Bryan
Heh, inexperience is why I limit myself. In the heat of the moment it is hard for me to of more than one option. It leads to mistakes.
I just wanted to get in and out quietly and quickly. Now I might have a problem.
Sense for minds. If I can tell that someone is getting close give them reasons to stay away, such as the jobs in that area are done.
Faron
While waiting for transfer of information, try to put a basic bandage over the injury, plenty of fabric around to do that.
You search with your mind, trying to find someone nearby. You look in a large radius but don't touch another human mind in your search.
Your host looks at his wound. He doesn't think it's something to worry about, which is strange considering the size of the hole. Still, the bleeding is slowing down and has almost stopped. He puts some cloth under his coat to cover the hole.
Your host's mobile phone vibrates and rings. He picks it up.
"Agent FourTeen Confirm." comes the monotonous female voice from the other side, followed by a tone.
"
Affirmative." your host responds.
"Analysis Complete.
Target Amethyst Predicted Location: RavensCourt Industries Warehouse, Seven Seven Four RedMore Avenue.
Find Target Amethyst.
Sterilize Target Area." There's another tone.
Your host is about to hang up but the voice continues.
"Warning. Grade B Administrator Detected. Outsider Influence Detected." there's another tone and then the phone call ends.
Your host gets out of the church and back to his car. Now he knows where he has to go.
<That implies you have a car, you hobo head voice!>
Does Alan have the capability to use his powers? If so, summon a sofa in front of the rest of the police cars, then ram the sissy government agent from behind.
If not, attempt to get in front of sissy government agent and abruptly stop. If that doesn't work just ram him.
Or do I have guns? Use the guns if I do.
<That insult doesn't even make sense you smelly bane of reason!> You put your host's arm out the window and focus on summoning a sofa. You get an armchair. Close enough. Your interface beeps a few times. You're still close to desynchronization.
The police officer driving the car behind you is surprised but manages to react in time nonetheless. The armchair hits his car near the front left tire, causing him to swerve out of control and fall behind. You can see him as a dot in your rear view mirror, trying to catch up to you.
The driver of your target vehicle gets his hand out of the window and fires a wild burst with his machine pistol, seriously injuring your windshield but not doing much else. You respond with your sawn off shotgun. You're on target (barely) but it doesn't seem to have affected him much.
You see what looks like a firework or flare in the distance. It seems to be coming from the same direction your target is heading towards.
"I think I vaguely remember that guy."
>Fire at the guy trying to ram me. Aim for the driver, obviously.
<That implies you have a car, you hobo head voice!><That insult doesn't even make sense you smelly bane of reason!> You watch from your rear view mirror as an armchair appears and hits the police car, causing it to fall behind.
You aim and fire at the offending car with your machine pistol but miss, merely putting a few holes in its windshield.
The man in the other car fires a sawed-off shotgun. It hits your car but it doesn't seem to have caused much damage, besides a broken mirror. One of the pellets hits you but it is slowed by the intervening door and stopped by your armor. You barely even feel it.
You see what looks like a firework or flare in the distance. It seems to be coming from the same direction you're going.
<You might want to let Awena know that I'm here and that the fires are mine. I think possessing her like that is going to desynchronize you. I spent some time earlier separating my flames from Zoe, I can keep this up all day, but I'm not talking to Zoe or messing with her head any. I don't think Zoe even knows I'm here.>[/i][/color]
I wonder how Zoe is going to handle the negotiations. I hope she stays focused like this, and doesn't let my flames mess her up any.
Relinquish control; hold on!
Withdrawing now, Awena! Don't worry about the fires either, Irene has it under control!
"Warehouse, then. Come with us."
Withdraw after speaking, leave Awena full control.
I really doubt that he would just blurt that out and for it to be a lie...despite my better judgement.
I'd advise for you to believe them-hence my order, yet I know you know better than I, here, Awena...
Listen to the spirits.
Listen to yourself.
...And sorry for that one punch I threw that hurt your hand. I must've hit his jaw too hard. Erm...sorry?
"Warehouse, then. Come with us." Theri says quickly and allows Awena to regain control of her body.
"What? Are you sure?""Yes, I mean, I think so. I... She said-""Okay then. Can we move?" asks one of the men carrying Amelia.
Zoe is unsure. Those men are responsible for Amelia's state. By all rights she should kill them.
