(OOC: Once you've wrapped up your main and side thread stories. Feel free to hop into this thread.)

 

--- Trouble in Berlin ---
Nov.10th, 5:36PM

 As the afternoon wears on. The bustling city of Berlin has begun to settle down slightly as nightfall approaches. Businessmen and women have filled the streets with their comings and goings. The smell of woodfire smoke permeates the darkening winter skies.

 The train station is similarly filled with activity as workers move cargo to and from the train. Oil lamps are lit by uniformed lamplighters as they make their way through the city streets. The station's platforms are filled with people saying goodbyes to loved ones and mounds of baggage have porters busy filling the storage compartments. Near the front of the train, the Conductor and the train security escort the assassin and Marconi's effects into police custody. Along with his report.

 Meanwhile, two blocks away, the streets are similarly filled with people. The wide intersection is a crazy mess of traffic. A combination of horses and carts and simple motorcars are pushing through at a dizzying pace. Two traffic police are directing the craziness.

 Suddenly from one side of the road, a man tromps into the road holding his head. He appears to be in the grips of an excruciating headache, and his breathing is hoarse and fast. He squeezes his eyes together tightly as he aimlessly sways disoriented, wandering into the traffic lanes. Horns and loud bells (and the people controlling them) scream at him to get out of the way. The traffic director blows a whistle as he closes on the man. The man falls to his knees in agony. Finally unable to take it, he shouts into the sky, and to his surprise, is accompanied by a deafening sonic boom that could be heard across the city most likely.

(B-BOOOOOOMMMMM!)

 Nearby people are knocked down, one car is overturned and a horse is plain knocked out by the shockwave. Hundreds of people begin to turn and run in the opposite direction. Almost all glass items shatter apart with in a one block radius.

(OOC: The characters back at the train(or station) definitely know what's up. Those elsewhere on threads are taking place prior to this, so do not cut short your conversations, please. Take care of what you want to first.)
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S had only just arrived back at the train station when the boom occurred. To her this was sheer agony, causing her to drop to her knees, hands aside her head to cover her ears but to no avail. Her senses are scrambled and her nose bleeds. Her brain hurts, her literal brain feels like someone has set it aflame.

Having decided he could go for something local, like some schnitzel, he directs the hackney carriage driver towards the train station in the hopes of finding somewhere close to there to eat.
As they get close to the rail station, James is looking out the windows to find a restaurant, when he sees the strange spectacle of a man staggering into the street.  Thinking the man may be drunk, he does not really pay much attention.  And then the worlds gets blown sideways....
An incredibly loud sound slams into the carriage, James covering his ears just as things go topsy-turvy violently.  When he is no longer being thrown around the inside of the carriage, he finds himself sprawled across the roof with the supports collapsed and the carriage upside-down over him.
He surveys himself, finding that he seems to have all the limbs and digits he had when he first hailed the cab.  Slickness on his face and the side of his head indicate that he seems to be bleeding from his ears and his nose, which is quickly verified by manual inspection.  He pulls himself towards the half-opening where a door had once been, and crawls out.  Standing up, dizziness washes over him, and he feels nauseated, indicating a probable concussion.  Once he clears his head a bit, he surveys the scene around him.
His taxi driver is trapped, unmoving, under the back of his seat at the front of the overturned hackney, blood pooling around his head and abdomen indicating there is no need for a doctor.  The mare pulling it was collapsed on her side, ten feet away, the shafts of both traces broken away from the carriage, breathing, but apparently unconscious.  Around him, he sees much the same destruction, people staggering to their feet, or lying either dead or unconscious on the street.
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 Ms.Sanderson's pain is palpable to any who can see her. The train station is a flood of people staring towards the downtown area, silence fills the space. The sound of the cracking cobblestone road echoes through the streets, bringing somewhat more pain to her ears with their sharp sound. However, the area is awash in yelling and screaming, not enough to cause more pain but definitely confusing the image she was being presented with two blocks away. She absolutely knows where the sound came from though it's centered near an intersection with a crazy amount of growing activity. A kindly young man of perhaps sixteen appears at her side and begins to help her to her feet. "Geht es Ihnen gut, Ma'am?"

 Phoenix, slowly recovering from the shockwave can see a man a quarter block up the road, devastation surrounding him. Phoenix sees glowing cracks spreading through the cobblestone road and sharp cracking sounds from where the man was kneeling. His eyes open and they glow bright blue in the growing gloom, just like the glowing cracks spiderwebbing out around him. Phoenix can see the man but feels the wind whipping at his clothing as if the man were the center of a tornado.

