(9:49:19 AM) Annandra: Annandra stands before the ship, having called them all cowards several time, extorting them to come out and fighther like men, instead of like little scaredy pussies. They have, thus far, proven themselves the latter; she, in Glory and with Plastique with her, she strides towards the ship, figuring if they won't come to her...
(9:51:07 AM) Ikiryo: By the time she arrives, there is no people on the deck of the ship and it's not fighting anything.
(9:52:13 AM) Annandra: "Oh come the fuck on!" She growls. "Glory, where *are* they?!"
(9:53:58 AM) Ikiryo: "I am...not sure. They are not appearing anywhere I can detect."
(9:54:41 AM) Annandra: The Daemonhost growls harder. "Plastique, you have eyes on anything? A trail?" She looks around for some trace, some trail...
(9:55:10 AM) Ikiryo: "Not a thing!"
(10:11:25 AM) Ikiryo: There is zombie hordes...but the military, Reise and Uytana seem to be handling that fine...
(10:12:39 AM) Annandra: "Damnit," she turns around, looking and extending her mystic senses; there has to be SOME trail...
(10:14:57 AM) Ikiryo: There is some mystical feelings on the ship...teleporation maybe?
(10:15:28 AM) Annandra: She latches onto those with her senses; if it's teleportation, if she remembers the theory, she should be able to trace it... if she cant, she should be able to blind follow, maybe?
(10:16:18 AM) Ikiryo: And it goes...dammit, wherever it went is shielded.
(10:17:14 AM) Annandra: She snarls again. "Well, there goes THAT lead..."
(10:26:46 AM) Annandra: She keeps looking around, trying to find... any source of the abyssals to actually fight.
(10:31:23 AM) Ikiryo: ...there are blood splatters on the deck...teleports away...but no one coming to fight her...
(10:31:39 AM) Annandra: "Come ooooon!"