Sorry if some parts seem a bit rushed. I'm running short on writing time and don't want the update to have to wait another day.
The Moderator(s)
In the middle of making his nano-fiber vest, The Moderator is abruptly distracted when he hears one of the soldiers assigned to keep an eye on him shouting at someone not to move, followed a moment later by the sounds of panic and gunfire. The Moderator looks up from his work to see a person clad in a full suit of armor fearlessly stealing said soldiers' assault rifles.
Unsurprisingly, the sudden appearance of a magical, gun-snatching intruder seems to have caused an emergency siren to go off. Which, given the importance of this particular department, likely means that in about a minute the area will be swarmed with a couple dozen more soldiers while the room is put into lockdown. Lovely...
Other-Moderator"The...you do know how to play Twenty Questions, right?"
Jorn Darkmane
Once he is certain that the servant-to-be is securely trapped within the circle's confines, Jorn speaks to it, making clear to the demon that it will not be released until unconditional subservience is given to him.
The being lifts the rest of its head up above its wing, revealing a mouth in the form of a short beak. It stares at Jorn more intently for a second, before exhaling a mighty burst of fire in his direction. Apparently it disagrees with his demands. Fortunately, the circle stops the fire from reaching Jorn. Less fortunately, seeing its attack fail to thoroughly flame-broil its summoner only seems to make the being more aggressive.
The angered demon folds its wings back as it starts to wildly screech and thrash about in an attempt to break the magical barrier keeping it from harming the Chosen One. While such behavior certainly is not ideal for a servant, it
does give Jorn a chance to get a better look at the creature he has brought forth into the world. He takes note of some interesting details about the demon, such as the fact that it happens to have four arms, and that each of its hands are equipped with a set of four long talons that would very likely be used to horribly mutilate him were it to actually escape from the circle.
While the demon may have a bad temper, it is smart enough to realize the futility of its retaliation after only a few minutes of acting out. Seeing no other choices present, the demon suppresses its rage, and with great reluctance, submits to the warlock.
Hisir Namedene
The Chosen One continues to hide patiently on the basement stairs for the next several minutes, until finally, he hears someone exit the other room and begin to make their way down the hall. Curious, yet cautious, Hisir quietly opens the basement door
just enough to peek out and get a look at who the individual is. The Chosen One catches a glimpse of a woman, clothed in naught more than a long towel, quickly walking into the bedroom across from him and shutting the door.
It looked like she had just stepped out of the bath, which could explain how she hasn't yet encountered any of the escaped prisoners or ShadowBeings that have been creeping around her home for the past half-hour or so.
Zanzetkuken the Great
Suddenly remembering that, as a Planeswalker, he has much, much faster methods of transportation at his disposal, Zanzetkuken imbues the collected yet unused mana he had planned to put toward summoning a BaleFire Dragon into his adamantine blade to be called upon later.
The Chosen One hurriedly suits up in his darksteel armor, removing his cloak, shoulder guards, and adamantine breastplate in order to get the summoned equipment to fit properly. After that, it's only a short time of travelling between the planes of existence before Zanzetkuken is standing next to The Moderator deep within the top-secret Canadian research & development facility known as Black Maple. And in one of the facility's most highly secure and guarded rooms, no less. Needless to say, The two soldiers watching over The Moderator are quick to take notice of the Planeswalker's arrival.
"Uh...who the hell is that?" One of the soldiers asks. Rather than taking the time respond to his partner's question, the other soldier aims his assault rifle at Zanzetkuken without hesitation and shouts, "DON'T MOVE!"
Immediately deciding that the best course of action would be to separate his opponents from their weaponry, Zanzetkuken proceeds to do the exact opposite of not moving, and charges toward the soldiers, prompting the both of them to open fire.
The bullets ricochet harmlessly off of the Chosen One's darksteel plate, and before either of the soldiers know it, the rifles are ripped from their grasp by their mysterious armored adversary.
Not prepared to accept defeat so easily, the two men swiftly unholster their sidearms. Yet just as Zanzetkuken tries to take those from them as well, his attention is momentarily diverted when a blaring alarm is triggered throughout the facility...
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