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 Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:02 pm
Fyrin stared at it. There was no way he was just going to walk in and walk out. Was there? He was clever, but... no, that would be badly planned. Five men, armed, trouncing into a building. Not a good idea.
Not while they were tired, anyway.
The Eiffel Tower seemed an altogether too nearby monument with a good view of the building. He guided his men quietly up the street, keeping clear of police officers and casting spells to prevent anyone from staring at the military-quality weapons they were carrying. Or the gas masks. The gas masks were weird too.
A few minutes later he sat well concealed on one of the beams of the highest point of the Eiffel Tower. With the right spells set up, not a soul would look twice.
He finally allowed himself to relax and sleep.
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Paul awoke.
How long had he been sleeping? Not long... why was he awake? He picked himself up, reached for his glasses - oops, he hadn't replaced those. Out of the building went he, back out to the networks of catwalks. Where was he going? A terminal? No, he was going somewhere else... where was he going? Somewhere public. A library or something. He felt renewed, even after a little sleep. He wanted to learn something.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 9:05 pm
"So, how are we gonna do this? That...what was it? Mana battery? Anyway, won't that thing catch their attention, you know, like immediately. I can feel that thing and I'm still magically retarded." Jacob said to Joe.
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Posted: Tue Nov 11, 2008 11:21 pm
Roland and Ohanzee knew nothing of Tyrg; it had come into existence after their deaths.
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Paul recalled seeing a reference to something referred to as the "Central Xanadu Information Hub" when he'd checked the terminal.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 12:15 pm
"Deaths" being in quotation marks.
Joe shrugged. "Well, Stonehands - that's the the guy that hired us - said that the Tyrg are really not good at noticing mana. Course, that means they'll notice if I light up, but I think we'll be OK.
"Speaking of your magical retardation, what all do you feel comfortable using? I need to know in a fight what I can expect."
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 1:28 pm
Paul thought of thix CXIH. Darn. No good with that acronym.
He moved towards where he thought the terminal had indicated it was.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 2:17 pm
Jacob nodded in understanding. He paused for a moment, recollecting his thoughts and determining what he felt comfortable with, "Well, I'm doing okay with fire, but I haven't gotten the chance to try wind yet." he informed Joe.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 6:00 pm
Paul found the number of normally-omnipresent terminals around him seemed to be thinning out until he reached an enormous domed building within the dome, near the center, from which all of the buildings seemed to radiate.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 6:12 pm
((Post here and in Syndicate later. Maybe tomorrow.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:27 pm
Joe sighed. "OK...for you, what does 'comfortable' mean?"
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:38 pm
Paul moved up and into to the building. Dang, why was everything so big and impressive? Why didn't the build more stuff like this without magic?
Well, duh.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:47 pm
Jacob shrugged, "I can make it work most of the time."
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:50 pm
What Paul witnessed dwarfed everything computer-related he'd ever seen. Dozens of enormous gray metal boxes - no, hundreds - were mounted on walls and the ceiling, wired into mana battery. Computers with seats were arranged in countless rows and columns.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 7:52 pm
Joe nodded. "I guess that'll work. At the very least, they won't be able to sense you at all."
Soon after, they were landing in NY.
((I'm movin this one quick, since I don't want to be stuck again.))
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:12 pm
Paul stared. Paul stared some more. Then he stared again. Then he tried to recover his eyeballs. It was a futile effort; his eyes roved across the massive banks of machines placed before them. Oh, high heavens. This was beautiful. It made him almost want to cry. He'd done quite a bit of Comp Sci in college, but... my gosh, nothing was like this. Nothing.
He moved over to a computer, took a seat, then on a whim decided to start looking up names. Fyrin mal'Reist. Joe Simpson. Siber Roelan Terrier. Quick-fire-like, he decided on those particular names and punched them into the most apparent search-type text field, slammed the enter key, and allowed the separate tabs to load, presumably pretty quickly.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2008 8:20 pm
Paul glanced between tabs and...
Oh, s**t. He could change the tabs with his eye movements.
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