"I'd ask you the same question... because I see nothing 'cleaned up' around here. All I see is someone claiming to hunt monsters while palling around with them, someone who claims to be fighting the dark arts while indulging in their temptations.

 It took nearly a week before we could gain access to the city, but now the Malleus Maleficarum is here in force. We will root out the cause of this supernatural storm. We will root out the rot that has infested this city... and we will burn away anything infested by its taint."

 He put on his hat and made as though he were getting ready to leave. "Consider yourself notified. You're being watched."

Michael puts his keys and cell phone down on the table. “Well then, I suppose you should go ahead and make yourself comfortable. Since you seem to think that I have done so poorly in my assignment of destroying demons and protecting the humans of this city then here are the keys. With M&M here in force, it should be no sweat for you to take over. They are in your hands now that you’ve finally showed up fashionably late. Have a nice day and good luck.”Michael waves and darts out the door rounding the block and zipping through an alley and into a massive pile of trash bags against the brick wall. That’s when he went through the portal to pop back onto the island. He ran until he found Talion. “Sir, where is Mistral? The portal she made for me to go back to the Haven needs to be dispersed now!”
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 Unfortunately, the island was empty when Michael returned. The synths were gone, Talion was gone, Sal and Nefertiti were gone. Noah, Mistral, Grey, and Fate were gone. Even the spirits that they'd summoned were gone.

 It was Halloween and everyone was out celebrating. The only sound on the island was the wind and the waves.

 Michael was fast so, by the time he'd discovered no one was around, Adrian was only just now rounding the corner he'd fled to.
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“Where’d everyone go? Seems like I got back too late. At least, it’s an island.”Michael decided to stand there and listen to the breeze on the water.

 Michael watched as Adrian studied the alleyway into which he'd fled, walking up to the wall he'd vanished through, and placing his hand on it.

 From Michael's perspective, it was like watching him through a one-way mirror. A few moments passed until Adrian pulled out a tool that looked like a fancy ice pick and jammed it into the wall. Cracks formed in the portal on Michael's side before a small hole broke loose around the pick.

 Adrian removed the ice pick and threw a small object through!

OOC: you can make a Wits + Investigation roll to tell what it is OR a Dexterity + Athletics check to dive for cover in case it's an explosive (like the last time someone threw something through one of Mistral's portals) but you only get one.

Michael didn’t have much time to act. He could either see what it was or dive for cover. Or there was the third option to just smash whatever it was that came through. A Grenade or something like that he could deal with. What he couldn’t let happen was have some tracking device get through. Without thought, he swung his sword to chop whatever came through in half.


09:06, Today: Michael rolled 2 successes using 13d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 1,2,6,3,8,4,3,10(+4),4,7,6,5,6.  Zweihander chop object.

 Michael smacked the object with his blade as it fell into the sand only to see what it was seconds later. It was a watch, but not an ordinary one. It was one of those often advertised on TV for being nearly indestructible (the kind that still work if run over or boiled) and, sure enough, it took the brunt of his chop with only mild damage to the band and back of the casing.

 Adrian had removed the ice pick from the portal and had pulled out a notepad. He was looking at his own watch...

 At the same time, Michael felt the sensation of being watched, followed by light tink noises coming from behind him. Finally came repeated, ominous clicking.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1SGJDrVJzMI

Michael quickly raised his sword and slammed it tip first into the watch with tremendous force. Maybe it was the latent energy from his wish, but Magic surged from his blade with a sonic boom to destroy the watch, the portal, and the magic with it.

OOC: using Michael’s minor wish granted by GM to destroy the watch, its connection with the watch Adrian is wearing, and the portal Michael came through.

 Michael jammed the blade halfway into the sand, cleaving the watch in twain and shattering the portal nearby. When he pulled the blade out from the sand, he felt a newfound power coursing through it.


 However, the dispelling of the portal did not disperse the ominous clicking coming from behind him.

Michael looked behind him when he realized that the ticking hadn’t stopped. He also pulled out his slate and typed a message to his Cabal. <<We’ve got Hunter problems.>>

 The ominous clicking coming from behind him was not some sort of watch. He could now hear the breathing of some sort of large animal behind him and the soft padding of footsteps. Looking around, Michael could see nothing but he could clearly see the footprints of what seemed to be two different types of animal (int + academics for more info) and they had stopped maybe ten feet away from him.

 The clicking came again, this time from a nearby tree.

Michael clasped his hands together and whispered a quick prayer to St. Abel to remove the veil shielding the creatures around him from his sight. Once the veil is lifted, he tries to get a quick look at what the creatures were and figure out what they are.

12:25, Today: Michael rolled 1 success using 3d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 4,4,9.  Academics intelligence .
12:24, Today: Michael rolled 4 successes using 5d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 3,9,10(+10,10,3),4,5.  Supernatural sight.
12:24, Today: Michael rolled 2 successes using 7d10 with the World of Darkness nWoD system with a target of 8, rerolling 10s with rolls of 3,1,4,8,6,8,6.  True sight of St Abel.

