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Post by brennalarosa on Oct 16, 2009 11:26:17 GMT -7
"Specializes in Aztec religion," Phia rattled off, "His aura looked like he'd taken some spirit damage in the past, but I didn't pry into the reasons. It could be a hundred things, he might simply have tripped a trigger at the right time."
Fiery? Fire was the last thing she mentally associated him with. Air, for intellect, and Water, for wisdom, but Fire?
"Are you sure it was fire? Could be a wrath spirit or maybe a memory. Oh, hang on!" She forced Lovelace open, muttering apologies and pulled up a GPS tracking program, hooking on to the other SUV and watching carefully.
She swore under her breath. "He could be headed anywhere! No significant landmarks are jumping out at me."
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Post by professor on Oct 17, 2009 14:24:50 GMT -7
The SUV ran through red lights and stop signs as it exited the suburban area and finally merged onto the freeway leading to New York before Alistair was able to regain consciousness, or so he thought. When he looked up he saw that he was in fact driving the SUV he had arrived in, the only problem was that from his perspective he was looking at himself from the passenger seat.
As he watched, he drove the car as if nothing wrong was happening. Then it occurred to him that he was most likely possessed. Great way to start your first day. He thought as he sat there and watched himself drive. He turned towards the window and and tried to press on it with the hopes of phasing through it, but to no avail.
"I would not do that if I were you." Murmured the entity whom was in control of his body. "You see your not a ghost, nor did I kick you out of your own skin as you most likely thought. You are just a rare one, psychic. You got so much mojo I could not help myself but to gorge on you brain juices." Laughed the entity. How it pained Alistair to hear something use him like a puppet but more so the entities words interested him.
"I am not a psychic. You must be mistaken......" He paused looking out the window. P"lease go on...." Alistair hoped to stall the creature who was focused on driving. A little bump in the road and a steady incline signaled to him that they were driving up a bridge. Yes. Soon. Alistair watched the sky blacken and thunder rip through the air. A storm appeared out of no where and lightning began to strike. Drawn closer and closer to the bridge.
The demon was not paying any attention to what was happening outside the car. "Well lets put it this way. You are the buffet of all astral buffets. You are the weakest and most useless psychic ever. You have your uses, I mean don't get me wrong. The ability to create psychic energy that acts like a radio jammer is great and all but all it does is look like food to things like.....Me actually"
"So what does that actually make you?" Alistair continued"
"I am a jinn, well actually an If-" the Demon was cut short as a large bolt of white hot electricity shot down for the sky and hit the driver thorough the windshield. Air ripped through the cab as the SUV flipped and plummeted over the edge of the bridge into the water below.
Anyone watching would have seen a bolt of lightning that went strait down, then feet from the ground arced and shot through the windshield. Seconds later the storm disappeared with no trace of ever being there.
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Post by gyakusatsu on Oct 17, 2009 20:17:58 GMT -7
Anyone watching would have seen a bolt of lightning that went strait down, then feet from the ground arced and shot through the windshield. Seconds later the storm disappeared with no trace of ever being there.
Deadhead and Phia's SUV was several feet from Hartwoods when it happened. Christoph had seen the gathering clouds and hoped to whatever god may exist that they weren't the subject of it's thunderous rage. Suddenly a bolt of lightening flashed ahead of them, visibly curving back up to strike directly through the windshield. Christoph's eyes grew wide as he heard the terrible ripping of the sky and the SUV, full of vital equipment, plummeted off the side of the bridge.
The loud screech of tires had his head bobbing forward and Agatha knocked repeatedly against the windshield. The entire van seemed to rock as the vehicle stopped in the middle of the bridge, horns of speeding cars crying out in a Doppler Effect as they passed, swerving to avoid the stopped SUV.
Chris cursed loudly in German and hurriedly got out of the car to peer over the bridge at the sinking car and all it's contents.
He swore louder, turning around helplessly only to return his gaze back to the partially submerged hunk of metal with his colleague's body still inside.
"How the hell are we going to exorcise him now? ... and all that equipment..."
