If ya'll could move your PPCs from the thread to the board that would be awesome.

For those who aren't with us I'll shift them over (or get help) this way you can edit them as you need to.

Home was busy.  Much busier than the short time she'd spent in Moscow.  And with her father in the hospital it had been even crazier.  

But now this power she had.  She hadn't even known she'd had it.  But now it existed.  Everyone knew it existed.  Hiding it had been easy - she hadn't known to do it.  And now there were others like her.  But home felt so far away now that she was here again.  

The City was always going.  Her work never ending.  The bikes never stopped coming in.  It was her thing, but this world was so much bigger now.  The first day while she sat in the hospital with her father watching TV she started tapping away at something. 

That something turned into more.  And each day until the day her father came home it became a piece of art in her mind.  The words flowed and the ideas were bright.  Theories were something, practice was another, but she didn't know enough, there was a lot more things to do.  She had all these theories about how the power might be able to strengthen the metals.  But she had no real idea of how that might be possible.  Earth and fire could easily smelt.  And water could squelch, it was all in basic metal working class.  Infusing the elements into the metal.  But she didn't know anything about smelting or metal working beyond the theory. That's what school was for...


Ilesha started looking at schools, and her eyes kept drifting towards Moscow.  The University there was exceptional, the power floated around that place like it was nothing.  And it was prosperous.  She'd never be without work, and a great education.

So she applied to the school in graduate program in whatever mechanical oriented programs that would take her.  Her application essay was the piece of art she'd written while she was in the hospital watching over her father.  She was proud of it.  

Ilesha hit submit and off it went in all it's mechanical glory.  This power could save the world.

Several days after Ilesha sent the application in she received a letter from the CCD.  Her mother looked at her with grim worry but her father was looking at the official seal of the New Consult that had been created to handle the 'magical things.'  He smiled at her and nodded, "Whatever it is, we support your wishes.  If they are hunting you down for your power, we'll hide you.   You'll be the New York City Anne Frank.  If they want you to work for them.  I'm so proud of you."

"I doubt it's anything like that Dad."  She said.  But she tore the letter open and what she read had surprised her.  "They want me to come talk about my essay I wrote in my application."

And that was how Ilesha found herself sitting in the Moscow University Library flipping through chemistry and metallurgy books trying to bone up her expertise on the things she was speaking about before her meeting with the consulate the next day.  

It wasn't a difficult subject but thinking about it in the new perspective was fun.  What she thought was real was now putting a new spin on everything she now knew.

Yun couldn't believe it.  She was still reeling days later from the audacity of the boy that walked out and refused to die.  They'd searched for him, knew he'd be with Vega, but killing him on Vega's property was counterproductive.  

Though Vega was about to have a problem with the boy from his reaction to the weapon.  What little good it had done for her.  He was inconsequential, except he knew who she was, and what she was apart of.  That meant death if she couldn't keep her leash on him.

But the boy had given her much thought.  The Atharim had their fingers everywhere, but she knew that with Vega, but the extensive connections that was something to harness.  A little give and a little take, but that was a hard won endeavor.  But that was why she had people who worked for her.

Yun would play hard ball with the information she had.  There was a boy god on the loose.  Surely that meant something to them.  Specially when he was one of their own.  A little give and a little take, she thought to herself again even as she sent the orders out to contact these Atharim.  Some one would find her on the dark web.  They had to have a means of contact and she'd find it - eventually.

[[ Feel free to jump in location can be anywhere Yun's I didn't specify anything for that reason.  Those that have an invitation to her house are welcome to pop in, and she can be anywhere in her day job.  ]]

Xander was tinkering away on a video-edit when the message arrived. Knowing exactly who it was, he rapidly delivered it to his boss.
“Laurie,” he interrupted her concentration on the screen. Always digging, she never stopped. Message delivered, she bit her bottom lip in that way that meant she was torn. He started to leave when she called out. “Get us flights, would ya Xander? Whatever gets us out first thing.”

A swipe erased all current screens and replaced them with a blank one. The search began. The first keyword was a name supplied by Natalie Grey. The website of a pharmaceutical company soon loaded.

Within 24-hours, she was home.

New wiki entry: Ogier.

Related post: Arrival

It was an odd sensation, that of his arm moving in an arc before him and visually seeing the rendering of its copy n the digital space. His best VR specialist explained the process for the Ascendancy, who operated similar constructs previously, but the metaphysical notion echoed a sense of awe to this day. The idea summoned thoughts of the definition of reality; questions first posed by Plato, later Descartes to no avail. Modern man had yet to reach a consensus. What was reality? Was life a simulation of neural maps controlled by masterminds of the universe? Did it matter?

Nikolai's physical body stood within a sphere that projected the view of their connection with such resolution, he might as well have reached out to confirm its existence. Reality persisted, warped and changed. The floor moved with his steps, allowing for movement. The definition didn't matter after all.

