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((haha! i was doing the same thing right before i left, Siber. I actually asked Venom if we could go through and modify the changes in our characters, ie Joe being more than a -2 now.
also gives me sweet ideas on where to take my character though, you know? and i agree about the drawing.))

((On the subject of secondary characters: What I'm looking for in secondary characters is mainly Council dudes; that's the only primary thing. This will be easier once I've posted the full list of the Council Members, and the only group that can't be chose for you guys is the Maskers, simply because they're universally hated and changing powers every time you kill something complicates things too much. And something else I can't say yet. If you want, I can post the list now, or we can wait until your actual introduction to the full Council.
On the subject of trope invocation: I have spent absurd amount of time on that sight - I can recognize almost any trope just by name. If you guys don't feel like familiarizing yourself with them, that's completely okay. I've probably spent too much time on that site anyway. xd If we do want to add this, I have a pretty simple way of adapting Cam's rules to Cabal.
On the subject of plot dilution: I actually am, at this point, getting into the main part I was looking forward to, once CERTAIN PEOPLE ACHERONSIMI have posted so I can finish off getting the characters allied with the primary blocs of the Council of 27 for the various Council combat arcs.
On the subject of profile changes: Sure, just PM me the changes you want and I'll edit your profile. I never remembered to reply about that, did I, Joe? sweatdrop
On the subject of suggestions/complaints: If you have any, post them here or PM them to me, please! I really do want to hear them.))

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The Sage smiled. "See that mark over the 'a' there? It needs to be... hollow. Empty. That seems to be the last of your major stumbling points." He demonstrated the way Samuel was pronouncing it. "Now, when I do it."

He pronounced the spell carefully and there was a brief implosion of air as he stabilized the shield.

"Now watch, toss a rock or something at me," the Sage told Samuel.

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Renard grimaced. "All right, kids, everyone into the clown car," he commanded, gesturing at the van." He turned to Fyrin. "That magic felt kind of like yours - straight pulling of Crossover. I'm thinking a Cabal member or one of the other mage groups, possibly. Except the Sages, naturally. Probably not a druid, either. Maybe a Warlock Hunter, which we be bad for us, or a Demon Hunter, which would be terrible for us. Either way, we need to go."

"We're in a van full of children, we're not trapping them yet," Renard snapped. "Besides, this thing's going to transform rapidly from van to barbecue if it's a decent Elementalist who wants us dead. I can fireproof my skin, but I doubt the kids in the back can. Whoever's checking will probably be following our magic trail anyway."

Joe pulsed again. "It's-wait!" He jerked in a southward direction. "They're headed away in that direction." Joe stood and headed for the door. "Wait here. I can catch em better than you."
He ducked out the door and into a nearby alley. With another pulse to make sure he was headed in the right direction, Joe gathered his mana and called the wind.
Wind was perhaps the hardest element to control. Fickle and ever-changing, it couldn't be ordered, only given suggestions. This would be a though one.
Joe told it that there might be a lot of excitement if he caught up to that van. The wind agreed, insomuch as it could, and Joe blasted upward and forward, headed after the van at a much higher velocity than it was moving.

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Marco looked around. He sensed a magical pulse from...nearby? He opened his own third eye in time to see a can go rolling by that had a higher-than-normal magic level. With a shrug, he stood and began to head in that direction.

Siber wrapped up his session with the druid as quickly as possible. A nice paralyzing venom had been the result of their chat, one that was fairly easy to draw out of the foods Siber kept with him.
Keldan mused.
"Anthony, looks like I have to bail on you. Entertaining things are happening that I feel like I should know about. Not that you're not teaching me entertaining things, but my comrades are involved.
"Paul, what's going on, and what's your location? If you can spare time, could come pick me up? Otherwise, let me know and I'll get there myself."
He started preparing Centauri for a ride.

((Really? I like Bernard better. xp ))

Paul grunted. "Joe picked up on something powerful. Something magical's mucking about in the city and we honestly have no idea who or what. Joe went off the catch him, I was gonna catch up, but I can grab you on my way, I think I see you as is."

Sure enough, Paul screeched the taxi up onto the sidewalk, nearly hitting the park bench Siber had been sitting on moments before. He kicked open the passenger's door from the inside, shouting out the window, "Let's go, man, let's go!"

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Fyrin nodded. "Do what you can. I'll get these kids where they're going." Fyrin started into a corner rather hard, sending most of the kids, all of his men, and even Renard to the left side of the van with significant speed. They pulled out of the corner smoothly, and the van kept on trundling, whizzing by other cars like a vehicle possessed. Which, in a way, it was; there was something terribly unholy in control.

Siber jumped in the passenger side door and they sped off after the van. Still working on summoning Centauri, he began manipulating his chakras around some peanuts in a pocket. In not too terribly long, they would excrete a chemical/magical paralytic venom which he would spread on one of his knives that wasn't the new phase one.
"Hey, Paul. Could you put a mute on the pennies? Feedback is problematic. Besides that, how are you liking your gun?"
He looked around the taxi and sniffed. Keldan grumbled.


Siber considered the police situation in Iraq in a new light.