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Post by Mizagium on Sept 6, 2010 21:55:04 GMT -5
Stella stared in horror at Izzy as he held her...soul in his palm. She watched it with a horrid fascination. After a long minute, she realized she was still in control of her actions and bent down to check Krysta, who appeared to be coming back to consciousness. Krysta's eyes opened wide at the sight of her friend, but she refused to speak.
"What happens now?" Stella asked.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Sept 6, 2010 22:06:32 GMT -5
"You seem rather calm for one who just lost her soul." Izzy almost seemed disappointed. "I suppose you can go now." He said dismissively. "Enjoy your short life. Live it up for a bit before your body gives out."
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Post by Monika on Sept 7, 2010 19:24:38 GMT -5
Jin quickly made his way through the massive crowd of people that had gathered to laugh at the man, smirking all the while. As he maneuvered around the people, several people gave him a split second glance before turning around. They were all either too oblivious or too fearful to make a connection between Jin, who had clearly stolen and worn the man's clothes, and the man's tormentor. Probably both.
Once Jin had successfully made his way out of the huge mob, he was almost knocked over by a bunch of people with cameras. One of them was in a cheesy looking suit holding a microphone that read "Channel 6" on its front.
"Watch where you're going." Jin calmly called after them as they ran into the crowd, but they more than likely did not hear him by the time he had said it. "Accursed reporters..." he muttered under his breath, shaking his head with mild irritation. "Hmm...They must be covering what just happened, then." A smirk appeared on Jin's face as he slowly began levitating into the air. It was a safe move; everyone was too busy looking at the naked man to pay any attention to one who was floating above them.
"I could use a bit of entertainment today..." Jin began. No sooner had he said that, he almost burst into laughter, reminiscing about the Friend Ship. No more of that. It's not THAT funny. he assured himself. "Instead of laughing at...The Ship That Shall Not Be Named for the umpteenth time in a row, perhaps I'll see how this man makes a fool of himself on the news." Levitating just a little bit higher, Jin came across a nearby Best Buy. Although it was relatively far away, he was able to discern some televisions in the display windows.
"That should work nicely." Jin decided, and in a flash, he was right outside of the shop, staring at the televisions that lie before him, listening intently.
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"...This just in! We have breaking news about a crime down at the Lincoln Memorial. There right now is our reporter, Tim Baker. Tim, what exactly is going on there?" said Mary, the anchorwoman for Channel 6 news station.
"Your guess is as good as mine, Mary." Tim began, he and his camera crew forcing his way through a few more people to get a better look at the victim. A few police officers were scattered about, questioning anyone they could. "It appears that just moments ago outside the Memorial, a man was found naked by a crowd of people, seemingly unable to move or speak coherently. As you can see here, police are giving the man a vision test-" Tim hastily grabbed one of the crew member's cameras and pointed it at the man, still naked, attempting to walk across a line of tape across the ground. "-which he is failing miserably." Tim walked up to the officer who was monitoring the test. "Officer, what do you have to say about the situation so far?"
"The subject has been identified as one Erick Stallings from a tattoo plainly visible across his...err...Yes, you get the point." the officer spoke, scratching his head confusedly as he tried to look away from the man. One of the cameras quickly moved toward the man's, Erick's, lower regions. "I'm gonna be honest, Tim, it appears to be little more than a case of a drunk guy going streaking, but...He's got burn marks all across his body and keeps rambling about- Hey!"
Erick had cut in front of the police officer and was staring directly into the camera. It was clear that he was straining his eyes to see anything at that moment. "He...And my shadow...a blinding light! Can't see...then clothes...gone! Magic!" Erick rambled, before hastily being pushed away by the officer.
"He's been going on about that for some time, now. As you all know, since the crime rate rose here in the 90s, people who stayed around long enough to witness these crimes are few and far between, so we don't really have any leads to who or what is responsible. From what we have been able to gather, one or two people claim to have seen Erick here verbally abusing someone in a Halloween costume. They left before they could see any altercation, but they did confirm that Erick was completely sane, fully clothed, able to see and without burn marks mere moments ago." The officer scratched his head and sighed. "Don't know what else to say, Tim. Truly is a mystery..."
"Thank you, Officer." Tim replied. "As you can see, Mary, this is a most peculiar case, and not much has surfaced yet. We'll keep you updated as details arise. For Channel 6 News, this is Tim Baker."
Hahaha...That fool deserved it. I hope he learned a valuable lesson... Jin thought.