Succeeded on roll to activate Benediction and use it to see the invisible creatures and 1 success on the academics roll.

PM

Noah's voice came from someplace near Michael. A bit of space and force magic to throw his voice forever away. "That is Fluffy, a beast breed I call 'A Monday'. He is the guard dog to the island. He reacts to the use of weapons. Toss your weapon towards the house and sit down till it calms down. Even if you are surrounded by bad guys, toss your weapon."

"If you don't it's predisposed to rip arms off and bury them under a tree. Treat it in all other ways like a giant ass cat."

Michael did as he was told and tossed his weapon toward the house. He touched the lantern at his belt and asked the fire spirit to burn away the watch as quickly as possible. After that, he sat down on the beach and tried to stay calm. He tried to respond back to Noah. “We have a Hunter problem that I could use some help with right about now.”

OOC: use special fire spirit from cabal ceremony to destroy the watch.
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 Fluffy prowls down the tree as easily as one would walk on solid ground until it was once more on the ground. It approached, clicking ominously as it sniffed at him. Every instinct in Michael's body told him that he was about to be eaten... but it lost interest after a few seconds and padded over to Michael's Zweihander.

 It sniffed at the sword for a moment before padding back off to the ship.

"What kind of trouble? If you're surrounded I can activate the imprisonment protocol. Do I need to come home?"

Michael held up his slate. “We’ve all been on the Hunter’s radar. Pictures and everything due to the little show in Salem. I left Haven and came back through the portal. They must have had cameras in the alley because he knew right where I went. He found the portal, stabbed it with some weird icicle, and chucked a watch through. I tried to smash it with my sword when the guard dog appeared. I’m scared that they are tracing the island’s location. I can’t get rid of it while I might get mauled.”

"Use the heel of your boot. But that wont stop a last known location if it was a smart watch, toss it into the forge of my shop if you think he can trace its gears or something. Otherwise, keep an eye on him, I'll head to the other side of the portal. Do hunters have any strange anti dragon powers I need to be aware of?"

Michael grabs the watch out of the sand and heads for the mentioned forge. He used whatever tool was nearby to open the oven and tossed the watch in before closing it back. Just to be safe, he heads back outside. “They know of your existence. Dragons are from long ago, so I’m sure they have some ancient techniques at their disposal and already have them ready for you. This is more than just one man. My Conspiracy has brought a large force to the city. There are more than likely at least a few around Haven itself. I don’t think we should approach them with anything less than full strength.”

"When did I ever think about action. Thinking is for before action. Did you see what hand he was writing with? I'm on my way."

From just behind Michael spoke Mistral's voice, though there was no sound of her approach.  (OOC: unless you get 5 successes on a detection roll :) )  Her tone was level as usual, but there was definitely an edge to it.  "The Porte I opened for you is destroyed, you speak of 'hunter troubles', and Fluffy is alarmed.  Explain."  She stepped past him and went to where the portal had been.  As Mistral listened she was simultaneously busy muttering incantations and performing rapid mystical gesticulations.  Though it was all incomprehensible, it was easy enough to surmise from body language that she was engaged in mystical investigation and damage control.

Michael spooked a little at Mistral’s voice behind him but recovered. “There was a hunter from my Conspiracy waiting for me back at Haven. He already knew about my association with you and the others based on surveillance both in New York and Salem. He tried to interrogate me, but I did my best to side his accusations. I left and came back through the portal. He must have had cameras somewhere since he found where the portal was. He used some strange icicle looking spike to pierce the portal and toss a heavy duty watch through. I tried to destroy it with my sword but didn’t accomplish it. When I saw him trying to look through his watch, I used my sword to shatter the portal before he could send anything else through. That’s when Fluffy appeared. I threw the watch into Noah’s forge as instructed.”

Mistral turned from her work to regard Michael, pointedly noting his six and a half feet of height, combat boots and a personal armory of weaponry, including a zweihander sword as tall as herself.  She said with exceedingly dry sarcasm, "Cameras, in a nondescript alley.  Surely the only possible explanation for how your subtle movements might have been followed."  She turned back to her mystical work and asked, "I must know more of this spike that pierced the Porte.  Did you shut the way behind you, using the command phrase?"

As she continued to work, Mistral asked further, "I require clarification on one point.  You call yourself a member of the same Conspiration that now attempts to invade this sanctuary, presumably with intent to do harm.  Yet you now fraternize avec l'ennemi and inform against them.  Why?"

Michael nodded. “I did close the portal behind me. The spike he used seemed to crack the portal and drill a small hole into it. As for why I’m telling you all this, I have my reasons. My conspiracy has many shall we say unenlightened individuals. If it isn’t human and/or uses Magic not of God then it must be destroyed. They do not see as I have that not being fully human doesn’t mean evil. You all fight the ‘greater evil’ as one might describe it. I have seen this first hand. I do not wish harm to come to my fellow M&M, but I don’t want any of you to be harmed either.”