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Like a God-damn zit!

Post  Artis Wilhelm on Wed Apr 14, 2010 10:33 am

[ Underground | Prison | Sewer System | Nevada ]


"Now I ain't the quickest horse 'round here, but you got other motives, ain'tcha? With everythin' I've seen in the last few minutes, ya coulda killed us and been gone ten minutes ago...butcha didn't. Why?"

That southern twang couldn't help but be noticed. It was thick, but Tobias was right. "Good point Sherlock..." On many accounts. He wasn't the quickest horse, because pointing out the obvious was well like... pointing out the obvious. No shit really came to mind. Whatever though right. Rapier wit isn't going to save them either. So Artis was just as guilty for his theatrics. "I bet if we sing kumbaya and hold hands around the camp fire formally known as Arik's table, he'll be more inclined to answer? Don'tcha think, shucks?" Mocking Tobias with a murdered accent.

"You are hardly a barrel of laughs yourself! Here's a joke for you, A room filled with Americans and only the Brit seems to want to be free!”

Artis was either one of two things when Colby made that statement. Baffeled or confused. Never mind you that, because did he just see the transmuter rip a sink from the wall as if it where chid's play? Guess the Brit was eating his wheaties. "Wow, that was sorta cool." Said in response before watching the astranged (if not thoroughly ticked off) european use the porcelian like it where a base ball bat. "Ohhhhh, home run." Both arms shot up in the air, before rolling his eyes and pocketing each hand. If Colby wanted to go minor league for Essentian head lobbing, well the man is a shoe in.

"We should get those injured away .. can anyone else conjurer? "

So where were we? That's right, Danae was it? Hard to remember a bunch of class mates when the only names you cared about had an alchol content. "Sounds like a plan, you first." Said as his lips parted, blowing smoke rings. He was only being sarcastic, should push come to shove the jokester himself would throw on his cape and spandex. Exhausting every fiber of his being to protect them, well the best an Abjuration'er could. His power wasn't limitless and these alpha males were sure quick to take on an unknown enemy up close and personal. Felt like a dick measuring contest, he wondered who'd win.

“What in the nine-circles of Bloody Hell do you want from us Demon?”

A brow raised, Art's would eye Xakiel then Colby. No way that was a Demon, not that beating he took, and especially not with the way Arik had this place rigid like he were ADT. If one had to guess. A really, really powerful Arcanist or an Essentian. Then that lead you to wonder, why, and what was the purpose? Surely the Ancients wouldn't just wipe the slate clean? Unless they where just that capricious. Then again, they did just throw this lot on their shoulders. So it may very well be a cleansing. That would suck, he thought.

"Who are you? Why are you here? And where is Arik?”

Score one for the enchanter. An awareness that only those who had the "juice" could comprehend. Sorta tickled you like a metaphysical feather, him working that phenomenal cosmic power. But his attention was being grabed from every which direction. Going from Colby, to Danae to now Jason. After watching his exbition on how to get your ass kicked (well more like how to take a hit like a man), caused Wilhelm to step away from the wayward flock. Wondering if all this male bravado would die sooner, rather then later. Sooner he hoped. If you think about it, Xakiel is like a wall that had the word 'Stop' painted in bright neon letters, and they just kept ramming themselves right into it. Basically this whole caged match seemed pointless. Then again you say tomato, he says another round please.

"Man..." Breath in and breath out. A mantra he kept repeating as he inhaled deeply taking the longest drag known to mankind before exhaling a stream of smoke through his nostrils. Only to go cross eye'd at the sight of Gideon going iron-man, and damn it all the theme song from the cartoon starting playing like a broken record in his head. The things Artis thinks of at the worse of times would strike most dumbfounded. The train of lyrics was only broken by the sight of Gabrielle giving into shock, fear, or what have you. His shoulders sunk, and his eyes would roll into the back of his head as he ruffled that hair. Far be it for him to stick his neck out and play caregiver, but falling to pieces at a time like this was gonna get her killed. Meandering over, which could be best described as Shaggy from Scooby Do, he'd take a knee while reaching into his knapsack.

"Hey, snap out of it sweet cheeks." Let him tell ya, that ass of her's had dimensions only a man who truely appreciates the feminine physique could admire. All daydreams aside, he'd withdraw a small flask of peppermint schnopz and wiggle it in front of her head. "Take a hit of some liquid courage, it'll ease the nerves. Now up on your feet, this isn't the time to go all catatonic on us." Trying to help her, he'd awkwardly fumble around wondering all the while if she'd feel the urge to smack him or push off as he grabbed her arm. Mind you it wasn't hard, more like he was kneading bread or something.

"Son of a bitch, he popped my field like a god-damn zit.." Was all he could blurt out before Xakiel went all wicked witch on their asses, whisking them away to a far-far off place or never land. Much to his rude awakening. "Ohhh, what the fuck is that smell..." He'd gag, covering his mouth. "I think I'm gonna barf..."

Artis Wilhelm
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Arcane-Touched

Domain : Abjuration

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Gabrielle Sommers on Wed Apr 14, 2010 11:24 am

Underground| Prison
Sewer System, Nevada


Gabrielle was playing dead hoping that the man would bore with them and leave them alone, but that was till she felt a male presence and his hands grab a hold of her. He was talking to her and her eyes started to flutter open till the flask was pressed to her lips. That was when her eye popted open and looked right at him they were amber color unnaturally so threatening to bore right into him. She was getting ready to react when she felt a cold unnatural in itself grab hold of her.

The green that filled her eyes next was enough to make her close them again and trying to move was useless as it seemed the man that was attacking them was once again working his magic. Then without warning a stench filled her nostrils that she could only describe as the worse sewer system in New York times a hundred. Opening her eyes they filled with total darkness and she could hear the others around her start to adjust to the smell.

Her attention was on the man that was still next to her but not holding her anymore she could hear him gage and react to the smell. Smiling a bit she spoke, “I’ve smelt worse amazingly enough. If you’re going to be sick make sure to hit the ground not your shoes and stuff a rag in your nose if you can’t remember not to breathe through that. That should curve the urge to throw up.”

She then coughed a little herself more or less to clear her lungs of the acid that was remaining from the cloud that was in the room with them back at the Keep before she continued, “Best be moving tall, dark, and handsome don’t want to be the next meal for whatever things are down here. Something tells me that our little friend was just a taste of what the things in here can do to us.”

Pausing only to tell herself that this was no longer a time to zone out she spoke more, “Don’t want the others thinking us ruff and tumble types get all rouge on them when put into a place like this. Our friend did do us one favor though. The manna drain that some of us were experiencing is gone from what I can tell. We’re back up to full strength. Can’t say the guy didn’t have a heart under all that snow or he would have just dropped us in here and left us weakened ready for the picking.”

Her eyes adjusted to the area and still it was pitch black she growled at that and symbolically brushed the knees of her jeans off that she chose to wear that day. Mumbling more to herself than anyone else, “Thank God today I was smart and wore my play cloths or this would be one pissed off diva. I wouldn’t be able to be controlled what so ever would hunt that man down to kick him square in the face.” Letting a flustered growl escape her lips and then pulled her hair pony tighter mumbling some more. “No shower today kids not unless you want to smell like a foot locker and a sewer system all rolled into one.”

Gabrielle Sommers
Arcane-Touched
Arcane-Touched

Domain : Transmutation

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Tobias Wakefield on Wed Apr 14, 2010 11:06 pm

Underground
Sewer system, Nevada


Again, Tobias was ignored...by Xakiel at least. Artis seemed to think it the right time to mock, which of course Tobias was used to. So he said nothing, yet. Instead, Tobias' focus remained on the man before them, defying death at every corner as if he did it on a daily basis. Which, come to think of it, might actually be true. But back to the present...and it was turning..green?

