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| What: A LARP game gets a bit too realistic | |||||
There is something about central park. Cir-El is not sure why, but things seem to happen there more often than just about anywhere in the city. It is some place she patrols regularly as a result. And, sometimes, she comes there as Mia Kent instead. People who prey on the innocent may run from superlass, but hey seek out Mia...and that makes it easy to find and capture them. Thus, a teenage girl with glasses, a blue sweater, and a red skirt is walking through the park, reading a book.
With her scrying mirror and regular reports from her demon horde, Illyana does happen to learn when interesting things happen, and every so often she likes to amuse herself by joining in the fun. Sometimes it's to help the needy, other times to kick some major ass, and then, sometimes it's just for schadenfreude, she is the Queen of Limbo after all.
Having been preparing to move homes soon,Al has decided to take a break from packing and has come to central park. Weird occurrences aren't quite new, but it just seemed a good day to be out and about. Two of his hands were stuff into the pockets of his blazer while the other two wre cross over his chest seeming in thought. Not entirely sure of where he was at the moment, just knowing he needed to get away
Mia sees a group of role-players doing some kind of fantasy game. One of them, playing an evil sorcerer, is holding up a plastic knife and intoning an invocation while several one pretends to be a sacrifice and several other pretend to try to break through a protective spell. Suddenly something goes really wrong...as a red rip forms in the air and a demonic-looking head looks out. To clawed hands reach up and push the rip wider as the monster steps through. This is definitely not a job for Mia Kent. Fortunately her speed lets her change faster than others can see what she is doing.
While the rift steals most people's attention, Illyana soon appears in a white flash of light, clad in blood red robes, a hood covering her face, standing a few feet away from the rift she looks up at it and shakes her, "some game you kids found to play..." she seems rather nonchalant about the whole demon coming through a rift thing.
Kids playing a seemingly Innocent game...and suddenly a demon is popping out. A lot of this was very much still new to him but all four of his arms are suddenly clenched looking to give a pounding. He wasn't exactly the most experienced, but they were kids! He couldn't help but Notice the appearance of Illyana while Mia's quick changing goes unnoticed, as she moves to fast for him to see
The demon proclaims, "I am here to accept your sacrifice for power, warlock. Slay the foolish mortal and I will grant you the power you have requested." The role-players all scream (except the "warlock" who is clearly in shock).
Cir-El does not think this sounds at all good, so she drops between the demon and the kids and proclaims, "You will have to go through me first Demon." Inside she us sweating, magic is one thing that can really mess her up.
While not knowing anything about Cir-El, Illyana does appreciate she would so readily put herself between the child and the demon. People who do that are either very brave, or just don't know enough about demons. Either way, brave enough to put your life on the line for a child you don't know, is impressive for Illyana. She definitely needed that kind of people at certain points in her life, "there will be no transaction," Illyana comments calmly while walking closer to Cir-El and the rift, glowering herself at the warlock, "Mr. 'Warlock', I think you should leave...and not play pretend with things you don't understand..."
Soon Big Al is joining the ladies, he was a bit further away then they were but saw and heard everything. He comment "I have to wonder how a demon can't tell the difference between children playing, and a real warlock" That or the children were using some real things. His 'skin' and clothes were beginning to take on a metallic look to them still looking ready to move and help if needed. Though he comment more to himself then anyone "Hmm, could use some demon teeth" as if his mind was elsewhere. He glances to the children, seeing some have run away.
The four-armed stranger has an interesting question. Cir-El is not sure if she will like the answer. The demon does something, and the "warlock" suddenly glows and floats in the air, screaming as bolts of magical energy fly from his hands. One strikes cir-El, Knocking her down. she stands up and realizes she now has problems on two sides. The kid is clearly not in control of his powers and is a threat to everyone around. So there better not be anyone around. Cir-El moves at super-speed to remove everyone nearby but the demon, the warlock, and the other heroes.
Illyana peers at Big Al from the shadowy cover of her hood, snorting, as she remarks, "the mistake wasn't the demon's, it was the child's, when you invite demons...they can come, no magic necessary." Illyana speaks as if she's something of an expert on the topic, her tone suggesting she's not theorizing. But when magical bolts start flying, Illyana turns to snap at the 'warlock', "control yourself! Sheesh...think about a flower blooming, focus on that, and be quiet!" She then turns to look up at the demon and the rift, "if you don't want to experience pain...I believe you want to go right back into that rift...I can take you somewhere worse!" The problem is that as she speaks her threat to the demon, Illyana's tone becomes quite infernal itself...could it be she's just another demon?
