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Duncan: ~The "Give Peace a Chance" alley~

"Make love, not war, make love, not war, make love, not war..."

Yep that's X alright. Celestial hippies. Just what I need.

"Cripes, don't you recongize him? It's X! X!"

WHo the hell says "Cripes!" in this day and age anyway?

Yep that's X alright.

I thought I was acquainted with his more unorthodox methods of crowd control...being a peacemongering hippy wasn't one of them. Yeah I knew he was a tree-hugger...just didn't expect him to come out of the closet like this...hehehe....

The cops turned around...impecable timing X. Just as they did I got up...still in pain...and began jogging towards the alley's exit...I was out in the clear now...as I ran, I waved at X.

Thanks buddy.

Yeah I still hate Celestials. This one's OK though.

Lesee now....FM....FM HQ...where in the bloody hell am I? Which way's north?

Just keep running Duncan....just keep running....

Parafli ~With Dierdre and Korin~

"2 organizations asking for my help within one day... I guess I just don't come off as the type you want to avoid anymore."

Chuckling, he waited for the 2 thugs coming towards him. He didn't make a move as they advanced, until one lifted his knife and charged. Moving swiftly, Parafli kicked out the man's legs. As he fell face first, Parafli slammed the dagger into the ground with the point up. The man could see where he was headed as he fell, but there was nothing he could do. Slamming into the ground, the dagger impaled itself into his forehead, killing him instantly.

The man's helper for the attack stared down at his falln comrade in silent awe. Using his shock as an advantage, Parafli pulled his deceased enemie's knife out of his limp hand and brought it up in a vertical slash across his chest. The thug stumbled away from him a few steps, before he flat out collapsed onto his back. He was dead before he hit the ground.

"You two..."

Parafli muttered. He was also growing weary. After using all his celestial powers to get away from the cops following his "fun" wih the FM agent and the AGSA member, he was relying souly on skill with the blade. And, though he had plenty of that, he was still getting tired.

But, none the less, he wasn't NEARLY as tired as the two women obviously were.

"...you're both exhausted, and thanks to these idiots you're having some trouble breathing. So get outta here... don't argue with me, and don't take it as pity either - if you died here, the cops would just assume *I* killed you... I don't mind them chasing me for things I DID do, but I REALLY hate being blamed for things I wasn't a part of."

Nodding at them, he suddenly spun around and drove his foot into the rib cage of another thug who seemed to think Parafli didn't know he was sneaking up on him. The man's ribs caved under the pressure of Parafli's kick, collapsing on his heart. Wheezing, the man fell onto his rump and coughed up blood, before crumpling to a heap on the ground.

"So it's a simple trade off. You don't want to die, and I don't want to be accused of killing you. Fair enough? Good. Now get outta here..."

He muttered softly, pulling back the sleeves of his shirt. Both hands glew green as he closed his eyes, gaining the energy needed to propel this technique. There was still a good 20 thugs left... if this didn't take them all down at once, Parafli was finished. He barely had enough energy to do this move in the first place, so after he was finished he would barely be able to move. He just hoped he'd be able to move enough to get himself into a solitudal location, so that he didn't get busted during his much needed after faint.

((Meh, lazy. Let's just say the cop people NPC's got confuzzled and sufficiently distracted by the bouncing metal; Duncan and Thessally got away. Go them! Whoot! heart ))

Deirdre: ~Lower Level, Mytirilis Ave.~

While the chaos ensued, Deirdre watched from behind. So, he was 'one of those' - a Celestial who saw nothing wrong with killing; it was a kill or be killed world, right? This was an attitude that Deirdre didn't necessarily agree with, but her work in Isis had introduced her to tons of the types. They did have a point, of course...for a Celestial, that was the world - kill or, rather unattractively, be killed. But Deirdre still felt guilt for that one man she'd killed while escaping Chrest, and he was a monster of a man that enjoyed the pain the experiments induced.

I suppose if I concentrate enough, I might be able to fight a little, but there's no guarantee that I won't end up our like our confident guy over here and be lying on my back in a few minutes.

"I agree," said Deirdre, speaking quickly and slating her eyes towards the approaching thugs. Her tone had turned a little colder since she'd seen him unleash his violence. "that there's no way in heck you have a chance, I don't care how strong you are as a Celestial. Come back to Isis with us. You don't have to join...just live. You won't for long if you prowl the streets in this condition."

This is not the first combat he's seen today. What's going on in the city? Regardless if I like his methods or not, I'm not about to allow him in front of Hiram's firing squad.

