Mirrorverse Chronicles: After Cataclysm (IC)

[Protectorate of Sechyvasia]

It was a day like any other, August 10th, 2012, a bright and slightly overcaste Summer day. A warm 24 degrees Celsius carrying with it a slight breeze, nothing to complain about. The three story manor home was well air conditioned and the thermostat read a 20 degrees Celsius. A tad warmer than what it usually was set too but no matter. The master of the home was already up, dressed in her school uniform of black shoes, above the knee white skirt, a white dress shirt and smaller female tie bearing a black and white diagonal striped pattern. Complete with a light grey coat incase the wind picked up later in the evening.

She turned her head, casting her bright blue eyes at the TV as the weatherman spoke of a possibility for a real down pour tomorrow. As she did this she raised her slender hand and took a bight out of a piece of toast, finishing it a few big bites later then grabbing her school back she walked out the front door. Making sure she heard the double click drom the auto-matic locking mechanism in the door after she twisted the key she briskly walked down the cobbled path from her door to the asphalt of her wide, long driveway. Today was the first day of school, earlier than last year do to a year schedule change but the idea was to get out of school earlier and a longer Christmas vacation. No complaints there either from her although a few voiced dissent at the prospect of school starting earlier.

As she trudged down the sidewalk into the Northern District of Sonnenstein she took a public bus to get to the Southern District four miles down the Athel River. Getting off at the corner of Vordenstrasse and Feldstrasse she walked half a block before crossing the street to the other side on Vordenstrasse. There the school gates where open and she must have been one ofthe last students in cause the school grounds although spacious were cramped full of students. Sitting on nice benches, sitting on the well groomed lawn, walking into the school via the large oak doors. It was an old school establishment but do to new renovations a few years prior the building boasted new modern tastes. Like long paneled glass windows and walkways linking the two major buildings together on the second floor. The Sonnenstein Gymnasium had 1,127 students in a school facility covering 2 hectares with 1 hectare of Dorms for those going to the private school not housed by their families or any other way.

All around her she heard gossip and many hello's from friends, acquintances and stares from the boys. However what intigued her was a last minute addition to the attendance rolls and the rumor have it of a gorgeous new student. Must be a boy cause some girls were going on and on, made her gag at who goes gaga over that. Never the less he was easy to find considering the girl to boy ratio steadily increased till you were close to him. It was Lucion Satalin, he worked for her but he remained like a shadow, doing her bidding in terms of house work, keeping the manor grounds complete and so on. Truthfully her lawn never once had a weed, flower beds and green house perfect and the Manor itself was spotless. So he was a keeper in terms of work quality, how he managed it without her knowing was beyond her. In fact she had asked him about how he does it and he replied that he comes in late or when she's not home and does it then, the only reason she was not surprised on him being here was because he told her that he was transfering from some school in Bavaria. She never could remember that particular schools name even though she had asked him twice, strange, but she pushed that thought behind and focused on todays happenings instead.

She had Literature and Grammer first period followed by History and Social Sciences to start off the day and Lunch followed that at 12:30. As she was about to open one of the oak doors she heard her name coming from a behind her, "Marina! Marina Arkadyevna!" At first she thought it was a teacher but no..to her horror it was Friedrich. Okay maybe not horror but it denoted a shrug as everyone knew he had a slight obsession with her, a good friend but quirky was a polite way to put it. Nothings wrong with being quirky just Friedrich had a problem of not knowing when to quite or know when to make an exit from..well anything. Take the last year school play for example, casted as one of th eseven dwarves for Snow White, kept on forgetting his qeues in rehearsals to the point where the casting director had to verbally tell him to get on stage. Usually in a hurried manner or just a,"Go." Followed by a shove to actually make sure he was moving.

"Ja Friedrich?" asked Marina non-plussed at his quick appearence.
"The Office wanted me to hand you this." He replied quickly, he looked alittle out of breath. Probably searched for her until she arrived the poor guy. Marina simply nodded and ripped open the small parcel detailing her new assignment, baby-sitting was the nickname for it. When a student who knows the ways of the school is tasked to help out a new student for a day or two until they get the hang of the place. Not that this particular new student needed to feel welcomed do to the flock of gaggles and glees surroundng his presence.
"Thank you Friedrich." Marina stated flatly and on her heel, turned, foot out and walked quickly to Lucion.
"Your with me for the day Satalin." said Marina, trying to keep her eyes on his deep blue starry eyes, and not the vehement death stares from two thirds the people around them, atleast a dozen were in her first class too. It was going to be such a charming day now isn't it?

[Firstaria]

Daniel paid an extra tip to the taxi that brought him in the center of Sonnerstein that day of august, even if his finances were not that good at all. He wanted to sound like a good guy to the person who entertained him for the long travel from the airport in another town, but at the same time he only augmented his interest in finding something about the city.

In his last case, which didn't bring as much as he demanded for hunting a supernatural creature, he ended up crossing ways with the Vatican, who had a really cold relationship with the Mercury Detective agency and his affairs, especially since his 'demonic' origins. He was not a demon, but for those priests helping the Angelicum count as zero when your left arm has a doomsday relic permanently forged to it.
The point, however, was Sonnerstein and the many times that city came out during the investigation. Clearly, his target was already about to be captured until a serious information gap occurred, called by the Vatican the 'Sonnerstein incident'. His contact didn't pull out more, but clearly something happened in the city and he missed some big event in those times...and he wanted to get at the bottom of it, since it could signify a turn in his career...and maybe a mystery worth of the legend he brought with him.

[Nature-Spirits]

She was flying. Below her, the city burned. Angels, Demons, Fae, and humans were battling, killing, dying. She heard a voice that she somehow knew was Lilith's, overlain with Malum's and her own: "I am the Maid of Desolation, the Screech Owl. I am the vessel. Lilitu invco. Deus invoco. Mortuum invoco. In nomine Mater, in nomine Pater, magica invoco."

