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((Oh! I thought you were talking about Renard. We'll blame it on adrenaline.

And I like my nameless lackeys. Besides, they shan't be nameless forever, and they're his main source of combat ability. Elementalism is his secondary discipline. But... Yeah, you can kill him, 'cuz he'll just be back. He's the product of necromancy! The soul dun die! biggrin Just... you'll kinda have to disassemble him.))
Paul swerved slightly to try and pull up beside the van. Then his glasses had some sort of sickly off-white liquid blown onto them by the wind. He glanced down at the hand on the wheel and finally noticed Bernard's spell - and with it came the pain. This could make it harder to drive. He needed to concentrate, and interestingly, he did so; pus boiling up and exploding was rather insignificant compared to bullet wounds that many a man had dealt with in combat.

Plus, this reminded Paul of his sunburn he had gotten at the family reunion, and this was magically caused. And that just irritated him.

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SCAR-man's lunge bounced off of Marco, and as he rolled to turn himself back into Marco, he drew his SCAR from his back, shouting, "Now just stay, won't you!?" He emptied the remainder of its magazine point-blank into Marco; however, instead of bullets, needles of ice poured from the barrel. Whatever they struck, ice began to form around them, rather quickly, with the effect of immobilizing a foe.

Meanwhile, now on his back, SCAR-man quickly began kicking backwards, as he dropped the rifle into his left hand and drew a sidearm with his right - a Five-seveN.
Paul:
Condition: Green
Mana: 91%
Athena KR6: <42>/42/42/42/42/42/42 (Special Rounds)
Glock 26: <7>/11/11/11

Fyrin:
Mana: 99%

SCAR-man:
Mana: 90%
SCAR CQC: <>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30
Five-seveN: <20>/20/20

G36C-man:
Mana: 90%
G36C: <31>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/14
92FS: <15>/15/15

AK74U-man:
Mana: 90%
AK74U: <10>/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30/30
1911: <8>/8/8/8

P90-man:
Mana: 90%
P90: <32>/50/50/50/50/50/50/50/50/50/50
USP .45: <12>/12/12

Paul slammed on the brakes, shouting expletives at the top of his lungs. The taxi lurched, slid, and came to a halt eventually on the sidewalk. Paul, swearing, pulled out his iPod, switched it to shadow bolts, and began squeezing the trigger, severing the bones. This was not particularly well thought out; Paul wanted to get back underway immediately.

Siber heard the screeching of brakes and turned, seeing the taxi come to an abrupt halt. None of the kids were choking, so he took a second to scout with his third eye. Chakras that were not Paul's were exploding from his hands and chest. This was decidedly not good.


Siber immediately concentrated his energies on his fourth chakra, the protective one, and summoned the dragonfly into existence. This took a few minutes, so he made sure he had his eyes on the children, who had huddled together after encouragement from the older ones. He sent the dragonfly buzzing after the taxi, then bade it use its power to sever the connection between the opposing power and Paul's body. It landed on the bones to do this. It took some time, but when it was done, bone fragments were petrified and dead in Paul's lap and the wounds on his hands had cooled. The bug vanished.
Siber clenched his teeth.
He turned to the kids. "One of you explain to me everything you know about the situation." He was no longer in a good mood. "I'm obviously not here to kill or maim you. Just-" he took a deep breath, knowing this was no way to deal with children. "I need information, or I can't fix this." Shortly afterwards, he had a vague idea of who the good guys were. However, he still had a horde of children and no way to ensure their safety if he left them alone. Well - "alone" being a relative term. So he stood his ground, keeping his Ajna open to the battle while he waited for some form of backup. It would be nice if Agrotera and Kayla and Erik and chaos hadn't abandoned the situation, he considered. Any one of them could potentially be trusted to handle either the kids or the situation up ahead.

((Moment of bitterness at people leaving the RP without warning... evil I need the domo emoticon back.))

Samuel nodded his head in recognition of his mistake. The request caused him to raise an eyebrow curiously as he picked up a rock and tossed it at the Sage.

((Venom-sama, do you really think it appropriate to short-material one of the people who isn't inclined to post multiple times a day? Minor character control is fine, especially in teaching demonstrations...