"Dearly noted" Al growls out to Illyana, being a creature of few words right now. By now the hands and forearms of his four arms have become steel, and his chest is now also covered in a steel like covering. Magic bolts aren't fun, he know he has some aversion to magic attack but doesn't know how much. None the less he doesn't wait for the demon to take order, he launches forward to throwing an upper left and a lower right hook at the same time, both aiming for the demons jaw.
Cir-El returns from clearing the area to find the four-armed man launching a physical attack on the demon. Well, not the way she would do it...because she prefers to stay out of reach of magical creatures. She aims carefully and fires a blast of force at the upper part of demon's head. The demon, struck twice at nearly the same moment, is staggered by the attacks. The Young warlock tries to concentrate on flowers, and flowers start falling from the skies...
Al had many motives for the things he does. The blast attack from Cir-El has him startled, but none the less their attacks went through, and even knocked a few teeth out! Has been changing more and more into metal, but his transformation wasn't complete. None the less he decides it best to keep launching those attacks at the demon, instead of giving it time to recover. Maybe if Lucky his physical attacks and Cir-El blast attack can knock it back, glancing back at her every now and again to see if she gives some sort of cue or not. Sure it might be raining flowers, but this wasn't the time to smell them.
Illyana creates a stepping disc and takes herself and the demon to Limbo, leaving the other two to deal with the problem of the warlock. Cir-El says, "Listen up kid, it does not matter where it came from, the power is yours now, and you need to control it if you do not want someone getting hurt."
Al begins to pick up several of the left behind demon teeth when Illyana takes the demon. After picking up all he can he looks between Cir-El and the Warlock never having been in a situation quite like this. He says gently "Perhaps he can find a teacher. Know any Magic Users?" he asks more of Cir-El keeping an eye on the kid. His skin and clothes begin to change back to normal as he pockets the teeth.
Cir-El says, "Three I can think of, but not sure if any of them are looking for students." She knows her stepmother best, but there is Zachary and Zack as well.
Al nods "Well even if they aren't, they may know some folks. Might not be a bad idea to direct him to someone to at least keep" gestures to where the rift was "This from happening again....at least from him" he note before looking over the Kid "Any idea if your folks with Magic?" His his upper arms cross over his chest while the other two make their way into his pockets again
The scared young warlock says, "I am an orphan, I do not really know." If there is magic in the family, that would certainly explain his lack of training.
Cir-El says, "Let me make a call." she pulls a cell phone out from a small canister set in one of her gloves and dials a number.
Al frowns slightly as he hears the kid is an orphan. Despite his tall stature and possibly intimidating looks he walks over and lays a hand on the kids shoulder "Try not to worry bout it. I am sure you'll be fine" he assures the kid. As it stands, he hasn't had his abilities all that long either and at least partly know what it felt like. He patiently watches as Cir-El makes a call
Genevieve's phone rings, when she answers it, it is Cir-El calling, "We have a bit of a problem near where you gave the pottery lesson. A youth has been endowed with magic and needs some quick lessons on self control."
The youth is trying to remain calm, and keeps concentrating on flowers to distract himself...resulting in flowers raining down at intervals.
Al begins picks up a few samples of the flowers and pocket them for future use, who knows they may have some properties he can use for his alchemy. But now he was curious and ask the youth "So Whit's your name Kid? Or should I just refer to you as warlock?" he ask with a bit of a grin.
The mage known as Genevieve answers the phone. A few minutes later she is arriving via motorcycle? No! Minokecycle! "Interesting Weather. I usually go for falling Brimstone myself." She smirks a little and steps closer. "How about we stop the falling foliage and start learning how to deal with this stuff." She smiles a little. "I want you to close your eyes and just let yourself calm down."
Minoke Zavia is a bright red motorcycle with a pair of red-white headlights which seem to swivel on their own. A cable connects to a helmet that's on Gene's head so she can talk to her passenger(s) while traveling. Two struts extend down to balance the motorcycle as Minoke waits patiently, playing the part of vehicle.
Cir-El says softly to Genevieve, "The youth accidentally summoned a demon somehow, my guess is he has some natural magic...the demon called him a Warlock. Anyway the demon awakened his magic, but he has almost no training." The youth says to Al, "I am Greg." Then he listens to Genevieve and tries to calm down, but clearly has a lot worrying him...like where his friends are and if they are all right...and whether the demon will be back.
"Well Greg, I'm Al, or Big Al to my friends" The four armed behemoth tells the youth. "And I wouldn't worry bout your friends..err" gestures to Cir-El "She made sure they got away quicker then most people can see!" he assures the kid. It not to guess what folks may be thinking about at times like this. He stays by Greg and quiets down as he is given Directions, nodding to the new Arrivals.