---

Cailleach woke up to the sound of tolling bells, the magical alarm confined to her bedroom. She was curled into a ball, laying on her side on top of her blankets. Her demonic wings were pulled tightly against her back, and a Faerie protection enchantment was woven around her; she must have inadvertently made it during her nightmare. Of course, it kept her stuck within its confines, so she had to take several minutes to strip it away, followed by a quick meditation to replenish her energy levels; the shield had nearly drained her over the course of the night.
By the time she'd gotten dressed in her new school uniform and entered the kitchen Aine, her mother, was sitting in a rocking chair while a potion - meant for healing by the smell of it and the feel of the energy it gave off - bubbled in a cauldron over a green fire blazing in the centre of the table, leaving no scorch marks, as a wooden spoon stirred it of its own accord. Aine raised an eyebrow at her daughter questioningly. "You're late. No time for breakfast now. You know I worked hard to get you into that institution." The woman leaned over the cauldron, sniffing it, and frowned, slashing her hand with her white-handled boline to let a few drops of her Faerie-human blood drip into it. The potion shone for an instant with silver light and let off a sweet smell, accompanied by the distinct feel of a benign Faerie spell.
"It's not my fault. I had a nightmare, and instinctively cast a protection spell that kept me contained, then I had to replenish my energy."
Aine sighed, tracing an arcane symbol in the air above the cauldron, the symbol being formed by tiny blue sparks before they tumbled into the bubbling liquid. The spoon stirred faster. "Fine. But now you don't have time to walk, and you obviously don't have enough energy right now for a teleportation of your own, and while you could transform into a crow and fly, you'd only just make it even then. So it seems that you will use the Ley Line." Their house was deliberately built on a Ley Line, or a river of magical Earth energy running underground. These days houses built on Ley Lines were in high demand by Witches, Shamans, and Fae due to the recent necessity for secrecy.
Cailleach nodded, giving a weak smile, and trudged down the stairs to the basement, where she found a circle of symbols drawn in chalk on the floor. She stepped over the boundary, and felt a rush of energy as her physical and spiritual bodies crossed over into a plane of existence that existed at almost the same level as Earth.
She marvelled at the golden energy coursing past her for a moment - it was easy to get lost in Ley Lines - but, remembering why she was there, she closed her eyes and influenced the tide to take her to the school.

---

Cailleach reemerged a couple of blocks from the private school in an alley, and began jogging, cursing the school (figuratively, not literally) for forcing her to wear such uncomfortable shoes.
Arriving a couple of minutes later at the threshold to the grounds, she stepped over to the other side of the property line, feeling the wards that she'd placed on it the week before - she liked to have some magical protection aside from her personal shields where she spent a lot of time - slide over her skin and embrace her for an instant, the magic recognising her as its songstress, before returning to its duty of protecting the school from magical attack.

[Imperialisium]

A Cataclysm of Souls will either restore or destroy-Gottlieb Faust II, 1674 AD
(Prior to Intro Post)
He remembered the quote in his head as he walked out from Hotel he was staying at, The Alte Sonne, Suite 05 on Gruenstrasse. It was a nice Hotel with well furnished suites and rooms that could easily accomodate six or seven people at most, it was definately an upper class establishment. He wore his school uniform comprising black dress pants, shoes and a white dress shirt (shortsleeve) with a pure black tie. Instead of the regular coat he wore his Black Leather jacket until he reached the outside were he slung it over his shoulder. The Hotel managers always seemed to keep the halls a little more chilly than needed, even though it didn't bother him, he didn't have a pulse nor gave off body heat in the sense that if you touch him you may feel heat if he chooses but Thermal scopes will be dark. He also sported a grey back pack slung over both shoulders for ease and walked the six blocks to his education establishment. Not that he needed it of course, being alive for any length of time let alone a few millenia by his reckoning you're bound to acquire a huge wealth of knowledge. But plodded on, head down with his just below ear length night black hair coifed about his head. His aqua colored eyes gave off an innocent view, at odds with his natural rose red color he sported naturally. His spaded tail and black angelic wings also were not apparent (manifested). That would cause a diffenent stir going anywhere looking like that, might as well start shooting fire balls down the street or into buildings.

The school he figured was a nice facility but Human standards with a decent credited faculty as per his review, albeit illegally manipulating the software of the Human machines to learn this information. But as soon as he hit the gated area he was hit by a wave of female Human squels, gaffaws, hubris, compliments and so forth he couldn't hide a slight smile. Creating more of the prior mentioned activities, but he acted the part of the new guy well, even so forth as to ask some of the experianced students where certain places in the building where located. They largely seemed like nice folk though, occasional jelous guy might throw a brash comment his way, swiftly followed by an unfortunate spilling of their back packs contents onto the ground. Unexplained spillings that is cause Lucion never so much as touched them, their bags nor the contents.

He did however notice the wards and magical defences about the place, he sniffed the air,"Is that you...Cailleach *smiles*" Lucion said to himself quietly. He had slipped through because he had casted a powerful spell that made him seem to magicla eyes as a pure Human. He was still feeling the effects from that spell and every now and then a wave of fatigue would hit him.

Back to Current Time
As Lucion looked around and acted like he should be there, usually observing Human emotion, contact and conversational practices to update his skills on those areas to better play the part of new student. He saw Marina walk onto the School grounds, he couldn't help but give a wiry grin at her that faded away as fast as it came. The bumbling Friedrich right behind her and engaging in conversation with her, followed by her confronting him and telling him he was going to be with her today. Of course he already knew this, after all he had created the order and inserted it into the system two nights ago using one of the Office passwords he hacked.

"Of course Fraeulein Arkadyevna, Might I say you look lovely today." replied Lucion. Which to his inner delight caused a slight stir/barely contained uproar from the female students crowd, namely,'Did he just call her lovely!' or 'Today? he met her before!?' It was quite comical watching and sensing the Human reactions but he showed not emotion. His eyes only darted away once, and that was when he sensed something familiar walk through the School Gates. The Irish Fae Demon Witch.