Resigned, he returned to the SUV, leaning over Phia to untie Agatha and withdraw back to the bridge's edge, head in hand. "Well. What you think?" They aren't dead yet. He looked at the shriveled head for a moment and then back at the van in the water. "How're we gonna fix this?" He asked himself somberly though the witches head still mouthed back something about not giving a damn.
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Post by brennalarosa on Oct 17, 2009 23:03:23 GMT -7
Phia had screamed. She hadn't felt it, mercifully, she'd only known the man for a matter of hours. But, the shock of what she'd seen and the sense that she'd witnessed the death of a coworker...
She eventually managed to get out as her nerves caught up to her brain. She couldn't swim, but maybe she could summon something that could. But, summoning wasn't really her forte. She'd need everything she had. Drat. Her cane was down there with Hartwood. She'd have to make it count. With enough force behind the spell, she wouldn't need the "reach" of a wand.
"Quick, Mueller, can you swim?" She started pulling at her energy reserves, prepping for the mother of all Hail Mary plays.
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Post by drjuliusmayfair on Oct 18, 2009 1:25:45 GMT -7
Jules was trying to stay on the road, but the car didn't seem to like him much. He hated driving. And the banana kept staring at him! He finally ripped it off the rearview mirror and threw it into the backseat, but in taking his eyes off the road in a fit of rage at the staring banana, he missed the lightening. He did see the flash and hit the breaks, rear ending the second SUV. He scrambled out quickly and looked around.
"What the bloody HELL!"
He said as he saw his colleges at the side of the bridge, "What hap-" But as he looked over, he saw the tail end of the first SUV, disappearing into the water. He started shedding clothes, shivering against the cold morning air as his chest was exposed. The smears of chicken blood on his skin was a drastic contrast to his pale skin.
"Who to call..." he was saying under his breath, "Siren...Whale...Simba..." He was already holding a knife he had stowed his jacket and was cutting his already deeply scarred wrist, the blood pooling from the cut and dripping into the river water, "You two, call HQ and give them an update of where we are and whats happened so far. I was a quarantine on that house and the young boy who was possessed to be watched at all times. If I'm not back up in...15 minutes, do NOT come after me."
He shook his wrist, "LEGBA!" The blood splattered across the metal rail and down into the water as he felt the power rising inside of him, " Legba, le gardien des portes, la croisée des chemins, et l'homme parmi les hommes! Je demande le passage à travers les avions et de parler à Simba! Legba, toi qui garde les clés! Accordez-moi cette faveur à la hâte!"
His limbs twisted in unnatural posistion and he coughed wildly. Smoke rose from his mouth that smelled strongle like pipe tobacco.
"Papa Blanche Rouge! Vous ne m'avez pas appelé pendant un long moment, j'ai failli vous manquer et vous voulez parler à basse classe Simba? PHHHEE! Je m'attends à une offre bon de vous, mon garçon. L'homme blanc. Ass mince homme blanc."
The voice that came from Jules was not his own, but of an old man. He weezed and twisted again before falling from the bridge and into the water. There was a pause and Jules was swimming like a fish. He felt the Loa guide him through the freezing waters to the sinking SUV. He could see perfectly, his hands in front of him, her touched the SUV and pulled himself around. He looked into the window and saw Hartwood at the drive side, apparently slumped over the steering wheel, the cab having yet filled with water. Jules pulled a fist back and broke through the glass with a strength that was not his own.
Water started to pour into the SUV as soon as Jules's fist was through the glass. He leaned in and jerked Hartwood free of the SUV, silently thanking him for not putting on a seatbelt. He started up to the surface of the river, Simba, keeper of rivers, as his guide.
---------- Translations:
1: LEGBA, keeper of the gates, the crossroads, and man among men! I ask for passage across the planes and to speak to Simba! Legba, you who keeps the keys! Grant me this boon in haste!
2: Papa Blanche Rouge! You have not called me for a long while, I have almost missed you and now you want to speak with low class Simba? PHHHEE! I expect a good offering from you, boy. White man. thin ass white man.
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Post by brennalarosa on Oct 18, 2009 18:03:12 GMT -7
Phia watched with a growing feeling of inadequacy as Mayfair cut himself and then...