Genevieve Zavia smiles, "Inside, you can feel it. The change that has transpired. It's as if something has stirred and now that it's awake, it can not sleep again. It's hard to put your finger on because your senses are being bombarded but in the stillness. In the quite, you can sense the source."
The headlights on the red motorcycle roam around, focusing on Big Al, as if studying the being who someone summoned a demon into him. The motorcycle is stationary though
Superlass assures Greg, "Your friends are safe enough. I do not know what happened to the demon though, that girl just vanished with him. Hopefully she is all right." Somewhat reassured, Greg tries to calm himself. He mutters something about wishing he had taken yoga class. Eventually the flower rain stops.
Al looks to the motorcycle, did it just move....on it's own? You know what, stranger thing have happened, he can take a moving motorcycle in stride. He glances to Greg and watches as the flower rain stops. He says "Well, you got that to stop, that's a good thing" he notes quietly.
Genevieve Zavia smiles, "Good. That is how you control your abilities. You find the source and you bring them under your control. Using that magic though is a little different. That requires much more in depth training. So... perhaps a teacher would benefit you?"
The motorcycle suddenly makes an irregular modulated beeping noise as the headlights continue to shine on Al and Greg. It glances over to Cir-El, and if she looks at the motorcycle, one headlight winks off and back on in recognition. It communicates in Machine-Code.
Cir-El looks over at Minoke, she is not really good at translating binary to Asci code, but she does think fast enough to have time to figure it out. Greg shivers a bit, "I think you are right. Can you take me to a teacher?"
There not much Al can add to this. He elects to pick up more of the flowers seeing as this seemed to be well underway. Hopefully if he does get a teacher they can help him.
Genevieve Zavia hmms, "I will see if I can find someone." She turns ad looks over at the bike and smiles, "Yes you may hon." She then gives a nod, "Excuse me. There is an issue I need to attend to..." A Demon pigeon got lose. Why did she ever bind those things to pigeons? Quickly she draws her wan and casts the teleportation spell.
The motorcycle suddenly turns into shimmering red goo, changes into a pillar, rises up, and reforms as a redhead young woman. "It's interesting being a vehicle..." she muses as she walks over to Al and Greg. "Hello, I am Minoke Zavia," she states, extending her hand for the two of them.
Superlass says, "Minoke is not a practicing magic user, but she knows a bit about the subject. she can help you and probably knows where to find someone to teach you...or at least can help you until her other gets back." Greg still seems pretty nervous, but nothing seems to be happening.
Al smiles and give Minoke a firm handshake not seeming to be put off but what he saw "Nice to meet you, Al is who I am" gestures to Greg "And this is Greg". He then urges Greg forward "After today, bet you can handle anything"
Minoke Zavia blinks. "Mother would be my best guess..." she muses softly, clciking her tongue. "But if necessary, I can absorb excess magicks so you can't hurt yourself with it?" she asks. "What exactly happened here, sister?"
"This young man, Greg, and some friends were playing a game. He was pretending to use magic to summon a demon, in these days they call it Larping...that means Live Action Role Playing. The thing is, he unknowingly had a magic gift, so the ritual actually worked. A sorceress turned up to challenge the demon, and the demon did something to empower the summoner to help him fight. Greg, however, was not interested in helping the demon, so the Sorceress took him...somewhere." Cir-El explains briefly. She adds, "The sorceress suggested that Greg think about a flower to calm himself, with the results we see here." Greg asks, "Can I talk to my friends first, before we go wherever?"
Al glances to Greg and then the three ladies in question "I see no harm in that." is all he comment to Minoke and Cir-El "They were after all with him"
Minoke Zavia blinks. "Sorceress?" she asks. "who was it?" she asks curiously, bouncing up and down a bit in excitement. "I like meeting sorceresses - did you get her name?" She glances between the two men. "You two ok?"
Cir-El says, "She did not really introduce herself, sorry Min. She was blond though, and had a sword and armor." She says to Greg, "I left your friends over this way, I do not know if they are still there yet."
Al grunts "If I were them, I probably would have gone home" he says. "If there not there, I would suggest checking their homes" he informs Greg with a light shrug of his shoulders. He looks to Minoke "See sounded pretty demonic herself. And yes were okay"
Minoke Zavia nods. "That is good," she states, smiling. "Either of you need transportation anywhere? I might be able to manage both of you..."
Superlass smiles at her sister, "You know I do not need any transportation, I am faster than you are. You can transport the others if they want though." Greg seems willing to let Min transport him. About half of Greg's friends are still about where Cir-El left them, apparently think the heroes would protect them.
Al rolls his shoulders "I don't need any transportation. I'll just continue on my search" he informs Minoke glancing to where Greg's friends are, now that things have calmed enough for him to actually look around.