'BING! BING!'
(School bells)

[Utceforp]

Pan'deimos was in a very good mood, he hadn't had good fortune like this since his original release from his seal. He was happy in this new body, by all accounts Jack was an introvert, and less friends meant less time having to act out his part. He was happy at his job, he had simply "convinced" the interviewer his credentials were authentic, and he had gained a position at a private school in the area. It was because of these things that "Jack" actually caught himself sincerely smiling. Not that he didn't smile. He smiled all the time, it was one of his defining features, part of his "identity", from his perspective, but very rarely did the smile reach his eyes. There were a few things he could stand to change, as life isn't perfect, but they were few, and he could list them on one hand. The class he had been delegated to teach was science, which he objected to, as he preferred burning things down to improving and perfecting things. Still, he could bear it. Another thing that was weighing him down was his so far unsuccessful quest to restore his godhood, but that had been a negative thing in his life for a while, and he coped with it, although he had far from given up. As he walked to work, the first time he had done any actual teaching, he looked into a restaurant window, and spotted a young waiter. He stumbled, and for a second he saw the "waiter" jumping through a black portal with a strange scythe strapped to his back. He got back up and frowned, an occurrence that was even rarer than a true smile, and continued walking. The flashbacks were the true reason he wasn't completely jovial, it seemed every time he looked at someone, he would be treated to a tapestry of seemingly random sights and sounds. That wasn't what bothered him, what bothered him was that he felt like he should know what the flashbacks meant, he just couldn't access part of his mind. Shaking his head and returning his grotesque, yellowy smile to his face, Pan'deimos approached the school. Immediately he felt the magical barrier around it. "Sssssomeone hassss been busssy here..." He did a quick burn, nothing the spell couldn't heal in a few seconds, he didn't want to be detected, or waste his strength, and slipped inside the school.

A few hours later, Pan'deimos reclined at his new desk. They had given him an office, another reason he was feeling good. He paused, sniffing the air. There it was again, the strange aura that had attracted him to the school in the first place. When he had first felt it, wandering through Sonnenstein, it had triggered a flashback, this time of a strange man answering a door he had knocked on. It was somewhere between angel and demon, and the magic the aura emanated from was ...chained... somehow, but that was all he knew. Pan'deimos briskly got up from his desk, and decided what he would do. He would find out about this chained-angel-demon-memory-thing-that-seems-to-like-private-schools, and he would get it to reveal it's secrets, in any way possible. Looking forward to a day of fun and torture, Pan'deimos exited his office and entered the hallway, creating a weak invisibility illusion around him. He crawled onto the ceiling, following the magic until he thought he was in the general area of the aura. Stepping down from the ceiling and stroking his beard, another bonus from his acquisition of Mr. Belton's body, he removed the invisibility spell behind some plants. Noticing some students talking, he walked over. He could tell the source of the magic was close, but he couldn't pinpoint it. He spotted some shallow looking girls fawning over another student, and chuckled. This would be fun. He pictured an illusion in his mind, a simple thing, especially when applied to humans as weak-willed as the girls appeared to be. The fawning girls, if the illusion worked, would see a rotting corpse with red eyes, a missing jaw, and horrible rashes in the place of the boy they were "discreetly" looking at. Firing the illusion at their minds, Pan'deimos leaned back on the wall and waited for the chaos.

[Firstaria]

Daniel searched trough the archives of the town, the library (who was strangely destroyed by a mysterious fire) and interrogated everyone he could contact about the fact. After hours of research, a name finally came out: Marina Arkadyevna. Relation to paranormal unknown, but clearly she had something to do with something that happened before and contact with the Vatican; however, she was really young.

" She actually still goes to high school and she's in the Vatican profiling? How is this possible... " He said looking at the file in his hand in the hotel room he took for some days. He let out a breath of disapproval, and then pulled out his wallet. He took a white piece of paper, and traced a strange symbol on it, then he let some of his dark energy on it and pulled it into the transparent part of the wallet, where you usually put the ID card. It was actually a trick he saw in a sci-fi english serie, although there they strongly simplified it: the piece of paper would now give him full access to the school at the eyes of every normal human...which could be helpful to identify also the paranormal ones.

He then exited his room and reached the reception, emptying the remain of his wallet for a month rent of the room. At the surprised look of the owner, he said "Apparently, my visit has become an employment trip. "

[Spetznaz Assault Teams]

Benjamin Silva
The Night Angel

Silva dodged gracefully and swung his hand in an arc. Mid swing, a long gleaming black blade shot out of his hand, extending to three feet long. The Vurdmeister didn't even have enough time to scream as the Ka'kari blade sliced through his magic, then through his head. The man collapsed like a puppet with it's strings cut. He hit the ground, and a moment later so did his head.

The Night Angel bowed to the corpse, as the blade disappeared back into his hand. Silva flicked his wrist, and he once more appeared a normal human. The gleaming second skin disappeared back into himself, and he was clad in jeans and a t-shirt. He sighed and took out a cigarette. He'd long ago realized that part of the Ka'kari's abilities was cleansing all poisons from his body. Nicotine, tar, and the like that came with cigarettes was included. He pulled out a silver lighter and lit up, leaning against a building and watching blood pool on the tarmac. Silva took a drag and blew the smoke out. He sighed and looked up at the night sky.

It was too damn bad, he reflected, that the night was owned by such thugs. He was about to take another drag when a helicopter whirled overhead. Silva looked up.

"This is the USDPD! Cease all use of extra-terran weaponry and lay on the ground! We will use lethal force!" Came the voice from a megaphone above.

"Well shit." Silva said, taking a drag on his cigarette.

"You boys are late!" He called up. "I already killed the dangerous one! Why don't you overpaid cops fly on home!"