"I feel left out" Not really, but still, I found it rather... coincidental that all of the active players decided to make their characters interact in a violent battle-conflict-thingy. Honestly, it didn't really make any sense that the warlocks were able to sense the group, because they did not make any power exertion until the conflict began.

In any case, help speed things up a little, Venom... >.>))

((Yeah, that was my entry point as well. for Joe, at least. Marco was looking for it.))

The ice hit Marco and he felt himself freezing. For the first time, he began cracking, his breathing rate increasing and his eyes widening. He was about to scream when Renard's counterattack cracked the ice a bit.
With a panicked lurch, Marco broke free of the ice. He stood quickly and patted himself down, getting the ice off. He looked up to see the SCAR guy lying on his back with a sidearm aimed at him.
"That...was not smart," he said, his voice low and his eyes menacing. His body twitched slightly and a rush of wind filled the van, although it was not elemental in origin. Marco took two quick steps forward and punched SCAR in the head; about six inches out, Marco's hand stopped, although SCAR still jerked back and holes appeared.
"Silly fool," Marco said. "It's a shame no one here has noticed me yet. I do so love that look they get." He wrenched his hand viciously.

((Venom knows what I'm talking about here, yeah?))

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Joe heard the words and looked up curiously. "Hadn't noticed him...?" Joe sent out a magic pulse and was nearly blinded by the amount of magic the van. "Yeah. Let someone else do that."

((SirBayer: I don't know either. *shrug* Joe? And yes, I do know what the 'noticing' thing was about. But that punch, not so much.))

Joe was looking down when he began to feel... excited. Energetic. He felt abnormal amounts of magic around him. To a viewer's third eye, there would be an enormous well of Crossover pouring from him.

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The rock was turned to gravel, scattering in every direction, as it hit shield while the Sage stared into the distance. "Good. Now yours."

Samuel inhaled, calmed himself, and read it off perfectly. The Sage whispered something and sliced a chunk of rock up from the ground and tossed it at Samuel. It did the same thing. "Very good. Now...."

The Sage's head snapped in the direction of the fighting. It hadn't concerned him... until now. "Your target," Rice said with a deep breath, "Has just gone active. Third eye and you should see it quite clearly. Come on." Just as Samuel had turned his third eye that way, he was able to see, having unfocused from the book, that there was a mess of Crossover pouring from around a van "highlighted" by its surroundings. The Sage was on a cell phone.

"I need a teleport. Now. The Djinni-powered boy has just started channeling again. Okay. Good." The Sage hung up the phone and grabbed Samuel's shoulder. "Here we go." In the span of ten to the negative forty-fourth power seconds, they had ceased to be in the abandoned lot and were now on a rooftop about two miles in front of the van.

((Remember what I said about Sages: their specialties are destructive magic and mobility magic.))

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Renard frowned as he felt his biomancy being cut off. He formed and released some spores clustered with slightly "altered" explosive bacteria into the wake of the van and turned to Siber, who had clearly cut him off.

"I assume I can trust you not to harm these children if I go up on the roof?" Renard asked, launching another kinetic blast at the roof from within the van at Marco just to be disruptive.

((About the van: The inside is akin to the size of an 18-wheeler and has inertia-reducing properties, thus the "into the clown car, kids" comment earlier. The top and sides would be difficult to measure because they don't stay exactly the same often. However, suffice to say, the roof is now many yards across in both directions without spilling over the sides of the van or distorting its shape. A demon wizard did it. ))

((Nope. But it's about to. twisted ))

"Oh, I can," Renard replied to Siber, vibrating his eardrum directly. "In optimal conditions. I can interpret the movements of a human's throat, tongue, and lips from nearly thirty miles. Anyway. Our problem. I believe there are at least two Sages up ahead, and if they get involved, this whole area is going to end up as dust, ashes, and craters very rapidly. Can you get them away from here?"

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More syllables flowed from Sage Rice's mouth as he read from his tome. Cracks began to run down the pillars supporting an overpass, but only a magical genius would be able to pinpoint the exact effect of what he was doing. Every once in a while, a Sage was genuinely capable of subtlety, and he was one of them.