'Answers' had been pulled from Xakiel, though cryptic they were. Tobias didn't exactly have time to cypher the answer's because before he knew what was happening, strings of green light were surrounding his being. Of course his first thought was an attack, but he quickly noticed that if it was, the man must have changed his tune quickly. The energy encompassed him, closed him off from sight of the others, thankfully even Xakiel. Then, as the energy dissipated and the world came into view once more, albeit darker, Tobias felt as if he had stepped out of an Irish Spring soap commercial; refreshed and somewhat high-spirited, despite their little trip.

Much like Danae, as soon as Tobias had his bearings, a hand went to the pocket knife kept clipped to his waist, flipping it open Tobias took a look around. There wasn't much to see, but there sure was quite a bit to smell. That said, Tobias could only offer a small lop-sided grin as some of the others gagged and held their noses. He'd worked on a ranch most of his life for Christ sake. There wasn't much he hadn't smelled in his lifetime.

"I ain't got no clue," was his own offhanded response to Danae's question; he expected no reply.

Colby was given a nod though in his urging that they move forward...what else was there to do? Stepping past Artis to follow Colby, Tobias gave the man a harder than necessary pat on the back.

"Aw, it ain't that bad Arty, yer justa big ole' pussy."

No one else had attempted to make fun of his accent...so he held a grudge every now and then, sue him. Continuing on his way, Tobias caught up with Colby.

"So whatcha thinkin' there, hoss?"

It seemed that Colby had a plan...or at least, a better plan than his own. Which is to say he had none as of yet. Tobias glanced over his shoulder frequently while he awaited a response. One reason was to make sure everyone was still there, the other, was to make sure no one was there who shouldn't be.

Tobias Wakefield
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Arcane-Touched

Domain : Illusion

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Bailey Turner on Fri Apr 16, 2010 8:14 pm

She felt something closing in around her and she paniced "GAVIN!" She screamed. Her heart rate shot up sky high. "Gavin what's happening?" She felt the cocoon like thing surrounding her and she kicked at it. She hated things she didn't understand. "is this how i'm going to go? inside this strange thing? Why did I even go out of the house that day?" She groaned softly flinched as her muscles worked against the coccoon. "Gavin I'm scared" She spoke softly to him not knowing if he could even hear her.

Bailey Turner
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Domain : Illusion

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Danae Wrede on Fri Apr 16, 2010 8:38 pm

Danae listened to them all as they accustomed themselves to whereever the hell they had arrived. She cursed herself soflty for forgetting her pack, but ah well. She shifted a little bit as Colby and Tobias started walking she gave a nod to the others that following was a good idea. She had participated in search and ceiuses that reminded her vaguely of these sorts of situation. The footsteps fell in behind the two men while she contemplated a few things. The stench was slowly becoming tolerable, oddly enough. The questions rolled through her head as she contemplated what this place was.. then chuckled as she shook her head. Stupid ass.. she tugged her phone from a pocket and flipped it open. She glanced up now and then to their backs while her thumb flipped through applications.

The GPS was drawn up, if nothing else get a location of the place would give her a better idea of what and where to seek an exit. Or so she hoped. She'd fell better about all this if she had her remington nice and snug against her, that and Spruce. The scruffy little nerf-herder. But for now she would settle for location, well this was providing she could get a signal here.

Danae Wrede
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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Gideon Shaw on Sat Apr 17, 2010 11:49 am

Underground
Sewer system, Nevada

At this point, Gideon was more concerned with ensuring his arms didn’t melt. He once again surveyed his metallic forearms, unwilling to revert back to normal for the moment less the acid remained on his flesh. All he could do was quietly look out upon Xakiel as he was struggled with the answers to each of Jason’s questions. He didn’t fully understand the nature of the enchanter’s powers, but was glad to see the effects of his magic on his side. Though Xakiel’s answers were cryptic if not threatening it had meant that they were making some progress. That was until it seemed the stranger played his trump card.

Ribbons of green energy snakes there way through the keep each one enveloping a magic user eventually coming to him. He hoped his strength and form would fight it off, but the first punch didn’t even feel like it connected as he was tugged away from Arik’s Keep ripping him through space along with the others until they all seemed to reappear moments later. Once the green faded, Gideon looked around newly invigorated much like the others. His felt his body surge again with mana and noticed the marks left by the acid had faded restoring the luster of his arm again. The metallic iron of his body began to fade away, and silvery luster soon became pink flesh again. The first thing that hit Gideon was the choking sensation one feels when they stop breathing for several minutes and realize they now once again need oxygen. After nearly collapsing, letting out a number of thick coughs he knew what the others were talking about, the foul stench.

He surveyed the area, surveyed the collection of arcanists who were left to battle whatever lingered in this foul place. He slowed his breath for a moment trying to get back to normal, whatever that was at this point. Hearing Colby’s suggestion he nodded, as it was a logical course of action for them to do. They weren’t teleported there in mass to stay in the same place forever. He only laughed for a moment when he heard Artis gagging behind the group.

“Its decomp. . . mostly. . . dead bodies and something that smells fouler. . . You get use to it don’t worry.” He smirked for a second assuring the abjurer he’d adapt.

For the next few moments he’d listen to the banter going back and forth among the members of the party as they pushed on through unknown levels and depths. It seemed everyone had some sort of whitty comment or come back, and he didn’t have the patience to cope with each of them. They had a job to do now it seemed, the stranger wanted them to accomplish something involving Kreelocks and now here they were trying to figure out what that something was.

Tobias and Colby seemed to be taking point, so Gideon would do his best to keep pace with them to listen in to whatever half brained plan they’d be able to come up with given the lack of information given. Maybe the mission was simply to escape this wasteland.

Gideon Shaw
Arcane-Touched
Arcane-Touched

Domain : Transmutation

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Why so mean jelly bean?

Post  Artis Wilhelm on Sun Apr 18, 2010 9:36 am

[ Underground | Prison | Sewer System | Nevada ]

"Aw, it ain't that bad Arty, yer justa big ole' pussy."

Artis wanted to come back with some retort that would not only match but defeat the idiotic wit of Tobias, yet the moment the illusionist decided it was okay to buddy up and 'pat' him is when the drunkard lost his appetite. Inhaling deeply from the 'slap' to his torso, he could feel his stomach acid churning, hell it even made a nice bubbly sound that anyone near him could hear. Which caused him to cover his mouth with both hands, each cheek puffing out as if to mimic a blowfish. "Oh god...."

Artis murmured as he scrambled away from Gabrielle, only to fall to his knees. Anyone would recognize what happened next be they in earshot or not. A dry heave came first, his eyes watering over before vomiting into the sewage floating by. Faintly coughing after his tummy settled, he'd spit once or twice trying to clean his palate of that foul taste. "Hmm, pizza, cho mein, mint and cheetos... bleh." Spoken while smacking his lips.

“I’ve smelt worse amazingly enough. If you're going to be sick make sure to hit the ground not your shoes and stuff a rag in your nose if you can't remember not to breathe through that. That should curve the urge to throw up. Best be moving tall, dark, and handsome don't want to be the next meal for whatever things are down here. Something tells me that our little friend was just a taste of what the things in here can do to us.

Don't want the others thinking us ruff and tumble types get all rouge on them when put into a place like this. Our friend did do us one favor though. The manna drain that some of us were experiencing is gone from what I can tell. We're back up to full strength. Can't say the guy didn't have a heart under all that snow or he would have just dropped us in here and left us weakened ready for the picking.

Thank God today I was smart and wore my play cloths or this would be one pissed off diva. I wouldn’t be able to be controlled what so ever would hunt that man down to kick him square in the face. No shower today kids not unless you want to smell like a foot locker and a sewer system all rolled into one”


He'd come to his full height, downing what remained of the peppermint schnapps and nod in agreement with her. "That sure was a mouthful... you're probably use to that huh gorgeous?" A smirk plastered itself on his face, going from ear to ear. "Anyway's looks like Lancelot and Tex are two steps ahead of ya." Artis slowly fell in line behind the arcanists, but making sure to walk in stride with Gabrielle. "So you come here often?" Said with a grin and a feigned chuckle.

