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Ria Lethe McAlister
 Order through magic

 Mara's warning had been heard, and Lethe had just enough to somewhat realize that a danger was present, but she lacked enough time to think about it, let alone act on it. The blast came and the mage yelped in surprise, namely the deafening boom and yet, that was not the thing - Artur had been shot her way and that collision turned into a tumble on grating pavement as the undead man tried to keep her from harm. It was impossible for her to come out with new bruises and scrapes, and yet, when they finally came to a stop, she found herself grateful as she could've easily been taken out by the explosion. A groan escaped her lips as her body complained, aches and pains popping up at various places with different levels of intensity. She eventually realized that her hands had clutched the lapels of the man's suit and gradually freed her hands from them. Her head rang as her ears recovered, and when she opened her eyes, which she had squeezed shut during the concrete roll, she was met with reddish amber. Such a sight to see, she thought, almost reverently.

She was able to make out the revenant's words through the dying ring. Bringing a hand to her head to ensure no harm there, she shook her head. She wasn't hurt in any permanent way, or in a way that would render her useless for the rest of their task. She accepted the help to stand, her legs shaky as her body responded in its natural way to such an occurrence. "No forgiveness necessary," she told him, an intermittent cough starting as the smoke from the nearby crater irritating her lungs. "You may well have just saved my life." A moment passed, and with it, the need to force back memories of the war she took part in. Blood, flame, the high intensity of magical energy still present... it was like much of what she had seen before. She was brought of the macabre revery by a concerned voice. A wry smile tried to make itself known, if only to belay his worry. "Oh, this-" she motioned to her wound, "-happened before, so I'm not too worried about it. But yes, we need to see to the others."

As she took a deep yet unsteady breath, Lethe heard Kaliope call out through the cloud of smoke. "Artur and I are alright, mostly," she called out, not wanting to presume too much, before seeing the woman approach only to watch her pass them by. She gave Artur a puzzled look. "Why..." Turning her gaze to glimpse what had the hunter so entranced and the realization hit as she noted the body of their team's healer. "Gods, no..." And then, she had a dreadful thought, and began turning to see if she could see anyone else. She had heard earlier the concern the kobold had had about his metal suit, and while she didn't fully understand it, the entirety being too technical for the lifestyle she had led so far, but she did understand the consequences he had laid out. He couldn't afford for it to stop working, and with that thought in mind, she called, "Quell?! Are you alright?!"
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Interacting: ZacksQuest ZacksQuest idalie idalie Snek Snek VasiliasMellow VasiliasMellow Lemercer Lemercer GumGumChomp GumGumChomp
Located: Thessaloniki, Greece
Items of Note: Former Cult's Coat of Protection (owned); Tincture holding Belt (owned);
Tincture Number & Contents: 1) Phial of Everfrost
Spell Cast/Translation::
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Quel'Xavuatl
Location: there goes my hero

Items: (4) Tyrant's Breath, (5) Smoke Bombs, Quicksilver Suit (damaged)

ouch lizard, reporting for duty

The blast caught the kobold completely by surprise, his sudden panic in response to Mara's scream to retreat followed by noise and the world spinning out from under him. Given ample warning or awareness, his nimble reptile physiology could have kept its balance, but the explosion erupted out of nowhere, hurling the kobold across the square and into a building - the one he had hidden behind earlier, when he had to stab his teammate in the back...literally. Hovering, almost in slow motion as Quell was thrown by the shockwave, his runes flared to life and his Shell Armor raced to manifest across his body. The thick, pangolin-like sheet of armor absorbed some of the impact into the wall of bricks, but his suit (and bones) were unfortunate enough to take the rest of it. Quell felt his breath leave his body, and then everything went black.

Blackness.

Light? Yeah, daylight...was it day? He didn't remember. Too much...noise. An incessant wailing in his head...

Too much. Too much noise. Too much noise. Toomuchnoisetoomuchnoisetoomuchnoisetoomuchnoise

Voices? Where. Sit up, body screams. Cracked rib. Limbs bruised. Bleeding scrape across right claw. Splintered talons.

Voices approach. Fight. Body surges to life. Heart races.

Noise screams, droning in mind louder and louder. Flashing red lights on suit.

Noise on suit, but noise also everywhere. Too much noise.

Voices close now. Yelling. My name. Heart slams in chest.

Fight. Claw. Bite. Survive.

Kill.

Nastarial Nastarial idalie idalie Lemercer Lemercer GumGumChomp GumGumChomp VasiliasMellow VasiliasMellow
 
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Sobriety: Sober

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Items: Twin Pistols and a dagger

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[/div][/div][div class=title]Mara[/div][div class=text]Fire. Fire brought humanity up, and it will leave the world in ashes when we fall. FIre has been used as a weapon since ancient times, from the fireworks of the Chinese to the sticky fire of the Romans to the napalm of today, fire has always been dangerous, but fire is not just used to kill, it can provide. From the fire the cavemen used to cook their food to the hearths of medieval times to the coal power of today, fire has helped our species to survive.

Destruction and salvation are simply two sides of the same coin. You cannot have one without the other. What is built must eventually come down, and what comes down will eventually be rebuilt. The cyclical nature of fire applies to people as well. Fire had brought Mara up from her lowest point, and now, fire is her downfall.

As Mara shot across the sky, these were not the thoughts that raced through her head. In fact, she wasn't thinking at all. All she could feel was the all encompassing fire around her, the overwhelming brightness, and the sudden darkness when she fell to the ground, covered in ash.
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Interacting:
Nastarial Nastarial VasiliasMellow VasiliasMellow MachievallismAlter MachievallismAlter idalie idalie ZacksQuest ZacksQuest Theflamre Theflamre Snek Snek GumGumChomp GumGumChomp ,


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Fire and debris slammed against the wall of holy flame, the force of the explosion shaking the world around it. Asher attempted to stay upright, however his legs clearly weren't up the task. Pressed between the force of the blast and the ground beneath his feet his left knee and ankle buckled and broke. He fell to broken knee, pain rushing through his body as adrenaline coursed through him to mask it. He held his palms out still, his wall of fire wearily standing. He watched Mara fly through the air, engulfed in fire, and his heart sank. However the air in his lungs was lost when he saw Aiden die. He had failed his team, again, and the pain and death around him reminded him of the day he left the camp.

Asher tried with what little had in him to keep his consciousness, he had already lost it once and wasn't looking forward to losing it again. He began to regain control of his breath and as the explosion came to an end and the debris had all found it's place, he pushed himself up. Ash hobbled over to the ash covered Mara as fast as he could, falling next to her on his knees and patting the small flames away. "Mara!" He said as he rolled her upright, trying to wake her. In this moment he wished to Shaddai that he had some form of healing her as he held her burned body. He shook her shoulders, perhaps being a bit more rough than he should have. He looked around at his surroundings, spotting lethe, Artur, and Kaliope, whom all seemed to be fine for the most part. This calmed him, however briefly, before he turned his attention back to Mara, having no good Idea of how to help her

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Thessaloniki, Greece

The air was hot and choking, searing flames licked the air and charred dust filled the lungs. Pieces of burnt meat, and it was difficult to figure out which was human and which was bestial, lay scattered about. a green cowl and cape and a black robe, both pockmarked with burned holes and shredded to tatters, signified the final resting place of the Italian mage and the last heir of the family Melloi. The local man was completely gone, the flesh flayed and charred from his bones, his body a crumbling, smouldering ruin where olive complexion became black, with red blisters showing through the cracks of the burned skin. Hailey suffered similarly in death, but the burning took only part of her body- her right arm and the right side of her face were charred, melted, and useless, but the rest of her had remained untouched, save cuts and bruises and the identifiable scorches around her eyes and the black cerebral blood seeping from her nose indicative of a magic induced hemorrhage. The beast that was known as Miles, the gorgon known as Anastasia, and the proud engineer of the team who had in his last moments blindly threw himself at the two to save them was reduced to a shattered, lifeless heap, half-buried under the stones of an already structurally unsound wall that offered him a cairn for his final waking moments.

The crater that had once been the street was a charred, smoking ruin, but now where one unnatural abomination fell and combusted into nothingness, another creature now emerged from the injured but alive. The sinuous tone that had driven the other non-humans of the group to murderous frenzy had now gotten its spell woven to Quell, who without the battle suit's systems to negate the sound had become enthralled by the song that willed him to murder.

Robed figures emerged from the woodwork, most of them wearing robes of a multitude of colors, almost all of them wearing kevlar and tactical vests underneath the folds. Some of them were armed with staves glowing in concentric patterns of aetherial energy, others had their staves sheathed behind their backs and semi-automatic weapons held loosely at their sides. Most of them immediately trained their guns on Quell, poised to fire. "Mikroí drákoi!" Jeered a mage. "Asfalíste tous epizóntes," called out another figure, without any robes signifying magical aptitude. The non-mages began to make their way out of cover and scurry across the scorched earth to intercept the battered team, while mages and soldiers surrounded and began whispering incantations for electrical spells under their breath and loading electric nets to fire at the kobold. The others looked to tossing the dead aside and taking the wounded members of Team Ezec in when one of the local mages' eyes flew wide open as they went to assess the damage done to Art and Lethe. "Y-you..." the mage stammered, then, with a steeled resolve, lowered their staff at the young woman in the arms of the battered revenant. "You don't have any energy left to fight back. On behalf of the Magus Guild of Thessaloniki and the Greater Mediterranean, I place you under arcane indictment." The mage, a young redheaded woman in a deep purple robe easily three years Lethe's junior, was visibly quaking despite having the mystical equivalent of a loaded gun ready in her hands. Another purple-robed figure swore and tramped over to the young girl, "What the Hell are you doing? They're Intervention, and-" he took a deep breath when he saw who exactly the girl, who seemed to be an apprentice or subordinate of his, leveled their staff at. "Deepest Tartarus, how in the- alright, place her in custody, we'll sort this out later."

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Mentioned: Lemercer Lemercer ZacksQuest ZacksQuest Nastarial Nastarial GumGumChomp GumGumChomp Snek Snek
Located: Greece, Ground Zero
Inventory: €200; Rapier; Pocketwatch; Herbal Nerve Toxin.
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ARTUR DEMETRESCU
"I am no less of a man for what you did."

