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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Apr 19, 2007 15:55:10 GMT -5
Tristan had gone through the same briefing as Tormaigh...though at a different time. Some how the academy had been informed of the destination set to the four original students shortly after the Irishman departed. As such, Tristan was now hovering over New York City with a GPS device in hand that showed the destination in the northeast area of Coney Island.
The hunter had arrived at the city about the same time as Torm did, mostly because Igneus had a new medium sized form and could teleport him there without revealing himself.
The two came in low off of the water, soaring at insane speeds, and pulled off into an alley way before any one saw them. There was small bang as the dragon transformed once again into his smallest form. [Right...Tracers are screwed if they get here...so we're on our own. You'll have to hide in my coat around the regulars.] Tristan communicated mentally. Igneus simply crawled into the inside of his partners coat and into a large pocket in response.
Tristan's blade was wrapped up in a gray cloth, and slung over his back, which wouldn't look much out of place with the rest of the oddities of the city. Would it get a couple of glances? Yes. Would it attract too much attention? No. [Now...First things first....We have to find the other students. Can you get a bead on Torm with your mind?] Tristan asked of his hidden partner.
A few seconds later, Sort of...It's faint but he's to the south west. "Right..." And Tristan took off at a determined walk. He used the GPS in his armored hand to see which way was southwest.
After a few minutes, he took to another alley and began to run, full blast. When ever he wouldn't be seen, he was running, els walking that same determined stride. He came a corner, relying on Igneus' mental directions, when a chopper buzzed over head. "Great...I knew they'd been discovered, at least partly, but I didn't know they had choppers out on their asses."
A couple of minutes after that, the hunter would run into Torm along a street. "Torm." Tristan would call out to the man, "What's the damage so far?" That was the first of a few questions the Crusnik had. He had to be careful incase someone was listening...Detail wise.
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Chephros
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Post by Chephros on Apr 19, 2007 17:57:07 GMT -5
"Well that was a pleasant trip.....Now where exactly are we?"
Seeing as they were out of view, Chephros made sure absolutely no one could see him by ducking down and hiding further into the alley. His coat came off revealing his black cloth armor with plates tucked in-between the cloth and then his wings and tail. He hit a small clasp on the belt around his upper torso and his tail and wings were freed. He turned, let the left wing stretch out fully, tucked it in, flipped around, and let the right wing go out, then he let his tail stretch before tucking it all back, replacing the clasp and putting the overcoat back on.
Now that he was all stretched out he was ready to go wherever they had to go. Of course, they had to remain incredibly quiet and out of sight. People were probably hunting them already, their magic having been used rather abruptly. The people who wanted them dead weren't likely to just give up instantly when a group disappeared.
And that thought scared the demon slightly.
There had been two demons he had seen, the teacher and the one he had met in the halls. Now, if that was it besides him, there was something working to wipe out magic. Chephros knew about the tracers well enough, but could they have honestly eradicated every single demon except for three on the Human Plane? It didn't seem very likely.
So he had a hidden alternative here. While yes, he did want to finish this mission, he wanted to find one of the members, if at all possible, and find out what the hell happened to everyone. That was his real goal for being aligned with anyone at this point, to figure out what happened to his technical 'brothers/sisters' and then ravage whatever caused it. Until he had the power to do that, he would play along with the Academy for they were one of his targets.
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Tormaigh MacRagallach
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Post by Tormaigh MacRagallach on Apr 20, 2007 10:16:02 GMT -5
Torm casually strolls down a sidewalk. The city is as busy as it usually is. To blend in a little further, he buys a hot dog from a street vendor and munches it casually. The only thing incredibly abnormal about his appearance is the ladder he carries. The ladder itself appears to be of the ordinary variety, but it makes maneuvering through tight crowds without hitting people a bit of a chore.
'Canal Street' reads a nearby sign. This was the place. The access point for the Manhattan Bridge should be somewhere around here. Torm had gotten some responses from the other Academy agents in the area, and it appears that some had teleported straight to the destination! Torm momentarily wishes that he too could teleport there, but sadly, it's not one of his talents. Therefore, walk or drive it is.
One of Torm's mechanical pidgeons lands on a nearby railing and taps out a message in a special Morse code of Torm's own design, saying he was being followed, but not by a hostile. Then, as if right on cue, he hears Tristan's voice behind him. The Academy was really rolling out the guns for this one.
"Three teleported to the destination, one inbound on our current position. Good to see you, by the way," Torm says casually in response to Tristan's inquiry. Once the student named Machal (OOC: and Eric if he's still playing) got there, they would be able to set out for Brooklyn and Coney Island. Though there are pedestrian pathways on the bridge, he wonders if perhaps it would be better to get ahold of a vehicle. Torm prays silently that those onion rings haven't gone cold yet...
(OOC: By the way, who's carrying the food?)
