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Post by The Director on Mar 26, 2007 17:50:04 GMT -5
The tall African-American male turned to Mantis who asked what's Coney Island. He wasn't surprised that most of the students didn't know what Coney Island nor where it was. But this was no time nor place to give a description. First priority was for the students to get someplace safe like that alleyway.
"No time! It's on the PDA I handed that one student. Map with real-time GPS coordinates and satellite tracking! Now move your asses into the alleyway and lay low. I'll meet up with you peeps at Coney Island, aight?!"
Before the man would make his exit, he pulled off several tear gas grenades from his vest. After pulling the pins, the man would toss them in several directions. Once the grenades go off, they would spew off tear gas that would make the eyes of the people in the area get tearing. It was very irritating to the skin and the senses. Tear gas wasn't lethal but it sure as hell wasn't pleasant.
"Now run!!!"
The tall African-American man squated down and jumped upwards into the air like a rocket into the night. In that moment, he was gone from the location. But he made his instructions clear, the students were to meet him at Coney Island.
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Post by Mantis on Mar 29, 2007 12:15:50 GMT -5
Mantis turned away from the tear gas as it poured out of the grenades. "Do you think you can take all five of us there?" He whispered to his sister. If they had to get some where fast, teleportation was the fastest. Julie shrugged, and looked over the group.
"Hey, my sister might be able to teleport us there, or at least half way. How much do you all weigh?" Mantis asked his comrades, as weight was a factor in Julies teleportation. If they were much more than ten times her weight, she wouldn't be able to go much more than a couple of miles in a single trip, and if she used both trips, the small girl would be utterly exhausted.
Julie finished scanning them over, they looked too heavy, but every little bit helped.
~Curse her light weight.
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Chephros
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Post by Chephros on Mar 29, 2007 18:10:22 GMT -5
"Go, I'll run."
Of course, he would run on top of the buildings, but unless there was going to be heavy air traffic then no one would see him, and he severely doubted that any helicopters would be floating around here for a while, at least until someone found this place, so he could be gone before then. Plus he could quite easily run on the ground anyway and check the skies to see if it was clear. The roofs would be nice though as he could simply jump across the close ones with what looked like a human run jump, and then use some extra strength to blast over the farther ones. If it felt like he couldn't make it without looking superhuman, he could just run on the ground. Not to bad....right?
"How do I get there?"
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Post by fishtie on Mar 29, 2007 19:45:48 GMT -5
Amid the confusion of the attackers Machal had managed to dash to where he remembered the ally to be. His suspicions were aided as he could hear the slight flow of the wind increase and focus as if in an enclosed area.
"Agh... stupid, stupid." he muttered to himself as he stopped for a quick rest and rubbed his eyes with his hand. Ah, they burned so much. Why had he been staring at that blasted thing when it went off? He half turned back to where he suspected Eric to be and asked a question, pushing most of the pain out of his mind.
"Did the others keep up with us? I can't see a thing. Agh..."
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Post by fryman on Mar 30, 2007 20:35:01 GMT -5
As his big companion that seemed to dragging Eric stopped, it also forced Eric to stop in his tracks. Looking back as they both stopped Eric swore underneath his breath as he fail to see any of his other companions behind him. Apparently, during the confusion everyone split up, instead of following directions. It can’t be help now anyway so might as well not worry about that.
In a low calm voice Eric then answer his companion, “Sorry, but I think we got split up. In any case we should just head towards Coney Island, even though this all seems a little bizarre.”
After that comment Eric would then look at the map of the area he receive and point the direction towards their next location.
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Post by fishtie on Mar 31, 2007 2:02:37 GMT -5
"But do they even know where we're supposed to go? Do we even know where we're supposed to go?" Matchal inquired. He was now pressing both his palms into his closed eyes to try to get the pain and blindness to reseed. Normally his wounds were fast to heal and pain to fade, but the flash hadn't actually done any damage to his flesh and thus he wouldn't heal fast. He had obviously missed Eric's silent indication of direction.