Stupid, was what he thought to himself as he reached into his knapsack retrieving a bottle of Jim Beam. Artis didn't think he'd need to hit the reserves so soon, but with all the schnapps gone one had to make compromises. If anything it would more then likely curb his urge to puke again. "You want to hit this beautiful?" Said as he twisted the cap off and downed at least eight fingers worth of liquor. A resounding sigh pierced his lips. "Wooo, burns so good."

“Its decomp. . . mostly. . . dead bodies and something that smells fouler. . . You get use to it don't worry.”

He'd throw a glance over his shoulder and nod in reply to what Gideon had to say. "Cool story Doc.." Only to notice a vexed expression. "Why so mean jelly bean?" Was he upset at him or maybe just at the situation, or perhaps the antics of them all? Then again, everyone's nerves where on end. Sarcasm was just one of the many defense mechanisms good ol 'Arty' had in his arsenal to keep others from figuring out he was either just as scared as they where or worse. Didn't really matter now did it though? "As the Brit said, tally ho!"

He half expected to hear the faint pitter patters of two objects being beat together as in Monty Python, sadly he did not. "I wonder what kind of monsters where gonna face down here... I sure hope no one gets hurt." Idly spoken more to himself then into anyone in particular. Why he hadn't grown close to anyone of his classmates he sure as hell didn't want to see anyone winding up seriously beaten or heaven forbid dead. "Maybe I should put this away." Slipping the bottle back into his knapsack. Artis would wiggle his nose and run a finger underneath each nostril. "I could kill for a smoke..."

Artis Wilhelm
Arcane-Touched
Arcane-Touched

Domain : Abjuration

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Simple Plans

Post  Colby Miller on Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:43 pm

It will not do to leave a live dragon out of your plans if you live near one.
[ Underground | Prison | Sewer System | Nevada ]


Colby had been trying to get deeply lost in thought as he traveled through the fowl smelling sewer system, hands had eventually come to rest in his pockets, trying to keep himself alert and aware of what lay ahead, what turns and tumbles might show themselves at the last minute in the dark cavern.

But with the talking behind him, the arguing and theatrics of several of the other Arcanist, it made it hard to keep that purposeful gaze forward. Especially when someone was barfing, making fun of his accent and being called a pussy all at once. Green-eyes rolled slightly annoyed with the drunkard. He talked far too much for someone who had far too little to say.

None of that should have been concern, and after hearing someone come closing in on his side, he turned to gaze over his shoulder, surprised to see the Texan catching up. And even more surprised to see that the rest of the group had apparently either agreed with his assessment and 'plan' or just didn't want to be the only one standing there if the entire group moved on.

"So whatcha thinkin' there, hoss?"

Tobias' words were the single most baffling statement uttered today. And well, a lot had already been uttered in the morning hours. Why was the other man calling him horse? Was it Texas slang? His brows furrowed... Or was he just a derogatory term for a foreigner. Perhaps it was because he hadn't ever offered his name to any of them. Either way, it was an entirely new situation... being asked what was on his mind, or what he thought they should do.

“I'm no horse... just Colby..” He said quietly, trying not to raise his voice, in case there were Kreelocks not too far ahead of them. He was sure that between the din of the words being muttered behind him, and the hollow wails ahead, that he had heard a violent scream in the distance.

As for his plan, it was simple..

“We keep moving, find what that Essentian wants for us, and hope that leads to an exit..”

See simple? Find who the Ancients claimed were bad-guys and had pitted humans against in a blood war that had wiped out all the former Arcanists, and do what they needed to do. A half-smile lit his lips as he rounded a corner, feeling his feet step into something squishy, praying left and right that it wasn't going to carry that smell of death and decomposition with them when they finally got out.

Colby Miller
Arcane-Touched
Arcane-Touched

Domain : Transmutation

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Jason Price on Sun Apr 18, 2010 5:52 pm

Underground Prison
Sewer system, Nevada

Jason watched as each character of their little brigade attempted to acclimate to the raunchy stench that greeted their keen noses. A smug smile fell across his full lips at the group around him. Each of them either holding their noses, puffing out labored breaths, or vomiting. It seemed both himself and Gideon had been the only two who could withstand the foul odors that filtered through the stale air. Jason would only shake his head at the immature banter exchanged between his peers. Each of them had lost focus of why they were really here.

Peering over to Gideon, Jason could see the flash of irritation radiating through the good doctor's eyes, something the enchanter could understood. "Let's split up. We can cover more ground that way." His cool, raspy voice reverberated in the darkened tunnel with a serious expression. It was his own excuse to get away from the one they called Arty. That guy could get someone killed and Jason wasn't about to take the chance in an unfamiliar territory such as this place.

"I say Tobias, Gabrielle, Colby, and Arty take the left. Myself, Gideon, and Danae take the right." His firm voice breaking the playful banter between everyone while his gaze slithered onto each Arcanists. "Unless you guys wanna sit around and bullshit all day. I'd rather find out where the hell we are and what the fuck this place is." The enchanter moved a few steps to his right while pivoting on the sole of his shoe to face them. "Think you guys can handle that?" A thick brow aching across his forehead, allowing everyone to debate their answers.

"We were brought here for a reason. Whether as a test, a mission, or something to discover. I say we get the answers we've all been seeking." Thick, muscled arms would cross the wide expanse of his chest, causing the fabric of his hoodie to move. "If we don't find anything we can meet back here at this spot and check out the rest of this hell hole together. Everyone cool with that?"

Jason would take a few steps towards Arty, "And if you're gonna try and charm the lady may I suggest a breath mint? Vomit breath really doesn't get them hot and bothered for ya, lushy." Reaching back into his jean pocket, Jason would remove the pack of cinnamon Altoids he carried before slipping them in Arty's hands. "But some chicks are just that easy where anything looks good to them even if they are stumbling over their own shoes and puking up what they ate. To each their own huh, stud?" A firm slap was ushered across the other man's shoulder before Jason walked over to stand next to Gideon.

Jason Price
Arcane-Touched
Arcane-Touched

Domain : Enchantment

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Gavin Mitchell on Sun Apr 18, 2010 6:56 pm

Underground Prison
West Wing


A faint motion of movement would flicker in Gavin's peripheral vision as his eyes would open. He had passed out from exhaustion and the mana that had been withdrawn from his body. The weakened conjurer would notice the large, seven foot creature walking past his locked cage. It's gray skin easily noticed under the dimly lit light that shinned down onto his cage. Sitting forward, Gavin would watch the large beast as it turned emotionless to another of its kind. A pair of white tusks sprouted at the helm of its mouth before white eyes peered towards Gavin. Immediately, Gavin shut his green eyes to feign sleep before the two 305 pound Kreelocks walked out of his room. One thing Gavin had noticed was the difference in skin color. Some beasts were gray, some were pale green, and others were brown. He had assumed that each creature specialized in some sort of combat based upon the primitive metal plating they wore. Yet, whenever he was taken by the warriors of their species he had noticed others wore less.

Bailey's voice echoed with panic as she had called out to him. The Horde would return to their room having heard the commotion one of them moving to the cage adjacent to Gavin. Thick, large hands would easily grip and yank the small blonde male from his cage. His lithe body would attempt to struggle but with one plow of its hand, the male was knocked out and his body falling limb. Gavin watched and noticed the pair of axe's in each of the Kreelocks hands. They weren't exactly civilized in their weaponry or their attire but there was some sort of civilization and rank about them. Gavin had spent months watching them closely. They seemed to have some sort of weakness to fire. They were even capable of bleeding like that of a human but how to kill one he didn't know and didn't dare try, yet.