"Thank you, Tim." Mary stacked a few papers that were on her desk. As she looked straight into the camera, a cheesy picture of icicles dripping with blood with the caption 'Chevy Chase Killer' at the bottom. "Speaking of peculiar stories, police are still investigating the triple homicide of Rossa Uccello, Bruno and Gabriella Ghiaccio. The trio were found dead earlier this week in the Ghiaccio family home in Chevy Chase, suffering from frostbite and various puncture wounds. Witnesses claim that they saw the entire house encased with ice moments earlier that day, and the police have since verified this claim after finding that the entire house was soaked through. The building has since been condemned for destruction, to be carried out later this week. Although no suspects have been thought of yet, the police have labeled Tristezza, son of Bruno and Gabriella, as a person of interest. Witnesses claim to have seen Tristezza flee the scene moments after the house was covered in ice. Police are asking anyone with any information about Tristezza's whereabouts to come forward so that...
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At this point, Jin stepped away from the television sets and began levitating again, a look of absolute puzzlement across his face. "A triple homicide? That absolutely blows my little crime out of the water...But an entire house encased in ice? Frostbite and puncture wounds? I know Veritan technology well enough to know that such a feat is nigh impossible for normal mortals, especially a mere teenager, but..." Jin began rising higher into the sky. It was apparently the only location from which he could think properly. "It couldn't of been Cryon. He's the only Ice Elemental I know with such an abundance of power, and I made sure that those fools could not get here." Jin smirked again, struggling not to think of a certain aircraft. "That could only mean that there is a native ice mage in our midst, one with either a vicious temperament or uncontrollable, potent abilities...Ha ha ha ha ha..." Jin's laugh echoed like thunder across the clouds.
"Either way, such a sorcerer would be a grand ally to have on my side. If this Tristezza person truly is responsible for the murders, I should probably find him before the police do." Ascending a few more feet into the air, Jin lifted his arms into the sky and shouted "Divinatio Grandis! With every spirit and every soul, show me this teen who lacks control!" Silvery wisps began to fly outward from Jin's body and collect in front of him, forming what appeared to be a massive translucent hand. It was decrepit in appearance and very, very eerie.
Jin closed his eyes and began focusing intently on the source of the magic. I know you are around here somewhere...The direction is... "That way!" Jin and the Soul Hand both pointed north; apparently this was wherever Tristezza had gone. In blood red letters, a message began to carve itself into the Soul Hand. 'New York' it read. "So, he's heading toward New York, is that it? I've got quite a way to travel, then." Jin descended back to the ground, the Soul Hand dissipating into its component spirits and being reabsorbed into Jin. "I think I'll foot it, this time...If I have to ride on the Friend Ship one more time...AHAHAHAHAHAHA!" Jin bellowed, walking in the direction that he and the Soul Hand had decided upon.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Sept 7, 2010 21:00:01 GMT -5
The New York Magic Academy. Markis stared at it with a little uncertainty. He had almost been inside of it once - a large, almost mansion-like building on the edge of the city. Beside him, Qwaser was glaring up at the building.
"This is the largest concentration of magic on the continent. Aside from from the Gateport." The Shade hissed. "It is a good place to start."
"But how are we going to get in?" Markis asked his new, and rather intimidating companion.
"Enroll of course." Qwaser snorted. "At least, you are." Markis looked at him.
"HUH?"
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Post by Razgat on Sept 7, 2010 21:07:35 GMT -5
(Is this where I come in?)
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Sept 7, 2010 21:09:12 GMT -5
(YEP)
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Post by Razgat on Sept 7, 2010 21:18:14 GMT -5
Ms. Anderson stepped into Dolan's office. "Mr. Ranjit, there is a boy here that wants to enroll. Should I get the Office of Admissions to see him?"
Dolan began to get up from his desk. "No, my dear, I'll see to him. I was beginning to feel rather bored with my notes." Ms. Anderson smiled and let him pass her.
Dolan looked for the boy, and saw that he was standing just at the borders. Why the school hadn't let him in, he didn't know, but perhaps the boy was shy. He was curious and wanted to observe his past, but he though he might wait until he at least knew the boy first. He did look a little to see his name, though.
Dolan, once making his way outside of the school, headed straight for the boy. "Mr. Ibrahim, I presume?" He called out to him. "Markis Ibrahim?"
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Sept 7, 2010 22:47:31 GMT -5
Markis glanced over his shoulder, but saw that Qwaser had vanished. 'Bastard.' Markis thought irritably. He put on a fake smile.
"Yes, I am." he said with a small bow. "But...how do you know my name?" he asked, screwing his face up in confusion, mentally rolling his eyes.
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Post by Razgat on Sept 7, 2010 22:52:04 GMT -5
Dolan smiled and bowed slightly in return to the boy. "You must not know much about this school, young man. I am its Head Master and also a powerful seer. I see the past, present, and future. Simply looking into your past will tell me all I need to know about you, but don't worry. I'm not nosy. Oh, but forgive me, I'e forgotten to introduce myself. I am Head Master Dolan Ranjit, at your service. Are you interested in enrolling, young man? Of course you are! I am already aware of that. This way, please."