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Post by Mantis on Apr 1, 2007 13:17:30 GMT -5
Mantis looked around. He didn't see the big guy or the boy with the food. "Crap we got separated. Never mind your running there then...." Mantis said to the one who he was still with. He then closed his eyes, and reached out mentally. His psychism, which he used to control his bugs, could contact others, and as such, he found the one known as Eric.
[I'm with the other man with the trench coat, where are you and the taller man?] He communicated to this Eric. The contact had offered Mantis the name, and a couple of other small things that the boy was thinking about at the time, namely the location of this Coney Island.
The visual information that entered Erics brain was next to come across the link, and that answered Mantis' other ponderance, if the other two were together. If Eric hadn't come across psychics before, he'd be a little confused as to what had just happened, but would hopefully understand in a moment.
"I know where this place is, come on, the two of us are light enough." Mantis said quickly, opening his eyes and walking over to the other boy. He sheathed his blade, pocketed the cylinder, and grabbed his fellow student's shoulder. "Brother, where do I go?" Julie asked innocently, to which Mantis responded with a telepathic link, showing the GPS directions.
The lot of them were in Sunset Park, Brooklyn, not too far from Coney Island, which was good, all things considered, and the rendevous was in a place called St. George, according to the GPS indicator that Mantis saw via Erics mind. Julie got the information in her head, and her eyes began to glow white, indicating her pure, child mana was activating. "Hold on mister." Julie said to the man, charging up her mana and preparing for the trip. They'd take off momentarily, hopefully no one would make an unwanted appearance in the meantime.
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Post by The Director on Apr 1, 2007 17:09:05 GMT -5
OOC: You can choose how you deal with the police officers. But we'll be watching carefully how you all deal with the officers. It would seem that the four students ended up getting separated. Depending how you go at it, this can either be good or bad. At this moment, a police transmission was just reached all sorts of police radios. Police on duty and off duty were now having to assemble. "Calling all officers. Report of sounds of gunfire coming out from the White Castle in Queens. Approximately five assailants all young but very armed and dangerous. Use of deadly force is authorized. Dossiers are being transmitted." ::Diner:: Six uniformed officers had quickly rushed out from the diner upon hearing the radio report. As they rushed outside the diner, the six officers quickly rushed out towards their respective cars. Quickly, the six officers got in their cars and sounded their sirens. ::Police Precinct 1:: A whole slew of uniformed officers in tactical gear quickly rushed out the building as they stepped inside of their cars. The sirens sounded and the cars drove off. As the police officers looked at the computers in the cop cars, they received the pictures of Mantis, Eric Hearth, Chephros, and Machal. How the authorities came across pictures of them is unknown. Perhaps some of the higher ups in the police department are also on the Order's payroll. Facing off thugs is one thing but facing off against cops is a whole new ballgame.
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Mantis
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Post by Mantis on Apr 10, 2007 14:14:43 GMT -5
The man who was under Mantis' grip simply stared at the bug manipulator, slightly dumbfounded as to what his comrade was talking about, so without further ado, Mantis' grip tightened slightly, and Julie's mana activated, shooting them at what would seem like sub-light speed up, and then down at an angle in a south-western direction.
There was no light in the alley way, the three were just gone as a patrol car shined its light down the alley. "What was that?" One cop, the one in the passenger seat and the one controlling the search light said, having seen Chephros' back as it dissapeared into nothingness. "What was what, you idiot? Your too damn jumpy." Was the response he got from the driver.
The three appeared in the same fashion in another alley across from what appeared to be a night club, only it didn't seem to be popular as there was no one to form a line, and a slightly inconspicuous bouncer at the door. In reality, he didn't look like a bouncer at all, he was practically a twig. "This is what you showed me brother, I put us away from it incase people were around."
"Good girl, come on." Mantis said to his fellow student, who was most likely getting over the shock of the teleportation. He then slowly walked to the end of the alley, making sure no one knew where they were but them.