Help came quickly, various robed strangers coming out the woodworks to aid the group. Artur took steps to aid Asher with Mara whilst Lethe called to Quell, "Don't shake her," He remarked, placing a hand on the younger man's shoulder. Kneeling down, his fingers sought out the pulse on the angry mage, first on the wrist and then under the jaw. Ensuring there was no obstruction to the airway, the Revenant glanced toward his counterpart. "For now, she's fine. I can't see anything too wrong, bad concussion at most. I'll get Lethe to check her over, just make sure she's breathing right and watch for any signs that she might deteriorate." What medical knowledge he knew came from crash courses dated circa the 20th Century, but it was enough he had to hope. Only thing you could do was be calm, check the vitals, and pray before the medic came along. "It was a tough fight, glad to see you're still with us." His gaze rested solely on Salah before getting up to his feet with a grunt and groan. Tenderly touching his head where the skin was split, vanishing bit by bit, but not before his collar was stained.

What caught his attention next as he approached Lethe, was now the situation between arrest of the dark-haired woman and capture of Quell. They shouted and jeered at the kobold, Demetrescu managing to pick up on bits and pieces to vaguely understand the unfolding scene. Stepping up now, his brow crumpled in a scowl. "First, of all" The dead man walking spat, "-- you dare to call a member of this team slurs as official representatives of the government? Quel'Xavuatl, that 'filthy' being you mentioned, was instrumental in saving this gutter of a city. The state he's in right now is not his own fault, but rather perhaps due to your inept services when it comes to looking after your own, damn citizens." Artur continued to step out and in front of Lethe.

"And Miss McAlister will not be arrested, or I'll cut off your head like a fucking animal." His eyes were burning, hot coals that sank into tender flesh with a sizzle. "She's with the Intervention team and if she's being brought into custody, then I'm going to join her or you'll have to put me down here and now. We did not come here to lose half our team to an abomination and get treated like lepers, we came here in an effort to offer aid and if you dare, look me in face and tell me a lie, I will gladly tear each and every one of your incompetent mages to pieces. Starting with that one, hm?" He gestured to the redhead. "Do I make myself clear? Or are you going to argue me down to your level, little man? Because whoever your superior is, I'd like to give him a talking to."


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Mood: Singed
Possessions: Mabel, Mark I Mark, Poppa, Shotgun
Interacting With: Nastarial Nastarial Lemercer Lemercer MachievallismAlter MachievallismAlter idalie idalie ZacksQuest ZacksQuest Theflamre Theflamre Snek Snek GumGumChomp GumGumChomp
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With a sigh Kali laid her teammate on the ground and stood to take a breath. Shutting her eyes to think, she turned to her other companions to see a group of hooded individuals come from everywhere. Her hands shot to her shotgun as she raised it ready to defend against what could be new foes.

The hooded figures fanned out and started to check on the others and Kali made her way back towards Lethe and Artur when she heard Artur’s shouts. Rushing over she lowered the gun and tried to insert herself into a heated situation.

“Okay okay okay… I’m sure it’s a misunderstanding and it’s one we can figure out.”
She shoots a look to Artur “No need for threats.”

Looking over to the hooded figure “If you take a look around you will notice we both have dead and injured and absolutely no time for this. So Save It. We will return with you and maybe we can get to the bottom of this. That is after our team is sorted.” As the words left her mouth she looked over to the hooded figures around Quel'Xavuatl.

"Shit."​

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Ria Lethe McAlister
 Order through magic

 Smoke cleared and finally the mage was able to see the rest of her comrades. Artur left her side to assist Asher with Mara, who seemed to be unconscious. She felt confident that a member of the undead would be able to manage that for now, and she rested her eyes on Quell, before noticing the figures that slowly started to surround and outnumber them. What's going on now? She needed to move to defend the advanced reptilian male, but was caught off guard by a woman's words. Arcane indictment? She knew of no trespasses against this woman, but the man approached seeming to be her superior, he was vaguely familiar. Lethe wracked her brain to figure out how and why, when a flash of her brother and one of her elders popped into her mind's eye. Damn... These mages before her must have been some of the few that one of her 'patrols' had encountered, and that's why this man was familiar. Not even a full day away from her community and it was already biting her team in the ass. Damn the people she came from, damn their incessant need down the path of 'true' magic... and damn them for everything they - and she had done, and would continue to do.

These people wanted to take her into their custody, and while she couldn't fully begrudge them of that, the idea that she was anywhere near as bad as her people enraged her, making her want to lash out at them. Yet, before Lethe had the chance to say a word, Artur began scolding the local mages. She had no time to wonder when he had returned to her side, though he soon blocked their main view of her. He argued first for Quell's sake and then for hers. She was a bit taken back by it. No one had ever defended her vehemently, and certainly not with threats of dismemberment. Kaliope even spoke up and told them it was a mistake that could be amended. The initial shock from Artur's statements gave way to wince by the end of Kali's. While it was nice that the hunter had seen more of the mage than the new bit of company, the sheer truth of reality didn't withhold its bite. "I, uh..." Lethe started, still recovering from the quick succession of events, clearing her throat before continuing. "It's fine," she told both of her comrades.

She walked out of Artur's shadow, and faced the two opposing mages, but not before glancing back at the other half of their group. In doing so, she knew what she needed to do. "I'll happily enter your custody after our mission is done... on two conditions, that you can take as you will. One, you'll provide healing assistance for the others." A beat and a shaky breath later, she pointed at the mages surrounding and chanting at the kobold, readying whatever magic they planned on using. "And two, you will ensure both his survival and well being." She was tempted to add a threat in, but felt that Kaliope had spoken wisdom but a few moments ago. At the other woman's exclamation, Lethe turned and saw what was starting to rise. She whipped back around to the older Guild mage, almost in sheer panic - determined to have no more death dealt to her team today. "I give you my word! Promitto!!" With a small crack of magic giving power to her unthinking spell - the true last bit she would have for a while, Lethe realized what she had done, and there was naught she could do to make it undone.​


Interacting: Snek Snek idalie idalie GumGumChomp GumGumChomp Lemercer Lemercer VasiliasMellow VasiliasMellow ZacksQuest ZacksQuest
Located: Thessaloniki, Greece
Items of Note: Former Cult's Coat of Protection (owned); Tincture holding Belt (owned);
Tincture Number & Contents: 1) Phial of Everfrost
Spell Cast/Translation: Promitto = Promise
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Mood: Wanderlust

Items: Plain clothes

Interacting With: Albert
[/div][/div][div class=title]Mara[/div][div class=text]Darkness. The all consuming darkness surrounded Mara as she woke up, a familiar wooden floor beneath her. As she stood, the darkness began to fade, setting the stage as a familiar sight. A run down house, small kids running around, bigger kids watching over them. A familiar bell ringing from the other room, calling them for dinner. Instinctively, she stepped forward, but was disoriented by her sudden height. Or rather, lack thereof.

Mara is now ten, her training and her magic gone. She is but a normal child, living with couple dozen other children in a house by the countryside, all of them brought there by bad fortune. A break in, a mugging, a car crash. Some younger than others. Some teenagers brought there by a mistake they made, some infants brought there by being the mistake. Mara was one of the lucky ones, it was simply unfortunate circumstance that led her to this life.

A familiar face approached Mara, breaking her out of her thoughts, and with it any memory of what's going on in the real world. Now back in the moment, she was faced with a thin, short boy with glasses. "Hey, Mara, you still in there? Xander rung the bell, it's time for dinner." he stated matter-of-factly, waving his hand in her face. "A- ah, right. Gimme a minute, I need to go get something." she said, and with a sudden urge she rushed off to her bed, one of many in a large room. She peeked into her dresser, and sure enough, it was still there. A single preserved rose, one she had been given on the day of the accident.

Closing the chest, she rushed back down the stairs, which were much bigger than she remembered. Heading into the dining room, she grabbed a bowl of food and sat down next to Albert, digging in. The food given to them was something that could easily be prepared en masse, and today was no different. Chili and rice. Their caretaker, Xander, approached Mara, noticing that she had been late. "Why didn't you come at the bell?" he asked as calm as could be, which nonetheless made Mara jump in her seat "Oh, it's nothing. I was just checking something upstairs." she replied, hoping he would take that for an answer.

Seemingly, he did, and left to help the younger children eat their food. Sighing in relief, she began eating again, glad that she hadn't gotten reprimanded for being late. About ten minutes of eating in silence passed, and after she went to the sink to help wash the dishes. It was her and another kid's turn, and she knew better than to skip out on her chores when Xander was already suspicious of her. She did that to the best of her ability, and proceeded to go outside to think her thoughts. Sitting beneath a single, old tree, she wandered off into the world of her mind, and was yet again interrupted by Albert. "Something's not right with you. Are you okay?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
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Quel'Xavuatl of the Totzimoc Brood
Location: the struggle bus
Feeling: like tearing out some throats
Inventory: claws, teeth, a fake arm, and some weird shiny armor

They surrounded him. A faint electric hum and a mild crackling reverberated through the air as more people showed up. Mages, weapons, yelling, noise.

Too much noise.

There was no way he'd be able to fight them all off. But escape seemed impossible. Too many. Nowhere to run. Stealth impossible too, shiny skin still flashing red. Bad lights.

Fight, then. Claw and bite. Keep moving. Quick and easy.

Through the haze of the noise and the yelling of his head and his environment, Q could feel his artificial arm resonate gently with the hum of the electricity in the air. A detail re-entered his head from a momentarily-abandoned section of his brain - the arm's electrical parts. A primitive strategy slowly formulated in his efficient, predatory brain: the arm would give him an edge against their lightning. It was his only chance.

While the people bickered and shouted, Quell took advantage of the distracted state of the robed figures, coiling up and launching himself at an angle against a wall to avoid any preliminary shots they fired, then rebounding off that wall at the nearest gun-wielding mage with huge black shredding claws that manifested from Q's fingers. Instinct, not thought, drove his actions as he shot towards the figure, claws outstretched and a draconic shriek escaping his throat. After this one was down, his right arm would be prepared to tackle the electricity that instinct told him was waiting for him when he landed.