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Post by The Director on Apr 20, 2007 15:19:50 GMT -5
::Coney Island Pier:: The large African American male had finally made it to the pier at Coney Island. For some reason, the other Academy students should've already met up with him. Perhaps they got held up by the cops. Yes, he was paying attention to the police radio. The Order decided to stoop this low and managing to unleash the NYPD onto the Academy Students. Though they could easily take down the NYPD, but there were major repercussions for doing so. Mainly political and legal rammifications in both the mortal world and the magic world. Plus the tracers weren't around to help either in this mission, so it would make it more beneficial to avoid engaging the NYPD. While he would wait, the guy would walk to a nearby vendor and order himself a chili dog. Due to the chaos. he didn't get a chance to head out to the White Castle and get himself some munchies. "I knew I should've got myself some White Castle..." No use bitching about it. He had a mission to do and it was to provide assistance to the students of the Academy. The man hoped they would arrive soon.
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Post by Mantis on Apr 21, 2007 11:59:17 GMT -5
Mantis stood guard after he realized what his partner was doing. "We should be close to the rendevous....Julie?" Mantis said quietly, then looked down at his sister. She was the only one who knew exactly where they had teleported to so the bug manipulator had to ask his sister. "The place we're supposed to go is a pier. It's on the other side of that building there."
"Ok. When your ready." Mantis called back to his partner who'd just about finished putting his wings and tail back into their hiding place. "It should be right on the other side of that building." When the boy would come, Mantis walked casually out of the alley way, holding his sisters hand, a bead of sweat sliding down his face. He looked up and down the street, waited for traffic to clear, then ran across like any one els would.
They would then enter the alleyway on the left of the night club at a decent pace, and come out the other side a minute or two later. "I guess this is it." He said, looking at the surroundings. Across this new street was a large pier with several vendors and other normal things one might find.
Crossing the street, the bug manipulator sent out his 'fly on the wall' to look for the african man who'd sent them there. As his sight was split between his own and the insect buzzing high over head, the boy tilted his head to his collar, and spoke into the bug, attempting to contact the one who'd sent the communicator. "We're at the rendevous. Still no sign of any others from the Academy."
AHA!!...there he was. The bug did its job and found the tall african man chowing down on a chilli-dog. If the other student (chephros) hadn't noticed him, Mantis would point him out.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Apr 21, 2007 12:56:52 GMT -5
Tristan made a mental note to find out who'd teleported and how. "Heh, you to, but this isn't the time for pleasantries...We gotta pull these guys asses out of the fire and at least into a frying pan before this shit gets serious and we end up in another war." A rather harsh tone, but it was neccecery in such a time.
Next question: "How are you keeping track of them? I have the meeting place on GPS...somewhere in coney island, but I don't know where they are." Tristan looked around and saw a street sign. Canal Street. [Ok...one inbound. Three already there. Informant is probably at the pier to...unless he's on foot.] The situation ran through his head. I can get the three of you there in my medium form...We'll have to have a roof or something availiable though.
Tristan then restated what Igneus had said quietly to Tormaigh. Who knew if some one was listening.
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Post by fishtie on Apr 21, 2007 18:23:04 GMT -5
As Machal turned and looked for Eric he was confused. The fellow student who had been holding the food was gone. Instead the food was just sitting in a neat pile... mysterious...
Pushing his his apprehensions aside Machal knew he had to move on. He picked up the food and checked his location on the GPS. Machal set off towards Canal Street. He ran with slightly unnatural speed keeping low and too the shadows. Machal would stop and sniff every once in a while to try to pick up the scent of any pursuers.
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Chephros
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Post by Chephros on Apr 25, 2007 17:19:03 GMT -5
((Shitty post incoming))
Chephros wasn't really listening, more looking around. When his buddy started walking, the demon simply followed, half bored by this now. Back in the parking lot he could have kill several people, but now he just had to meet some random dude on a pier. That really dulled down this night.
"Lets get this over with."
They came out from the alley and Chephros ignored people's glanced. He didn't care. He had gotten used to them wondering about his pale green eyes that shined with a light all their own. Continually moving he simply followed the two in front of him and blanked out as to the world around him. After a few moments they found the guy they were looking for. Chephros knew him because there was a presence and it wasn't demonic. It wasn't the other student either. The bad part about Demonic Sense though was that it gave no directional help, only that someone was there. The distance was also very weird. However it was very easy to spot the man.
"We found him, lets go."
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Post by The Director on Apr 26, 2007 1:02:12 GMT -5
Coney Island was basically an amusement part off the pier. Like any other night, Coney Island was basically jam packed and very busy. This was the ideal meeting place meaning it would be hard for the cops to search this area. So far, there was hardly any police activity within Coney Island. That was the good thing.
