"Hello, feels so nice to be in the grayness of the morning." She looked up at the sky for a minute and took the staff off her back. She held it above her head, spun it for a few seconds then slammed the end of it to the ground. A minute passed and ten the sky seem to part, leaving a hole in it and letting sun though and shining on the Trio.
"Much better, who's your friend you have here?" Breaker said gesturing to Rueben while placing the staff on her back once more.
Rueben stayed relatively silent. Paranoia was still present. He didnt trust any of them so far, but they were his ticket out. He sheepishly hid his face behind Bastian.
Breaaker felt bad about the man hiding behind bastion for some reason. "I apologize if i scared you. My name is Breaker and I'm an aquamancer. Look at the sky." she said then gestured up to the hole she had made.
Rueben stayed hidden. So far, in his own mind, non of them had done much to warrant his trust aside from Bastian. This wasnt uncommon. He was at times a closet case, shut in. Most staff knew very little about him at the hospital. He really only opened up to one doctor and a nurse or two.
Soon a black Cadillac pulled up and the man from earlier, Lazlo Mercer stepped out.
He only gave a look towards Bastian.
"I am under strict orders to ensure the survival of both Kin and Mr. Chantal. Towards that end, I am also to help aid and guide the reconstructive process in any way deemed necessary."
He opened the door to the Cadillac and motioned them in.
"Ms. Breaker, Mr. Chantal, Mr. Wyre."
As he sat there in the library, Harper was immersed in the books. He learnt a great many things, but nothing of use to him, and nothing relating to a golden skull coin...
He shut the latest tome to be finished and laid it down on the desk; as he did so he heard the slightest creak of a floor-board. He looked up and noticed a shadowy figure slipping out of sight behind a shelf. Immidietly Harper sighed and opened another book with his left hand, though with his right hereached for his automatic. Sliding it out of the holster, he placed it on his lap before sliding his arms out of his coats sleeves. All the better to work with it unnoticed.
Whilst his face was oriented to the page, Joseph's eyes were facing his lap. He grasped the pistol by the slide before releasing the magazine. Keeping the hammer back the then cocked the weapon, a small '*****' and tinkle betraying the actions. Finally he wrapped his hand round the grip and flicked off the safety.
Harper sat there, turning the page with his left hand for another 30 seconds before he heard a tell-tale, faint, thump directly behind him. Leaping up he brought his right hand round until it faced an area on the shelf where books had been removed and a face looked through. The figure tried to jerk sideways, but too slow - Harper squeezed the trigger and the hammer swung forewards with an audible click. He stood stock still, hearing the gasps from the other side, before walking round the corner and seeing another Guardian lying on the floor, an uncocked revolver in hand and struggling to breath through fits of laughter. He cracked a smile and offered a hand to the giggling man, pulling him to his feet before turning to replace the books.
"Well, Jack, that was a bit poor - even for you. I wouldn't expect you to place the hole at shoulder height, directly behind me!" Harper turned and began to walk back to his desk, the conversation following him.
The young man stared incredulously before following Harper. "Come on, I nearly had you! You had no idea I was there until I moved the book to quickly!"
"Well, actually I had known you were there since you checked I was still seated, the floor board gave you away. You should've taken me then since I would've had no time to prepare." Harper slid his hand under the cover of the book and retrieved the magazine before laying the weapon on the table. He bent down and picked up the ejected round, whole, from his chair. Finally he snapped it back into the magazine before loading and cocking his pistol. "What's so funny anyway?" He asked bemused.
"Basically, you spent so much time thinking of me, you didn't notice Dan on the other side, you're dead." The man began to giggle again: "We've finally got you!"
"Really?" Harper turned and faced the shelf in front of the desk. There was an annoyed face there. "His hammer's soldered closed. I mucked with it when he left his coat alone earlier. I can fix it easily though." Harper said as he reached through and took the weapon from Daniel. He placed his hand over the hammer and heated it a small amount until the solder dripped off. Fixed, he cocked and fired the weapon before returning it. "Better luck next
time guys!"
Harper slid the tomes back into place before putting his coat on and walking off, leaving the sheepish Dan to face the ire of Jack for ruining the plan.
Making an excessively long post which adds nothing to the plot at all and only serves to tell you about my character's paranoia, working relationships and his skills of observation...
Bastian nodded and got in the car, it was sleek and well polished.
Bastian tapped a small button inside his collar. "Good Morning, Crew...this is Sebastian Wyre speaking. I'd like all investigative team members to form up in the courtyard. We'll be going over today's agenda. See you there in a few minutes,"
The communicator felt warm while it was active, projecting the message to emanate from the communicators possessed by the other Guardians. He could hear Breaker's communicator sputter to life and speak in a hushed tone, possibly hidden somewhere on her person.
