The group moves out with Mistral first scrying then portaling to the predetermined location in a secluded area where they could walk out and be inconspicuous while doing so.


OOC: for those with spirit sight
 

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All of the spirits had opted to remain behind on the boat and, after stepping foot back into the city, the shadow realm had gotten much worse. Those little gargoyle/rage spirits were flitting around by the dozens in the sky, circling like vultures over the city.

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 Only Mecha-Jitters opted to come. Grey opted to remain at the boat and sunbathe in the event that you failed to prevent the solar cataclysm.

 At the site, you met a group of roughly ten guys, all dressed in suits. The most notable of them was a young woman in a high tech wheel chair (also wearing a suit). Agent Johnson was with them.

Noah went through with the group but it was the real Noah. However, he had set up a bit of fabrication with the Grey armor. So he was a walking four-legged robot that looked like something out of metal gear. It wasn't quiet, it wasn't subtle, but Noah was not going to sit back at home and not bring his absolute best when it came to saving children.

You don't risk kids.

"I feel like this is the part of the movie that we would need intro music for."



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Before departing the S.S. Grey Mistral gathered those who would come on the mission in the ship’s hold for a demonstration.  Garbed in a black tactical catsuit, she walked a slow circle around three large ‘X’ marks emblazoned on the floor: one light blue, one neon green, and one pink.  She withdrew two small metallic rings from a belt pouch and held them up, one neon green and the other pink and said, “These are portable Portes through which the children may be extracted to here.  Activated as so.”  She twisted the neon green ring and tossed it, and it uncoiled and enlarged as it flew.  It landed a few feet away and rapidly expanded into a circle of thin metal seven feet in diameter and standing balanced on end via some gyroscopic self-stabilization mechanism cooked up by Noah.  As soon as it was in place the space within the ring filled in with an opaque plane of pale mist, which gleamed and boiled around the edges.  Mistral stepped through the neon green ring and appeared on the neon green ‘X’ on the floor.

She went back to the standing ring and said, “This Porte is only open to we here and Talion’s children, as well as anybody holding one of our hands as we step through.  Any undesirables attempting to follow through will die in a inhospitable and remote location, where they will trouble no one again.”  Ten seconds after she’d emerged, the portal within the circular frame automatically dissipated, leaving it empty once again.  She walked up to the frame and flicked open a black zippo lighter, igniting a small flame.  She said, “We may need to leave these behind, but if we wish to retrieve them then touch a flame to it to contract.” Mistral ran the flame quickly along the inside of the neon green frame, then closed the lighter and plucked up the frame as the metal contracted and coiled back in on itself until it returned to its original compact shape.

Mistral tossed both the pink compact frame and the neon green toward the men, assuming that whichever of them caught them would volunteer to carry them.  She then asked, “Questions?”

Sal asked, "Do they only work on the ground? What would happen if I threw one at someone while it was open?"

Argentus let others take the portal rings.  He had an alternate escape route if things went horribly wrong.  It was not going to be a comfortable place, but if he were pursued there it might not be too difficult to point the perpetrators out and let the spirits' own rage take care of the rest.  That gave him an idea.

He magically called out to the rage spirits, intoning a spell in High Speech.  He conveyed by empathy rather than his own words his knowledge of rage, and particularly of the rage that had birthed them.  The child-takers were near.  The group of spirits could make their storm now, but he would allow one of them - and only one - to vent its lightning rage at some of the beings most deserving it through the muzzle of the rifle Noah had fabricated.  He looked for a spot on the gun that shouldn't see much wear and used a sharpie to mark out the runes of the spell on it.

"A Porte of this kind must be near to stationary and vertical in order to matérialiser.  If thrown the Porte would close until at rest again."  She paused, considering, then added with an enigmatic smile, "If the Porte were to reform with la personne encircled by the ring, it would instantly sever across the planar intersection.  Best be careful with that."

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The appointed time came, and Mistral strode with the others out of her cold subterranean hallow into the prearranged meeting location.  She looked suspiciously at the group of suited men and particularly at the chair-bound woman.  She addressed the Men in Black, "Bonsoir.  What coverage is on the other two locations, and what measures to block their communication?"

 The young woman in the chair rolled forward slightly. She was bald and sickly, despite being so young. Despite that, her voice was still strong. "We're it. I decided to meet here to see how we're going to split the forces we have. Any more people and we may alert them to our presence.