As the boy had been snatched from his cage and taken to another room, Gavin would hear Bailey's voice whispering his name. "I'm here, Bailey." His strong voice reassured her as he looked around their room for something he could use but what? He was still physically and mentally exhausted but the Kreelocks had fed him. Something that allowed a faint portion of his strength and his mana to replenish. But it wasn't enough to cast any strong, powerful spells. Gavin had just enough juice for one small spell. His voice whispering a faint spell.

"I conjure thee, I conjure thee
Send the silver plated key
Into the hands of me."

The blood within Gavin's body would churn as the faint sliver of mana would work its magic. A swivel of faint white light would surround the silver plated key that hung on the wall attached to the nail. In seconds it would disappear and reappear within Gavin's hands. Clutching the key tightly he sighed with relief. He didn't have a whole of time until the others returned to this area. Outstretching his bare arm, Gavin would bend it to dip the head of the key into the slot. Sliding it all the way in and turning it, a soft click echoing in his ears. His door would faintly creak before he would push his legs out of the cramped cage and jump down onto the cold, bare concrete floor. His legs wobbled with uncase as he looked around. Gavin would notice an abandoned axe on top of the desk next to the chair by the wall. Grabbing the handle of the axe, the conjurer walked over to Bailey's cell to unlock it. "Shhh, it's Gavin. We're getting out of here." He whispered faintly while unlocking her cage and helping her down. His eyes meeting hers for the first time. She was beautiful as his hands released her svelte hips. "We need a distraction, think you have any mana left in you to cast a small spell?"

Reaching down, Gavin would take Bailey's hand while his bare feet would walk across the cold floor leading them out of the room. Gavin didn't know which way to go as he moved down the hall, left or right. The place seemed gigantic and any wrong move could lead them back into their cells. Leaning towards his instincts, Gavin moved right as he and Bailey both crept carefully and quietly.


[ 1 spell point; Conjure Object]

Gavin Mitchell
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Domain : Conjuration

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Danae Wrede on Sun Apr 18, 2010 9:27 pm



Danae paused a moment to listen to Jason as she glanced to the others. Hey she was game if they were. She used the phone to look around a bit, well some sewers had some sort of location numbers..something printed on the walls. There surely had to be someone to service these things every once in a while , Right? The babbling and barfing was likely to cause an echo regardless in the vast waste tunnel system. The hand had tugged the knife from the lower cargo into her upper right pocket. Any kind of a plan was better then roaming about aimlessly. She lifted a brow and let her gaze flicker to the others.

" Its better then just roaming about without a clue as to whats going on.. though we need a marker or something on the walls to make sure we know we've made it back to the meeting spot. " She stated softly as she looked around for something to score the wall with. A small rock would due as she moved off to find one. Not far.. but letting her hands lightly scoop through the ick. The small stone was found as she stood up and made a large X on the wall. She glanced to the others then back toward Jason.

He was taking lead , as well as Colby as he seemed to have gotten people moving at least. The dark eyes peered off in either direction as she waited to hear the assessment of the rest of their eclectic group. Danae didn't have much else to say then that. Nor did she have any complaints, other then waiting for something to happen. Perhaps thats what had everyone in such a mood.. it was that suspense that ate at the edge of the nerves. It seemed that Art would be the one to take most of the heat for the tension. She kept the phone on while she tucked it into the pocket. She'd check it again in a bit to see if it had service or not. Once it was tucked away her hands fell into the habitual clasp at the small of her back. Left , right or indifferent folks.

Danae Wrede
Arcane-Touched
Arcane-Touched

Domain : Conjuration

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Tobias Wakefield on Sun Apr 18, 2010 11:11 pm

Underground Prison
Sewer system, Nevada

Tobias waited quietly for Colby to say something, and then the first thing he said had Tobias' brow furrowing. He wasn't a horse? What..? Okay, well, maybe it wasn't so wise to ask Colby for a plan. In fact, Tobias had already started looking over his shoulder again at the others when Colby started talking. He heard him of course, but it was just moments after that that Jason had spoken up. His voice brought Tobias to a stop, and after turning around to face him, he listened quietly.

The makeshift plan was formed, and people were split up into teams. The latter had Tobias frowning for a moment, but only a moment, before it was disappearing and replaced with a thoughtful expression. As people started moving to their assigned sides, Tobias stood there a moment, then took a step in the direction of Jason's group.

"If ya don't mind, I think I'm gonna follow ya'll," Tobias offered. "An' yer right about the markin's. Ain't no tellin' where the hell we'd all end up if we don't."

Before he had really finished though, she was off looking for her rock. Once the mark was scratched onto the wall, Tobias gave a little nod to no one in particular. Everything was ready it seemed. Lifting a hand to rub over his face for a moment, Tobias' attention then turned to looking over his knife before closing it and clipping it back to his belt; he didn't really need it just yet. Having that done, a deep breath was taken and he started off in the direction Jason had picked out. Hopefully, within the next few hours, they'd know just where the hell they were, and why they were there.

Tobias Wakefield
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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Colby Miller on Sun Apr 18, 2010 11:31 pm

Underground Prison
Sewer system, Nevada


Colby stopped as Jason started speaking about splitting. He was all well and good not being someone folks followed, and even better with people going along with a plan that made sense, if only this plan made sense. Colby had already suggested they start getting a move on, rather than sitting on their thumbs... but this new plan well... Green eyes drew wide, and he sighed heartily, pushing back his hair.

"Stop. Stop... thats just, foolish... We all split up... run into a group of Kreelocks, and they kill our half-sized group twice as fast as they would have killed our full sized group."

Not to mention....

"And yes, I can see how it would be beneficial to explore as much of the grounds as possible, but lets say Group A finds the exit. Now they've got to trudge back in, hope to locate Group B and hope to remember their way all the way back to the exit... Just seems, like just a very unpleasant idea. You guys want to go left, then fine... lets go left... but for the sake of the Queen, I hope that Dark Haired Essentian put the same sense in all of you as he did me, only together are we going to get through this."

And that was a mouthful. The whole lot of it. In one morning, Colby Miller had managed to say more to these people than he had in two months. And his opinion on most of them, hadn't changed at all. Not that it should have mattered to any of them...

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Jason Price on Mon Apr 19, 2010 10:59 am

Underground Prison
Sewer system, Nevada

Coffee eyes would turn towards Danae who had broken the silence. Her soft voice drifting through Jason’s head who nodded in appreciation for her idea. “I like it.” His gaze following her as she retracted her knife and plucked a rock to mark the wall with a large X. “Danae’s idea is solid, let’s use it.” Jason was grateful to see a woman who could attribute brains to her solid beauty. He liked a woman who thought on her feet, not to mention who wasn’t afraid to get down and dirty.

Tobias’ voice shared his own concerns and Jason pondered them for a few seconds. The illusionist wanted to join his team. Jason would glance to Danae and Gideon to get their consent before a slow nod was given. “Okay.” The enchanter was curious why Tobias wanted to join his group but figured the guy probably wanted a reprieve from Arty.

The thick English accent of Colby soon followed causing Jason to turn to the Englishmen. “I can see your point but I think if our Essentian friend didn’t think we were capable and competent he wouldn’t have teleported us here. Ever heard of the method divide and conquer? The Roman’s used it frequently and for any of you history buffs out there they conquered a lot of land. I don’t know about you, Colby, but I’m fully prepared to explore this place and tackle whatever comes our way. Either way, we’re wasting time debating this. You said it yourself, we need to get a move on. But if there are Shadowkind here then the odds of splitting up are better because each of our teams would have backup.” He paused for a few seconds, “Sometimes, it’s best to plunge into the darkness rather than allowing fear to clutch your heart. We’re all in this together and we will all face this together. But with Arty puking up his breakfast, lunch, and dinner we’re likely to be detected and I would rather have the art of surprise.”

