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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on May 9, 2007 15:39:33 GMT -5
"We get to Coney island." Tristan said, standing as Michal finished getting up onto the roof. "Tristan Knightrhode." He said, extending his hand. The same side hand that Michal wasn't carrying the food in, so as not to make him switch hands. "This is Tormaigh. We're with the Academy, sent as back up when we got wind of your exposure." He would say after the hand was taken and shook.
If Torm would say his peice, Tristan would let him, walking out to the middle of the roof. [Do your stuff...just try and be quiet about the transformation, we don't need attention up here.] Igneus growled and affirmative and glided to the paved floor of the roof. "When Igneus transforms, we won't have alot of time, so hop on quick." Tristan said at a decent volume. Igneus weighed several tons in his medium form, and that ontop of the other half ton plus that the three students would add, the roof would collapse in a matter of seconds.
Once the two had walked near in preparation to hop on the element dragons back, [Now.] And boom. The sound of a gun shot rang out off of the roof, accompanied by a small ammount of smoke. "Get on." He shouted, jumping onto Igneus back, careful to avoid the spikes. Once the other two were on board, Igneus would jump up and then nothing. The four of them were no longer on that roof.
The two of them had been to NYC before, hunting rumored demons. Once there was a giant croc demon in the sewers...fairly strong, but in the end it stood no chance against Tristan's bullets. The four of them appeared over the waters just off of the shore of the pier of Coney island and Igneus spread his wings. He struggled a little to stay air borne with the three on his back. A notion that would have been effortless in his true girth. "Hang on." He said, grabbing one of the spikes after crouching down. His gauntlets protected him from the sharpness of the protrusions, but he couldn't say the same for the others.
They zoomed in, low and fast, same way Tristan and Igneus came into Brooklyn. The dragon banked right and blasted along the water to a beach. He slammed into the sand away from any sort of populus, which was few and far between at this time of night. The hunter jumped off, and Igneus would transform after the other two had vacated his scaley back. Hovering then into his partners hand, and in turn, back into the pocket. "Lets go. We passed the pier on the flight in, this way." He pointed to his right, the lights prominent in the dark of the horizon infront of him.
He would then simply head in the very direction at that determined stride, his blade still wrapped up.
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Post by The Director on May 9, 2007 17:12:23 GMT -5
::JFK International Airport:: While the students were hurrying up to meet the D-13 agent at Coney Island, a group of people in black suits, ties, and black shades had entered the parking garage of JFK International Airport. These guys seemed to look extremely intimidating at the same time, they had looks that could kill. They looked to be professional mercenaries or assassins of the sort. What they were doing here in NYC? Only one could assume it would be for the worse. There were about 16 well built men that entered a group of parked Lincoln Navigators. As they pulled out they would be heading to one destination. "Where to?" "Coney Island..." At the same time, they were monitoring the police radio. Seems that the police were still on the hunt for the Academy Students. As the SUVs pulled out, they would exit the garage and head towards their destination.
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Post by fishtie on May 15, 2007 2:35:12 GMT -5
"Tristan Knighthode? Not the great hero of the students? Well it is an honer to have you come to our rescue." Machal said as he accepted the offered hand. "I suppose it's true what they say; you can find anyone famous in New York." Then Machal turned to Torm. "And a pleasure to meet you as well Tormaigh." Then Machal did a rather peculiar thing. He leaned in a little a sniffed a few times near Torm. "Ah, so the little contraptions are your design? Quite the handy little things they must be."
As Machal turned to where the sound came from he was quite surprised, he had never seen any kind of dragon before and especially not one appearing out of thin air. "Well so much for keeping a low profile." Regardless he leapt unto the back of the dragon and held on for dear life.
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Tormaigh MacRagallach
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TEH AWESOME LADDER-WIELDING IRISHMAN.
(OOC: SORRY FOR THE DELAY!)
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Post by Tormaigh MacRagallach on May 15, 2007 15:57:30 GMT -5
(OOC: Let's roll this boulder!)
Igneus' sharp spikes make Torm thankful for his thick gauntlets. He follows Tristan's lead in taking hold of one to help stay on.
A fast and furious ride later, the dragon lands on the beach near the destination. "Thanks for the lift, Igneus," Torm says heartily, and pats the dragon's scaly hide as he hops down to the sandy ground. He surveys the area momentarily. A little trash, a few weeds; all in all a fairly non-descript city shoreline.
Tristan heads toward the pier, whose dark bulk jutting into the water was made obvious by the incandescence of its lights contrasting with the twilight gloom. Seeing as time was of the essence, Torm heads in that direction as well, beckoning Machal to follow along. "Don't forget the package, or we'd all be in deep shit."
Once they arrive at the pier, the place seems as deserted up close as it did at a distance. Crates, random ropes, and other assorted pier flotsam are in evidence. Down at one end, there are a couple people though, doing a good job making themselves fairly inconspicuous. Torm waves and heads in their direction.
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Mantis
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It's the little things that matter.
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Post by Mantis on May 18, 2007 12:53:15 GMT -5
Mantis felt something. The boy, being so close with bugs, not to mention psychism, had a sixth sense about people approaching. He wasn't spider-man about it, but he could feel people coming. Then the familiar pat pat pat of several sets of foot steps gently came into the auditory absolute threshold. "I think they're here." Mantis said to the tall black man before turning around, and seeing three unfamiliar people.