Dolan gestured for Markis to follow him back to the school.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Sept 7, 2010 22:55:51 GMT -5
Markis blinked, but after a second followed the man.
From a distance, Qwaser watched in satisfaction. This would go smoothly. Various blood runes prevented any seeing too far into either his or Markis' dealings. Qwaser would approach the school later on, as to not appear to be affiliated with Markis.
It really was a funny coincidence, meeting a fellow blood mage out of nowhere in the middle of New York. Of course, Qwaser instantly agreed to train the boy - though Markis turned out to be surprisingly proficient- as long as the boy helped Qwaser with his overall plans of conquest.
Qwaser felt a familiar shiver as Cruor hungered for blood. "Soon...' He whispered. "Not long now."
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Post by Razgat on Sept 7, 2010 23:03:29 GMT -5
Dolan led Markis through the open doors, revealing a rather grand foyer. Stair cases led to the classrooms and training areas. Dorms were further in the back of the school and on the higher floors. Markis would be placed in them as soon as possible, but first he would be taken to his office. Dolan led Markis past Ms. Anderson, who smiled welcomingly at both. Once inside, Dolan shut the door behind him. "Sit, young man."
There was a chair in front of the desk, already ready for him. Dolan took his place at the head of the desk. "So, my boy, tell me about yourself. Not that I know much already, but it's always good to hear the student's point of view."
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Post by Mizagium on Sept 8, 2010 10:12:24 GMT -5
((Tris is still in DC...))
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Sept 8, 2010 10:17:50 GMT -5
((Well freakin' post anyway!))
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Post by Monika on Sept 8, 2010 11:48:48 GMT -5
((Tris is still in DC...)) ((Yes, but he's heading to New York, meaning he's going North. Meaning Jin is heading in that direction as well. Meaning Jin will encounter him on the way. The Soul Direction spell reveals the destination of the target, not so much the current location.)) |
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Post by Mizagium on Sept 8, 2010 13:15:24 GMT -5
Stella glared at Izzy. "I want my soul back. You have the damn ring, I don't care, but give me back my soul."
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Sept 8, 2010 13:24:06 GMT -5
Izzy pretended to think about it for a moment. "Hmmmm no." He grinned evilly. "Souls are quite valuable you know. Besides, I have to power this shop somehow." He said with a shrug.
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Post by Razgat on Sept 8, 2010 19:49:06 GMT -5
(So is Markis going to repond?)
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Post by Monika on Sept 8, 2010 21:46:56 GMT -5
"Ha...ha...ugh..." Cid moaned hoarsely, nearly coughing up 1 or more of his internal organs. "We've been running...ugh...for half an hour already...When can we stop? Somebody catch me!" he wheezed, noticeably inching closer to Shadow Ella as he slowly sunk toward the ground. Shadow Ella rolled her eyes in annoyance, maintaining distance between them.
"We've only been running for 5 minutes, fool!" Karl halted to a stop to whirl around in disgust at the old pilot. "Honestly, Cid, I am mere seconds away from leaving you here in the dirt." Karl growled, and walked just a few steps back toward where they had come from. "Hmph...We seem to have lost any pursuers in the midst of that crowd. How fortunate." Karl pointed toward the huge mob of people gathered around the Lincoln Memorial.
"I wonder what they're all gathered there for...Maybe we should-" Shadow Ella began as if she were a 5 year old girl demanding a pony.
"Absolutely not! Our mission, remember? We don't have time for pointless distractions and Cid's antics at every passing moment." Karl hissed.
"B-but-
"No 'buts'!" Karl shouted. Shadow Ella giggled at the statement. "You are so childish..." he shook his head in contempt and rubbed his temple. "Cid, try to redeem yourself for at least one time today, will you?"
"Yea, sure...But can someone help me up?" Cid pleaded.
Cryon moved over to pull Cid to his feet, but Karl hastily extended his arm in front of Cryon to prevent any such rescuing. "Stand down, Cryon. We're going to make Cid work to get back up. He has to prove his usefulness if he wants to continue journeying with us." Karl smirked.
An expression that seemed to say 'I don't approve of what you're doing, but I'll allow it anyway.' Cryon moved back, Shadow Ella joining him.
"What? You can't just leave an old man lying on the ground!" Cid crawled over to Karl and tried to grab onto his leg so Cid could pull himself up. Karl quickly moved out of the way.
"All you have to do is answer one simple question, Cid, relating to your plan. If you can do that, we will be more than happy to help you up, because you will have displayed at least something similar to usefulness. Can you do this for me?" Karl smirked. He was actually hoping that Cid couldn't answer the question. The less I have to deal with him the better off I'll be... he thought.
Cid looked up from his soft, warm, dirt bed to the 3 Team Friendship members. All of them were glaring down at him, clearly serious about their proposal. Cid had no other option. "Alright..." he finally relented. "What's the question?"