Jason turned to glance at Gideon, Danae, and Tobias before he stepped closer to his team. “With Danae marking the walls we have a trail for your team to follow us should we need to regroup. When we return to this point we can explore the rest of the perimeter together, is that fair?”

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Gideon Shaw on Mon Apr 19, 2010 11:26 am

Underground
Sewer system, Nevada

They were slowing down. It was an awful feeling to have, but Gideon couldn’t shake the fact that they were running out of time like something bad would happen when the clock struck zero. The two group idea seemed sound especially if it got him away from the more sarcastic and witty of the bunch, whose contributions to their survival was little more than cheap jokes and fear driven retorts. They were all scared, but they had been chosen and trained and for Gideon that was enough. His experience up to this point would serve him well, he only wished he had gotten more sleep before coming all this way to fight god knows what.

The conversation between Colby and Jason, while fair may still have been a waste of time. He wasn’t sure which party was right, only that Jason’s divide and conquer example wasn’t exactly the crowning achievement of military science he seemed describe it to be and in fact was an example to support Colby’s sentiments.

“I think for the moment we may be better served with some intelligence, recon and what not is much easier in a smaller group. We can do our best then to scout ahead, not engage any shadow kind of any sort and regroup to understand more pieces to this puzzle. At the very least if we do split up and one group is captured or something, there’s still one more group to set them free . . .”

He felt that last answer was putting it nicely. This wasn’t exactly capture the flag from what he gathered from their new essentian friend. But they were wasting time and they’d need to act soon. Standing together and debating wasn’t solving problems in the slightest.


“You guys should make different markings from us so we can follow yours as well and know what happens if we do get separated longer than we plan. You’ll all be fine Arik has trained us for a while now. Now is the time to show the other essentians how good that training was.”

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This isn't dodge ball man.

Post  Artis Wilhelm on Mon Apr 19, 2010 1:19 pm

[Underground | Prison | Sewer System | Nevada]

Apparently a few choice individuals are without sin. Especially the way they where pointing mental fingers if not down right making assumptions about anyone and everyone. Sure Artis had his problems, but he wouldn't be reaching in the slightest had the urge come up to cast some choice stones of his own. It didn't matter, he was the 'shield,' so to speak. Still, came at a bit of a shock the way some came unnerved by a man throwing up to this stench. Hell it came at a shock that they'd be so agitated by a dash of sarcasm and a pinch of humor.

"Let's split up. We can cover more ground that way. I say Tobias, Gabrielle, Colby, and Arty take the left. Myself, Gideon, and Danae take the right. Unless you guys wanna sit around and bullshit all day. I'd rather find out where the hell we are and what the fuck this place is "

When did he become known as Arty? That nickname was just uncalled for. That's the second time someone said it. Was it enduring or insulting? Should he take offense or be flattered? Next he'll just be known as 'hey drunk.' Didn't matter and that mind scape he seemed lost in came to a grinding halt at the lack of sense Jason was making. "Wait, what? This isn't dodge ball man." Artis just rolled his eyes, each one going into the back of his head.

"Stop. Stop... that's just, foolish... We all split up... run into a group of Kreelocks, and they kill our half-sized group twice as fast as they would have killed our full sized group."

Both brows arched at what the European had to say. Godsmacked that someone who revealed in violence actually uttered something intelligent. So which was mightier for him the pen or sword, Artis had to muse. Yet it seemed he'd have to chime in himself if only to concrete what the Transmuter had spoken.

"You should really listen to Colby, because he seems to be the only one with enough common sense not to split up this dirty seven. We are already spread thin man, now you want two groups of four and three. Did you fail math?" He'd slowly but surely palm his face, the beds of his fingers griping the skin as he massaged that cranium. "Talk about half baked plans Jason. You have no idea where we are, what were here to do, who will come up against, and why we've even been throw into this nightmare. Splitting us up is going to land someone in the hot sea."

You see Artis is a lot like Doc Holiday, with some regards. He may have his issues if not demons, but besides the whole alcoholism 'thing' the guy pretty much has that head on straight. That is to say Wilhelm is highly gifted, and while not all IQ tests are an exact science he is for a better lack of the word, a genius.

"Look man, your bravado isn't needed. I'll make my point then you go from there." Holding up his index finger as if to suggest everyone not just 'mr.biceps' hold their 'horses.' Artis deftly reached into his knapsack (seemed like he had a lot of useful stuff in there at least by his standards) again, retrieving a leather bound book. The crisp pages whooshed as he flipped back and forth between them only to find what he was looking for. "Aha." His finger would help his eyes skim the lines, those baby blues squinting as it was hard to read without direct light. "Now this is just a what if, but if we run into a Kreelock mage and what I garnered from Arik they have the ability to work blood magic. Siphoning life, igniting someone on fire with objects of focus, or even boiling the blood."

Pulling his nose from the lexicon, he'd look up momentarily. "What..? Don't stare at me like that, I take notes." Back to the 'monster manual' he went. Absorbing as much information as humanly possible before reiterating what he'd read. "Wow, these guys have something similar to either infrared vision or night vision, are sensitive to light, have superhuman strength, like Spiderman strong, are highly agile, have resilient bodies, and each sense is heightened. To what extent I don't know, besides the whole seeing in the dark."

He began to talk with his hands, a mannerism they'd would come to recognize when the man was deep in thought, that's if they all got out of this alive. "Last, but hardly least. They usually run in packs of five to fifteen." Pausing for a minute as to find his place, he'd continue down the page. Blinking rapidly the tip of his tongue would shoot out and plant itself at the corner of his lips. "Here we go, weaknesses are beheading, fire, blood-loss, damaging the heart, and suffocation."

Closing the book, Artis responded in a coy manner. "Huh, food for thought." Said as he slapped the back of his hand against the cover while nuzzling the literature into the bag hanging at the side of his right hip. Only to have his words stolen by the sudden bulling of the Enchanter.

"And if you're gonna try and charm the lady may I suggest a breath mint? Vomit breath really doesn't get them hot and bothered for ya, lushy. But some chicks are just that easy where anything looks good to them even if they are stumbling over their own shoes and puking up what they ate. To each their own huh, stud? "

Awkwardly Artis fumbled with the mouth fresheners given to him only to eye them suspiciously. He'd simply shrug and take the gesture for what it was worth. "Waste not, want not." Was his retort, before popping them like vicodin. Maybe Jason didn't notice that he'd already washed his mouth out with some schnapps and whiskey? Never mind you that, because he just scored some free lozenge. But his elated feeling of minty fresh breath would sorrow the moment Price 'firmly' slapped him. "Alright, enough with the hitting god damn it." First Tobias now him. Was it pick on Abjurer day? Apparently it was try his friggen patience day. As now Gideon was swallowing what the 'tool' was slingin.

".... divide and conquer.. man leave it to an American to misinterpret history so haphazardly." Artis hands went parallel with each shoulder as both index and middle finger motioned in response to Jason's asinine statement. "To divide, and conquer as you've put it so eloquently shouldn't be taken verbatim dude. First you need to know the lay of the land, second the number of your enemies, and third the force they bring, and et cetera. Which we known next to nothing . We're literally in the dark here. Christ... the gray matter between your heads must be oozing if you are seriously contemplating this shit."

And forget what he just said because did he just honestly see Danae reach into God knows what (referring to the filth) only to retrieve a rock? "That's really not hygienic... don't touch your eyes or mouth with that hand.... you could catch Ecoli.. or something worse..." It was a reprieve to see such a bold act only to hear Tobias decidedly switch teams. Which caused him to throw his hands up into the air before crossing them. Irritated by this moronic need to 'divide and conquer.'