Given the short time frame, the rendering of their digital meeting space was rather simple: the interior of a Buddhist temple. A thatched ceiling was held far above by wooden beams. Warmth gleamed around them with unnatural light. The floor was deep gray stone. No furniture, no décor, no windows. Yet, somehow, the environment was fitting. It reminded him of the Datsan that Wilhelm Ravhid burned to the ground in that first attempt at assassination. Was this Regus aware of his predecessor's failed legacy?

The time approached. Nikolai did not fidget at his suit jacket nor did he tug at his sleeves. He merely waited, hands behind his back, holding a small stream of the powers of the universe within his soul. Darkness wafted at his feet like smoke, as though the wood smoldered with his steps.

A flicker, and the mortal man appeared.

Enter a cute puppy in the middle of the day.  Kids playing in a park in the background.  A loud thump echos through the park followed by another as if something heavy were striding this way.

The cute puppy is scooped up by a massive hand covered in green scales and long thick ugly claws.  A splash of blood and entrails splash across the camera.  Yelling and running and mass panic of the park ensue.

Enter a lone man, dressed in dark leathers, sporting a new technomech cross-bow wearing a necklace of varying size teeth around his neck. Panning back to see the whole see, the creature, large and massive resembling a scaly looking bear with thick armor plating for skin.  The man knocks the bow.  Aims.  The bolt flies through the air and pierces the eye socket of the massive green creature and it collapses to the ground in a heap to the cheers of the crowd around.

Over the cheers Li Tan speaks.  Monsters are real. Magic is real. (Images of Ascendancy's feat play in the background) The world is no longer what you thought it was. Learn from the masters.  Join me in the battle against the darkness that is to come. Defend your life or become one with the power with in.  Classes starting for all levels at The Monkey King's School of the Mystical Arts.

Address and website flash before the scream fades to black at the sound of a massive roar.

National Geographic wanted to send a whole entorage with her and Sierra declined repeatedly.  "I don't need all of you trapsing behind me.  Stay here I'll call if I need you to pick me up."  She had a satelite phone with GPS for that very reason.  Their expense!

So by the time Sierra was alone in the pack lands she could feel the peace of the woods.  The world was right.  There were no two-legs around for miles and miles.  It was bliss.

Never pounced around Sierra's feet, his exuberance was infections.  She sent a image that said she was coming as fast as her legs could carry her, and he returned it with the equivalent of an eye roll.  Kids of any species were always the same.  But it made Sierra happy to have a companion with her.  Out of sight of two-leggers Sierra had taken out her contacts and she felt free - more her self than ever before.  There was something about the lands where wolves roamed free that made her happy.

She reached out into the winds looking for pack.  Images of safe, and home and may I come to you?  Her pack was far away, but she reached out to the locals.  It was custom, but what she found was restlessness.  She sent an image of her and her pup, looking for pack, needing pack.  But more importantly wanting pack.  The images came back the same, strange things afoot.  Wariness.  

Sierra sent out the offer to help.  Which was accepted, with a bit of caution.  But the wolf divulged their location and Sierra told them she'd be there soon.  They'd be there.  But it was a distance yet.  

Sierra slung her deer skin pack over her shoulder and insured her camera was safely around her neck before setting off in the direction of pack.  And now the fun begins she thought to Never who only happily agreed.

After walking out of the cafe Nox used every talent he had to avoid anyone getting a clear shot at him.  If the distraction of his power didn't dissuade them, that would at least keep him alive long enough to disappear.  Nox could only hope the bitch would give up.  At least long enough to disappear completely.  Money was a problem.  He had some saved up and he'd not been spending much living with Dorian, and Dorian had paid him to shepherd Cruz around, but that was over now.  Cruz would have to deal with the Atharim on his own, he was capable.  Nox wasn't going to help Dorian.  Not for the price of his own head, fuck that.

Even the walk home hadn't curbed Nox's anger, he only stewed in it.  And when no one actually tried to kill him, Nox dropped the power and everything tumbled into his head.  How could he be so stupid?  On so many accounts.  Dorian was a fucking traitor - no question about it.  The man was nothing but a selfish prick and Nox should have known.  What kinda man despises his father?  What kinda man joins the police just to spy on them?  And then he turns tail on them because his son is a god?  What was to say he'd not turn on anyone else just to save his boy.  Even the same person who was protecting him.  Fuck that!

Nox didn't know where he'd go.  But he was gone - it didn't matter where.  Nox walked up the drive way and punched in the servants code into the side door and after he pushed the door open it smashed into the wall behind it.  He was angry and it was seeping into his actions.  Nox was grateful the stairs were down close by and he hopped down them three at a time making a loud noise.  There was no question about his temper at the moment.  Dorian better not show his fucking face anytime soon, Nox thought to himself.

The cool basement air was home and there was a sense of nostalgia and loss as he stormed into his room and started thrusting clothes into his duffle bag.