 In the next moment, the man stands up, eyes glowing but he's got a terribly frightened look on his mid-twenties face. He's got the look of a man who just realized he killed people by accident. His clothes look tattered and ruined by the force of his blast. Hand-crank sirens can be heard within a few kilometers, probably headed this way. The man looks completely shaken and begins to run through the intersection away from the sirens.

 Above, a blimp begins to descend and cast its shadow across the street.
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Phoenix, without thinking, and without regard to how soon the train would be leaving, takes off after the man.  If he can get close enough, and in an area that is more secluded from prying eyes, he will call out in some of the limited German he knows, Warten (Wait)!  Halt!  Warten!  Sprechen Sie Englisch (Do you speak English)?

Nic blinked several times in a row and shook his head a bit, coming out of his reverie. He looked around confusedly for a moment, and then frowned as he stood up. He exited the train and noted the direction in which people seemed to be looking. Unlike what most people's first instinct might be to do, he turned and headed that way, towards where the sound had come from.

"I'll say one thing 'bout this group....it's almost never dull."

 Unfortunately, there isn't much for cover, the street is the main thoroughfare and though wide and building fronts massive and stone, are not particularly sheltering here. Phoenix calls out anyway.

 When the man turns at James' voice, he can see the man's facial skin has begun to crack and glow with blue light, and similar to the ground where he manifested, glowing spiderwebbing cracks crisis cross his exposed hands and through his tattered clothing. The force of wind seems to pick up when he sees Phoenix. People begin to move back away from the man as he calls back to Phoenix, his voice changing to become unnaturally deep. "Du kannst mir nicht helfen, ich bin verflucht worden, ich bin in einem Albtraum!"
OOC: "Stay back, I'm cursed, I'm in a nightmare!"

 Nearby, opposite Phoenix's side of the intersection to the west, the blimp slides between the tall buildings as it descends, finally coming to rest a few meters above the streets in the direction the man seemed to be moving. The door on the side rises up on pneumatic pistons and four men in black drop out of the cabin to the streets. They have forest green uniforms and masks that look a bit like gas masks. One of them has a pair of sidearms which he draws, pistole parabellum, commonly known as a Luger, these seemed customized with brass trim and ivory grips that catch the lamplight. Another man seemed to be built of a mass of muscle, his bulky frame stands a head and shoulders above the others. The third man did not seem to be particularly big or armed. The fourth was the build of a woman of uncommon grace and agility it appeared. The blimp begins to rise again as soon as they drop out.

 The man in the street's pace falters as he sees the force opposing him as they spread across the street. Allowing the fleeing people between them as they begin to advance on the man.

 Nic comes upon the scene as the scene plays out and sees Phoenix climb from the wreckage.
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Nic spotted Phoenix and was about to shout something out when things got even weirder. the man shouted something in what Nic assumed was German, but didn't understand. He waved his arms at the people, "Get out of here! Run! Go!" He hoped some might understand his gestures for them to leave the area if not the English words.

However, he heard something above them, and started to look up just in time for some new arrivals to drop in, literally. His eyes narrowed. A...blimp. Could these people be the ones using Helen? It would be a weird coincidence if not - or there were a lot more of those things than Nic realized.

He took a chance, getting ready to fire a laser if they came after him as well. "Hey! Who are you?"

He tried to reach out to Helen, ~~Helen, by chance, did your ride just stop moving?~~
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 Nic can feel the gesture of affirmation as she spoke, ~~Nic, yes! You're so close, aren't you!?~~~

 Nicholas can see the people beginning to come to their senses and flee in proper panic. One of the newly arrived men in black and green on the other side of the intersection calls to the man in German as well. The four spread out across the street in a line and begin moving forward towards the man. "Bitte beruhigen Sie sich, finden Sie einen Weg, sich unter Kontrolle zu bringen, oder wir werden gezwungen sein, Sie Gott zu übergeben. Wir können Ihnen Sicherheit bieten, wenn Sie mit uns kommen. Du bist wie wir..."

OOC Translation: Please calm yourself, find a way to bring yourself under control or we'll be forced to deliver you to god. We can offer you safety and security if you come with us. You are like us...

 The man begins to turn back towards Phoenix and then heads left through the wide intersection, fear and a sheen of sweat clearly apparent on the man's agonized face. This happens to be away from Luminary, whom the man has not really noticed yet.
This message was last edited by the GM at 05:29, Mon 12 Apr 2021.

S could stay conscious no longer, she fell out from pain. Her ears and nose are bleeding.

I am back but this seems right. I think S would be rendered unable to continue from combination of the sound and the concussion.