"You have ten seconds to comply."

Silva shrugged and mentally called forth the innate abilities the Ka'kari granted him. Silva didn't even shimmer, he just vanished like he wasn't there to begin with. He was sure that these well funded lunatics had some way to stop teleportation, but the Ka'kari did more than just shield him from eyes. It also completely negated his heat signature. The thing that pleased Silva the most though, was that while the USDPD had technology to sense magic, that's how they found the fight, the Ka'kari literally ate magic. He was a spot of non magic in a larger spot of non magic, next to a spot of magic. Silva turned and walked out of the area of the fight, not even bothering to look up at the hopelessly searching helicopter.

[Segmentia]

The headquarters of the United States Department of Paranormal Defense were located in the unassuming location of a run down, mostly abandoned, dock district of the mid-sized city of Fairport. The unused warehouses made for excellent storage locations, and the lack of inhabitants meant that not to many people would be snooping about. But more then that, the underground facilities built by the US government in the 50s and 60s provided the DPD with all the space and secrecy it required. It was from these underground facilities that the DPD managed its networks across the USA, and ensured the nation remained as safe as possible from paranormal threats. The operations never seemed to end, and were in fact increasing in number over the past few years.

One such operation was takiong place now, with several members of the DPD watching it unfold on a screen, showing an uplink from a UAV. It showed a farm-house, somewhere in Kansas. It was the middle of the night there, so the thermal optics had been engaged. Several vehicles surrounded the house at a decent distance. Several armed individuals could be seen spread out as well. The farm house they had under siege was a vampire safe-haven, and the DPD was going to take it out. There weren't enough agents to directly assault the house, so a UAV had been dispatched. A direct missle hit might not kill all of the damned beasts, but it would stun them long enough for the agents on the ground to move in and take them out.

It all heppened in an instant. A hellfire missile was fired at the house, slamming into it and blowing it wide open (It was a rather flismy house). As the bits and pieces still rained down, DPD agents rushed forward, firing at any of the targets that still moved. It took only a few minutes, but the lead agent radioed in that the area was clear and they were begining clean up. By the mourning the house would look like it had been taken out by a gas-line explosion, and the media would report that it had been abandoned, so there was no loss of life. All in all, a good operation. The people watching stood and left, going back to their stations.

Two of them continued on further into the facility, only speaking when they entered an elevator.

"Its not enough you know. No matter what we do, paranormal attacks are increasing. People are starting to talk about letting Alma out of her cage for a bit. With a heavy guard of course." The older of them men said first.

"Thats insane. And out of the question. Do people forget that she damn near wiped the entire DPD out by herself? And we only stoped her by a very lucky break?" The other asked in dibelief.

"You don't need to tell me that, but a few people have been thinking that if we let her out to releave her anger in small interavals, she would be more willing to cooperate with us. And she seems to have made some sort of connection with one of the new agenst we brought in recently. Doctor Cole, I think her name is. Shes reported seeing a young girl in a red dress almost everywhere she goes. Guess Alma is projected herself past the containment." The first speaker said while shaking his head.

"The best paranormal containment procedures and equipment we can develop and it just stops her from actually escapeing. Amazing. Hopefully she can't harm anyone. The last thing we need is another North Point." The second man finnsihed the conversation as the elevator came to a halt.

"See you later John." The older man said as John Lloyd exited the elevator. There weren't to many people on this floor, it being one of the lower ones, housing the office of the Commander of Field Operations, that being John Lloyd at the moment, as well as several other less important offices. Directly beneath them was what most people called the 'Alma Ward' housing the containment equipment, and Alma herself. No one got onto that floor with out clearence, and most people who could go there didn't. There was always a feeling of fear, anger, and many other bad emotions on that floor, and indeed the one above it, all the emotions Alma projected.

Lloyd walked to his office, feeling as though something was watching him, as usual. As he entered, he quickly read another field report, something about some paranormal killing a few others then escapeing after it had been ordered to put down its weapons. John sighed. Some one his agents were acting like police officers, when they were not. They were a 'shoot first' type of organization. He would have to put out another memo reminding people of this. He sat down and prepared to respond to several letters, a few from US senators, some from other nations.

As he replied to the letters, he couldn't help but actually think about the idea of letting Alma out of her cage for short amounts of time. It had merit, sure, but was extreamly risky. There was no way to control her, and once she was actually out, Lloyd doubted they could ever be able to get her back in containment. But it wasn't his decision, he wasn't the director. And he had othe things to worry about. Paranormal attacks had been increasing steadily over the past few years, and the DPD was barley manageing to keep up. They would need to think of ways to increase their effectiveness, and soon. There were many options, from recruiting paranormals, to a massive increase of DPD agents. Some even suggested creating another being like Alma, but with out the murderous side-effects. All were being heavily considered. Lloyd didn't know where he stood on the issue. All had their pros and cons.

But now was not the time to think about this. He sent a message to a team of his best agents to invesigate the paranormal who had escaped. The last thing he needed was a particularly clever paranormal running around.

[Protectorate of Sechyvasia]

Marina simply inhaled alittle heavy and clearing her head regarded Lucion before saying,
"I'm just going to help you today because its your first time here, don't get any ideas bub."

Her tone was alittle flat and before Lucion could reply she turned and began to walk towards the school doors. Students all around them hearing the school bells began to go through, at first a trickle then a wave as students gossiping about their summers made their way to their class rooms. It was a barely contained chaotic affair and Marina pulled her school bag in front of her to rummage through the highly organized contents. She stopped though when she saw the book with silver wiring and golden edged pages. 'Where have I seen that before?' she pondered and briefly looked up for a moment so she didn't run into a slow moving group of jocks. A few cat calls went her way but she ignored them and as she turned her head back down she stopped.

"Where?...." The book was gone! She checked her watch, ten minutes till classes start, good, bad to be late on the first day. Literature and Grammer books were also present in her bag, check and everything she needed.

