The Guardians of London: Third Echelon CHAPTER THREE [6 Slots Open]

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Jeffery woke up in a panic, feeling the of his temporal sight flaring up at full power. He reached into his coat, snatched up the flask, ripping off the cap and downing it. He yelled in pain and fell back into the bed, his power rapidly diminishing and pain ebbing away. He helped himself up and grinned. "A Bad Refinement Tourism Yow Yo. On. A Bad Foreseer Immunity Won Toy." He realized with increasing his sentences were increasingly screwed up.

 

[Daft Sikes]

Hadrian looked at Jeffery confusedly. "I, uh... I don't... What? Is the time stream garbling your words or something?"

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Jeffery glared. "Ferocious sit. A ad he kinkily trills molt not!"
He glared iritatedly at the wall and got up without skipping a beat. "KCFU!" He punched a wall in frustration.

 

[Daft Sikes]

Hadrian nearly laughed at Jeffery's display, but quickly caught himself.
He walked up to him and patted him on the back. "Maybe more of that alcohol fix your predicament? Maybe?"

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Jeffery balled his fists up and shook them at the air making a loud hissing sound. "A Breeches Hilltop Loth Om! KCFU! KCFU! KCFU!" He pounded the wall in futile rage. Each time the sound of grenades rattling echoed through the room.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

Pyotr shot upright in the infirmary bed, his head ringing with each of Jeffery's pounding. He didn't know what it was about, and frankly didn't care at that point, he just wanted it to stop. "Kakógo chērta! Rasskazhí éto komú-nibúd' drugómu, svóloch' chërtov!!" Pyotr shouted in Russian. His own volume wasn't helping at all, and he soon cradled his head in his hands as he tried to calm himself down. "Ne berí v gólovu, priyátel'..."

 

[willofbob]

Lurker burst in with a spell at the ready "Alright! Whodunnit! Whashappnin?" He cried as he rushed to his fallen compatriots "Why the hell are your ears purple!?"
When he realized how he was acting, he let out an embarressed cough and straightened his tie. "Well, It seems you are all in decent condition. Could someone please explain to me what happened?"

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

Spoiler: OOC

Why is this whole exchange just so funny to me right now? Speaking nonsense and getting angry....feel like I should have some funny song linked here but I can't think of one.

 

[Daft Sikes]

Hadrian grabbed Jeffery with one hand and hefted him into the air. "Jeffery, I'm sure that destroying the infirmary will solve your problem," He gently lowered him to eye level. "Now, I suggest for you to calm down, otherwise I will MAKE you calm down." His eyes flashed a bright crimson as he said this.

Spoiler: OOC

Why is this whole exchange just so funny to me right now? Speaking nonsense and getting angry....feel like I should have some funny song linked here but I can't think of one.

Spoiler: OOC

I thought it was funny at first, until I read the part about grenades.

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Spoiler: ooc

The grenades you heard were inside his coat. They were just bouncing against each other.

Jeffery calmly looked Hadrian in the eyes and a loud Ga-chunk could be heard. Hadrian noticed that a shotgun had been shoved against his throat. Jeffery's face strained to unbelievable levels as he spoke the most coherent thing he'd said in a while, "E...VEN... I... C...A...N'T... M...ISS... AT... TH...IS... RA...N...G...E...NOW... L...ET...M...E... G...O."

 

[Daft Sikes]

Hadrian smirked, his teeth looking much sharper than usual, at Jeffery. "Hmm... You seem to be more... 'calm' now." He set him down on the ground, letting go of his trench coat. "Now," he said as he brushed at some imaginary dust on his suit. "What exactly is wrong with you?"

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Jeffery reached into a pocket and snatched out a blank sheet of paper and wrote on his paper.

'This is how I talk normally. My chronomancy makes it easier to interpret what I say.'

 

[Daft Sikes]

Hadrian sighed and crossed his arms. "Then would you mind explaining to me why you were throwing a fit and punching the wall?"

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Jeffery looked positively irate, scribbling down on to the paper, "BECAUSE IT IS INFURIATING!!!" There were several misspellings. His eyes rolled back into his head and he slouched against the wall, the metals in his coats clinking ominously. His eyes opened seconds after he hit the floor. The clarity was back. He got up and brushed himself off and turned his head minorly blushing, embarrassed about the outburst.

 

[Daft Sikes]

Hadrian didn't look very amused, tapping his foot on the floor, letting out a sigh.
"You'd think that a chronomancer would be used to such things after being one for so long."

 

[Vesuvius Hetlan]

Jeffery laughed awkwardly and mildly annoyed, "It isn't something you get used to. Do you think you can get used to being dunked directly into the timestream? No shielding, it screws with your mind. It REALLY screws with your mind." He gave a lopsided grin.

 

[Lord_Ascendant]

The mood in the infirmary was, if anything, relaxed now that Jefferey was done punching the wall out of frustration at his lack of ability to put his words together so the others could understand him.

A few glances would have registered the two quiet, hooded forms but no one could retain the knowledge of their existence. They walked down the line of beds, arms cross at their front in their sleeves. They chittered to one another, making little hisses and clicks as they spoke to one another. Hadrian, his wolf senses tingling a little, caught their scent. A mix of frankincense and mold. The creatures froze, slowly Hadrian turned to look in direction of the unfamiliar smell. The creatures took a step back and turned towards the morgue where the body of their companion was kept, they must burn the corpse in order to ensure the security of their species. If a human was to retain knowledge of the weaknesses of the Quiet Ones, they would be compromised. But a nurse entered and nearly blundered into them, forcing them to shroud themselves in a chameleon spell. Blending into the background. They hissed and clicked in nervousness, praying to their dark master not to be spotted.

Spoiler: OOC

Daft Sikes: you have two options. Focus on the scent and find them or ignore it. I'll let you decide what you do if you discover them. Remember, their mind control juice in your brains is gone. You just have to contend with their magic and their weapons

 

[Daft Sikes]

Spoiler: OOC

Alright then. I'll try pursuing them.

Hadrian bared his teeth and let out a feral growl. "That smell... It's the same smell of that thing that attacked us..."

He followed the scent into morgue, where the smell was practically stinging his nose, as well as nearly bumping into the nurse. "Ma'am, I suggest that you vacate the morgue immediately," He licked his lips. "Unless, of course, you enjoy watching magical creatures having their guts ripped out and fed to them." The nurse, who absolutely did not enjoy such things, complied, fleeing the room as fast as her little legs could take her.

"I can see you," he snarled at the corner of the morgue.
His eyes changed into a bright crimson. He raised an arm, from which black and red tendrils of energy shot out, all of them converging into that one spot.

 

[Tortilla the Hun]

"Mne do lámpochki chto ty...tvóyo mt'..." Pyotr shook his head, realizing that he was speaking in Russian. "I do not care what it is you are drivelling about, but could you please keep it down?" He swung his feet over the edge of the bed and prepared to stand up. "I need a drink..."

 

[Daft Sikes]

The tendrils didn't make contact with anything, however. The Quiet Ones have dropped their chameleon spell and were already booking it for the door.
"Oh no you DON'T!" Hadrian dashed forward with inhuman speed, and blocked the doorway. His transformation was instant, having turned into a hulking, black, shaggy-haired werewolf. "You two aren't going anywhere!" He roared.