Was being spirit-ridden. Phia decided that she may as well make herself useful somehow.
"Hey, Muller! Let's do some damage control! Go grab the flares from the trunk and block us off! I'll start trying to slow traffic!" she hollered over the din of traffic, "And if you believe in a god, pray!"
Phia dashed out and ripped off her bright scarlet scarf and began waving it, using all that built-up energy to make sure that she was seen and not run-down by some idiot.
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Post by gyakusatsu on Oct 18, 2009 22:46:30 GMT -7
"Quick, Mueller, can you swim?" She started pulling at her energy reserves, prepping for the mother of all Hail Mary plays. --- "You two, call HQ and give them an update of where we are and whats happened so far. I was a quarantine on that house and the young boy who was possessed to be watched at all times. If I'm not back up in...15 minutes, do NOT come after me." ---
"Hey, Muller! Let's do some damage control! Go grab the flares from the trunk and block us off! I'll start trying to slow traffic!" she hollered over the din of traffic, "And if you believe in a god, pray!"
It all happened rather fast for poor Müller and all he managed to issue from his mouth in response to Phia was a quiet, "Apparently he can..." As the doctor dove off the side of the bridge.
He then nodded to Phia and ran to the dented back-end of the SUV Mayfair had so graciously made concave. Flustered, he hopped into the banana-yellow eyesore and backed up just enough to allow the opening to the trunk. Quickly he jumped back out, almost forgetting to put the giant banana in park while at the same time nearly twisting his ankle in an effort to turn back to the car and park it.
Frankly, the poor exorcist was a mess, even after over 10 years of missions in the Bureau he still handled stress badly. Finally he managed to pull the several flares from the trunk and lit them all, he placed them one by one around their position on the bridge so as to divert oncoming traffic. On the plus side of Mayfair's collision with the SUV, they now had an excuse to be stopped in the middle of the road.
After setting up all the flares he searched the front seat of the SUV for his communicator, fumbling hopelessly as he did so. After a few minutes of frustration, finally he found the device and promptly called Headquarters. "Their not gonna be happy... ", he whispered to himself before the other line harbored another human voice.
"Hey! It's Agent Müller! Agent Cisneros and myself are atop a bridge due east of our previous target location. ... Y-yes that one.
Agent Mayfair wants the targeted house to be put under full quarantine and surveillance.
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Oh- well. He's... He pursued Agent Hartwood and the possessing entity in question. ... Well they uhm..."
Christoph looked at Phia helplessly, still unsure of what to say or do.
"They went over the bridge..."
His voice had a calm, somber tone now. "Yes into the water. ... Alright. I understand."
A tiny beep and the glint of a small red light signaled the ed of the conversation. His face was grim now, quiet and serious, he looked at the witch with sad eyes.
"They want us to stand-by. They're sending agents to quarantine the house and we're to report back with the first sign of the professors."
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Post by brennalarosa on Oct 19, 2009 9:13:18 GMT -7
Phia nodded, looking back at the line of glowing flares. "I shouldn't worry. I recognize the names he used, before he jumped. Hartwood and Mayfair are in very good hands." Phia leaned to brace against the SUV, suddenly exhausted.
"So, we wait," she sighed, "he said 15 minutes and it hasn't been 5 yet. And if Manning plans to give us hell for it, he can shove it straight up his nose."
Still, she reached a surreptitious tendril of magic out and felt beneath the water for signs of life bigger than a fish, praying that she'd find something more than bubbles and cooling flesh.
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Post by professor on Oct 19, 2009 20:37:46 GMT -7
As Julius and Alistair crested the surface of the water below the bridge a large ripple of water spread, and drew attention to the two men. Before he could do anything a large gout of water flew from Alistair's mouth and he began to cough trying to speak. "Julius.....what happened. I..I was in the SUV and I was driving but it wasn't me. Then there was this bolt of light and now I'm here with....Why are you covered in blood?"