The car stopped at a checkpoint near the Parliament Building and Bastian passed his badge to Lazlo to present to the officer at the gate. The officer nodded and waved them through into the protected zone. A place where, clsoe to both the seat of government and the Guardians, anyone who was not directly involved with either did not dare venture. The law was stiff there, and lynch mobs were dealt with harshly by the Metropolitan Police, under duress from the Parliamentary Council on Civil Obedience which had been created to govern rising tensions. However, things were not always clear skies. Out of an alleyway, a Warlock's Beast was scrounging in trash cans. It looked ugly, its eyes glowing green and its fangs were bared at the car as it rolled by. It looked like a dog had been cross-bred with an arachnid.
This
is what you see
As the car kept rolling, some aeromancer's played kickball in the air between two building, flipping and soaring whilst laughing. There was a werewolf sunning himself and catching a smoke with two vampires under parasols, most likely Argus. They could not stand the kiss of the sun at all, or they would burn. There was an ease about the people, and here things seemed almost normal.
At the gates of Parliament, the car drove through a huge iron gate overlooked by sentinels of the Queen's Guard and two overbearing statues of Great Guardian Libra and Archon Achemorus Somataaw looking out at the world. Between the two statues was a scroll which read "Semper Patiens" which was the motto of the Order of the Guardians of Light. The car parked, allowing egress to the main gates, which were gilt in gold. It only took some quick Fortunamancy for the elemental locks to click and allow the gates to creak open enough to allow entrance.
There are 5 locks on the main gates. A fire one, which is accomplished with blasts of fire. Water, accomplished by threading water in. Air, which spins the gears. Earth, which magnetizes a lock. Finally spirit, which is unlocked by belief in the Light and in that which is good. Then the main gates swing open. They can also be opened from the inside, by waiting Apprentices tasked with opening and closing the only egress.
"Harper had just reached his room when his communicator crackled into life from his belt. He sighed and turned on his heel to try and get to the courtyard without being unfashionaby late.
If felt like he'd walked down this corridor for forever, as kase looked out the window he saw a car pass through the gates, this felt slightly unusual to him. "I wonder who that could be?" he asked himself before making his way down to the staircase downstairs towards the car which he had a mixed feeling of curiosity and fear, this was after all the first day of terror.
Rueben was self occupied most of the ride, he starred, nervously down at the mask, which had almost instantly become an object of fixation to him. For a second he remembered he was not alone. He looked over at breaker, then slowly lifted a finger pointing, "ummm you have something..... on your shoulder..." He pointed to a small spec of something or another, then seemingly backed away, retreating back to his head down, hands folded position. "S..Sorry" He murmured under his breath.
In the courtyard the team was wandering in, looking ready for the day. Bastian nodded aproovingly and said "Good to see everyone up and ready."
Bastian scratched behind his ear.
"Today we're splitting up to do some preliminary investigating. Half of you come with me, we're going to the scene of the latest crime on Regent Street. The other half is here and researching three important books. I want someone to search Occult History And Lore, every volume, for reference to the skull coins. I want someone to read up on ancient practices and rituals of any religious sect...so the Compendium of Faith and Doctrine should help. Finally, someone needs to read relevant portions of the Illuminomicon to do with ritual, for every sect. We need to know what kind of mind went into this..."
Everyone nodded.
"So, divide up as evenly as you can...but make sure your talents are mixed so no one team is lacking. We'll keep in touch by communicator."
For the ones staying, you are going to discover passages pertaining to Annatang Faith i the Light, not in Compendium, and death rituals for Stoic and Annatang Light Worshipers including the "death token" a coin under the tongue for the gatekeeper of Ou'rus...which is the land of the dead.
Harper stood up from leaning on the rim of the fountain previously used by Breaker to make a semi-dramatic enterance, "I'd say my forte lies with investigative technique so I think I'd benefit the mission most as a field operative at this time" He turned to face the others, "Who else is coming with?"
If there are any spots available, I would like to reserve one. I'm interested in this RP and I'm trying to hone my writing skills as well, so I see that this would be a good opportunity to do so. Please let me know at the nearest convenience on any available spots, thank you.
If there are any spots available, I would like to reserve one. I'm interested in this RP and I'm trying to hone my writing skills as well, so I see that this would be a good opportunity to do so. Please let me know at the nearest convenience on any available spots, thank you.
The Illuminomicon is the Bible for people who worship the Light. It's 3 books detailing the civilization of humanity's journey to the present and how the religion was shaped.
Faustus was last of the Guardians to arrive at the small gathering in the courtyard, fortunately enough he had made it to briefing before any vital information was lost. His body was pulsating with a sharp pain from his morning's exercises but he refused to reveal any signs of weakness to his superiors. He was surprised by the amount of mancers that had been called on this mission, normally Apprentices would be assigned to small tasks in groups of two or three but this was a genuine squad, he couldn't help but feel out of place.
"I'll go to the scene of the crime if you haven't had a spirit mage scan the area yet. However, if you've already seen to this I'll go research the Occult History, Sir." Faustus gave a slight bow expecting the Guardian known as Bastian to give him some direction.
Don't you think you should make a group on the escapist or something where we can talk OOC?
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