Assuming the first guy didn't react in time.
 
Thessaloniki, Greece

The two purple-robed figures that had quickly moved to apprehend Lethe were taken aback by the sudden eloquent ferocity of the pale man who towered over the younger girl and stood half a head taller than the other figure, a man whose only distinguishing features were his dead gray eyes and his permanent snarl that seemed half glued there by the small scars and burns that pocked at his bulbous, flattened nose and raised up part of his upper lip, and half from what seemed to be a continuously abrasive attitude. The younger redheaded mage immediately relented, hoisting the staff back to position like a rifle and took a few shuffling steps back, her head tilted down to the ground so far as for her face to be completely obscured by a wave of sweeping ginger locks. The flat-faced wizard had trouble meeting Art's eyes those first few seconds, looking anywhere on his person other than his face, but apparently he recognized what he saw enough to renew his abrasive attitude. The already anxious and sheepish apprentice took a bewildering glance at him before taking the time to back off even further.

"You being within ten feet of her is just digging her hole deeper, zombie. Now you-" At this point in time Kali had come upon the convened group and interjected herself, trying to smooth out a bad situation as best as she could. She made a quick and compelling argument and it showed by the number of times he opened his mouth with only the beginnings of words trailing out. "Uh- ma'am- that is-"

At this point in time Lethe took a stand for herself. The area was oversaturated with latent magical energy of so many conflicting flavors that you could feel the ripple on your skin, and the pressure that built up around Lethe was compounded by the already immense pressure of the loose aether. The first item of her magically binding agreement caught the two off guard enough to make them ignore the mounting pressure building around their immediate vicinity- their immediate profile of her did not include them pegging her as someone who would surrender, conditionally or otherwise, let alone for her friends. Her conditions were selfless and did not involve the amount of time she was to stay, nothing that was unreasonable to the point that they would have anything to gain by denying it. And, looking over to the kobold, whose teeth were bared under his pointed muzzle, and who seemed to have green puffs of some unidentifiable gas coming out of his nostrils in quick, violent spurts. His hands gave way to razor-thin claws and he swore under his breath on how stupid these obvious greenhorns made him look, and with a second thought cursed how they weren't even in the wrong in this case. The mages had quickly developed a new shoot-first response to non-humans and the hours of having to tear frenzied monsters away from the corpses of people they could only assume were friends and loved ones, many of whom were companions of their own, had deadened them to this new reality. He could see which runes were glowing on the staves, and while he couldn't see what the semi-automatic weapons were set to, they weren't armed with rubber bullets either. "Promitto!" uttered by Lethe who had returned her gaze and pointed a finger directly at the grizzled man, caused the air to expel outward in a wave of heat and pressure all at once in a single snap of energy. He looked to her, then back to the tall figure with the light European accent and the daggers in his eyes, then to the short woman in the police combat gear, and then finally back to the kobold, just as he had leapt several feet into the air from his sturdily built haunches, with most of his tattoos scattered across his body seeming to pulse with dark light, ready to go off at a moment's notice. He had avoided the spells- all high intensity electric spells- as well as the lead ordinance that created pockmarks in the terracotta wall immediately beneath him.

The flat-nosed man could only say, "Oh fuck," and eyeball the person that he thought the kobold was aiming at before turning on his heel and rushing towards the circle of armed mages, pointing his own staff in a direct line at Quell's intended target and then flicking it away from the circle just as Quell, eyes spiderwebbed with red and jaw hanging open for a vicious bite, launched himself at the speed of some slow airplanes towards his first intended victim. The wizard in Q's sights was suddenly jerked by the nape of the cowl on his robe and flung yards back as the purple-robed mage began screaming at the top of his lungs "Mi thanatifóra! Mi thanatifóra! Io, damned kakoi, taze the lizard, don't fry him!" The mages shot quick, annoyed glances at him before begrudgingly muttering to themselves, the runes that were glowing had shifted from the jagged sigils near the top of their staves to more elegant runes closer to the middle. The purple-robed mage used his staff again directly at Q, trying to hold him in place by the cloth in his suit but there was so little of it that was non-synthetic that his hold on the kobold was broken with a simple lunge towards the mages. "Fire!"

Lightning blackened the bulbous tips of the staves as small, forking arcs of electricity directly at the enraged Q, and in defense he lifted his sleek, cybernetic arm to greet their electric shocks, and the arcs played and danced painlessly along the sleek outer armor of his suit before finding metallic nodes in the arm that absorbed the electricity. Some of them hit home and jolted him, slowing him for just a second, before the arm suddenly snapped straight outwards in their direction and a wave of electricity greeted the convened wizards, blasting them back and leaving those who weren't thrown too far by the electrical burst were arching their backs and spasming their muscles in response to the few thousand volts running unhampered through their bodies.

The next several seconds were the mages getting flung around like ragdolls by the purple mage at shorter and shorter distances as the bitter, apparently cloth magic-centric wizard, slowly grew more and more tired.

The redheaded girl turned, her eyes wide and terrified, and she started heading back in Art and Lethe's direction, her face somehow managing to be beet red in her cheeks and a greenish, mortified pale color everywhere else. "I- I'm sorry-" she began, and then went backwards and shook her head violently and said, "well, no I'm not but-" and then her head snapped to Art as if her negating her own apology would lead to his rapier, still coated as she had just realized in the black coagulated blood of the monster he had viciously decapitated, suddenly finding purchase through her eye and into her skull, before settling on, "y-you guys are actually Intervention, right? I- I'm sorry I let what my guild thinks of your people get in the way of the obvious." She then turned herself to Kali, "Thank you for doing what you did to try and help, I know you probably know nothing about this." She looked to the battle, which was devolving into a considerably long and drawn out game of keep-away as mages who had regained their senses were throwing the handful of non-lethal, non-electrical spells they had on hand at Q and the kobold brushing them off, and those who were too slow to keep away from Q's constantly shifting sights and too clumsy to run were being helped by the threads of their robes by the cloth mage. "I- I'll be right back- I think we need to bring in Indisen on this one." She gave them both one last quick, furtive glance, before dashing off, trying to slink between mounds of rubble and avoid the crater where most of the action was taking place.



At that moment in time, Asher did not feel the Flame of Elyon erupting through his veins anymore. The mix of the lives lost in the explosion, his desperate, fruitless attempts to resuscitate Mara who was still barely eking out quick, short breaths, and his own snapped tibia and ankle had seen to that. He had attempted to shake some consciousness back into her but his attempts had done nothing. He had checked the back of her head and other than some singes from the blast shooting her forward, she was fine there- but he had come to notice that blood was pooling from the side of her head, from a massive cut that was previously concealed by the soot and dust and small burns around her face. Mages seemed to be making their way around the bodies, but the amount of time he felt he was waiting for some help, any help to come, was too long. He had turned to yell to someone to help her when he saw something else that made his heart sink in his chest. He saw Q, whose protection from the high pitched noise must have been disabled, engaged in vicious combat with the mages, as they tried striking at him with small stones and what seemed to be small bullets made of air.
No more, he thought, as he felt searing agony shoot all the way up from his broken ankle as he shakily regained his footing. I refuse to lose anyone else this day, he grimaced through the pain with bared teeth and struggled to keep weight off of his shattered ankle, hobbling himself over to a redheaded girl who was quickly running from where Kali, Art and Lethe were at that point in time. He grasped her by the arm and she yelped as she spun to meet him, and in a husky voice he rasped at her, "My friend..." The girl followed his eyes to Mara, lying crumpled in a burned and bloodied mess, and her eyes went from instinctual terror to empathy and concentration. She nodded at him and he smiled. There was no more need for words. The words would make what he needed to do next more difficult.
Between the pain shooting from the fractured ankle and the smoke and dust that had entered his lungs, he didn't know if he could reliably call over Lethe or Art or Kali and make any kind of game plan. The noise needed to be stopped, it was the only viable method to revert Q back to his normal state. The only problem was he didn't know where the noise was coming from to begin with and in his condition he couldn't really shuffle over there and destroy it.
He couldn't stop the source of the sound, but he could stop the sound from reaching its target. That, at least, was something he could definitely do. At least, it's something he could do when Quell wasn't rushing faster than he could turn his head to track. He had just learned his barriers can sever limbs and he did not want to risk doing that same kind of harm to his friend. He needed an opening.



The redheaded girl came back quickly, a big grin on her face. She had rushed directly to the cloth mage and tapped his shoulder. He turned to face her and balked, his face going from stressed and apathetic to red hot and angry. "Liliana, thálamos mou, stay out of the fight, you're going to get killed!" She pointed in the direction she rushed off in and his face softened and actually cracked a smile- a malicious looking one through the permanent sneer on his face, but a genuine one nonetheless. Indisen had arrived.
Indisen was at least seven feet tall and his eyes were red hot coals. It was in the shape of a man, from the waist up at least, and its appendages had what could be humanized as a general arm-like shape. You could clearly make out its face where you'd normally see a face on a person. But Indisen was not a person, and you could tell by the wide variety of metal platings that covered its body in segmented sections, some partially rusted and gunmetal gray, some others resembling stainless steel. At every major joint in its arms and neck, as well as the joints of its fingers, was a visible motor and rubber tubing on either side. It had no legs, but roved across the rubble-strewn ground in what looked like combat treads from a very small tank. Its face initially seemed to be an iron mask, with the pupils a bit too wide and round barely giving off a hint that the eyes weren't real either, perhaps used webcams. The machine rolled out into the crater where the mages were scrambling from Q's continued assault.

Suddenly the display on Q's stealth suit played an audio clip transmitted to it from an unknown sender. The voice was synthetic, overlapping pitches of voice saying in a flat, dead tone, "Cease and desist or prepare to be pacified." It seemed to be at that moment that the Indisen went out of its way to make its presence known to the kobold, rolling directly into his line of sight.