"I'm telling you right now I'm stickin with the group. None of you can protect against blood magic, hell none of you can dispel magic period. And I'm not talking about elevating or absolving pain or poisons. If we run into a group of Kreelocks or Shadowkind where gonna be stronger in numbers. We need to work as a team." Being far to serious for far to long was giving him a headache, or was it the lack of booze? "Jesus christ..."

Artis Wilhelm
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Divide

Post  Colby Miller on Mon Apr 19, 2010 3:23 pm

“A house divided against itself cannot stand.”
[Underground | Prison | Sewer System | Nevada]



Colby was starting to feel his frustrations mounting. They seemed to be getting no where, all because of a plan that made no sense. Jason chimed in to his fears, and the Shaper was sure that these points hardly seemed to work in their favor.

It wasn't long before Artis chimed in, and more shock filled the Transmuter. Be damned if he wasn't doubting himself, even slightly, as he found himself agreeing with the Abjurer, as he spoke his points well enough.

Seeing Tobias 'switch' teams, brought a single hand raising up to the bridge of his nose. Perhaps he could just sit down, and wait for the damned wails in the distance to get louder. When the Drunkard Arcanist spoke about the Kreelocks numbers, Colby was nodding his head.

“We're already at a disadvantage, they know their arts better than we do. They know these sewer systems. And they've got numbers.” Presuming of course, that the Kreelocks were here. Which was an easy assumption if the Essentian had dropped them off.


“I can see your point but I think if our Essentian friend didn’t think we were capable and competent he wouldn’t have teleported us here. Ever heard of the method divide and conquer? The Roman’s used it frequently and for any of you history buffs out there they conquered a lot of land. I don’t know about you, Colby, but I’m fully prepared to explore this place and tackle whatever comes our way. Either way, we’re wasting time debating this. You said it yourself, we need to get a move on. But if there are Shadowkind here then the odds of splitting up are better because each of our teams would have backup.” He paused for a few seconds, “Sometimes, it’s best to plunge into the darkness rather than allowing fear to clutch your heart. We’re all in this together and we will all face this together. But with Arty puking up his breakfast, lunch, and dinner we’re likely to be detected and I would rather have the art of surprise

“No, he didn't think we were too capable, you heard the way he spoke about us. We're better off as a group. And no, neither group would have backup, because we've no way to communicate that we've been captured... Divide and conquer works both ways, and more particularly ONE force separating another force to conquer it bit by bit.”

He felt his temples starting to throb, and pinched harder at the bridge to his nose. “ We'd be the ones divided, easier to destroy.”

Green pools might have glimmered in the dim light as Gideon had hopped on board this idea as well.

“You are right about one thing however, it feels like we're running out of time.. but I hardly doubt there'd be any capturing going on...”

His mind's eye was back in London, hearing a shot-gun pop off constantly. Knowing that the farther he got from it, the more likely it was he'd stop hearing it altogether. Brows furrowed, forming a knot of skin between them.

“If its information we're looking for, two folks scout both ways, meet back up here, and we decide the best direction to travel from there... but even that feels like stretching too thin...”

Finally, Colby raised his hands to the skies, like he was asking for the heavens to strike him down. Like somewhere inside he was sure he hadn't built anywhere enough of a relationship with these people to try and convince them they were being idiots.

“Fuck it. Bloody sodding hell... you see what Divide and Conquer did to you all in The Middle East... splitting up your armies worked oh so damned well in that situation...“ And he was still ranting as he turned back the way he had been walking and continued moving. "Lets split up! I've never seen any of the slasher films.. " And still ranting..

He had been fine with going alone, it had been a surprise to see others following along. If they wanted to scratch ass, and go the other way, all the power to them. Somewhere in his gut, Colby was sure that that dark haired Essentian was laughing his ass off at the entire bumbling newbies and their half-cooked half-cocked plans.

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Jason Price on Mon Apr 19, 2010 7:37 pm

Underground Prison
Sewer system, Nevada

"Wait, what? This isn't dodge ball man.

"I don't recall stuttering over my words." His voice dead panned as his head took a gander at the other man while he noticed the roll of Artis' eyes. Any other time the guy was too intoxicated to give two shits and now he finally had an opinion. Jason would only offer a smug expression at the remarks Artis offered.

"You should really listen to Colby, because he seems to be the only one with enough common sense not to split up this dirty seven. We are already spread thin man, now you want two groups of four and three. Did you fail math?" He'd slowly but surely palm his face, the beds of his fingers griping the skin as he massaged that cranium. "Talk about half baked plans Jason. You have no idea where we are, what were here to do, who will come up against, and why we've even been throw into this nightmare. Splitting us up is going to land someone in the hot sea.


"Colby is all of twenty-three years old. He lacks the experience and qualification which is probably why he's so dependent on all of us sticking together. Each of us are from a different domain, which means whether individually or grouped together we're a powerhouse. Whether I did well in math is immaterial and offers no bearing in this discussion, try to stay focused, Artis. Or maybe try sobering up before you ponder your own hypothesis."

"Look man, your bravado isn't needed. I'll make my point then you go from there." Holding up his index finger as if to suggest everyone not just 'mr.biceps' hold their 'horses.' Artis deftly reached into his knapsack (seemed like he had a lot of useful stuff in there at least by his standards) again, retrieving a leather bound book. The crisp pages whooshed as he flipped back and forth between them only to find what he was looking for. "Aha." His finger would help his eyes skim the lines, those baby blues squinting as it was hard to read without direct light. "Now this is just a what if, but if we run into a Kreelock mage and what I garnered from Arik they have the ability to work blood magic. Siphoning life, igniting someone on fire with objects of focus, or even boiling the blood."


Jason watched as Artis held up his index finger. "I certainly hope you have something useful in there and not another empty whiskey bottle." When the leather bound book was pulled out Jason rolled his eyes. "Let me guess the bartenders guide?" His voice reeked of sarcasm before Jason shook his head. "And whose to say we're dealing with a Kreelock? This place could be vacant for all we know."

Pulling his nose from the lexicon, he'd look up momentarily. "What..? Don't stare at me like that, I take notes." Back to the 'monster manual' he went. Absorbing as much information as humanly possible before reiterating what he'd read. "Wow, these guys have something similar to either infrared vision or night vision, are sensitive to light, have superhuman strength, like Spiderman strong, are highly agile, have resilient bodies, and each sense is heightened. To what extent I don't know, besides the whole seeing in the dark."


"I find that utterly shocking but perhaps under all that booze there is a brilliant mind after all." A brisk compliment under his condescending tone. Jason glanced over to Gideon and Danae before he assimilated the information Artis offered. It was helpful but Jason wondered what other useful information the guy kept.

Awkwardly Artis fumbled with the mouth fresheners given to him only to eye them suspiciously. He'd simply shrug and take the gesture for what it was worth. "Waste not, want not." Was his retort, before popping them like vicodin. Maybe Jason didn't notice that he'd already washed his mouth out with some schnapps and whiskey? Never mind you that, because he just scored some free lozenge. But his elated feeling of minty fresh breath would sorrow the moment Price 'firmly' slapped him. "Alright, enough with the hitting god damn it." First Tobias now him. Was it pick on Abjurer day? Apparently it was try his friggen patience day. As now Gideon was swallowing what the 'tool' was slingin.


"Sorry, didn't realize you're a sensitive fellow. Hope I didn't bruise you too bad."

".... divide and conquer.. man leave it to an American to misinterpret history so haphazardly." Artis hands went parallel with each shoulder as both index and middle finger motioned in response to Jason's asinine statement. "To divide, and conquer as you've put it so eloquently shouldn't be taken verbatim dude. First you need to know the lay of the land, second the number of your enemies, and third the force they bring, and et cetera. Which we known next to nothing . We're literally in the dark here. Christ... the gray matter between your heads must be oozing if you are seriously contemplating this shit."


"You got jokes, I like that. Brilliant and funny, guess there's more to you than just the stench of booze and cigarettes."