[Imperialisium]

Lucion's face would have looked like someone who had been stung at Marina's words. She had such a delicious character about her he thought and made to follow her, however something had caught his sense, a burst of magical energy at him. He did a motion of twisting his wrist that wound the magic around and in another direction. But to all likes and purposes it looked like he was pulling some of his black hair behind his left ear.
'So, someone else wants to play today...who are you my curious fellow.' Thought Lucion as he followed Marina. Quickly catching up with her as she made a brief pause and said, "Where what? Have you lost something?" Although in truth he knew what it was, he could tell when something of his was close or was close.
"We have our first classes together Marina, what do you think about that? I hear this is a great school." said Lucion. He loved acting like this, it melted away the fact he could wrend the souls from them in a snap of his fingers. Or is it the Lucion of his past coming back to the surface after so long? He made sure his face was beaming at her, giving the impression of warm conversation when in reality he was checking her for magical taint. Satisified when he found out there was none to be had be concentrated on where Cailleach was positioned relative to himself.
'Hmpf not the mostl likely candidate for that magical burst Cailleach....no no you are way in the wrong direction to where that came from?'

[Firstaria]

Daniel arrived at the school when the lessons were about to start. He didn't lose time going around and directed himself to the principal office: being this an high school a civilian adult was not a strange sight, although he looked a bit like 16 (his document said 21).

Arriving at the office, he didn't give the guy enough time to talk, saying " Sorry if I'm late, principal, but there was a little traffic in the street, so I've come as soon as I could...ops! " He was waving various things in his hands during this scene, including his wallet. He tripped a little on purpose in order to make the wallet fall on the desk open, revealing the magic card. In this way he didn't need to make a cover story, his wallet would do it for him. A tested tactic.

" Oh, yes, you are the new janitor! We were about to call someone else, we believed you got stuck in another station for today. " The principal said looking at the wallet, then giving it back. Daniel was surprised for a moment...then smiled: A teacher was a way too invasive cover, hard to pull out why you were always in the corridor, with the key of every room or eavesdropping students; but for a janitor that access was strangely given more easily.

He talked a little and then went to the closet to take his new clothes. Best part of this cover was that all he needed to do was pulling out of scene someone tomorrow at the station, and he could easily start to walk around to search for Marina already... " Oh wait, I have universal locker key too! Fantastic job, my new little favorite trick!!! " He said to himself, smiling even more noticing the little key with the many others he had.

[Nature-Spirits]

Cailleach sighed in relief when the bell rang not long after she arrived - Aine had been right. Tightening her shields, the Witch put on a smile and began walking.
A girl hit her with her elbow, knocking a bunch of books out of her skinny arms. "Hey! What's your problem! Don't go knocking books out of my hands for no reason!" exclaimed the girl.
"Technically you bumped into me, making it your fault that your books fell," Cailleach pointed out.
"You calling me a liar?! Apologise!"
"No," replied Cailleach.
"What'd you just say?" asked the girl incredulously.
"I said no," repeated the Witch, and she walked away, leaving the blonde standing, dumbfounded, staring at Cailleach with books at her feet.

---

Aine got to her feet, telling the spoon in a Faerie language to stop stirring, and hauled the cauldron off the table to the counter, the magical fire extinguishing itself. She ladled the healing draught into black jars, labelled them, placed them in the pantry, dropped the cauldron in the sink, brought her mortar and pestle to the counter, wiped off her boline to prepare it for storage, and sat down again, closing her eyes.
Which was when she felt... something. Or a glimmer of something, really. A frown creased the youthful yet aeons-old Witch's face. Magic was converging in Sonnenstein. But that wasn't the strangest part. No, the strangest part was that the magic carried along on the supernatural winds felt familiar, even though she was sure that she'd never felt them before.

[New Roman Empire]

John Brackmen
Vampire/Lycan hybrid


OOC: Use Google translator to see what is said in French. I won’t translate it. Find out it is annoying to some people.

John had just waked up. It was 8 Pm in Paris, France. The Police chief called, “Nous avons eu un problème, nous avons trouvé une autre jeune fille morte dans le parc. Nous avons besoin de vous pour nous y rencontrer dès que possible. Elle est morte de la même manière. Il était un peu dans le cou et le sang ne reste. Nous, devons trouver ce tueur de venir ici. "Dit le chef de la police.

"Ah oui, je suis sur mon chemin. Je suis arrivé sur les lieux du crime. J'espère être en mesure de trouver ce dois je suivre le tueur dans la rue." a déclaré John comme il a raccroché le téléphone et s'est habillé. John était un Américain, mais il a déménagé à la france quand il était de 4. Par conséquent, il est très familier avec l'anglais et le français, ses parents vivaient dans le sud de Paris. Il est à seulement 15 minutes.

"J'ai trouvé deux choses, une seule goutte de sang sur cette entendra d'écorce. " A déclaré John comme il a couper l'écorce de l'arbre et mettre dans un sac. "En outre, ces morceaux d'écorce cassée m'amène à croire que les rapports sexuels. Dire au médecin examinateur pour vérifier cela. En outre, elle aurait été été druged. Personne ne ferait cela dans le parc au milieu de la nuit. En public." a déclaré John.

"We had a problem, we found another dead girl in the park. We need you to meet us there as soon as possible. She died in the same way. It was a bit in the neck and the blood does not remain. We must find this killer to come here. "Said the chief of police.

]"Ah yes, I am on my way. I arrived at the scene of the crime. I hope to be able to find this do I need to follow the killer." said John as he hung up the phone and got dressed. John was an American, but he moved to france when he was 4. Therefore, he is very familiar with English and the French, his parents were living in the south Paris. It is only 15 minutes.