They had eminences of mana, and lots of it. Not one hundred percent sure if they were from the academy, Mantis focused his mana to be released in a series of wind blades from the front, and a few salty water bullets from the back. The young man was new at the school, so he wouldn't recognize the other two, but as they approached, Mantis recognized the man who went off with the boy with the glasses...though he wasn't there.
The bug manipulator let his mana flow back into its storages, dropping the focus since the man was walking with the other two. Where that boy was, the one with the glasses, would be the first question to be asked of the approaching group.
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Post by The Director on May 18, 2007 19:18:12 GMT -5
"I think they're here."
The tall black man turned to face Mantis. Seems that the rest of the students and then some managed to make it to Coney Island. The man went further into the pier of the Coney Island right on the coast towards the Atlantic Ocean.
He gave a nod.
"Right, there's a supply boat gently hidden. I got some goodies that should help out with the next set of objectives," the man said heading towards the hidden supply boat.
He turned his back to Mantis and proceeded to the boat.
"When your friends get here, meet me at the boat. It shouldn't be hard to find."
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Chephros
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The Blood Ambassador
I play the game of life, Double or nothing.
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Post by Chephros on May 23, 2007 17:41:37 GMT -5
Chephros simply walked along and almost let his eyes close while walking. He was rather bored now, having done nothing beyond intimidate the idiots at the parking lot, and even then he hadn't really intimidated them, rather charged one and then ran under cover of some flash and smoke grenades.
"Let's get on with this."
He said it roughly and almost monotonely annoyed. He would rather be beating the crap out of something right now then walking around a city trying to find out where things were and how to move around without being detected much. He had his stealthy sides when he needed them, but right now whoever was following them knew who they were. Screw stealth, they needed to fight and destroy. Then again, their 'mission' was to get food.
'Damnit Denton...'
That guy really bugged the demon, and a vindictive demon was not one to piss off. Even if it was a weak one, a vindictive demon who was pissed off and hunting someone would definitely do things the smart and patient way, hence how he had managed to wait for months before hunting a lone girl in the woods in a god forsaken village.
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Post by fishtie on May 26, 2007 3:20:34 GMT -5
"Don't you worry your little head. I've got the package right here, safe and sound." Machal motioned to his left hand as he followed after Torn. He stayed close behind the elder keeping his senses open for any signs of ambush. He didn't want to be caught off guard, and would warn the others if he picked up any strange scents like gunpowder or adrenal heavy sweat. "So where to now? My directions are a bit screwed up thanks to the sudden air travel."
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Mantis
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It's the little things that matter.
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Post by Mantis on May 29, 2007 12:08:03 GMT -5
Mantis stood there after nodding to the tall african man. He put a spy bug to good use and had a moth follow the man to the side of the pier, where a relatively small boat awaited, hidden by the pier itsself. When the three walked over, "Mantis." He said, bowing his head slightly. Then, "Follow him, he's in charge." He nodded toward the man who'd walked away. As they would start walking, The bug manipulator would walk along side the taller boy who now held the food.
"What happened to the other guy?" He'd ask simply, keeping pace with Julie clutching his right hand. Once they got to the dock, he'd look on at the boat, resting his hand on the wood railing. The man said he'd wanted to show them something, so it would be seen.
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Post by Tristan Knightrhode on May 29, 2007 12:17:25 GMT -5
Tristan's steel toed boots clacked against the wood, making repetitive dull thuds that were echoed by the werewolf's and Torm's. As they came up on the young man, who was known as Mantis, and the child, Tristan nodded back and stated his own name, "Tristan Knightrhode." Then, when the boy indicated to the tall black man, he turned in that direction and began walking.
When he came up on the edge of the Pier, he looked over to see the boat. "What's this about?" He asked the man, leaning over the guard rail, careful not to bother Igneus in his coat. As the others would walk up, Tristan would glance over at them, now not really sure what was going on. Wasn't the mission just to get some food? They had the food, so they should head to the teleporters. Hell, Igneus could teleport them all to the academy gates with ease. Do it from central park and no one would see.
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Post by The Corrector on Jul 23, 2007 19:43:26 GMT -5
The Director is not feeling well and asked me to wrap this up in his stead.
Chephros: +10 exp. Item: "Special D-13 Omni Purpose Motion Detector" (+2 Wis, +2 Int.) [Already given] Mantis: +10 exp. Item: "Special D-13 Omni Purpose Motion Detector" (+2 Wis, +2 Int.) [Already given] Machal: +10 exp. Item: "Special D-13 Omni Purpose Motion Detector" (+2 Wis, +2 Int.) [Already given] Tristan: +6 exp. Item: "Special D-13 Omni Purpose Motion Detector" (+2 Wis, +2 Int.) Tormaigh: +6 exp. Item: "Special D-13 Omni Purpose Motion Detector" (+2 Wis, +2 Int.)
Eric, as it is obvious by his guest status, has left the board. He would have received +4 exp and the item he'd already recieved for his efforts if he were still aboard.
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