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((Probably last post. It's been a wonderful ride; I wish I had time to keep up with this. If I left anyone out of my farewell, just let me know and I'll edit. So I guess I'll TTYL.))

Siber turned to Agnese. "Well, there are the people with their skins ripped/chewed/sawed/picked off."
Then he addressed the whole. "Well, It appears as though this is under control." At the very least, he hadn't gotten a response from anyone. "It's been a pleasure meeting everyone." He started with Paul, crouching by him and touching his mind as lightly as possible, hoping it wasn't too painful, if at all. It was nice knowing you, dude. Stay in touch; I don't want to lose this forever. And don't let it rule you, either. We are, immutably, Warlocks. We are not, though, beholden to the whims of whoever sees that we are the right tools. I'm fairly certain you'll all be able to contact me, frightening as that may be. Rest well.
He got up and went over to Agnese. "I... didn't really know you that well. I'm not sure if I ever even learned your name. So... farewell. Other guy" he looked to Keilvan "and Jacob, same really applies to you. All of you, have fun with your lives."
Moving on, he approached Samuel, who had come and joined the rest of them. "Samuel... I think I would have been friends with you if your ancestor and mine didn't have a tremendous, deeply engraved hatred for one another. And, of course, if we were on the same side of this war. It's been interesting to meet you, and I'm entirely ambivalent towards your death. Live well. Or die well, if that's how it ends." He shook hands with Samuel and moved on to the comatose bodies.
"Linda... hm. Well, you definitely can't hear me." He spoke to her mind. But you're interesting, as is your ancestor. Maybe we'll see each other again.
"Joshua." And that was that.
"Takeshi... I'll see ya." The two of them didn't have much of a history. Except that Takeshi had saved his life once or twice. "Thanks for keeping me alive before I turned on you. You're an excellent fighter.
"Joe," he called, "I'm not dying, and I'm betraying no one. At least, I'm no longer betraying myself. Not to sound like some sort of prophet or anything, but do not let the destiny the world has set for you control you. I'm not saying to walk away. I'm saying that obligation can kill a man long before his time, and it has before.
"Anyway." He had subtly moved himself to the outside of the group, and was now facing them all. He bowed. "Again. May your lives be fantastic and full of glory. I take my leave." He threw down the remainder of his smoke bombs, wrapped himself in Centauri, and flew off to the nearest gas station. After a hastily-bought snack-meal (hasty at the cashier's and patrons' harried behest), he got himself directions and flew home, every once in a while stopping to refuel Centauri. The whole way, he went over and over whether he had done the right thing, said the right words. In the end, there was no turning back. If he was needed, he would heed the call. Otherwise... he needed to stitch together the remains of his life. With his uncle's help, it wouldn't be so hard, and with Keldan's, it would be even easier. But it would take work, and it would take time. His ride with that group had been a good one. Considering the leaf the druid had left him, he kept it with him, in case he absolutely required contact.
In the end, he managed to get things mostly under control. Occasionally, someone's musings would come too close to truth, and he would need to practice evasive maneuvers to turn them astray again, but overall, he returned to a normal life. Except that, as only a few people noticed, on and off again, strange creatures would be seen exploring the campus, one with a giant eyeball that moved like lightening, one a heron with beautiful wings who flew with the very definition of grace, one a suit of armor with tree limbs growing from its back, and there were others. He trained when he could, knowing that the time might come when he may be asked to join the fray. But he didn't let it worry him.

Oh, and his hair was absolutely fantastic.

((Haha! As in, Duke Yang? H'o s**t!
Siber...you'll be back. You always are.))

Joe stalked silently through the airport, hanging behind and to the right of the group. His eyes were on the ground. Any civilians that got too close found that there was an intense heat radiating from him, although at the same time it wasn't coming exactly from him.

Alan approached Paul, a grim expression on his face. "The base where we kept Melissa was attacked," he stated bluntly. "She survived, but... she had to kill several Sages with a rifle she picked up off one of our dead men and she's not taking it very well."

Alan nodded. "I'll be back for you guys later," he assured the others. He grabbed Paul's shoulder and led him behind a desk. They sank into the shadow and emerged in a gray room in the shadow of a table. Beside it was an empty chair. Melissa sat on the floor in a corner, hugging her knees and staring off into the distance. Her eyes were rather red.

((But... but this game is so addicting! D:

Okay, fine.... <_< Fine. razz ))

The lights flickered in the airport. A number of people began expressing discomfort. Then, they all shut off. People began screaming.

Then, Unreality signature began popping up throughout the crowd as many of them took on animalistic forms. Many others in the crowd pulled pistols and other small weapons from their surroundings and clothing and began to open fire on the Hunters and associated demons. Muzzle flashes illuminated the scene.

Joe looked at the body he had punched through. It was not a demon; he could feel the rapidly disappearing energy and realized that first, the energy felt different, and second, no other demon had ever put up that little of a fight. A wolf grin looked up at him and it held up a switch in its left hand. A bomb jacket detonated, flinging shrapnel into the surrounding area.

The crowd was making it difficult to fight without causing massive injuries to people, and in midday the streets would be just as bad.

((Joe: That's fine. *Referring to a PM*))

At approximately this time, a wave of miasma began to creep into the building. The humanoid beings with guns were moving, as well, at superhuman speeds.

Several werecreatures approached, backed up by the automatic-rifle-wielding humans. Fierce grins showed pointed canines. Further rifle fire ensued.