Secrets of the Raven | Jacquelyn and Kyle
Kyle was, to say the least, kind of panicking here. Not only was there a goddamn spider monster trying to kill them/spy on them, but Jacquelyn was messing up a roof and starting fires. It seemed as if he'd been relegated to damage control (Although the man who'd slipped off the roof had been helped up by another). He whipped off his coat, and ran toward the first fire, guttering in the heavy rain. He held it above his head, and tossed it over the fire, a momentary burst of steam preceding its total expungement.
"Goddamnit Jack! Wait up!"
He ran toward the next, easily traversing the tiles on the roof. His eyes took in everything, the looseness of each step, the fastest path to his reckless comrade. He saw her glowing brightly, growing stronger and faster. He stamped out another fire with a single step, and snapped his coat like a towel at a third pile of embers. He'd almost certainly have to find a new coat. His nerves were burning. With such an extensive sensory array, the soaking rain couldn't be doing him any favours. But his blood ran hot, and even from this distance, he could feel the heat running off Jackie.
"Stop! You're going to burn the damn place down!"
Jacquelyn meanwhile, was too busy chasing this monster to think about it. She could do whatever she wanted, she knew that. As one of the protagonists, nothing she did really mattered. A piddly little fire? Please. Captain goddamn America blew up buildings and knocked out police on a daily basis, and never got in any deep shit about it. Knowing one was in a story was kind of liberating, in the way that being in pain was relaxing for others. Everything is relative. So was her desire to kill this spy-monster thing, honestly; because she knew that if she didn't, Chekhov's gunman was going to fucking snipe her down the line of the narrative.
"Get back here, you little chitinous weasel!"
She saw the bleeding creature leap over a particularly large gap. She was losing it! Jacquelyn knelt on the tiles, and jumped; a pillar of Radiance propelling her through the air. Unfortunately, without Kyle's particularly sharp senses, she overcompensated for how far the monster was. Her flailing body sailed straight over the cryptid, and slammed into the awning of a neighbouring building, falling numerous metres to the cold stones below. She wouldn't be getting up from that any time soon. Kyle dropped into the alley with her just a few seconds later, having also lost the creature; and looked down at her with... Mild concern. She was a lot tougher than she looked.
"Oh Jesus, Jack. You alright?"
"Maybe. Just help me up, would ya?"
Respite | Julyan
A fireball went soaring through the sky, and the sight of a single approving nod struck through the damp and freezing air. Julyan planted his hands on the sigil. The first rule of Thaumatology: "The part affects the whole". Even with just a fragment of an object, one could modify the whole thing. And he'd been right to think that the wood strewn around the place would be sympathetic to this door. It glowed brightly, as a disintegrative force coursed through the aura, slamming into the heavy metal gate.
"Alright, take those two automatons down!"
Julyan drew his pistol, walking forward slowly, and firing shots at regular intervals. Seeing that the robots did not go down, he switched tactics. He sprinted toward them, and tried to sweep one's legs out from underneath it. He took an explosive from his pack, a short flat discus-like object; hurling it at the other, exploding in a bright flash of blue light, a focused blast of heat.