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Post by drjuliusmayfair on Oct 23, 2009 8:04:36 GMT -7
"Hell if I know what happened, mate." Jules said as they swam towards shore. He was shivering like mad, the power of using the Loas was burning him like light a candle at both ends with a flame thrower. "Never mind the blood, it isn't important. What is important is to find out what the hell happened. What I do know is that you were possessed, and it was taking you back into the city."
On shore was a black SUV and a medical crew. They helped them from the water and wrapped them in blankets. Jules slumped against the SUV's side, spent. He was pale and clammy. Someone passed him a cup of hot coffee and a glass of orange juice. He downed the orange juice, "I need sugar..." He said.
As someone handed him an open package of sugar donuts, he sipped his coffee, "Was the house locked down? I want a study of all the markings in that house. Alistair, did you get the name of that thing that possessed you?" He winced as someone started to bandage the arm where he had cut himself.
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Post by brennalarosa on Oct 25, 2009 14:23:34 GMT -7
"We left a few agents back there," said Phia, plugging in her mug and pouring a water bottle in, "but, we didn't have a chance to leave them any orders to lock it down. Which, in retrospect, was a stupid move. Müller says it was fiery in nature, but it was too focused for an elemental and I've never known them to ride somebody like that. Not a straight elemental anyhow. Okay, there was one Abuelita told me about, but it was polluted and half-crazed in pain. The only things I can think of are fae or demonic in nature, or else, of course, Loa."
She looked over towards Hartwood. "If I could offer a suggestion? Somebody goes back to the house, supervises the suits, studies those markings, while somebody else stays behind and makes sure that thing stays down and brings everyone back after a rest. I have a couple theories about our little guest's origin and those markings and they stink like last week's fish."
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Post by gyakusatsu on Oct 25, 2009 18:47:51 GMT -7
Muller cringed at the sight of Mayfair being bandaged up, he may deal with the dead a lot but he could never get over the sight of blood. It was just so disturbing! He covered his eyes with his forefinger and thumb and swallowed as the witch spoke, waiting to speak until he was sure she was done. "Well I called in for a quarantine on the house right after setting up the flares so there should be agents on their way there if not there already." He was still regaining his composure. "As for the little invader... My guess is some kind of demon, since I've never known Fae to possess anyone." He thought a bit before blindly pointing to Hartwood. "Hartwood, did it say anything about what it was or where it came from?"
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Post by professor on Oct 25, 2009 20:06:50 GMT -7
Alistair paused and drew in a deep breath. ".....no. It did not say much or anything at all for that matter. It just drove." Alistair shook his head a bit. "Maybe ..... no, he could not do that......" he mumbled to himself. "I should go back. Maybe take some rest in the medical wing do some reading about what ever this is." Alistair tried to stand but stumbled back down not even a foot away from were he sat. I guess my legs hadn't gotten back to normal yet. That shock must have fried some nerves, bot good. After a second he laid down and waited for the bureau's ambulance and medical staff to pick him up. He slipped into unconsciousness the second after ambulance arrived and was carted off in a stretcher.
*** 1 hour later (feel free to fill in the gap without me. Through this period of time the demon is off the radar. ) *** Alistair awoke with a start. Cold sweat streamed down his face. He looked around the sterile white medical room. The room was spare and empty. Empty save for the man who leaned up against the door looking like a 1920's gangster. "Well its good to see ya' awake Alli man. Now I can get out of this god forsaken hell hole that's yo' head."
"What are you talking about?" questioned Alistair, barely able to say the words.
The Demon stepped forward. "well I was in yo' head thanks to that......man....then that bolt of lightning kick started yo' brain juices and now I'm out here lick-eddy split. Best part?" The Demon took a step forward quizzically. "You. Are. The only one. Who, can see me." The Demon man pointed at himself and jumped up. He clapped his hands and walked to the door knocking over trays and other equipment. When he got to the door he stopped and spun on his heel, hand on his hat. "Can't let you blabbin' my plans so I'll take this" The man flicked his wrist and a ball of light came from Alistair's Throat and landed in the palm of the man.
"what did you......." Alistair's voice cut out before he could finish. He grasped his throat and fell out of bead trying to breath. As he struggled the demon set out down the hall whistling a tune and soon the havoc ensued.
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