Then again, Awena has helped her today. And the strange things happening... She might be right about that supernatural influence after all.
Amelia needs help. Those men might be able to help her. And if they are right and the government gets her...
"Alright. But I'm keeping an eye on you." Zoe says while searching the men for guns.
"You try anything and I'll make sure you won't live to regret it."The men nod and move to put Amelia in the back of the van.
((Action continues in Lenglon's part of the turn.))
{Irine}
curve all my fires up into a dome-shape, all pulled into a central point overhead of us. as they reach that central point, where there is no fuel for it to sustain itself upon, relinquish control of it, making it disappear. continue this until all the fire is gone except a single tiny sphere of flame, about four inches / 10cm in diameter. additionally, allow the fires that I'm not actively controlling to act normally - guns and engines and such are allowed to work again.
Zoe doesn't need my firepower anymore, now that she's armed.
Bring the tiny sphere down to Zoe's eye level, arm's length away, and let it bob gently beside her, and follow her around. If she enters a vehicle, I'll relinquish most of it, reducing it to a mere 1 inch / 2cm diameter, and have it carefully enter with her, avoiding touching her or anyone else at all times. If Zoe speaks questions aloud, then I'll use the mini-fire-orb to answer them as honestly as I am able. I'll have it go up and down 3x for yes, left and right 3x for no, circles for other.
If she seems frightened by it, have it back off from her, and if she still doesn't calm down about it, then just relinquish control of it and let it fade as well. ((Example question: "Are you the one controlling the fires?" answered by the orb going up and down three times.))
((Continued from Tiruin's part of the turn.))
You move your flames upwards, trying to extinguish them. The work goes fast. Perhaps a bit too fast. The fires converge into a large ball high in the sky. The ball gets compressed and then expands outwards like a firework. Someone's definitely going to see that.
"Is one of you doing this?" Zoe asks the men as she gets in the back of the Van.
"We thought you were doing this."
"It's- I think I can explain. A spirit is following you, Zoe. A spirit called Irene. She's helping you and me. It's-""Can we talk about this hokus pokus things later? They're coming for us."
True enough, you can hear sirens in the distance.
One of the men seems to notice it too, for he doesn't get in the van.
"You go ahead and take her to the warehouse. I'll stay here. Delay them. Help John. You take care of her. She must survive."He closes the door and the driver starts the van. You can't see where you're going but Zoe keeps pointing her gun at the man in the back.
After a while, you can hear muffled gunshots in the distance.
So to sum up, Awena and Zoe are in the Van, along with Amelia, the driver and another man and they're driving towards the warehouse.
<...I hope that is a sign of improvement on your part. I sometimes wonder if you are some kind of a test for me and if so, what is the correct response...
So, it looks like we'll be stuck here for a while. Thanks to you. Any interesting stories to share or perhaps some clever -ha!- questions to ask?>
Interface, Scion: <Hmm... well, what is the relationship between you entities? It seems like there is a lot of friction between some of you, kind of like the Guardians... except with much more power, like Eido...>
<We've been through a lot. Five cycles is a long time, long enough for all kinds of grudges to develop. But it is also a short time for them to learn how to coexist, how to deal with things, how to change. They are still young, in a way.>It sounds rehearsed, like she's reciting something, not truly believing in it.
<...Or at least that's what he always says.
My opinion is that this is normal, desirable. All beings should fight for power. For self-improvement. For control over others. Not doing so is a sign of weakness. Stagnation.>She sighs.
<Then again, I'm supposed to be young myself, according to him.> she says with a tinge of anger in her voice.
She remains silent for a few moments.
<Anyway, in the end, it doesn't matter. We fight, yes, but we don't kill each other and we help each other when it matters. Some say they do it out of friendship or other such nonsense, but it is a simple truth that there is strength in numbers, in diversity and we're too young to risk the death of one of us. The loss of one of us, especially one of the first would mean that all of us are weaker. Those of us who do not understand that have that made clear to them in... other ways.
Very few of our kind have ever died and none of them were killed by one of us, at least not directly. Most of them younglings. And if they were weak or stupid enough to die despite the protection we offered them, then they probably deserved it.
Perhaps in the future there will be more room for war between us. Depends on which faction prevails, I guess.>
((I've started writing the BETA turn (completely irrelevant, but have you noticed that we have the
Amethyst Mission and the
BETA mission?). Busy now. Will finish it later.))
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