Q charged. The red eyes of the robotic being simply glowed brighter and it extended its hand. Q's suit shut off entirely, as did his cybernetic arm, the lights and display shutting off completely as Quell could only continue forward by momentum. The robot's arm was outstretched, its mechanical hand opened with a small series of pads on each finger and the palm, connected by thin copper wires. It pinched Q's neck and released 10 million volts of electricity into the kobold, and the kobold jerked back and flopped to the ground, joints stiffened through the high voltage. Asher took the opportunity to will forth the three barriers he could summon at a given time in a triangular shape, and with that the kobold was shielded in a pyramid of vibrant fire that left the unconscious kobold at the center.

The iron mask of the robotic being that Liliana had called Indisen parted down the middle and split into two halves, unhinging. The upper part of the head casing beneath the mask revealed the eyes were exactly the webcams they seemed like at a close glance, and where its nose and mouth would be was a black screen with a red electronic line bisecting it. The red line became a visible soundwave as it said in that same synthetic voice, "Threat pacified. Proceed with medical assistance." The robot wheeled over to Mara, and seemed to motion at a few other mages in lighter red robes who immediately rushed over to begin checking her over and make a diagnosis.

The flat-faced mage in the purple robes returned to the remaining conscious members of the team. "Alright. Your dragon friend over there," he said friend in reference to Quell the same way some people refer to an insect, "is knocked out but alive, and we can get the tin can over there to restart whatever it was that kept him from going berserk sooner. Your other friend over there is getting looked over and other than the small coconut growing at the end of your leg-" pointing directly at Asher's rapidly swelling ankle- "and your scrapes and bruises, I've kept up my end of the bargain. That means your little 'promitto' is valid, and nothing you or this little zombie butler you conjured up-" this time motioning his hand in Art's general direction without the manhood or the willpower to actually look the revenant in the eyes "-can keep you from it. Whether you realize the consequences of welching on the bet or not, I don't care, because either way justice'll be served."

The apprentice Liliana gave a pained, apologetic look to the converged team, but said nothing. She had earlier apologized for not prioritizing Lethe's Intervention status over whatever they were all primed to arrest her for, but she no longer had the good will to look her in the eye, or Art for that matter. She gave a timid wave to Kali before turning to Ash and said, "Your friends should both be fine...ish. That was amazing forcefield magic and stuff by the way, I haven't seen anything like it before! What state of mind do you channel to start conjuring it?" Apparently the barriers and the jolt he had given her to try and get help for his friend left some kind of impression. Either that or it was an intentional ploy to turn the abrasive cloth mage in Ash's direction after she had struck up a conversation with him and without missing a beat after his cryptic and snide comments towards Ash's teammates extend his hand to shake his. "Eh, don't let her butter you up too much, but honestly since you rose to the occasion a lot better than most of these idiots you earned my respect at least."

Liliana turned to Kali and said, "I'm sorry about your losses." Her extremely expressive face showed sympathy and pain. "We saw some bits belonging to some black wolf type thing and a woman's arm and I guess they were with you, and then we counted another two dead and..." she took a moment to continue, "uhm, one of ours. We're going to do everything we can to make sure they're honored and put to rest-" she motioned to the recently deceased but stopped in her tracks when her sweeping gesture made it to the wall where Aiden had spent his final moments underneath the rubble "-okay, where the hell did he go?"

CHARACTERS: Asher Salah (temporarily writing on behalf of Lemercer Lemercer ), Unnamed Cloth Mage, Liliana, Indisen| LOCATION: Thessaloniki | CURRENT ACTION: Licking a lot of wounds


Infernal Intervention Headquarters
"His spirit lies in Valhalla, as a warrior deserves. He'll enjoy setting up fortresses and sieges among the endless battles until the void snuffs us all."

Pallas's hands were clasped together in front of his face and he rested his thumbs on his chin. He felt absolutely nothing. That was a good thing. That was a very good thing. He had tuned out a lot of the smaller details, the embellishments of the gruesome spectacle of the battlefield his blond, lithe visitor was wont to relay to him. He knew her well enough, and they had shared the same spheres of influence as gods so he could at some fundamental level agree with her glee in depicting the conflict she had come upon taking Aiden Wright's soul to the noble afterlife a violent, explosive death had given him. If he didn't have the vast distance of five thousand years between his old self and who he was, he would have openly affirmed her pride in Aiden, and expressed that as a noble fighter he died in the glory and rush of the fight.

He couldn't, so he breathed. He let only enough information in to let the logical, empirical gears of his brain turn, and all other parts of his mind focused on feeling the swelling of the lungs in his chest and the constant rhythmic undulation of his shoulders. The emotional side of his brain he had constantly fed a series of memories. Most of his earliest memories were of war and conquest, back in the days of climactic battle fought at the rifts between universes between armies of powerful gods. He had compartmentalized these, kept them in a small box, and locked it away in the farthest corners of his mind. Instead, he turned to his calmer memories. The embrace of his wife as he returned from a powerful war to learn he was to be a father. A rousing game of Ur against Ares that lasted hours, with the two gods of different generations trading quips back and forth until the game was halted from their uproarious laughter. He remembered sitting his son on his knee and seeing the lights twinkle in his eye as he told the stories of the great war against the Amakhvadian gods who had been unfortunate enough to have their universe collapse on the cusp of victory, how proud he had felt that his son wanted to follow in his footsteps. He remembered the cheers of his armies, coming home with next to no casualties, feasting the day away.

And yet... and yet...

A distance so many eons ago had numbed these memories with time. When he was first afflicted the memories were sharp in his mind, and he could call on them with ease. Now in his even more advanced age, the thoughts and memories blend into each other, and as it so happens the bad had come to outweigh the good the more the world changed and the more he had to sacrifice. Now he calls on the memories of other teams in the Intervention Squad, but the memories they give him of any positive, calming note are few, far between, and lack the poignancy and verve of his youth.

Freya sat across from him, her draping mane of cornsilk locks casting her narrow, sharp face in a dazzling glow. Her eyebrow was cocked upwards as she stared in his general direction until he took notice of her and, slowly, realize the passage of time.

"How long was I spaced out for?" Pallas asked. He wasn't sheepish or embarrassed, he wouldn't cultivate those emotions.

"At least two minutes as the crows fly," Freya retorted. "I guess the news was a seven on the shit scale, then?"

Pallas smiled at her and tried his best not to make it a grimace. He didn't think it worked. "Seven and a half thank you very much. You can tell by the amount of time I space out?"

"Your mind drifts about as long as you need it to. I'm surprised you don't see me as a death omen, old friend."

"Who's to say I don't already, seeing as you lead the Valkyries?" Once again, he took something that caused him to internally wince and tried to turn it into a joke.

"That wasn't sarcasm, Pallas, was it?"

"What about the others?"

Freya didn't speak for some time.

"You called me old friend, now prove you are. What about the others?"

"Your little friend, the one named after your many times-removed sister, had given herself up to a magically bound agreement to be taken into Magus custody."

Pallas shot upward and Freya took icy note of small pointed shapes jutting their way out of the fabric of his seat. "She did what now?"

"Remember your breathing, friend, sit back down. She's not in any danger. At least, I don't believe so."

He slumped back down. Instead of clasping his hands in front of his face this time, he just wrapped his hands around the armrests of his chair and gripped tightly. The spines that jutted from the fabric dug into his hand and soaked it partially in an amber colored ichor. His white-knuckled grip on the chair didn't let up as small tendrils of black smog released themselves from the corners of his mouth and floated upwards. Slowly, after about ten seconds, the smog stopped coming and his steadfast hold to the armrests slackened. "I'll need to put word in to Apollo."

"Are you sure you'll be okay when you do that?" Freya's voice betrayed a bit of apprehensive concern, came out a little too quick and a little too soft.

Pallas chuckled dryly, and the sense of humor started and ended at his mouth and never made their way up to his still dead eyes. "What else can I be, friend? I need to make preparations."

Freya nodded. "May you find a fair wind at your back." She didn't walk out of the office, instead bathing herself in a swath of golden light. When Pallas looked up from his seated position, she was already gone. He had much to do now, and not many good reasons to put it off.

The first thing he did was he walked to each of the dorm rooms assigned to the four deceased. If they had any belongings they brought with them, he shoveled most of them without batting an eye into a garbage bag. He walked into the cafeteria where Hailey had left a few half-eaten candy bars behind. He sighed, shook his head, and pushed them into the trash bag as well. He walked back into his office after he finished his rounds cleaning, and left a message for I.I.'s communications liaison, asked if he could schedule a parley with Apollo within the next day or so. He got his response that he'd be able to meet with him tomorrow morning, thanked the liaison, and hung up. He took the manila folders with the files on the four deceased potentials, stacked them neatly, and then placed them gingerly into the bottom left drawer of his office.

Then he went into the training rooms. He found one of the sectioned-off sparring areas that absorbed magic. He locked the door and then, after giving himself a few moments of silence and contemplation, let the floodgates of his emotions open.

The room filled instantly with a black, churning smog that seemed to smolder with reddish embers from the inside. Spear-tipped spikes jutted out from every available surface, including his body, and he felt the ground under his feet crack and grow hot. He took his spiked fists and wailed on the punching bag in the corner of the room. He didn't stop to assess the damage he was doing to the bag. He didn't take a breather when spears shot from the ground underneath his feet, impaled the punching bag on both sides, and pinned it to the wall, he just vaulted the frame it was originally in to continue pounding the punching bag until the leathery exterior of it was shredded beyond repair and the entire apparatus was threatening to split in half at any given moment. All the while, he screamed. It sounded vaguely human enough, at first. Then it deepened in pitch and lowered until it sounded like someone overlaid a speech pattern on top of the sound of an encroaching avalanche. He never had a good look at himself like this, but he did, somewhere in the middle of his therapy session, realize his hands had become charred black fists of stone with glowing red cracks spreading throughout them. He didn't particularly care.

He didn't realize he was done until his fist entered the wall. He backed off, took a long, hard look at the shredded punching bag that had been reduced to foam and sand and strips of black leather, and then the fact that he couldn't see the exit to the rest of the training area from the burning smog covering the entire room. So he backed into the far corner and sat until his body retained its original form again, until the smoke had cleared enough to warrant opening the door again.

He shut it behind him, and returned to his office. He opened the upper desk on the right, and pulled out another small stack of manila folders, each bearing the name of others on the list of potential recruits he was given. His heart was still racing but thankfully he had gotten the affliction out of his system for a good ten minutes. He spread the folders out before him and sat down to read them.