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Chephros
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Post by Chephros on Apr 10, 2007 19:31:42 GMT -5
Imagine tearing yourself to pieces, lighting yourself on fire with grease, being dunked in a vat of that grease while on fire, imploding and exploding at the same time, and then finding an odd sense of pleasure about it all. That was pretty much what happened to Chephros on his first trip through the realm of Chaos. Oh...wait....wrong story.
It was pretty easy and uneventful teleporting from one end of the city to the other, and Chephros merely blinked. Then of course the sensation of hurtling at light speed hit him and he almost keeled over from his stomache doing a triple flip and reversing direction while flipping inside out at the same time. Yes, he had a weird imagination.
"That could have been *urk* better."
At least he didn't throw up. The bad thing was curling over almost exposed his tail by it almost poking out, so he forcibly straightened and waited a few moments to let his body calm.
"Right, lets get going."
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Post by fishtie on Apr 11, 2007 5:07:59 GMT -5
As the others made a sudden jump. Machal was quite aware of it. After all any mage in the area would feel the spell flare up then fade. The nature of the spell on the other hand was a different nature. Machal was still quite blind and couldn't tell what was going on. He didn't hear any explosions, so that was probably a good sign, but you never did know. "What are they up to now? Agh... Don't they know we are forbidden to use magic?"
Machal removed his hands from over his eyes and blinked several times. Vague shapes of back and white swam into his vision, but it was still imposible to make anything out clearly. "Well, eather way. We had beter get moving."
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Post by The Director on Apr 15, 2007 18:20:29 GMT -5
OOC: Since Eric hasn't posted yet. We'll continue the mission.::Police Precinct Garage:: Four SWAT vans were lined up as ten SWAT officers each suited up in full body armor and SMGs got loaded up. For some reason, they were sending out the big boys to deal with four students. But why was the NYPD getting involved? Why were they being called out in the first place? The answer was unknown. Only way is to evade arrest and not do something drastic yet unless the occasion calls for it. These SWAT cops were not here to play. And these people weren't playing games. A good number of SWAT happened to be ex-military primary ex-Green Berets, Force Recon, SEALs, etc. But they were given orders: shoot to kill. "They're just kids." "They're armed and dangerous to what the report says." "Shit..." The four SWAT vans drove off from the garage and loaded it. What they didn't know was that the higher-ups were paid off by The Order. Then again, the cops had no idea of Order, D-13, Rosacrucian Alliance, etc. They were just cops doing their jobs. ::Landing Pad:: At that point, four police helicopters took off from the landing pad. Each helicopter had a sniper each. Seemed that they would be picking off at the four students from the sky. "Any idea what they look like?" One of the officers pulled up a laptop with the dossiers of all four students. How they'd get the pictures of the students were unknown. Perhaps someone hacked into the Academy's files? A good possibility. "We're supposed to shoot to kill. But if we can, capture them and interrogate them." "Snipers ready?" "Yeah." "Let's do this..." All four helicopters with their search lights separated and decided to investigate different parts of the city.
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Post by Tormaigh MacRagallach on Apr 17, 2007 18:22:43 GMT -5
(OOC: Director told me to go ahead and post, so here goes! I'm kind of assuming that because no one mentioned going to the other side of any rivers that we're still in Manhatten here, and not across the East river in Brooklyn where Coney Island is. This way we can have a cool fight on a bridge, perhaps.)
The sound of whirring helicopters and sirens can be heard throughout the city as a literal manhunt is underway. The treachery of The Order is wholly displayed by their employment of the city's proudest and finest in this unwarranted attack on Academy students.
Now, this small band of apprentices and spell casters is scattered about the streets of Manhattan, desperately trying to avoid not only the NYPD, but now also a SWAT force. Three very important men's munchies are on the line, and it is the sworn duty of Academy students to fight to achieve their mission, down to the last breath.
This is the short briefing that Torm receives before being sent out. Apparently, things had taken quite the turn for the worse, and he is being called in as backup. Unlike the other students, it is unlikely that the enemy knows Torm is there...yet. Unfortunately, it seems that only one of them has ever navigated this city before, and that one is visually incapacitated. Furthermore, they have scattered and are likely to be hunted down individually.
