Welcome to Gaia! ::

((Ummm... got the children out a good many posts back. They've been sitting back eating sixlets.))

(Heheheh. Nice save.))

Siber widened his eyes, impressed.


"Yeah, I can do that. At the very least, I can herd them back a ways."
Siber turned to the kids and got some vague directions to places of residence. Luckily, one was away from the impending Sages. His senses sharpened momentarily as he felt Samuel's signature snap from one place to another, especially given exactly where it had gone to, but he had more important thing to deal with.
"All right, kids, let's see if I can get any of you home." He did a quick head count and, satisfied, got them to stay in a group in front of him, trying his best to look like a chaperone, although most chaperones have happy charges.
What could he do to improve the looks of the group? Any of the three dæmons he had let loose what felt like ages ago would have worked, but there was no way to call them now, and that would only make them more conspicuous. And the lesser panda was out of the question - he was irritated enough as it was.
Well, they could deal with being glum for a while. Maybe their bus got a flat tire and they decided to walk home, rather than wait. Yes. That was a good idea.

Paul, a good 200 yards behind the van, saw the puff of magic come from Renard. He wasn't sure what it was, but he steered clear of it, then saw an opening. He floored it, and after about ten seconds he had come to 150 yards behind the van.

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Fyrin shrugged. "Unless you can manage to disconnect every single little bone from each and every other one, they'll hold together well enough," Fyrin replied. "The soul inhabits all of the bones, and taking apart the bones doesn't disconnect the soul. It's not easy fighting without a head, but since they can still feel stuff, they could keep trying." Then Fyrin paused. "What's up with the guy behind us?" he shouted, looking back. Then he noticed Marco over the fallen form of One, doing... what? He couldn't tell; it didn't matter. Making a little finger gun with his pointer and middle fingers, he aimed directly at Marco, concentrated, then let off two carefully, carefully aimed bursts of fire.
Paul:
Condition: Green
Mana: 90%
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

((Now that Gaia isn't failing to load...))

((Joe's channeling activates subconsciously at this point. We worked it out in PMs. He's in control unless I feel like moving the story along.))

Fyrin's shot impacted Marco with only a fraction of the expected result. Before he could check why, they began to cross the overpass, which promptly buckled and began to collapse beneath ********," Renard hissed. He grunted as he threw all of his kinetics into lifting the van and getting it past the collapsed section and looked back at the crushed section of road and the backed-up traffic, leading right into the area that had taken the worst of the collapse. Dozens of people must have been killed or injured by that.

Oh well.

((Aaaahh, those things. Right.))

"s**t, he must have a hell of a strong Djinn backing him...." The Sage flipped his book a little as Joe failed to be harmed by Samuel's fireballs. "Step one, cut off his connection." He began to chant.

The Sage's subsequent attack began to tunnel through Joe's magic field.

--

Renard glared at Joe. He reeked of a Djinn's essence and the fire made it rather clear why. Having no more easily accessed physical body, Joe was now in the clear from his biomancy.

He was not clear from the attention he was attracting. "Skeleboy! We've got Warlock Hunters and Demon Hunters and a Djinn-fueled fireguy and at least two Sages and Werebeasts, and what feels like Shadowmen or Clockwork Knights closing on us! Most of them are secondary contractors, and therefore exempt from the Blademaster's ban, but ******** if we need this attention on us!" He blasted Joe out of the van with his kinetics and prepared to counter any attempts to re-board them. A tree erupted from the road yards down the road, growing as if viewed in a month-a-second time lapse. "Druids here too!" he added unnecessarily, despite that Fyrin had already guided them around said tree. "And mundane humans or vampires!" he called out with a groan, kinetically deflecting a rocket that looked to have been launched from the roof of a building.

"I think cyNet3 has started to butt in!" Fyrin replied as the van stopped responding to him, accelerating rapidly and dodging various things.

"s**t! Why's cyNet getting in on this?" Renard muttered.

((Dammit, you speed-composer, you! You want me to recompose my post, man?))

((Devath: Would be useful. Feel free to attack through the Sage's magic tunneling.
And dude, I posted that over 10 minutes before your post. xd I've gotten 'interrupted' so many times that I open the thread in a new tab to check for new posts before sending mine.

SirBayer: It's an overpass. Like this. http://www.rockymountainroads.com/nevada/nv-146_wb_at_i-515_overpass.jpg You may want to fix that post. sweatdrop ))

Renard stayed in the van a little longer. Taking in their surroundings. "Boneboy, that may be a bad idea. That's a residential area. The other side is already backed up, we should be able to cross through the backed-up traffic to a more industrial and less inhabited area."

Siber felt all the mayhem going on behind him as he dropped off another set of the children, the group dwindling until only three or four were left. "So where do you all live."
One jerked his thumb in the direction they had come from. "Other side of that overpass back there."
Siber rolled his eyes. "Really?"
"Really."
"Anyone you can stay with here?"
"Umm..."
"Let me rephrase that - would you like to stay alive?"
The kid nodded.
"Good. Grab a phone and see if someone you know can come around that to get you. Until then, stay with those last people and make it abundantly clear that there are murderous psychopaths running around. Also, the whole getting-necromancified thing? I've died before, too. Don't let it get to you."
He left them in an apartment building, hopefully safe, and turned in the direction of the chaos beyond. Grumbling a bit, he pulled Centauri around him and lifted off. "Kids these days. No sense of discretion."



Siber looked ahead at the leafy thing in the distance.

Siber finally found himself above the rooftops and above the van, which was above crumbling pavement, and noticed Samuel's signal along with another power next to him.

Keldan apparently still had that grudge against Gurul.



Pause.
"Samuel! It's Siber, I'm touching down next to you; don't shoot at me. I just need to figure out what exactly is going on." He landed several yards away on the same rooftop and discarded Centauri, though he held him only slightly out of reality, just in case something went horribly wrong. "There appear to be a good number of powers fighting each other, and all I know is that two of our guys are involved plus some dæmons and now a tree. Given that we're technically white-flagging it for now, is there anything you could fill me in on?"