[spoiler=Translation for Patragraph three]I found two things, a single drop of blood on this will hear of bark. " Said John as he cut the tree bark and put in a bag. In addition, these pieces of bark broken leads me to believe the sexual intercourse. Tell the doctor examiner to check for this. In addition, she would have been been druged. Nobody would do this in the park in the middle of the night. In public." said John.[spoiler]

[Videssos]

Šarrum Bêl-Gišur
Narbonne château,
Languedoc,
France


Šarrum watched the horizon calmly, from the ancient battlements of the château. Situated on a mountain, the old place had been a property of his for a number of centuries, having gained an unsavoury reputation of the years; such that the local populace generally tended to stay away from the old castle. He recalled; that during the Albigensian crusade, he had slaughtered many war-malingering crusaders who had invaded this area of southern France during the sudden lust for Cathari blood.

They were indiscriminate. Anyone who did not join them as a "devout Catholic", was to be seen as an enemy that would either be burnt alive or simply slain outright. Shurpu.
Purification by fire. The word was a bitter reminder that fools had taken the legacies and traditions of Ki-En-Gir, the land of the civilised lords, and had twisted them most thoroughly. Then again, that was what time could do.
Šarrum recalled two ancient proverbs. One for the fools who were bloodthirsty and greedy:
The fox could not build his own house, and so he came to the house of his friend as a conqueror.

And the one that was suitable for the Christians; if one thought about it:
The fox, having urinated into the sea, said: 'The depths of the sea are my urine!'

Adjusting his attention once more to the present, he sensed that convergences of power would occur in the near future. His servants maintained the rest of the castle, among other things, so he had little need to do so himself.
For now, he would wait here, watching, his seemingly empty armour grinding into motion once more; when the time was right.

[Utceforp]

Pan'deimos sniffed the air again, the source of the aura was moving, and another magic being had entered the school. His senses weren't what they used to be, but there had been a small surge of magic and something blocking his illusion on the boy, probably he had some small, innate, magical talent. He adjusted his tie and started to move. The magic used to block his illusion... It seemed familiar, like deja vu, or the flashbacks. Pan'deimos closed his eyes, and when he opened them, the world looked different. The school building itself appeared as a dark blue void, indicating it was devoid of magic. The students, who had the tiny sliver of magic inherent in all living things, appeared white, with smudges of purple and cyan. Pan'deimos himself let off a blood red glow, and he could feel the source of the scent he picked up earlier, though it was so powerful it appeared everywhere. He decided to take inside his mind, to try and find whatever was causing the deja vu. To him, him, his mind appeared as a cluster of thoughts, with what was left of Jack shoved into a small corner, giving off fear and confusion. He looked deep into his mind, but flinched. There was something, like a wall, blocking access to something, but he couldn't tell what. Whatever it was, it was impenetrable, so Pan'deimos let it be, for now. He had to move to matters of a more earthly nature, for now, as it was almost time for class.

[Protectorate of Sechyvasia]

Marina walked into the school and always had to look at the reinforced glass dome above the entrance hall. It casted natural light across a 1600 square foot area that led to other halls, classrooms and to the central courtyard were many where eating some breakfest waiting for their respective classes to start or just enjoying a free period.

She did a quick double check on her schedule, Literature was B-7 so up the stairs and the seventh room on the left. She did a quick glance back to make sure Lucion was following, which, he was. In fact just a pace behind her to be exact, damn he was quiet. Not even up the stairs were the slap of students feet going up and down was a loud did he hear him ascend up. She turned left and going through a wooden door engraved with a book the yentered a well lit and comfy class room with padded benches and space below the long tables making up desks for the students usage. She quickly clambered to the third row, central column and placing her bag near her feet sat down. After fixing her skirt she opened her books and class began shortly after. Lucion had taken the top row in the same column and qas largely silent while the teacher, Mrs. Halder tought them and the twenty other students about the origin of many central European literatures from the late renaissance to early modern period. Lucion seemed to find it intriguing as his pen seemed to nver stop, he must have had atleast five pages of notes down by the end of class on hour later. She only had two pages and he was highmark for the girls, they would get in trouble for looking the otherway so much. Idiots.

So when second period rolled on by Marina once again gathere her things and walked out, Lucion right behind her and made for their science class tought by some new teacher or whatever. It was on the same floor but in the opposite wing of the building and the fourth room down. As they entered the room they were one of th elast students in the thirty something class, the benches were jammed with yammering teenagers and a few over 18 older students taking the course for extra credits in college. The only benches left where two in the far right in the very back row, it wasn't bad cause they could see over the other students but she never liked being that far away from the board. She didn't have to speak to loudly and as they walked up the shallow steps to the top row she felt a dozen pair of eyes on the back of her head like targets boring into her skull. She took her seat not at the very end, Lucion could have the end seat and be in th esun the entire time. Now they waited for class to start.

[Imperialisium]

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[Nature-Spirits]

Cailleach walked into the Science classroom slowly, scanning around the room briefly. Her gaze stopped on Lucion and Marina. Hm. There was something off about them, she could feel it. And somehow they looked familiar, despite her never having seen them before.
She walked up the aisle, sitting inn a seat not far from Lucion, where she'd get a better feel for his strange energy signature. Damn, he was good at hiding it.
She felt a nudge in the depths of her being, and a voice spoke in her head. Perhaps I could be of some assistance, suggested Malum, and she suppressed a grimace.
What do you want?
Why, my dear, I only wish to help. You see, the truth is, I'm rather bored, and I may want to get on your good side.
Malum, I know what you're up to. You're very manipulative. You only want me to be magically indebted to you.
She felt Malum smile inwardly. Perhaps.
You do realise that since our souls are intertwined that particular Faerie magic won't work, right?
You're bluffing, and you know that I know that you know it. Well, fine then. I shan't lend you my assistance.
Bye, replied the witch coldly, reinforcing the binding spell on Malum. His thoughts vanished from her head, and she sighed, putting her head in her hands.