CHARACTERS: DIRECTOR PALLAS | LOCATION: IIHQ
 
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Items: Plain clothes and a preserved rose

Interacting With: Albert and Ishtar
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Mara looked up to Albert, sighing softly "It's nothi-" she started, quickly cut off "That's bull and we both know it. Tell me what's wrong. C'mon. You can tell me." Silence washed over her as she tried to find words to explain what she had seen. Thirty seconds passed, and she finally spoke up. "Last night, I was gonna ask Xander if I could borrow one of his books, but there was someone in the room with him. He called her Mother, but... she wasn't human. I don't know what she was, but it wasn't pretty. I'm not sure if they saw me, and they didn't acknowledge me, but Xander has been standing over my shoulder ever since. You can't tell anyone this, it'll only make this worse." she said, to the disbelief of Albert "Fine, if you're not gonna tell me, I'll just leave." he scoffed, standing up and walking back into the large house, looking back just before he closed the door "If you decide you can trust me, I'm all ears, but please don't make stuff up."

Two years passed without incident. Mara and Albert went about their business as usual, but whatever it was that Mara saw had weighed down more than she could ever say. She desperately wanted to confront Xander about it, but something was stopping her. Whether it was the looks Xander gave her or her own paranoia, she didn't know, but she didn't dare to speak a word. She was completing her daily chores when the news arrived. Her and Albert were adopted, and they would be given to their foster family next week. Albert was excited about the news, but Mara sung a different song. Something felt off to her, but she didn't let it show on her face or in her voice.

On the day of the adoption, Mara checked, double checked, and triple checked that she had packed her preserved rose. As soon as they passed the gate to get in their new family's truck, light consumed them, and when they opened their eyes, before them stood something not human. At first glance it looked normal, but if you looked closer something was off. Her forearms reached down to her shins, her eyes too large and round and oh god do they ever blink, her skin stuck to her bones with no room for muscle, her feet just slightly levitating, never truly touching the ground. And the light. My god, the light that poured off this... woman? It was brighter than a thousand suns, but it soon began to fade. As soon as they both got a good look, they stumbled back, falling onto the now stone floor. Mara was so taken aback she hadn't noticed they had completely changed locations, now in a castle with the woman that Xander had called Mother.

"I am the goddess Ishtar. You are, and always have been, my servants. Kneel before me." she commanded, and fear alone compelled Mara get on her knees, bowing down. Albert, however, was in an almost catatonic state of pure terror to do anything but gasp and stutter. As soon as Albert had seemingly defied her command, more beings that looked off the same way Ishtar did appeared. Were they always there? They hadn't seen or heard them, but they were a constant presence. One of the off-humans approached Albert, took his head into its large hand, and slammed it into the ground to be in the same position that Mara was in. Red liquid poured out of his face, leaving the boy to cry in a small pool of his own blood.
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ARTUR DEMETRESCU
"I am no less of a man for what you did."

The young Kaliope tried to place herself between the Revenant and his current focus, recieving a glare from the undead. "Just a misunderstanding, Miss Blythe? I don't think you grasp what I'm saying quite rightly, my threats won't be threats soon enough if this impertinent bastard doesn't start acting as he should." Artur pulled back his shoulders as if he could stand taller than he already did. "Zombie? An insult so underthought you could've been comatose." Lethe interrupted to speak for herself between the hasty insults and uncalled for defence. Only the promise she made would've had Artur blanch if he wasn't already dead. "Lethe--" Too late. It worried him though, McAlister having bound herself in the shackles of magic and it's unknown consequences. After all, he'd made himself the poster-boy of magical consequences. Still hurt to admit the truth. By then, he wasn't sure whether to have been infuriated or upset, either way it didn't quite feel his place to tear into the little mage. She was merely doing what she thought was right. Likewise, a motive close to home. He put a hand on her shoulder, pulling the woman toward him diagonally to talk. "Lethe, Miss McAlister -- do you know what you're doing? What you just did? Do you know what'll happen if you break something like that?! Promises on a whim, where there is prison time involved, should never be cast without forethought." He scolded, without raising his voice or otherwise turning the whole thing into yet another fiasco.

By Mother Mary, his thoughts were swiftly interrupted by the chaos raised by Quell. Something certainly wasn't right with the tame lizard -- kobold, dammit. Wouldn't do good to start criticising others for their wording without keeping an eye on his own. Between the attempts of getting their reptilian friend under control, the redhead turned to Artur with flush embarrassment. Begrudgingly he accepted the apology for what it was. Shame a nice girl had to work for an association like the mess of the guild before him. He stood back to witness the hurry and back and forth of the magic-users, like a collection of ants to the nest. Only the nest was on fire, covered in pieces of what used to be a mutated kangaroo, and was currently being attacked by the descendant of a dragon with a prosthetic arm. Back in his day, it surely wouldn't have been recorded as a gentlemanly fight. Somewhat more demented and possession worthy perhaps? Scrap it, they'd of sent him to an institute or locked him in the attic for suggesting something so preposterous. How times changed. Eventually, they had to be aided by some sort of robotic caster, tazing the kobold before Asher was able to entrap him. The android went on to offer medical assistance and all of a sudden, Demetrescu began to feel very old. Since when could robots do that? It seemed only yesterday telegrams were introduced.

Unfortunately, the purple-robed pompous idiot returned. It made Art's jaw tighten to the point he could've shattered his own teeth. "You better look at me when insulting my heritage, I've been around far too long to have someone not give me that little luxury." He violently jabbed his finger in the direction of the flat-nosed mage. "You can certainly be sure I'll watch whatever court or trial she's taken to and it better be fair. Innocent until proven guilty. I also demand to accompany her to wherever she'll be held until a representative of Infernal Intervention makes themselves known." He caught the mage's hand in his. "Would you say that's a fair deal? Moreso than you've already received in breaking up the team during a high-profile investigation, due to your lack of motivation and skill?" Artur clamped down until the bones creaked in protest. He released it eventually. "But my apologies, your flattery is welcome and completely useless."


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Ria Lethe McAlister
 Order through magic

Lethe felt her features darken considerably at the quite vulgar man calling Artur a zombie. With him as an example, she saw no fault with the rhetoric she grew up believing, and to have such a thing be flung upon him... it made her angry, yet the revenant was quick to shove the insult back at the lesser man. Yet, as things seemed to pass quickly - the guild mages beginning their onslaught of spell-work prepared, the 'elder' present (if he could even be called that) making a quick order to the others to pacify her currently feral teammate. In the midst of it, she felt a cool touch on her wounded shoulder, a quick shooting pain crawl pass through with a soft gasp with the memory of the pain renewed, and a firm but gentle grasp to pull her back.

Artur made a fuss over what was done, though thankfully he kept his voice rather even. The young necromancer could tell he was rather upset by his tone, if not by his words. "Perhaps," she offered, her eyes unflinching as they met his, "but I couldn't stand by and let the situation worsen by my presence. And we don't have the luxury of picking the wrong fight right now. We're outnumbered, wounded and worse. What's done is done." A petite hand lay softly over his larger one, still upon her injury. She then dropped her own voice low enough for only Demetrescu and Kaliope to hear as her brows knitted together. "I'll explain everything when there's a better moment for it. I didn't think my past would effect anything so soon. I can't do anything but apologize for the trouble I'm causing." She looked each of them in the eye while asking their forgiveness. She could do no less for those who had defended her when she hardly felt she deserved it.

 A moment later, she eased the undead man's hand from her person. The coolness of it had numbed some of the renewed pain, and a throbbing ache, almost burning in its strength, made itself known. She would have to deal with it soon, lest it become a liability. As her attention turned to the struggle, however, Lethe felt a sort of helpless anxiety as the struggle continued. The guild girl from before approached, offered her own apology before subsequently retracting it. Lethe couldn't resent her, for only doing what she felt in the moment. It was something she could sympathize with, but she would neither accept nor acknowledge it. She still struggled with how the doctrines was raised to know would fit with the rest of the world, for in many things Lethe was not unlike a babe. Glancing back to the chaos, she tried to grasp at the magic she was so familiar with, but it slipped through her fingers before she even had a chance to mold it, and then the strangest thing came into a view. Some sort part man, part metal, part thing she couldn't identify had entered the scene and successfully pacified their rogue comrade with walls of flame erecting around the kobold the instant he was down. Peering about, she saw Asher injured, and Mara almost deathly still. She began heading in their direction, since they were closer than she had previously realized, before having her attention dragged back to present company by the tawdry man from before.

Again, it was verbal contempt and scorn, with the addition of some justice she was supposed to suffer along with an assumption she wasn't sure how to take. Sure, she had studied necromancy and all - all her kin did, but she didn't have the knowledge to actually raise the dead. She was reminded immediately of one of her first lessons: those not the Risen would always fear what they could achieve. She knew in that instant it was yet another facet she'd have to work against. What she wasn't sure about was Artur's immediate protests. It came from a good place and Lethe would certainly appreciate the backup, but she didn't want to cause him any more trouble than what she had caused already. "Twas no bet," she glowered, knowing he had made the mistake of not putting his own conditions on the bargain struck. She rarely dealt in things she didn't feel adequate in, and wordplay was something she had picked up on during the long five years of living hell she had once endured. Lethe looked to Artur once he had released the idiot's hand. "I'm going to see if there's any bits of the beast you killed not long ago about, see if there's anything I can drag into light." And off she went to the closest patch of rubble from the explosion's center, scowling with every step taken and every bit of anything she could move in her search. Anything that didn't resemble a crispy piece of semi-furry monster flesh was thrown nearly haphazardly in a seldom show of frustration the young woman felt. ​


Interacting: idalie idalie VasiliasMellow VasiliasMellow Snek Snek ZacksQuest ZacksQuest Lemercer Lemercer GumGumChomp GumGumChomp
Located: Thessaloniki, Greece
Items of Note: Former Cult's Coat of Protection (owned); Tincture holding Belt (owned);
Tincture Number & Contents: 1) Phial of Everfrost
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What is this team? She wasn’t sure whether or not this train wreck could get back on track. They had lost so many and now they had to deal with some kind of hearing. Between the men bickering like boys and Lethe submitting to their authority, Kaliope was unsure about how to proceed.

