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8:44 James
Standing in the shadows of a building close to the accident scene, James watched the Watchers, mulling over his options.
He could approach them, greet them and hope they held some answers for him, but seeing how threy had handled what was evidently an attack on them, he doubted they knew much.
There was something odd about the whole situation, beyond the fact that a band of magic-users had just been bombarded in a cafe.
Perplexed, James drew his arms through some complex maneuvres; relying more on his elbows than his hands, and then stopped; drawing the nail of each forfinger over his eyelids.
As thin film of purple light coated his black eyes, refracting his vision.
There were still remnant particles of the attack, some kind of fireball probably, which floated around the scene jauntily. This had been fairly obvious to James, but he looked more carefully,deeper. It seemed odd that so many watchers had gathered here to be attacked, that he himself had been drawn here once he had escaped.
There. Under one of the broken tables a Siren calling; though damaged now, to the few who could hear it. Probably laid by the Banished or their servants, though possibly by a rogue watcher out for revenge. the little enchantment would subliminally pulling Watchers and the untrained, to where they could be dealt with easily.
With a slashing movement of his wrist, James destroyed the Siren.
And kept watching. |
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Day 1. 8:45am. Tiernan.
"Hey, Ace--what's happened? What should I do?"
Tiernan didn't have time to deal with the humans. The Banished had struck, and he was stuck because none of the Watchers present were experienced enough to know how to react to a direct goddamn order. There he was, blood dripping down his arm and onto the debris littered floor, and all they could do was stare. Bastards.
He turned to face the young woman that had tapped him on the shoulder and shook his head slowly. "You need to get out of here. I'm with the FBI--was working on a sting operation, but it looks like it's gone bad. Go now, and find someplace safe. Call this number when you're out of harm's way." He flicked a matte black business card with glossed black script out to her and then turned his back on her. "Take them all with you, if you can get them to move."
Tiernan didn't have the patience to deal with rookie Watchers--he had a Banished to kill. He stepped outside the ruined cafe once more--
--and his eyes met with James. Tirnan's eyes narrowed. He was dressed as an EMT, but Tiernan knew those eyes anywhere. The veteran Watcher had gone missing some time ago, after a major battle with the enemy. The last Tiernan had seen of him, he was pursuing a particularly slippery opponent. They had lost contact soon after, and he had been missing ever since. Even Oracle's powerful divination had been unable to locate him. His reappearance this close to an attack was unsettling at best. |
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Day 1- 8:42 a.m. Lamiaferox
The sensation of heat and free falling take over Lamia's world as the blast envelopes the area. Her head bounces off of a table and shrapnel leaves cuts randomly across her body, depths ranging from cat scratch thin, to stab wound deep. She lands hard on her right arm, the one that was bent behind her back twisting her hair in slow circles. The snap of her humorous bone cannot be heard, but the pain shooting through her arm and the bone peeking out of its fleshly sleeve tell how badly it's broken. Blood sinks into the fabrics of her shirt, and undergarment as well as her overstuffed backpack, as Lamia fights to stay awake and alert.
Smoke and settling dust filled her throat and she coughed suddenly and violently. She heard people and movements, but her head was still swimming from the encounter it had with the table that was now laying in pieces next to and on top of her and she could not make out what was being said. A strong male voice came out of no where, and his words were strangely clear, like they were being said from inside her head instead of audibly.
“Break cover and listen closely. I need someone to Bind this, and someone to get these people to safety. I also need--Need one of you contact Oracle to get in touch with the others. Take these people to a Sanctuary. This place was targeted for a reason, and I intend to find out what that reason is. No questions, just do it." She heard him say as she foggily fought her way to a standing position, using the still intact wall near her. She understood not a word of what he said, so disregarded what he said as soon as she heard it. She needed to get out of there, and fast.
Her broken arm hung limply and awkwardly at her side, and her face was twisted in agony. She stumbled towards the close by door, vision blurry, and lungs’ trying to rid themselves yet of what was already mostly clear. She bent over and wretched just inside the door, but having not eaten this day, nothing but bile and phlegm came out. She just wanted to collapse, once out though, she would do what she could to run as far and fast as she could. She exited the building, but got jolted on her right from trying to squeeze past a two men staring at each other. She screamed and her body jolted in the opposite direction causing her to fall onto the man she least wanted to be in contact with, the black clad heartbreaking hero… |
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