[Segmentia]

USDPD Headquarters

Blood and guts coated the walls like a fresh layer of paint. Bloody skeletons littered the halls leading to the elivator, and to the main enterance. The stench was overwhelming. John Lloyd slowly made his way down one of the halls, trying his best to step over any piles of guts ob the floor. Still in his dress uniform from a dinner he had been at only minutes ago, he tried his best to keep it clean, and not step on the remains of his troops at the same time. It was terribly difficult. There were several teams trying to clean away the awful mess, most having lost their lunch and dinner when they had arrived. Reaching he elivator and seeing the mess in side, Lloyd decided to take the stairs. Thankfully there was no mess in the stair well, just the few surviving members of the heardquarters staff sitting in the corners trying to hide themselves.

A few minutes later and Lloyd reached the bottom level, the Alma Ward, John opened the stair-well door to a less gruesome sight then the hallways, but still bloody. Sitting in a chair was the older man who was his mentor, Wallace. He looked utterly defeated as John walked over to him.

"Wallace, what the fuck happened? How did she get out?" Lloyd asked in disbelief, his voice also betraying his feeling of utter dispair.

Wallace just shook his head for a few moments. "It was that new egg-head, Cole. Camaras caught her destroying the containment equipment. Looks like Almas influence was more then we expected." Wallace said, sounding very old.

Lloyd couldn't help but feel weak at the kness and sat down in a chair next to Wallace. "This is bad. Really, really bad. We need to get everyone on this, we need to contact the other organizations like us. What, theres the Vatican, I think the Russians are still going strong, probably a few more in Europe are still going. God damnit, what are we going to tell them? They think we managed to kill Alma, well, get rid of her for good anyway."

"If we can't find her soon, and get her back in containment, its not going to be enough." Wallace said in a low tone.

"We did it before, by ourselves. If we can get the guys who have been doing this shit for a lot longer, we have a good chance of getting her back." Lloyd tried to cheer up his friend and mentor.

"We fucked up John. We trusted to much in our tech. We thought her psychic powers had been halted by the containment. But once she was out her psychic signature skyrocketed off our equipment. Shes only been getting stronger while in there." Wallace informed him, gesturing to the containment room. Lloyds hopes were utterly crushed.

"Well, what do we do then?" He asked.

"We do our best to kill the bitch before she wipes us out and has her way with the planet. Either way, we won't be alive long enough to see how this ends. I'm getting to old for this shit." Wallace said. Several minutes passed in silence.

"Well, lets get to work then." Lloyd said and stood up.

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(Will add a bit more from Almas' PoV in a little bit.)

[Nature-Spirits]

Aine yawned as she left the house, its locking spell clicking into place behind her. She walked briskly down the street, smiling at those she passed but not speaking. She wanted to be forgotten as soon as people turned away from her and got on with their days, so she'd placed a glamour on herself that gave her average looks, not so beautiful or tall that people would look at her for too long, but not so ugly or short that people would remember her, and she'd added another touch to the glamour so that it messed with people's heads, slowing their thought processes.
After maybe half an hour of walking she stopped at a seemingly random street corner and walked up to the brick wall of the Chinese restaurant there. "I, Aine, Daughter of the Aos Sí, request entrance in the name of Brighid."
The wall groaned in protest, then rippled as though it were water and a stone had been dropped into it, and a wooden door appeared. She knocked on it three times, then nine times, then five times, and it opened of its own accord, leading to a dark stone stairway leading down into the bowels of the Earth. She stepped forward - and was thrown back by an unseen force. "Please strip your shields and glamours," said a tinny, mechanical voice, and she grimaced, but complied, breaking down her glamour and dropping her shields. She felt very, very vulnerable, but now when she stepped forward she was allowed through the doorway.
Aine descended into the darkness, and the door creaked shut behind her, fading into nonexistence again. She was trapped.
I wonder if I can conjure a small light to guide my way, she thought, and lifted up her hand. "In nomine Mater, in nomine Pater, circulus magica invoco, ignis sacer invoco!" A circle glowed on the ground beneath her feet and a white flame flickered above her hand, and she smiled.
"Please, Aine, dispel your holy fire," said a female voice, and the witch smiled, spotting the end of the stairs and the outline of white chalk on the wall at the bottom not two metres away.
"Very well," she replied, and smothered the flame, trudging down the steps to the wall. She was always a bit apprehensive about this wall, but she knew that she'd be fine, so Aine walked through into a tiny stone room, its floor lined with a mish-mash of Persian rugs and a fat vampiric woman sitting cross-legged in the centre. A red candle topped by a black flame sat before her, and the witch sat before it.
"So, what is it you need, old friend?" asked the Vampire.
Aine sighed. "I've felt a few disturbances lately."
"Oh?" The woman raised an eyebrow.
"And I was hoping that your pyromancy could help me."
"Ah." The Vampire pursed her lips. "I'll do it for a potion that will give me immunity to the sun's rays."
Now Aine raised her eyebrow. "That's it?"
"Well, I want at least one litre. And I want it by next week."
Aine sighed. "Fine." Then she grinned. "I'm surprised that you remembered the loopholes this time."
The Vampire huffed and stared into the dark flame. After a few minutes she said, "I see many Demons. And Angels, too. And... a being. It somehow lies somewhere between the two races, but belongs to neither. It reeks of power. A... a magical contract. A book. Hmm.... Oh, yes! A very chaotic being. Strong magic. And... a military organisation. A girl with much power.... Now there's you, and your daughter. No, not your daughter. Your daughter's literal inner Demon, using her body as a vessel. Ooh, this is interesting. His Holiness Pope Benedict the Sixteenth, presiding over it all, with his priests in the midst. Oh, this is strange." She looked up at Aine. "Good luck, old friend."

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Aine sat in the kitchen back at her house. She felt compelled to make the potion for the Vampire, but she could resist the urge for now. At the moment she simply needed to think.
"I can't tell Cailleach. Malum cannot know of this, and what she knows he will inevitable discover," she decided, and put her head in her hands.