 The signal jamming is in place and everything is ready to begin. All I need to know now is how you plan to split your forces. We can adapt to whatever approach you prefer.

 Also, I am Ghost. It is nice to meet you. I'll be staying behind to coordinate this attack. Going all in with one group at a time is unfeasible with the preparation time we have. Chances are far too high that another group would become suspicious before we took out all three. An attack at each location simultaneously is our best bet."

OOC: so now it's up to you guys how you want to split your forces. There are 6 of you and 9 of them to divide among 3 locations.

OOC: Extra post because I forgot

Prometheus looked at the ring, before asking, "How long do the Rings stay open?

Taking one of the rings he asked, "And if we end up outside the normal realm, either Twilight or something far more distant from the Fallen World, will they still work?"

Prometheus wasn't one to question the powers of the unknown Supernatural. For all they know it could teleport them into the Abyss.

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Upon exiting the portal, it was very clear to all those present that Prometheus good mood had evaporated. However rather then explaining himself to the group, he was angrily chewing on one of the Mana candies Mistral had given him.

Finally after finishing the candy he walked up to the Dragon and said, "Noah. I want to state again, for the record, that using an experimental military drone on this mission is an unnecessary risk. I know you will ignore me, so I will add that please, remember you are likely going to be recorded by hundreds of cameras, and likely draw a crowd....

So be careful where you aim for the love of god."

And please, PLEASE don't do something stupid and loose that disguise... If you get disbelieved out of existence I don't know what we are going to do. Hell worse still if the Men in Black decide you are too dangerous. He thought.

Moving over to Ghost, and the rest of the Men in Black Agents, he swallowed as much of his anger as possible and said, "Its a pleasure to meet you all. As for how we can split up...."

Prometheus is silent for a moment then said, slightly more loudly, trying and failing to keep the displeasure out of his tone, "Noah will you need someone to make sure the children don't freak out when they see the Drone or are you fine by yourself?"

As much as he hated the presence of the Dragon....it could probably take one lot mostly by itself.

While this is happening, Charlotte remains at her master's side. She doesn't know whats upset him, but is clearly trying to figure out who or what caused it.


OOC: -1 Red Mana Candy
+5 Mana.

Obviously you eat the Red one first.
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The suit nodded as the tail reached up with a three-wire fingered claw. "If we don't get the kids back the whole world is going to be knicked back to the stone age. I can think of no better time to activate project Mecha-GodZilla." The tail picked up a case from his back and set it down.

He plucked out two encased shells. "Sal, Argy, your special rounds. Put them into something only if you are sure you have a good hit. A bullet like that you really need to consider what is around your target because it could blow big. Boss level bang bang. Don't take them out of the clip-on metal case until you are ready to fire. Just sitting there it's like holding onto a car battery."

Inside the case was also a kid care unit all rolled into a small bag for each person. A bit of spare ammo, and batteries from the masks and toys from the last run.

Argentus did not look up from his spellwork, but called out: "Guys.  I may have created an opportunity.  And by opportunity, I mean disaster that might not kill us if things go right.  Mistral, do you have enough mastery of spirit to create fetishes?  If so, please help me out here.  Everyone else, hold out a weapon.  Multiples if you've got them.  There's a bunch of spirits here that want to kill some kidnappers.  I don't want to expend the energy to deal with them right now, but I also don't trust them to avoid collateral damage if I let them near the kidnappers unbound.  So, I'll bind them to our weapons to let them vent their spleens and also aid us against whatever we find."

Argentus left his rifle's spell open for one of the spirits to enter, putting the extra energy into making it last.  He then began casting a modified version of his previous spell, pulling out several marbles to facilitate Mistral and his magic combining: Mars to sympathize with their rage, the Sun to harness their energy, Jupiter to govern their lightning, Luna as the patron of magic.  Lastly, Saturn for bringing an end to whatever the weapons were pointed at.  He popped an orange candy into his mouth, and savored the flavor and the energy.  With a few last-minute adjustments, he included a rider on the spell that would protect the weapon's bearer from attacks as well.  "If this works, holding the weapon will also make it harder for anything to harm you for the next hour or so.  Everyone - weapons in the circle.  Mecha bodies in the circle if you'd like it to be a rage spirit fetish and even more armored for an hour."