"What? You're actually going to answer? Good choice." Karl laughed, although he wasn't particularly enthused about it. "Alright, then. You said that we were going to see the country's leader to borrow money, correct?"
"R-right..." Cid confirmed.
"Good, good. Now, where does he live? If you can answer me this, I'll be...happy...to help you." Karl placed some sort of emphasis on 'happy' to express that he would actually be very upset if he had to help Cid.
"Uh..." Oh shoot...A geography question? I never was good at this...Why in the world did I become a pilot?
"Time's ticking, Cid. I can just as easily find out without you." Karl assured him. And I'm really hoping for that...
"Urr...Um..." Cid wobbled a little bit from side to side until he successfully rolled over onto his back. Looking up at the sky, he mentally prayed. If someone is up there who cares about me...Grandma...Chuck Norris...John Mote...Anyone! Please help me! A slight breeze began to blow, sending twigs and leaves from one area of the ground to another.
"Any second now, Cid..." A genuine smile appeared on Karl's face. Just a few moments more until he could more-or-less 'lawfully', or at least with some sort of justification, leave Cid once and for all.
As Karl said that, the wind grew in intensity. Unnoticed to anyone but Cid, a single leaf was blown from their direction all the way in the direction of the White House. I hope this is some sort of sign... Clearing his throat, Cid calmly announced "The leader of America lives all the way in that giant white house over there." He pointed toward the White House where many a guard stood.
"Hmph. We'll see about that." Karl growled. The vampire dashed off in one direction until he found a local passerby, some 12 year old black kid with gangster clothing from head to toe. "Tell me, child. Where does the President live?" Karl asked.
"Is you some sorta moron, nigga? Erbody knows mah homeboy Obama live up in dat White House." the kid said, although Karl barely understood him.
"Right. Thanks for that...my 'nigga'..." Karl made his best attempt to seem as normal as possible. A valiant effort, but all in all a poor move on his part.
"DA HELL YOU JUST CALL ME? NIGGA I'MMA BUST A CAP IN YO ASS WITH MAH GLOCK." the child yelled. He ran up to Karl (reaching up to his knees) and started punching wildly.
"Eclipse Persona..." Karl whispered, walking away hastily.
"AY WHERE DA HELL YOU GO? NIGGA I'MMA-" the child kept flailing wildly, although his aim seemed to have decreased ten fold. Eclipse Persona, the Personal Eclipse spell, had darkened the area only around the child, rendering him completely blind for the time being.
Within a matter of seconds, a very, very disgruntled Karl had made his way back to Cid and company. An expression of utter annoyance was on his face.
"So...What did you find out?" Shadow Ella asked.
"Ugh..." Although I could just as easily lie and say he was wrong...It would not befit the leader of Team Friendship... Karl shuddered. "You were...somehow...someway...correct. Congratulations." Karl nodded, signaling for Cryon to finally help Cid to his feet via more icy acupuncture type magic.
A hundred throbs of pain later, Cid had risen from the ground with a sprained back and sense of accomplishment. "Ha ha ha! What'd I tell ya? Not as useless as you think!" Cid laughed, although in his heart he was quivering like Samus in front of Ridley. Thank you Grandma, Chuck Norris, John Mote or whoever helped me! I owe you big time!
"Hmph. You were lucky. Come...Now that we know where to go, let's get there! And for future reference, don't use the word 'nigga' here. Locals don't take kindly to it." Karl muttered.
"What are you talking about?" Shadow Ella inquired.
"Ah, nothing. Let's go!" With no further comment, Karl and company ran off toward the White House, Cid counting his blessings every moment.
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Post by Mizagium on Sept 11, 2010 13:47:57 GMT -5
Something like anger flooded Stella's thoughts. "Damn you! How could you do this to me?" Then she relented. "What do I have to do for you to return it?"
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Tris shivered and whirled around. Strange, it had felt like someone was watching him... Paranoia at an all time high, Tristezza continued on, but constantly glanced over his shoulder.
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Torran sighed. I'm surrounded by incompetents. "Perhaps we should get moving?"
"Yeah!" Cedric shouted. "Shadow-dude is right; we're wasting time." He then stomped off in some direction.
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Post by Myrdraxxis on Sept 11, 2010 15:03:08 GMT -5
Ethan stared at Torren and Cedric....hopeful that the man would come back eventually. "As I was saying, do any of you have ideas on what we should do to start?"
"I suppose we could check in with a Magi." One of the hellans offered. Ethan nodded.
"Right! Why didn't I think of that?"
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Izzy frowned, considering it. Well....he DID need some help...
"Okay look." He said finally. "I will give you your soul back if you work for me here at the shop until I deem your debt payed." He siad. "How does that sound?"
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