The Academy students along with the reinforcements managed to locate him. It was a good thing. Calmly and casually, the man motioned for the students to walk towards him in a casual manner. They had to look casual about things in order not to throw any suspicion around. The slightest amount of suspicion would bring the cops right on their asses.
"Alright, once you're all here, I got something to show you guys."
He had something to show them. It would probably help them out with the next part of this mission. Time was running out and it seemed that the White Castle food might be turning cold which would be pretty bad for the students.
"We don't have much time. Cause' this mission ain't over yet."
This mission was definitely far from being over. And time was definitely running out.
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Tormaigh MacRagallach
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Post by Tormaigh MacRagallach on Apr 27, 2007 17:01:52 GMT -5
(OOC: Aight, let's get this thing rolling again. TO CONEY ISLAND)
Tormaigh nods in approval of Tristan's idea. That would be an efficient way to make it to the objective point and get things rolling. He scans the area...they would need to get to a roof, which means that they would need...
"Tristan, lets head for the nearest alley. Fire escape." That would be the fastest way to make it to a rooftop so Igneus could do his thing. Luckily, the nearest alley happens to contain fire escape stairs. Torm would set up his ladder for the others to climb up easily, then climb up himself and pull the ladder up afterwards.
"Wait a second...where is the other guy?" Torm wonders aloud. He sends out another message through the bugs meant for the student presumably on the way to Canal Street "Canal and Baxter, alleyway." That would have to do. Torm hopes that the guy now knows to check alleys near the intersection of Canal Street and Baxter Street, and hopes even more that the transmission is not decoded before they get moving.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Apr 28, 2007 13:15:08 GMT -5
Tristan followed Torm into the alley way. When the man began climbing up his ladder, Tristan simply crouched and lept straight up, grabbing hold of the third story railing and tossing himself over it. "Don't know." He said, before beginning to ascend the stairs again. If he'd jumped high enough, he could have hopped right up onto the roof of the building...but that would have looked extremely strange for any one who happened to be up there.
He waited on the roof, fifty some odd feet of the ground, for Tormaigh to finish climbing. "You never answered me, how are you tracking them? Do you have communications with them?" He asked.
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Tormaigh MacRagallach
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Post by Tormaigh MacRagallach on Apr 28, 2007 14:20:11 GMT -5
(OOC: oops ;D )
Torm makes it to the rooftop with little trouble, climbing up right behind Tristan. It's a shorter building compared to those adjacent to it, so a passing helicopter is less likely to spot them up there. It's actually knid of a nice view out across the river, with the Manhatten bridge stretching across it to the left.
"What was that? Oh, sorry," Torm says; he must have missed it the first time. "I've got a radio-equipped clockwork beetle following each of them. I only know their locations from what they've told me." Now where was that last guy? Torm wonders whether it's time to go looking for him...after all, he's probably the one with the food.
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Post by fishtie on Apr 29, 2007 2:34:49 GMT -5
Machal arrived at Canal and slinked by a spot of shadow for a moment. Well the good news was that no one seemed to be about, on the other hand, no one seemed to be about. Had the others been intercepted? Then Machal picked up on it, the scent he had detected from earlier, the bugs and the weird guy... but not the forth member, the one who had been carrying the food first. A second later his delicate ears picked up some voices from an alleyway that the scents also led to. Machal quickly dashed into the space while keeping alert ahead... Machal was picking up two unfamiliar scents as well.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on Apr 30, 2007 12:13:38 GMT -5
Tristan thought about Torm said...Clock work beetles? Theres a new one. The man then heard something in the alley below. He peered over the edge of the building and spotted the figure, carrying a paper bag. "Hey, thats him." The hunter said to Torm, pointing down. The man then picked up a loose bit of cement from underfoot, and dropped it down infront of the guy on the ground.
He made it so that it would land just infront of him, and he would look up. Tristan recognized him from the files he'd gotten back at the Academy. Just names and Images of the four that were originally on the mission. This guy was Michal. Some kind of werewolf, or at least thats what was recorded by the school. Tristan crouched by the ede, still facing the guy with the bag.
Hopefully the guy would spot the hunter from fifty feet down, and get the hint to get his ass up onto the roof.
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Post by fishtie on May 8, 2007 18:40:09 GMT -5
Machal was alerted to the others above by the sound of there conversation.
"Hey, thats him."
Machal glanced up just in time to catch the small rock tossed down at him. He was still a little uncertain about whether these guys were friends or foes, but a small rock seemed pretty nonthreatening compared to car bombs and bullets. Machal wasn't quite able to see the others up on the roof but he could track there smells up the fire escape with more ease then a bright neon sign would give.
Machal carefully placed the bag of food in one hand and gave a leap for the fire escape. His powerful legs carrying him right to the bottom with ease. Climbing the rest of the way was quite simple. At last, Machal was reunited with (most of) the rest of the group. "All right, I'm here. So where to now?"
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