"I'm telling you right now I'm stickin with the group. None of you can protect against blood magic, hell none of you can dispel magic period. And I'm not talking about elevating or absolving pain or poisons. If we run into a group of Kreelocks or Shadowkind where gonna be stronger in numbers. We need to work as a team." Being far to serious for far to long was giving him a headache, or was it the lack of booze? "Jesus christ..."


"Dude, you seriously need to chill or get laid. Either or could definitely do you some good. Suck it up and grow a set. We're in a situation and we're in an unknown territory but you two [Artis and Colby] act like it's the end of the world." Jason had been acclimated to being in dangerous situations. That's what life was and even now these two boys wanted to whine like little bitches. Even Danae had more courage than both men combined.

“Fuck it. Bloody sodding hell... you see what Divide and Conquer did to you all in The Middle East... splitting up your armies worked oh so damned well in that situation...“ And he was still ranting as he turned back the way he had been walking and continued moving. "Lets split up! I've never seen any of the slasher films.. "


"Are you finished now?"

Jason didn't waste another second as he moved with Gideon, Danae, and Tobias. Turning the corner with his four teammates. "Alright guys, whatever we're up against we can take them down." Jason himself had one last spell to use and he was sure the others had some mana left in them should they need it. The foul odor of the sewer would lead them down a large tunnel. Large shadows lengthened and swallowed the sides of the concrete walls. The only sound offered was the trickling of the rushing sewage.

Extending his leg, Jason's boot would stretch across the small stream to plant his foot on the other side of the column to cross safely. Turning back to Danae as he whispered to her, "Getting any reception?" He inquired to her before glancing at Tobias and Gideon. Having been in construction, Jason had a decent inkling of the perimeter of the underground sewer system. A few rats would scurry by his boot as he peered down at the movement. Walking past the next column to come to another fork. One going left and the other going right. "Anyone got any idea why we're here?" Glancing over his shoulder before he stopped abruptly. He could hear something off in the distance but wasn't sure if it had been the rats or something else.

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Colby Miller on Mon Apr 19, 2010 7:55 pm

Colby had already moved several dozen meters away. Had no interest in listening to the bone-headed Yank, who seemed to see only black and white, and was obviously oblivious to the world surrounding them, or atleast oblivious to the preceding events.

Like for one. All their wounds and mana had been restored.

Two, Colby and the rest of them had atleast been moving forward when he decided to interject because apparently Colby was only twenty-three, and that meant he didn't understand the grand concepts of splitting up.

Three, the Dark Haired Essentian, that Colby had thrown down with, and I might add courageously at that, had spoken of Ariks failure to lead them on a mission against the Kreelocks.. And bamf here they were in dark sewers fighting like school girls about tactics...

Which all added up to, the New Yorker was as dumb as a sack of rocks, and could have a ton of fun leading anyone along who'd want to follow him into the darkness. For Colby Miller, that was all well and good, he just wouldn't be part of that idiocy.

Deeper into the dark he went, more aware that the stench was getting worse... and those long faint sounds of wailing, had seemed to pick up a bit. Pulling into a crouch his pace slowed, waiting for several precious seconds before deciding that he had already made his decision earlier today... discover what the hell that Essentian wanted from them, and then get the hell out of dodge.

Colby Miller
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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Gabrielle Sommers on Mon Apr 19, 2010 9:31 pm

Underground Prison
Sewer system, Nevada


She was going to bond with Atriums a little and let the guys hash out who had the bigger prize when he started in on it and that was when she walked away from the group. She wasn’t one to waste time and wanted out of there badly. Not to mention fighting always gave her a reason to be even more ticked off at the world then what she was normally. Taking at random a sewer she started down it leaving the group to decide on what they wanted to do. Whatever was down here she had a feeling wouldn’t be able to be stopped anyway by any of them alone or otherwise.

The quite nature about her probably made her invisible to them which was fine by her. Gabrielle had her own agenda to accomplish in the dark and if they wanted to tag along they could if not they could sit there all day and become whatever things that were down here next meal. Muttering almost to herself she spoke just above a whisper, “Whatever place this is I want out and I’m sure that there are sensible ways to get out of here just got to find one.”

Shoving her hands down in her pockets she sloshed through the water which was getting in her boots to her feet. That was wearing on her something terrible because she hated more than anything else was to be wet. Being a girly girl she rather be waiting tables with drunk men all over her then here wet feet having to listen to her classmates bickering. Her foul mood settled in deep and that made her stay even more quite then normal if someone was with her she didn’t care to look just kept going in the way her instincts told her to go. One thing she learned in all her wanderings was to always internalize where home was so her instincts would guide her back should she ever get lost.

For that little trick of her’s she was grateful as she had a feeling the boys didn’t know what way was where without the light to see by. There was some light the direction she was going and from what she overheard the things that were down here hated light so they wouldn’t be around, or so she hoped plugging away a good mile before stopping to rest up against the cool wall that was the sewer systems only support. She had burned off most of her anger and was ready to think again and not shut everything out. Breathing hard she waited to see if anyone followed her out of the group or if they were still bickering amongst themselves.

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Danae Wrede on Tue Apr 20, 2010 8:44 am

The rock was dropped into the other lower pocket as she gave Artis a small nod. He had a point, ecolli and other bacterial infections were a hazard here however it seemed more detrimental to the ah.. mission was the bickering. Though it was truly bound to happen sooner or later. Odd however in the back of her mind she considered telling them to just drop their pants and get the measuring over with. She didn't see it as divide and conquer or a set up by any means as both men had very valid points. For now however they weren't entirely sure what they were up against. Currently? Their biggest foe was egos.

And that stood for everyone of them, including herself. She had gone through and wiped her hand off on the jacket of hers, seeing how it was likely to get covered in muck anyway. She stood to the side near Tobias and lifted a brow, not saying much else , recon first, then a viable plan. Would likely be the best idea but with all the testosterone flinging about it was best she kept her mouth shut in that. The glance to Gabrielle as she set off walking , Danae had to somewhat agree with that. Though she kept her stance.

Did it seem like a bit high schoolish to pick sides? She wasn't intending to , merely hoping to get things moving in a direction.. at this point.. any direction. When Jason inquired about the service she slid the phone out for a moment. The small shift this way and that as she shook her head a bit. " We're too far underground. If we can find a vent or something of that nature I should be able to access the GPS, if nothing else to give us a location. If we're lucky I'll be able to get us more information then that. "She spoke quietly, still leaving the phone on..she tucked it back into her pocket. The noise beyond them was catching her attention as she shifted and pulled away slowly to move down the tunnel.

The hiking boots were blessingly water proof, though the sloopy goo beneath them was likely to be a problem if it was thicker in other places. Like mud it created a suction with each step, lack of air being transferred. " Guys, flip a friggin quarter and lets get moving.. I keep getting the feeling we're just targets standing here. " She pointed out. Ever get that sensation of being watched.. it often made that small spot between her shoulder blades itch. The small roll of her left shoulder was given to try and elevate that feeling.

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Nah, not the end of world just our lives.

Post  Artis Wilhelm on Tue Apr 20, 2010 12:30 pm

[Underground | Prison | Sewer System | Nevada]

"Yeah... because the size of my testicles and 'apparent' lack of sex life has anything to do with the situation we're in now. To bad that adolescent mind can't comprehend the bigger picture if you think of all people that I need to chill." Artis didn't really look at Jason as he spoke to him. His head would swivel in the direction of Colby watching the individual's fading silhouette only to jerk around to try and find Gabrielle, as she to had pulled a Houdini.

"God that chick is flaky." Barely spoken above a whisper. Just goes to show you, short of pushing him around how much words could never hurt him. He'd sooner scrunch his nose at the sticks and stones flung then give anyone the time of day.