What a mess...
Rather than remain in plain view upon arriving, Torm immediately makes his way into an alley and locates an unoccupied refrigerator box, which he crawls into. He has never been in a big-city engagement like this, but he has trained for this an has contingencies prepared. Time to take a minute and decide on a course of action... From his pocket he pulls a map his contact had given him of the city. The current target is Coney island.
Aside from being an extremely long walk for anyone to remain hidden during, there is another catch: Coney Island is in South Brooklyn. Brooklyn is on the other side of the East river from Manhattan. There are three bridges across the river between the two boroughs: the Manhattan, the Brooklyn, and the Williamsburg, and one more into Queens: the Queensborough. Torm prays fervently that whoever is running this "police" force doesn't know their target or isn't smart enough to simply barricade the bridges...
There's no way to know, so they will have to just hope for the best. After a little thought, Torm decides that their best bet will be the Manhattan bridge, which features two subway tunnels as well as the usual 4-lane expressway. it connects lower Manhattan's Canal Street to Flatbush Ave in Brooklyn.
Now ready to rock, Torm pulls out four of his clockwork beetles and sends them off. They will stealthily locate his four fellow students. These particular beetles double as encrypted 2-way radios. Once they make it to the students, Torm would say into a fifth that he keeps with him "Academy agent speaking. Meet on Canal Street. Channel may be monitored. Beware long-range fuzz and fuzz in the air. Protect package." The channel is encrypted, but he isn't sure how long it will remain secure, so he doesn't use his name. And God help us all if that shake is melting...
(OOC: long-range fuzz = sniper cops, fuzz in the air = cops in helicopters)
Torm crawls back out of the box. He reaches into a belt pouch and releases a pair of clockwork pidgeons into the air. They will blend in with the city's real pidgeons and serve as his forward and rear alert system against snipers. He re-enters the street, walking calmly and purposefully rather than like a man on the run. The radio-beetle is tucked in his collar, in lieu of responses from the rest of the team.
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Mantis
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Post by Mantis on Apr 18, 2007 12:54:07 GMT -5
Mantis stands back from his partner as he resists the urge to wretch on the cement. He was about to nod and walk out of the alley to the night club across the street when two bugs hovered down infront of them. [Shoo.] He commands mentally...but they do nothing. One lands harmlessly on Mantis' shoulder, which he allows as the bug manipulator that he is.
The odd part is that it now emits a scratching sound like that of a communicator sparking to life. "Academy agent speaking. Meet on Canal Street. Channel may be monitored. Beware long-range fuzz and fuzz in the air. Protect package. And God help us all if that shake is melting..."
"What the hell?" The man says, half way into the beetle. Before speaking again, he thinks...he realizes what is going on and speaks in a semi descrete manner...one not revealing any locations of the bunch any way. "Me and another have already reached the destination. The others are elswhere." He finished speaking into the bug, and to who ever is on the other line.
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Post by fishtie on Apr 18, 2007 13:53:30 GMT -5
Finally. Machal muttered to himself. He could see for the most part, and this was no place to be running about blinded. Still a little fuzzy, but perfectly workable for someone who never relied much on their sight anyways. But Machal was a little confused when the first thing he saw was what appeared to be a tiny bug in front of him. Machal was about to swat it away when he realized something odd about it, it's scent was very off. Instead of like a normal bug it had the distinct emanations of moter oil. The thing must have been some kind of automation. Upon taking a better sniff Machal also picked up the smell of a human deeply ground into the materials, this had obviously been made by hand, no robot or mass produced item would smell like that.
"Academy agent speaking. Meet on Canal Street. Channel may be monitored. Beware long-range fuzz and fuzz in the air. Protect package."
Heh... Well at least someone out there liked him. Time to start moving now that they had a destination. Machal turned around to where Eric had been strangely silent for some time now...
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