Hiram: ~Outside Magazine Shop, Westcheston Street~

"Luca?" His mind scanned the new information for any recongition. No, he'd never met/read about/heard about any man named Luca. "Finding me might be a problem." His gruff voice paused for a second as he realized how utterly helpless he was going to sound in about five seconds. "I've been....well, blinded...by one of those Celestials. I don't have a damnedest idea where I am myself."

Releasing the cell phone from its position by his ear for a moment, he leaned his head back as he realized what he would need to do.

Hiram hated acting, and especially feeling, helpless. And most of the time, even when pitted against the likes of powerful Celestial beings, he wasn't. He'd mastered the art of learning when to shoot, and when to run like hell. He knew the expressions on the monster's face when they working their satanic brand of 'magic', and several different ways to get out of the potentially bad situation that might bring. He had a quiet life in the better sections of town even though he was an underpaid cop, and though his wife might rely on him, he made sure he never relied on anybody.

But he had no choice - he'd have to find a warm body, and explain to them in simpering tones that he lost his seeing-eye dog; could they please help a poor blind man with directions and transport?

"Never mind." He growled, making sure the cool metal touched his ear again. "I'll get there myself. Just get down to HQ and bring Luna with you, or whatever their name was."

Parafli ~These are quite pointless sometimes, no?~

Parafli blinked at Korin, allowing the wind energy he had been gaining to die out, returning it's energy to his blood cells. Smirking, he chuckled at her.

"...Alright, you win. I hate to admit it - but death doesn't sound quite as intriguing as a warm meal..."

Nodding in acknowledgement, he placed his dagger back in his belt carefully. There was a plastic cover that went over the blade part which he never bothered removing from his pants originally. Driving his elbow into the throat of one of the thugs, he watched him crumple to the ground in an unconcious heap. Turning to Dierdre now, he nodded at her. Though he was far too hardened to admit to even himself that he had any emotions besides uncaring, he appreciated their concern.

"Yes yes... though I never said I wouldn't join. I just said I've got 2 people asking me in the same day to join their little group. I might join you guys, who knows... being a loner just isn't as much fun these days. So then..."

As the thugs formed a weak circle around them, Parafli nodded at the two women.

"Are we walking, or do you have some mode of transportation around here?"

Luca:~Rennard Apartment Building~

"I understand that you're threatening me. Although I'm not sure why. I just want to ask you a few questions. It's my job to ask you a few questions. Would you like to answer them here?"

Aaaarrrggghhh!! Bloody relentless cop! He's gonna make me grow an ulcer!

Theer goes my concentration

I watched in horror as the spike of metal I was beginning to craft out of the debris suddenly let gravity act on it as it tore off the metal and fell to the floor with a soft clinking sound.

Oooooookay. SO maybe my bluff's been called

I slowly looked up at the cop and smiled hypocritically.

"Yeah we can talk here."

Crosse: ~Chrest HQ~

Crosse walked around the enormous office that topped the Kirielle Towers, secret HQ to the Chrest Organization. Which wasn't much of a secret anyways, seeing as how most people living in Andel assumed that's what went on inside the towers anyways. Besides, the media had managed to make it an urban legend before the CHrest PR machine had a time to react.

He lighted a cigarette and stopped in front of the 9 foot tall window that adorned the office, right behind his desk. The view of Andel and the barrier was marvellous from there. He took a puff of his cigarette, turning it up so as not to drop ash on the crimson red carpet that covered the entire office.

Oh, Adrienne. What are we going to do with this city? Heh heh heh.

He knew about the events that had went down earlier today. He knew everything from Hiram's crash, to Korin's water show, to Parafli's stunt to the ultimate demise of Sazuko and the peacemongering display of X. Everything. Crosse and Adrienne kept close check on each other (as well as scouts and snitches all over the city) and therefore seemed to be eavesdropping on both their agents more often than either of them cared to admit.

These are not the Celestials you're looking for Adrienne. She did not kill your puny dog's son. Hiram's gonna soon find out who did it.

Meanwhile, I have better things to do...that wind elemental kid has too much power inside him. Maybe I should send someone after him. And the psychic witch...she has more power than she realizes. I try not to mess with Isis too much though.

Taking over Andel one Celestial at a time.

Crosse reached for the Intercom on his desk

"Mirielle?", my lovely and rash secretary answered, "Get Mr. O'Malley in here."

We had assignments to be performed. O'Malley will bring me the kid.

Sammuel: Luca's Room

"Fair enough," he agreed, heartened by Luca's willingness to answer questions at all. Sammuel was not trying the tough guy act, and therefore came off more as an interested scholar. He took the metal chair, not quite sure yet if he understood Luca's power. Was his power with just anything? He didn't know it was with metal.

"How did you get that metal twisted around you? And are you hurt?" The last question was like an afterthought.