"Illusions of grandeur man... to bad you fail to understand the concept of hubris." That tongue would flick off the roof of his mouth giving a sharp 'tsk' along with a sigh. He'd say his peace and be done with it. "Pride comes before the fall. An anecdote you'd do well to remember, because you have what you wanted. Your 'a-team,' let's hope a plan 'b' isn't needed."

Artis seriously doubted anyone understood his new age metaphor, but they all seemed to be in agreement with the 'alpha' male, which scared him more then the boogeyman that waited for them down here. It was like watching the human evolution devolve into primordial goop. "Nah, not the end of world just our lives."

What ever opinions they all had formulated about one another, Artis wasn't acting out of emotional fear or need. Nor pure basic hormonal instincts. No steroid was controlling him. Matter of fact, besides an upset stomach and being on edge of what might tear them limb from limb well the guy was right as rain.

What was causing him to act so out of character (at least the one he wanted people to see) was the fact how selfish everyone was being. There was no team mentality. Artis began to seriously wonder if the Ancients are in fact evil little Chucky dolls. It all felt like child's play how they chose their Arcanists. Vagarious gods, laughing at their pawns while they struggled and Wilhelm couldn't do a damn thing about it.

But it was all moot as he stood their watching Jason, Gideon, Tobis and Danae go in one direction. Left with only two choices really, as morality griped him. Follow Colby and try to reason or do the same with Gabrielle, if only to bring them back together so they could press on, instead of allowing those two rogues to go at it alone. "Well fate and a prick (Xakiel) brought us this far, may was well let lady luck do the rest."

He'd reach into the pocket of his faded blue jeans. Those fingers fumbling over the loose change. "Well Jefferson your no George Washington, but you'll have to do." Said as he flicked the coin high and smacked it down upon his wrist. One eyebrow raised in response. "Go figure she sticks me with a dick..." Was that figuratively speaking?

Off the lush went. His legs moaning against the slippery surface. The pace quickening with each step taken, only to break out into a full sprint. Thank God for good sneakers and traction. Or had he jumped the gun? Apparently so, as he lost some footing when spotting Colby crouch down. Artis slide only to fall flat on his ass, bumper caring into the European. "Ooo-uch..."

Artis Wilhelm
Arcane-Touched
Arcane-Touched

Domain : Abjuration

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Jason Price on Tue Apr 20, 2010 1:08 pm

Underground Prison
Sewer System, Sector West



Without the proper reception it seemed Danae’s cell phone would be nil in their unique situation but Jason kept cool. The light foot falls of his boots would collide with the grungy tiled flooring of the underground sewer system. Trash and other debris remained scattered across the floor while other material floated within the stagnant water. The rancid odor only wafting through their area more dominantly.

Danae’s voice softly whispering through the cool air that circumvented around the pair of Arcanists. “Let’s see if we can get you that vent.” His eyes sparkling with mischief while his tone was playful, trying to keep his peers upbeat but the dreary atmosphere made that highly difficult. “We’re not sitting ducks anymore, we’re on the move, and with you three here our chances of survival are high despite the difference of opinion from others.” Jason would crouch down to notice a few pairs of fallen clothing. One was female and the other was male. “Maybe we’re not the only ones here?” He stood up noticing the clothing seemed old and tattered. “That has to be at least a month old.” His boot would sweep the fallen clothing into the side of the running rivulet of sewage.

Turning yet another corner, Jason could feel warm air softly blowing against his thick hoody. Turning to his right he noticed a gated vent. “Maybe, we have just a little luck on our side.” Thick hands would grip the gate as the enchanter tried to pull it. “Damn, it’s screwed in tightly. Anyone have any screw drivers or a set of tools?” He moved to step aside to see if any of the others had any luck. Once the gate was removed Danae would hopefully have service and her GPS could at least provide an inkling of where they were. “If we can get coverage down here, Danae, do you think you could go online with your phone and get a map or perimeter layout of this place?” His coffee eyes hopeful as he stared at the dark-haired Conjurer.

Jason Price
Arcane-Touched
Arcane-Touched

Domain : Enchantment

http://jason-price.insanejournal.com/profile

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Re: Wax On, Wax Off

Post  Bailey Turner on Tue Apr 20, 2010 7:53 pm

Bailey looked about and when her cage door open and she came face to face with the very handsome Gavin she was stunned for a moment. Her entire body hurt and she hadn't eaten in days. "I'm not sure how convincing it will be but I could try." she closed her eyes and stopped moving for a moment unable to concentrate with so little energy while moving.
"Fill the room with faces of
the people that these villains love
And show them one by one say I
That the people that they love have died."

SHe'd cast a spell that would show ghostly images of the guards loved ones perishing. Clearly the people the guards and villains would see would be ghostly and would not communicate with them But the images would have been very upsetting. Bailey coughed and gasped feeling the mana pull from her already dry body. "Gavin get me out of here" she murmured and gripped his hand. She wasn't going to be able to concentrate on where she was going on her own. SHe was so tired.

(-1 spell point, Ghost walk, Bailey Turner)

Bailey Turner
Arcane-Touched
Arcane-Touched

Domain : Illusion

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Tracks in the Ground

Post  Colby Miller on Tue Apr 20, 2010 8:36 pm

“Nothing in the world is more dangerous than a sincere ignorance and conscientious stupidity.”
Underground Prison
Sewer System, Closer to the Captives



What Half-cocked plans the one known as Jason had come up with, had frustrated Colby. A part of the young man was glad to be away from the rest of the group. To not have to worry about looking out for them, or for and truthfully at this, not having to be the one following Jason Price's' pitiful plans. That Arcanist was going to get someone killed, Miller was just hoping that it wasn't him.

Green eyes were focusing on the ground in front of him, foot-prints lingered here and there, and something of a strange color. It was during this moment that, Artis came sliding in, bumping into him, and sending the lean shaper onto his knees, hands falling into the disgusting muck of the sewer. As he brought himself back up Colby couldn't help but shoot an annoyed look over his shoulder.

“You should have gone with Price... or that woman, Gabrielle... safety in numbers and all.” A grin managed to catch his lips as he gazed upon the drunkard theatrical Arcanist. For someone who hadn't even smiled in last two months, it must have been an odd sight... yet beyond fitting.

Returning his gaze to his hands, he couldn't help but notice the blood there. Not his own, that much he was certain... fixing his gaze on the foot-prints, and then besides them the signs of someone having been dragged he shook his head. “Sodding hell... someones down here...they've got captives... “ Or person sized dinner.

As someone who had been dragged out of several establishments, into several warehouses and down into several basements, he knew quite well what signs of resistance might look like. Brushing his hands on his jeans, he heard the tell-tale signs of movement off and to the right. Still moving in that crouch, he peered down a segmented canal. Where he was sure his gaze was falling on Gabrielle wading across the canal...

Quickly he whispered, English accent carrying toward the other Transmuter...”Psst! Pssst! “ Not chancing anything other than that to get her attention, he glanced over his shoulder toward Artis...

“At the very least, I know that someone with a touch of common sense is amongst the lot I've been thrown into.” Referring of course, to the entirety of the Arcanist he had had the pleasure of study and being classmates with. Which he had already established before this 'mission' weren't the most... questioning bunch.

Rushing ahead, he slipped uneasily into the shallow depths of the canal, face contorting into one of unpleasant disgust, he was wearing shoes, and immediately he could feel the waters seeping into them, into his socks and onto his jeans. But it lasted only a second, as he carried forward to Gabrielle's body...

“Miss Sommers! “ He whispered urgently, glad he managed to remember all their names.. Colby was almost at her side when he started to notice the tracks were becoming more numerous, and seemingly better traveled...

“We're getting closer to whatever That Essentian wanted us to find...” He managed to whisper to both of them well hoping one of them might have a better idea as to how to proceed.

Colby Miller
Arcane-Touched
Arcane-Touched

Domain : Transmutation

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