What a headache. Really this headache was beginning to get on her nerves. She didn’t know if it lingered from the back and forth with the mages but she was getting real tired of all the talking. Unfortunately, Artur had been rude enough for all of them but she had bigger priorities than bickering.

Q was now under control but she had not seen or heard from Mara since the explosion. Now that she thought about it the last she saw of Asher...was when he...Shit! She quickly stepped away from the bickering and looked around the ruins. She saw where Lethe had looked and rushed over.

“Is she alive?” Kaliope whispered almost too scared to ask.

Looking back at Artur and Lethe, Kaliope shouted. "Wrap it, up we should move out soon!"
Quickly she looked back to Mara afraid she was too loud.

"Asher please tell me she is alright."

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Quel'Xavuatl of the Totzimoc Brood

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He almost had his prey, but his targets were strangely pulled out of his reach? The leader of the sorcerors stalled until their secret weapon arrived: a strange, ambulatory construct which spoke and moved like a living thing. It wielded electricity like its coworkers, but it was far too much to absorb. Quell's feral mind succumbed to the numbing shock and fell unconscious...

It wasn't long before he woke. As Quell stood, his muscles aching from the shock, he noted that his suit was no longer in critical condition. The generous application of electricity probably helped restart the system and restore psychostability. He looked around sheepishly past the huge flaming barriers that shielded the spot where he lay, scratching the back of his neck and surveying the situation. Artur and Lethe were arguing with the leaders of the mage group, Kali was standing by, and Asher was kneeling down next to something. Where was Mara...?

After formally apologizing and many bows to the sorcerers that he had almost killed, he approached Artur and Lethe to get an idea of what to do next.

"Hey, guys, what happened while I was out? Sorry I went loco like that. I think my suit esta roto from the explosion. Whatever that noise is, playing over the loudspeakers, it's some serious psychoactive magic."
 
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Relentless pain was becoming a default sensation the longer it pulsed through Asher's body, his mind accepting as a new and immovable reality rather than a newfound problem. The barriers he summoned stood wearily in conjunction with his spirit. His mangled leg laid limply as the other held his weight rather conspicuously. His breath was ragged, dirt and dust seeming to line his lungs. Everything about his current situation inundated him with a feeling of... entrapment. His own body, the landscape, the enemies, everything seemed to corner Asher into a metaphorical cage, something he was rather unhappy about but lacked the ability to break out of. Instead he took a brief moment to locate the constitution within him to remain strong. The young mage, who's name he lacked, questioned his conjunction. Her inquiry raised an interesting thought, one he was not quite prepared for. His amber eyes found hers, still holding in them the flame inside him. "I always have something I want to protect.." the words came out shakily and were followed by a fit of coughs, momentarily unbalancing him.
Kali's concern oddly soothed his tired flame, her care for the team and her diplomatic demeanor helped him remain centered. His tattered voice projected slowly again "She'll be okay, she will need rest." . Asher shifted his attention to Q'uell. He smiled when he saw him stand upright, his usual bright tone was a welcome sound amongst the death and destruction that haunted their current circumstance. Ash limped towards the burning pyramid that encased the kobold moving slowly past the odd... robot, or whatever it could possibly be, he was in no position to analyze it. "Good to see you normal again Q" several gravely coughs forced their way from his lungs sending his head into a spinning pain. "I... apologize for the flames, i'm protecting from the noise the best I know how. It appears you went berserk." Asher placed his hand against the barrier, small flames wrapping themselves around his fingers. "All will be well, please give us time to make sense of it all" . With all that he turned his back against the pyramid and leaned against it, sliding down until he had positioned himself seated against it. His posture was protective, as if he sat as a guardian between his flame engulfed friend and the mysterious mages that had made themselves the team's enemy. His amber eyes scanned the group of sorcerers, he knew among them there we good individuals, a fact proven by that apprentice that had questioned him. However his iris became illuminated as his gaze landed on the flat-nosed magician. His team had made their case, he truly had no reason to address this man, however his pride in his friends didn't allow his continued silence. "Friend.. I suggest you begin treating this team with the respect they have earned. Every individual on this team has taken an oath to defend, and every one of these oaths were taken with honesty." . With exhaustion he leaned his head back against the pyramid, his body becoming numb to combat the pain, however he returned to look at the man, his eyes still burning with holy fire. "and in regards to respect, that woman there is perhaps the most deserving of us."

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Thessaloniki, Greece

The flat-nosed, pancake-faced mage's jaw was set. Who did these greenhorns think they were? was the thought process running through his mind. It's not that they didn't make good points, or in fact excellent points. That fact made him madder. Who were they to know how the fuck to keep Darkmage covens in line? The difficulty in beating down monster uprisings by the truckload? They were the Greek Gods' first and, in his lines, the only acceptable line of defense. Apollo's calling in the Intervention Squadron for a mission the mages most assuredly, with enough time and cannonfodder, handle in his eyes was just a show of faith and publicity. Yeah. That's what it was. He grumbled something to the tune of, "The trial will be a public event, by all means if you want to oversee proceedings, revenant..." he put emphasis on the word to, through gritted, spiteful, ugly teeth, try to save face from the verbal beatdown he had received, "...then you can feel free to make sure she is treated as fairly as the Greater European Magical doctrines dictate. Feel free to, by all means, call a lawyer for her, arouraíou tou Thanátou, but make any movements to disrupt the necessary proceedings and we'll have trouble." At the verbal browbeating he had endured from the man who trapped the enraged lizard after Indisen had knocked him out, his face had gone redder, and the man seemed to be suffering from hypertension that worsened the more and more it became clear the Intervention Team not only didn't care for his comments, but treated his authority with a level of moral disgust. At that point he was beaten, and thankful he was away from the rest of his mages.

The redheaded girl just wanted to hide into a ball. The Intervention Teams have been saving the world and stopping dangerous mages and rogue gods for as long as she was alive, and as she was growing up she heard of demons and monsters on those teams getting spoken of highly or at least on the same level as their teammates. Zagan the demon prince who helped stop an assassination attempt and demonic terrorist attack on London, Betholt the ogre philosopher who helped goblins conform to human laws and further their fundamental rights on women, the lawful and rules stickler werebear Katherine Michael who regularly donated her time and services to people in need, and Unseelie Shayla Bloodmire who seemed to help protect order in spite of the nature of her chaos-feasting kin. These were people she had looked up to and held in a higher regard than any of her fellow mages in the Magus Guild, and when she heard snide comments about some of her heroes, and their extreme thoughts on others, she had thought maybe it was because of their history with monsters and with dark mages and their constant losing battle. But now an Infernal Intervention team was right in front of her and her mentor was trashing them in front of her and she wished she could have been anywhere else. Asher's comment towards her eased her a little bit from her body being tensed into stressful knots, and at any other point it made her smile, but their comments on her mentor's attitude pained her. "Uhm... if there's anything you want to know that'll help at all, let me know, okay? I don't know much, but I can try to help however I can."

The Indisen had walked over to Mara's body, and said in a voice that, even without any inflection or human emotion whatsoever, somehow felt softened. "Please step aside, she will be taken care of shortly. Thank you for your cooperation." Magus Medics had taken time to somewhat tend to the bloodied, coagulating wound on her head, but a quick scan of the area confirmed something it already knew. The dust and debris in the air was harmful and she needed to be moved to a more sterile environment. The hulking automaton bent down as far as its rotors could go, set one hand underneath of her battered head, and the other hand hooked itself underneath the crook of her knees before lifting her and beginning a slow, methodical march back to its current headquarters. At one point it began saying, in a softer, less audible, but still monotone voice, "Do not worry. You will be alright." Possibly as some pre-programmed pacifying phrase for injured or rescuing the emotionally battered.

The flat-nosed, hot-headed, arrogant elder mage picked up the green robed mage's cloak, muttered "Dammit" under his breath, and then called out to the mages still within the crater in which the fight had broken out. "Hey, hey, up and at them, we're moving back to home base now! Get a fucking move on!" Suddenly the mages, including the elder and the redheaded girl, were all moving in a direction away from the blown out remnants of the battlefield.




Infernal Intervention Headquarters
There. It was done. Pallas had found more applicable candidates to replace those who had been lost within those fateful first five minutes of conflict. The destruction of one of the magical training rooms had been therapeutic, and now he was back to the serene world of logic and order. Messenger mages had been sent out to notify the chosen of their recruitment, and an invoice to replace the training equipment his spears and acrid smoke had destroyed had been placed to upper management. They knew his peculiar predicament, and this wasn't the first time they had to replace equipment, and he would have felt guilty if feeling that emotion extremely wouldn't be putting him back into the same circumstance. He had also sent off a note to the member of Team Qairna that had recently been promoted to Team Coordinator following the formation of Team Ezec, letting him know that the transfer of the questionable element was to be made to Team Ezec and not Team Aleph like originally intended. When that message reached its destination, transfer would be immediate, and since all seven Team Headquarters are connected as a massive complex, that particular new team member's arrival should be next to immediate.

 
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The world had forgotten true power. This is what the Sluagh had thought when she first approached the Intervention team and saw the human realm for the first time in person in centuries. Over the year she had worked for Intervention, she saw the flaws in her judgment, for it was not forgotten. Indeed, it was in the process of being remembered, and with that remembrance, it would bring old fears and terrors mankind had once experienced back - not unlike an oil lamp finally running dry and its flames dying in the darkness. It gladdened her to know such beautiful respite, for the world would always be a wonderful fountain of chaos, and nothing could change that.

 The old fey had been about to start a correspondence to her youngest child when she received her latest orders. She had expected it at sometime today. It was like clockwork to her, a quarterly change to her position. After the first two times, she had expected it, but she had hoped her performance on this latest would finally land a chance at stability. Obviously not. It confounded her to no end, she was not lacking in any way she knew, and she felt she had done enough. Between her initial parlance into the teams and how she had aided the humans at no small risk to herself, what else could she do. The answer eluded her, as mortals were just as confusing to the fair folk as they were to humans. With a sigh, she left her assigned room, grabbing the only thing she ever needed, and went to meet her latest director.

