tries to ignore the smell of grilling meat the best she can.
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