[Imperialisium]

Lucion after sitting down had remained resolute in silence, not due to lack of conversation going on around him. But he was focusing, he knew Cailleach had entered the room without seeing her, he could smell nay taste the darkness inside her, it was tucked away like in a neat box at the moment. However despite their past he liked her more than the other supernaturals he had run in too. She did not always want to kill him or damage his charge.

Furthermore the teacher was late, that bothered him alittle bit more than it should. It shouldn't have but it did, he did not like a schedule to go awry and he had just memorized his own schedule a few moments ago. 'Where are you, you were supposed to be here five minutes ago.' Things were stirring, he had felt it a few days ago far to the south in the Eternal city that he had deep connections with. Benedict XVI had amassed power beyond the previous pope and was doing a good job of cleaning house by th elast rumors Lucion heard. Twenty-four Clergy members being ,'Replaced'.' No, no. Fourteen of those was a Vampire Coven in Bratislava, Two were Werewolves, One a Magician of dabbler qualities and the rest being somewhat adherent in their own ways that brought about the Templars. Yes the Vatican had taken over authority of the Templars, not the Knights Templar of old but they had given them a new name, structure and mission. They so far proved very adept and skilled in dispatching the Vaticans foes in Europe, North Africa and parts of the Middle East.

He pushed those ideas to the side and focused on the present, that needed his immidiate attention. So he turned to Marina while eyeing Cailleach every now and then. Disguising it to not be too apparent to the Humans and speaking very warm in tone and soft in voice.
"Marina, what do you think will be are first lesson today? Are there many friends of yours in this class?"

[Magyn]

The second shadow wolf was bored. He was jumping from rooftop to rooftop on a scouting mission. His task was to locate and count all magical sources in the city. The group of Shadow Wolves were poised to jump onto the roof of a private school as the first shadow Wolf was blasted backwards in an inferno of fur, howls, and the scent of burning flesh. He skidded to a halt just inches from the spot the first wolf died. The third wasn't that lucky. He catapulted forward into the force field and the flaming body of the third Shadow Wolf, unfortunately, landed on a wooden section of the school roof which burst into flames. Ignoring the chaos around him, the second wolf searched the school for magic. He counted four strong magical presences, most of them using a weak magical masking spell. "I have to get back to Kat" He thought.

[Magyn]

Kat Stonefur was having a really bad day. She started off fine and sent a group of Shadow Wolves on a scouting mission but shortly after had half of the supplies dumped in a lake. Then the traitor tried to kill her. She took the traitors head off but still was in a bad mood. When a wolf came it connected a telekinesis line with her and before she said anything it said, "I have found the animal goddess." "Where?!? She shouted excitedly. A paranormal defense organization captured her in her ghost state and imprisoned her. She is trying to get here. I can feel her desperation from here. He said. I will keep a telekinesis line open until I find her and then release her from her current state. Goodbye, for now she said and disappeared. It took four minutes and thirty six seconds for Kat to get to the Russian compound a mile south of Noril'sk and left all the exterior guards dead and pinned to metal walls with throwing knives, all the blood flowing out of their heads making a small hole in the snow. It then took her five more minutes getting to the containment and observation chambers which unfortunately, had a self destruct button in it. the door slammed open with a deafening crash as she quickly sliced off the security guards head with her only knife that wasn't a throwing knife, spun around and threw the knife into the scientist who was watching The Goddess's stomach. He wasn't quite dead and right before he died, pressed the self destruct button. As the count down started on a dial, Kat broke the bullet proof glass as fast as she could and started to mutter the one transformation spell she knew. As the Goddess flickered slowly closer, she activated the necklace that bound her to the Goddess which started to glow. Slowly, she began to change. Her body gained life, Her hair darkened and she became taller. "Thank you Kat. We should be getting out of here" and with a blinding flash of light Kat returned to the outskirts of the town, the exact same place she stood before Kat left to find the Goddess. "Mistress!" The second wolf in command of the scouting party burst through a bush. "Four large magic sources have been found!"

[Magyn]

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[Segmentia]

Somehwere in Germany

Freedom. It was something Alma had never really experienced before. She had always been a slave. A slave of her father for his twisted experiments, a slave for the corporations trying to control her. The DPD had never used her as a slave. They simply tried to contain her, to stop her from hurting others. Had they just let her be, she wouldn't have hurt people. Probably. But that was beside the point. She was free now. That fool, Cole, had been easy to influence, and escaping from the DPD had been more then easy. She knew it was but a breif respite from them though. Even she admired their tenacity and will. They knew what she could do to them, yet they would pursue her until the end of time. She intended to make the most of her free-time though. She had reformed her body, no longer a small girl. She was now a pretty teenager, she had tried to form herself into a body of a seventeen year old. She could have made herself extreamly beautiful, but that would draw far too much attention to her. She didn't really like that much attention.

Why had she come to Germany? She could have gone anywhere in the world in little more then an instant. She had come to Germany, and more specifically to this particualr school in Germany because even in the DPD containment cell, she had felt the power the place had drawn to it. And she was curious. That was why she was not sitting in the schools office, 'fixing't the mind of the principle. Obviously there was no paper work for her, so the only way to get into the school was to alter the minds of those involved in the process. Easy enough for Alma.

She did quite understand why she was doing this in the first place, the DPD would descend upon her, and possibly the others, in but a short amount of time, bringing with them the full might of their technological arsenal, and possibly even the might of the other paranormal fighting organizations of the world. That would be pretty fun, as Alma had no intentions of being captred again by anyone.

After a few minutes of waiting, everything was set up, and she was now 'enrolled' in the school. She could now begin her hunt and observation for the other beings she had sensed, and they could no doubt sense her. Another minute later and Alma was out in the hall, making her way to her first class. This would certainly be a new experiance for her. She wondered how many people would die this time.