Welcome to Gaia! ::

((So I suppose the non-movement of this RP makes me leaving Gaia for the time being not as bad of news for this crowd? Or does that mean I'm pushing the RP closer to death? Ah well. I won't be able to get on Gaia frequently or even regularly in the near future, so I bid you all a farewell for the time being. If this place is still alive when I get back, I'll be glad to join back in, even though it might be kinda funky. As for Samuel... He really has no direction in life, and I'm pretty sure I've gotten across the proper personality sets in my past posts, so Venom can run him till I get back, I'm guessing.))

((Dude, I'm still waiting for developments; I could make them myself, but I don't know Venom's plans. And does anyone know where Kayla is?))

Legion sent his message. The warlocks who still allied themselves with him gathered in the central hall as he gave finalized assignments; Takeshi and Ted preventing police response, Samuel murdering students indiscriminately with Joe protecting him, and the others with him, to make his announcement to the world with the capture of a small local TV station which, with minor magic adjustments, would broadcast to every TV in the world, regardless of channel or access to a power supply.

Each group entered a car with a Forsaken behind the wheel and began to head towards their destinations; one to the broadcasting station, the other two to USC.
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"Sir, we're going to have a huge problem, very soon," one of the technicians called out.

"What is it?" Alan asked, walking over to look at the screen. "Oh, s**t." Apparently he understood more of the rapidly rising graph than the others in the room.

"What is it?" Linda asked, bringing up the question everyone wanted answered.

"That," the technician said gloomily, "Is a graph of L.A.'s unreality levels. Basically, how much magic is being used." He flicked his hand around a little and another graph, also rising but much less rapidly, appeared in a smaller box. "That's our levels. The rest is Legion and his warlocks. They're getting ready for something big."

"Get ready to respond to them," Josh commanded. "Alan, get teleportation channels running, now. You two have blood pacts to make."

The process was short, and a little bit of a threat was implied, but it was binding as only magic could be.

Pact completed, Kayla looked over to Josh, a slight smile back in place on her lips. The cut used to extract the blood had been healed back up again, and as a side effect her wrist was feeling a lot better. "Hey, we'll need to split up for this, won't we? How's that going to work? Because If I can have my transformation set up already, that will make everything go much more smoothly."

Siber grimaced at the cut, but complained about the one on his chin instead. "So does going about on your orders constitute running away, or will I slowly disintegrate or whatever from the moonblade when I try to carry out orders? And I have no plans for groupings, but assuming we find these people's exact locations, I want to take on Gurul, unless that would cause awful strategic issues."

Ted was looking around for Takeshi. He still didn't know all the names for people, well, nobody except Legion. Man, he really needed to start interacting with people more. {Duh, ya think?}

Shut up. What do you know, anyways?

{More than you. Remember, I have another full life over you.}

True. Okay, what should we do about this?

{Wow. Asking my opinion? I'm impressed.} Hideki started to laugh, causing Ted to grouse around a bit.

Shut up.

Looking over his surroundings, Ted wondered where the best area to create a diversion would be. They had to keep the police away, but how to do that? That was when he noticed a group of people. Okay, more like a gang. All of 'em hanging out in front of a fast food joint. That should work out nicely. "Takeshi. See that group of people over there? I think I know how to keep the police occupied for a while."