Ang doggedly follows the others, looking this way and that in the strange, yet somehow familiar, landscape. He keeps himself ready to act, like a coiled spring, the heat only adding to his nervous behaviour.
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Ang nods once as Richard downs the content of the vial.
Ang shakes his head.
Taking his time, Xin mixes the ingredients and distilling the potion. It takes most of the night, but by morning he has a small vial of liquid that he hopes will help Richard and his "problem".
"Yes, let us return to some rooms where I can work in private. Then we can continue looking for that Jack person!"
"We will need someplace for me to setup the items I need and start brewing the medicine. Where shall we go? Do we have accommodations with any of the factors we are working with? Maybe we should set something up, as I know I do not have much in the way of money, and who knows how long we will be stuck here.....wherever the devil here is!"
Ang nods at the man's price and motions Richard to pay him.
Ang completes his shopping and takes the various ingredients to the front counter to pay for them. With great disdain he shoves the "potions" out of his way.
sure is....do we want anyone else???
Ang continues to collect the needed items he knows will help, trying not to be distracted by the clerk.
Ang looks over at the man and give one firm nod.
Ang is surprised at the number of reagents and raw materials to be found in this small store. He starts putting together the materials he will need to create his cure for Mr. Foxworthy.
Ang makes his way into the herbalist's shop. He is looking for the ingredients needed to help Mr. Foxworthy.
lol..still here
Ang looks blandly at the mans hand, almost not taking it, but remembering that these crazy Englishmen were his only contact to home, and even if they thought his a lesser person, he would keep his principles and those taught to him by his grandfather.
"I will stay with Mr. Richard and the good Father. There are items I would like to find...equipment and such that may help us. Perhaps we can do that while asking around?"
hehe..could be...or his player was not being very attentive!!! Sorry about that!
I must have missed that post! Seeing others like himself would most certainly calm him some...and allow him to continue on his personal quest..help Richard get rid of his drug habit!!
heheh...he would still feel better knowing he was not the only chinaman around...
Well if we come across an asian dialect, Ang should be somewhat helpful, otherwise he is not of much use...
Ang continues to look over the ladies, attempting to discern any with a non-western heritage. If there are none, he become much more despondent and trails after the rest of the party. If the opportunity does come up, he will as where he might find the makings of a travelling alchemy lab.
DM: I had meant to ask this before, but would Ang be able to create something to help Richard kick his opium addiction? I have heal, prof. herbalist, craft-alchemy, and know. nature. Would any/all of these help me create something??
Ang quietly says, "Maybe we should ask someone if there has been a spree of murders. Of find a newspaper and check. Do they have newspapers here?"
Ang stands by while the others make their orders and find seats. He has been in many a squalid tavern before, but has never felt so out of place. He is surprised the locals have not noticed or said anything about his looks. Perhaps there are others like him somewhere in this city. He will have to keep his eyes open. For the time being, he keeps his coolie hot pulled down and tries not to attract too much attention to himself...he doubts the Englishmen would afford him much protection if push came to shove.
Ang looks over the city. It looks western to his eyes, and he sees no other orientals. A tightness grips his bowels as the realization that there may not be any other easterners here washes over him.
Healing:
Ang continues to lag behind the group of Englishmen. He takes in the scenery and notes the city in the distance. Perhaps there he can divest himself of these bumbling Shǎguā!there.
Ang watch the priest warily as he approaches.
Ang takes no part in the "religious" ceremony and instead gathers up all his items that Richard had scattered all over the ground. He knows better to talk back, outnumbered as he is.
Ang strikes out at the man trying to steal his property. Attack-Melee:
He drops to a fighting stance, ready to clout the Englishman again if needed.
Perception: Feeling a tug on the canvas bag he carries his effects in, Ang awakens to one of the englishmen leaning over him, trying to remove the bag from his person.
"Me know too!" Ang asks along with Roland as the woman holds out the vials to the priest.
Ang lept out of a deep sleep, looking all around until he settled upon the priest. He gathers his blanket around his shoulders and joins the others to see what has disturbed the poor priest so.
Ang happily hands over the packets of tea and gathers up a blanket. After all the crazy things that have gone on this night, it takes very little time for him to be sound asleep.
Ang looks through his bag and pulls out two paper envelopes.
"I have some knowledge with healing and herbs.", Ang offers, showing the contents of the bag slung over his shoulder.
Ang still looks quizzically at the cards. How could they know? It was only once or twice, and I vowed to stop it...
Ang hesitantly handles the cards then swiftly hands them to the next person, or if everyone has already had a go, places them on the table.
Ang gives the priest a flat look, then takes Richard by the arm.
Ang continues to trail the Englishmen. The jabber the other men make sound angry and he readies himself to fight. But then an old lady comes forward and invites them in for tea. Where in the 1000 hells have these damned Englishmen dragged him??
Ang follows warily behind the others. Looking so very different from them may either be a blessing or a boon, but at the moment he is not sure wich, so stays close.
Ang walks around the clearing, touching the trees, feeling the grass and examining the dirt for any clues as to where they might have be 'whisked' to. Survival:
"Yóu shén zài tiāntáng hé dìyù de èmó, wǒmen zài nǎlǐ?"
Translation: By the gods in heaven and the demons in hell, where are we?
Scooby and I will wait in the mystery machine and eat scooby snacks!!
Ang is just a few steps behind the detective trying to see past him and to their quarry.
Ang drops into a serious run after the man, the roar of a pistol still ringing in his ears.
Ang reacts when Tommy calls to "Catch Him". He swiftly moves down to the end of the alleyway and confronts the person standing there.
ok..creep and shock factor just skyrocketed!!! Ang is not even in the room and I'm creeped out!!
Ang is very nervous as the figure at the end of the alley has not answered or moved. What is this being? Is it Jack? No...it couldn't be..could it?
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