As she walked through the halls, Shayla would seem to move like a predator to any she crossed paths with. It was no intention of her own, simply a constant fact and reminder to those she encountered. This was emboldened by the old, authentic clothes she wore, which showed part of her age. Today, it was a white, form fitting bliaut with trumpet sleeves and black cincture about her waist. As was her custom around the facility, she had one of her pets upon her shoulders and walked barefoot, and perhaps, due to to this, her steps were silent.

 She arrived at the latest addition to headquarters a minute or two after her summons. Each team's section seemed no different from any other, such a disappointing thing. She continued to the meeting point - the briefing room of all places. It was curious was to why there, but the answer was fairly obvious, and therefore, would wait. Upon entering, she saw the Titan, one of the few beings she had met that was older than her. She arched a brow and sharp toothed grin graced her beautifully gruesome features. "My," she cooed as loud as her naturally cursed voice would allow, "I wondered when we would parlay again. Tell me, when, per se, willst thou and thy betters cease shuffling me about as though I was but one in a deck of cards? I do so tire of this repetitive game thou seem intent on playing." Her tone was naught but friendly as she nuzzled the bolas spider on her shoulder under its mandibles.

~Be wary not of the spider; beware its web~​
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Grischa

Location: IIHQ| Interacting with: the Director, Shyla| Mentions:


Of all the magics Grischa had learned or bartered or stolen, glamours were definitely the most useful. All you needed was a little bit of cleverness and you could get a lot done with the right shape, and the right attitude.

Today though, Grischa had places to be, and so his glamours were keeping him hidden in the Toronto crowds. Sometimes it was fun to show up in crowds unglamoured—he had too many bright golden wings and too many shiny blue eyes, and most people though angel when they saw him, and that was so incredibly fun to abuse. It worked best in the American midwest or south—he’d shown up in a small town in Missouri once and uttered some cryptic nonsense, and eleven hours later they’d burned down half the town, shouting about the Rapture. He idly wondered if he tried it here, if he could convince them to burn down the CNN tower, but he was in a hurry, and cityfolk were usually too apathetic to want to burn things down if sports were not involved. So he continued on his way, looking mostly like a scruffy metal head in a black tanktop and big boots until he reached the portal to the Infernal Investigation Head Quarters.

“Borrowing style tips from the American military complex, I see,” he told the empty, spartan space. He dropped his glamours as he moved through the halls, turning into himself properly, with teeth and claws and tail and wings. You could tell no one who designed this place had ever read Oscar Wilde. No sense of aesthetics.

He found the briefing room quickly enough, and found the director, an official looking man in a suit, and someone dressed like she’d gotten lost on her way to a ren faire, with an actual spider on her shoulder. At least someone had style.

“Hail and well met, my dudes,” he said. “Whose ass are we kicking today?”
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Items: Plain clothes and a preserved rose

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Soon after, they were separated. Mara was told to sleep, but she couldn't. The image of Albert's face bloodied and mashed into the ground replayed in her mind again and again. After what felt like days of that image coursing through her mind, she noticed that her back felt strange. There were raised spots, and after a while of feeling, she got an idea of what it was. It felt like drawings of petals up and down her spine, as well as a knife square in the center of her back. She asked the girl next to her what it meant. "Oh, poor child. Looks like you'll have to keep living in this hell. The lucky ones are the ones with wounds on their backs, they-" started the woman, but as soon as she mentioned the other tattoo, one of the lesser off-humans picked her up and began to beat her within an inch of her life. Teeth flew, blood spurted, and bones were broken, and as soon as it came, the off-human left, abandoning the woman to cry in her makeshift bed.

After seeing that, Mara decided to not speak again, leaving into the world of her thoughts once more. Another long while passed, and one of the off-humans made a screeching sound, and the other prisoners slowly rose out of bed. Not wanting to break conformity, Mara did the same, following the slow, shuffling, hunched over march the others started. She accidentally bumped into another prisoner, and they just slowly turned their head, looking at her with cold, dead eyes that stared right through her before focusing their attention back on moving.

As they marched on, they come unto an opening in the side of the long corridor, and what started as a quick glance over to it became a full stop as Mara stared into the room. Stone steps leading up to a pillar before a deep pool of red. She hadn't noticed before, but as soon as she saw it, a horrible stench filled her nose. Metallic, coppery, a bitter taste on her tongue. Not to mention the odor of rotting meat mixed with a few drops of cheap perfume. Taking this all in made nausea claw at her throat, and she tried to force down the bile, but it was too late. Her stomach kept on contracting violently and forcing everything up and out. Her face was white and dripping bile, sweat, and tears. She lurched forward and sunk to her knees. The pungent stench invaded her nostrils and she heaved even though there was nothing left to go. The broken men and women still marched forward, acting as if nothing was happening. As Mara knelt there, one of the off-humans in the back of the line approached her, lifting her up by her collar and raising its fist with fingers too long.
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Ria Lethe McAlister
 Order through magic

Lethe didn't notice when the guild members left. She was too focused on her task, perhaps with the fury she had towards them fueling it. The quicker this was the done, all the sooner they'd be able to leave. After the first dozen or so angry tossing of debris, she realized how childish it was, especially given how it aggravated her wounded shoulder. She paused while pinching the bridge of her nose, resettling her emotions. She'd need a clear mind for what came next, should she find her quarry.

As she redoubled her efforts with a clear mind, Lethe glanced to check on her comrades. Quell had awakened, though still encased in Asher's holy barrier, with the harbinger resting beside it, continuing on as protector. Mara was being seen to by the metal half-man thing, with Kaliope seeming to look over the process for the moment, and Artur seemed to be watching the magus' retreat. Satisfied with everyone else's doings, she continued on for another minute before finding what something close to what she was after. It was definitely organic in nature and no larger than the palm of her own ahnd, and upon closer inspection, with a crouch and firm grasp, she decided to bring it up to her nose and, perhaps, unwisely, take a whiff. It didn't smell like normal charred flesh, there was something about it that was difficult to identify. A sort of metallic sulfur, maybe? While curious, it didn't matter all that much, since the necromancer was certain this was a part of the beast Artur had brought down.

Satisfied, she returned to where most of her group gathered with the burnt ball of flesh in tow. "Seems as though the gods favor us yet," Lethe said, presenting the scorched bit of monster. "I should be able to find some things out and give us a starting point. It'll take a few minutes, but shouldn't be long." Looking over to check on Mara's recuperation progress, she hoped the other woman would be alright in time for them to go. She didn't feel right with so few numbers already, and having to leave one behind was distasteful. Taking a breath, she sat on the scorched asphalt and sought an appropriate spell. Only one really popped out. Reaching out once again, she felt a firm grasp on the arcane power she needed. Satisfied, she set the hunk of meat before her and started with the circles and lines that would give a dark divination when she truly cast the magic. This would be different from the previous spells Lethe had cast. At its core, battle type magics and spells were crude and could be done in a rush. The true art laid in the spells that took time. They were less flashy, but so much more versatile, and that was something the young mage preferred. ​


Interacting: ZacksQuest ZacksQuest idalie idalie Snek Snek VasiliasMellow VasiliasMellow Lemercer Lemercer GumGumChomp GumGumChomp
Located: Thessaloniki, Greece
Items of Note: Former Cult's Coat of Protection (owned); Tincture holding Belt (owned);
Tincture Number & Contents: 1) Phial of Everfrost
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Vodda Flynn, "Death's Dealer"
Deck Status

Location: Montreal (the bad side of town)

Mood: business as usual

Interacting with: Nunya Beeswax

He struggled to recall where that nickname originated. Was it the so called "Paris Inquisition"? Or maybe that infamous syndicate of soul gamblers... he made a mental note to update Boss Lady on his recent findings. That is, after he finished up his business here in the alley. Maybe then he could do something interesting instead of chasing stray debtors one at a time. Assassination was never really his strong suit anywa-

The wendigo thrashed and snarled desperately beneath his grip, snapping Vodda back to attention as the creature squirmed helplessly against the secluded alley wall.

"Ah, forgive me, friend, head in the clouds and whatnot. Anyways, where were we...? Right, right, unsettled debts."

Three of the black floating cards encircling his right arm lifted into the air, revealing their faces. Nine of Pentacles, Four of Pentacles, Two of Cups. A simple transmutation spell using Pentacles with a little help from Cups to reinforce the trap. The cards flared up in a blood-red pyre, evaporating as the spell took effect. Black lines of energy, like sickly veins, traveled down Vodda's arm and spread across the ravenous creature and the wall behind it. Gritting his teeth in grim determination, the half-fae flexed his choking arm as the wall behind the creature slowly made the transition to a liquid, slowly pushing the struggling monster by the neck into the wall.

"Apologies, friend. Fate had it in for you on that plane crash, but you just had to go and eat your friends and cheat death. Maybe if you were in...better spirits, we could have made an arrangement to work off the debt. Unfortunately, my mistress needs results and not promises, so my hands are tied. Sleep tight, friend, and best wishes on the other side," the crimson-haired rogue drawled smoothly as the wendigo fought harder and harder against the gluelike surface which, until moments ago, had been a solid brick wall. The stone-colored gloop almost seemed to reach out, slowly enveloping the monster like an amoeba absorbing its prey. Soon Vodda let go as the creature's face sank beneath the surface of the transmuted wall, and as the spell wore off and the wall returned to a state of solid matter, the creature's gaunt limbs protruded through the wall, its claws flailing as it slowly starved and suffocated to death. A normal brick wall might not hold a wendigo, but the binding energy he added to the spell made sure his victim wasn't going anywhere.

In a few minutes, it would die and its soul would return to his mistress. Speaking of which, he needed to see her. As his target died slowly in a wall, Vodda strolled deeper into the alley and called to...her? Them? They? She?

Whatever. He rolled his eyes at his own confusion, concentrating and reaching out to the sister Macha in particular.

A shadow fell over the alley, a dark presence looming in Vodda's mind. He peered through the darkness to locate her, then glanced upwards and spotted Babd. Telepathically holding conversation with a bird was not his favorite pastime, but neither was talking to sister Nemain, so he counted his blessings this time.

One flesh-hungry debtor down. In more significant matters, I've traced a number of leads on the syndicate and I think-

No time for syndicate. More important matters . Macha busy, needs you for negotiation. Greek tycoon is fronting on fae, selling monsters. Talk down prices, make him stay competitive.

Okay, but what about-

Patience, Dealer, interrupted the bird's thoughts. Can't afford fey rethinking allegiances. Lower prices, no fine print. And NO third parties. Stays private. No exceptions.

Vodda sighed as the Babd finished its briefing and flew off. As it took to the sky, it filled Vodda's mind with a vision of where he needed to go. A hidden facility, in Thessaloniki, and a scheming satyr with gleaming eyes.

He shrugged as the teleportation spell began, cards flowing around him like a whirlpool.

Beats debtor duty any time.
Maybe it'll be fun.
 
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Mood: Singed
Possessions: Mabel, Mark I Mark, Poppa, Shotgun
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Finally, they were leaving this place. While Kaliope would have preferred we were off to get everyone some medical care after a ruin wrecking explosion, the reality is that Lethe was now being taken in for some kind of trial. Well Kaliope would see about that. As they walked she pulled her phone and began to speak at a volume that would clue these mages in on the legal hellfire she would be bringing down on their heads.

“Infernal Intervention, yes this is agent Blythe in the field. Location, Thessaloniki. That’s right, Greece. I need you to get me legal on the line asap. Yes there is a situation. Yes, this is important and while you're at it I need the number for the Greater Mediterranean Mages Guild Association, our patron, and APPSMO. Yes, the Association for the Protection of People of Supernatural and Mythical Origins.”

Moments passed as she held for legal and she tried to wrangle her thoughts. Unless there were teleported by the time they arrived these mages would be up to their eyes in suites, reports, investigations, and if she did it right a few terminations. Heads would roll and Kali was more than happy to ready this paper guillotine.

“Legal? Yes this is Kaliope Blythe. Yes, Team Ezec. That’s right Greece. There is an issue and the sooner we act the better as another agency wishes to try one of our agents in a court of some sort. Yes, this is during the investigation. That is what I said.”

Legal, happy to be of assistance were quick to get things underway.

“I was thinking the same thing, I don’t believe anyone on our squad speaks greek. So, we will need approved interpreters. As well as legal counsel. Oh and interpreters for our legal counsel. Well, I’m no lawyer but I was a cop and no she received nothing more than wands and threats no sort of greek miranda rights. Well, they are mages but I am unaware of any authority as they all just wear robes. No, no identification was provided. In fact, I believe he only said she was being taken in after telling her that her magic was too weak to fight back. Saying something about arcane indictment. I don’t think he is a judge.”

Kali shot some of the mages the stink eye as she continued.

“Well we are headed there if they are who they say they are. I’m sure we will get answers but before we get into that I mentioned before that you will need to contact our Patron, APPSMO, and the Greater Mediterranean Mages Guild Association. Well, apart from our investigation of a dead centaur child, in our initial meeting with these mages offered us no initial medical aid after the ‘vanquishing’. Even over here I don’t think derogatory remarks by officials to foreign officials with the proper authority is tolerated and I think they would love to get to the bottom of this as well. Did I mention we have dead. No, well who knows if they could have pulled through with immediate medical attention from actual mages with magic if again that is who they are as I’ve personally not seen one badge or evidence of credentials apart from their technicolor dream-robes.”

Kaliope, tried to keep close to the group so that even if the mages overheard her squad would know what was happening.

“Well, yes it was one hell of a welcome. Again, I couldn’t tell you anyones rank or if they are some kind of magical citizens brigade. Well if she did comply, it was obviously under duress as we were all heavily injured from the explosion. Oh yes an explosion! I was going to mention the steady ringing and possible concussion sustained by all who are still standing at this point as I have witnessed a great difference in behavior by some of our agents. Perhaps some brain damage was sustained. No, no vehicles. Yes, we are on foot even though we are all heavily injured. No, this isn’t a third world country. Yes, they do have magic. No, not one car, van, bus or truck. Due to us currently walking through ruins I could not accurately gauge their tech level.”

At this point Kali could hear the footsteps in the background as II’s legal team were hard at work breaking out their most durable and highly enchanted legal red tape. Even though she could feel a smirk tugging at the edges of her mouth she tried her best to maintain a sufficient business bitch face.

“As of yet there is no sign of a teleportation spell or the verbal, somatic, or material component needed to cast such a spell or ritual. No, no horse or buggy in sight. Carried in their arms. No, no stretcher. Again, not a third world country. Right, after the ‘vanquishing’ and the subsequent explosion they emerged and surrounded us. Yes, Agent Demetrescu did identify us as II. Yes, a brief and hostile introduction. I just think they were operating off some description as no one produced a photo. No, no markings or tattoos are visible on Agent McAlister.”

Kaliope shot a glance at Lethe after speaking her name and mouthed ‘I got you’ as she turned back to the phone.

“Yes, he could be classified as undead but no, no exposed bone or sign of rot. No, before the fight and explosion I would have described his smell as pleasant. No, less perfume and more masculine. Yes, on multiple occasions followed with threats. Yes, they did know he was II at that point. That is what I thought as well. The derogatory remarks were not just aimed at him. No, also our Kobold agent as well. I mean I was once thought to be The Stalker by a certain group. Well, I do have a certain sense that could be classified as supernatural and no. Well, yes but not in a fresh from the hellmouth, apocalyptic sense.”

Lawyers.

“I will call it in and get on that report as soon as possible. I hope to hear from you soon. Oh APPSMO already have an ongoing investigation. Well, this might just make their day. They can be here later today, wonderful. Any word from the patron? That is good to hear. Well, I will let you go. Yes, I have to make sure they aren’t some cult leading us into some ritual chamber for a sacrifice to raise some great evil. You have a good day as well and no I can’t say if I will feel better without further medical attention.”

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Ria Lethe McAlister
 Order through magic

Lethe had finished up with the intricate, yet seemingly not there lines of her circle about the piece of non-human flesh. It would help ensure her spell was safe, even though it wouldn't hold any significant ramifications should it go wrong. The circle only existed to help focus her spell. When that bit of work was done, she caught part of Kaliope's conversation into a strange device. She noted what the woman mouthed, but she didn't know what to make of it. A certain amount of comradery, she supposed, and yet, she was still grateful. It wasn't often that the mage had those willing to go extra lengths for her. Still, Lethe listened for a bit, unsure what to make of all of it before returning to the task at hand. This was no time to slack off - they had a job to do.

 She was glad that it never took long for her to reach for her magic it again. And it was time to use it. "Comparando iudicare mortuorum," she cast, her hand hovering about the hunk of meat she was casting on. A light of myriad colors shone from it as her own lavender colored eyes glowed. She was able to immediately discern a few things. One being that it was nature magic that stitched the monster together. That was interesting, and rather unexpected. A more disturbing portion was that psychomantic magic seemed to be what was controlling the creature, its traces glowing a pale light that died more every second that passed. It was so intricate, she might not have noticed it with a lesser spell. Lethe looked harder before gasping. The spell she used also analyzed the origins of the tissue used, and to find that humans had gone into making such a horrid chimera, she felt sick, almost to the point where she thought she might gag due to it. The faint red lines throughout it ebbed angrily, and each pulse was sickening. Necromancy was one thing, but this... This was absolutely perverse. Mankind was not made to be muddled with other creatures. If it had been, humanity would be more diverse than what it was.

Lastly, and the most outstanding thing, was the amount of arcane power that been poured into this thing before her. Pure mana flowed from it.. whoever made this thing was powerful. More powerful than anything she had encountered before, and fear racked her as she jumped away from the harmless bit of monster that she cast upon as though the thing might grab her. Her breathing for the next moment was erratic, eyes wide as she pushed the spell down to shut it out, the glow that had been alighting her eyes dissipating over the next several seconds. "Dear gods," she said solemnly, slowly regaining her wits. "This... thing... we're going to have be careful. Whatever made it... is beyond a capable caster." She was still recovering when she stood, shaky at best, given her findings. It made her nervous to say the least.

 "Alright," Lethe said slowly, starting to share her revelations, "I think we're looking for a nature-based magic user who is also good at psychomancy. The amount of arcana in that-" she motioned toward the beastly flesh for clarification, "-is more than I've ever seen before. Even my brother wouldn't be able to cast something like that, and he's the best I know of." Mentioning Alexander, even in comparison, hurt, being less than twelve hours since she had last seen him. But facts were facts, and Alex couldn't cast something so strong and intricate as this, which meant whoever did this was dangerous at best. Turning her gaze toward Asher, she knew it wouldn't do to let him stay in that condition. Extraction or some "white" necromancy was needed. Luckily, she did know a bit from a friend, back when her family's war with the fae had started. She hadn't tried it on broken bone before, and that left Artur, too. Support wasn't an area she was particularly good at, but it would be better than nothing. She'd start with what she knew, and headed to the revenant's side, her own wounds forgotten, the pain there but pushed down. Others would be more capable than herself, and she'd see to it that they could. "Let me see," she told the centuries older man before reaching for his injured hand.

The wound on his hand didn't seem deep, his own unnatural healing seemed to cease the blood flow, black as it was. It would take a few hours for it to heal itself, but they might not have hours, and a wound like that might slow the team down. Tilting her head in consideration, she softly uttered, "Carnes contra mendacium." A soft grey light emanated from the hand she hovered over his larger one, his palm turned skyward in hers. She watched as the tissues started sewing themselves together. Lifting her gaze, she asked, "Better, yes?"​


Interacting: ZacksQuest ZacksQuest idalie idalie Snek Snek VasiliasMellow VasiliasMellow Lemercer Lemercer GumGumChomp GumGumChomp
Located: Thessaloniki, Greece
Items of Note: Former Cult's Coat of Protection (owned); Tincture holding Belt (owned);
Tincture Number & Contents: 1) Phial of Everfrost
Spell Cast/Translation:: Comparando iudicare mortuorum = Appraisal of the dead; Carnes contra mendacium = Mend flesh
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