Mage - The Spiral [IC]

[Fanog]

industrial area off of the M6
London, England
October 2002, around 9 PM

Almost as soon as Taylor has changed his course, the door of the dark building opens. Two men in security jackets come out, taking a moment to take stock of the situation.

Taylor is strafing and dodging to avoid any bullets, but there aren't any. Instead, Taylor notices little bolts of orange light hitting the ground next to his feet, several times. While running, he takes a look behind him. The man is still in pursuit and gaining fast. The man is quite fast for his bulk, almost extraordinarily so.

When Taylor is only several feet away from the wire fence, he feels a jolt of pain racking his left leg. The limb cramps up and the speed of his run causes Taylor to drop to the ground, rolling over and crashing into the metal wiring of the fence. Desperate for a way out, Taylor spots a hole in the fence, probably where a dog or other animal wormed its way through.

Somewhere off, he hears the sounds of a heavy motorcycle...

OoC: Taylor
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Ty's home, city centre
Cambridge, England
October 2002, late evening

The man smiles as he puts the cup back on the table. "Very good... An open mind, but not gullible."

"It has no practical application, because you were not really involved... As with everything in quantum physics, the observer is very important. You must know that you cannot seperate the experiment from the person conducting it, in a sense. If you want to change the way things work, you do not really have to change the theory - as the book tries to do. All you have to do is change the way you look at it."

The man looks triumphantly, as if he has just reached the punch line of his story.

OoC: Ty
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Leo's home
Denver, Colorado
Saturday Noon, October 2002

"Huh, okay. I'll keep an eye on him, you leave that up to me. This guy isn't going to mess around with you as long as I'm here. Not like what he did yesterday, son of a -"

Ten minutes pass with Gus pacing around the room restlessly. He doesn't really know what to expect, or how he'll react once he faces the man who was responsible for Leo's dive. Probably because of that, Gus doesn't rush to the door when the bell rings at noon, exactly. He settles himself in the door opening of the living room, ready to meet the man.

Leo walks up to the front door and opens it. Outside stands the old man from yesterday, dressed in a simple suit and a black raincoat.

OoC: Leo

 

[loxmyth]

The Vault
Boston, Massachussets
October 2002, around 10 AM

Jason pushed back until his back was against the wall, and then wordlessly slid down to sit on the ground. It was damp and unhygenic, but he didnt' really care right at this moment. And he'd suffered worse indignities in his life than a few stains on the seats of his pants, regardless. His mind was racing with all that was happening, and with the memories of yesterday. Of the giant whose skin was flame and whose eyes were smouldering embers. Of his drawings, and how they would sometimes seem to take on a life of their own. Of the small asian man before him.

"So... tell me about the entities," he muttered, covering his head with his hands. "Help me to understand what the heck's been happening to me, because I was there, and I remember, but I have no clue what's going on."

 

[Byrons_Ghost]

Silently cursing his twisted leg, Taylor worms his way through the hole in the fence. In addition to escape, his hope is that the wire mesh might help block against the taser, or whatever weapon "Mark" is using against him.

Getting back up as quickly as possible, he heads for a shadowed patch on the sidewalk in the direction of the motorcycle sound, his mind racing.

Don't really want to involve someone else in this, but I don't think I have a choice. The motorbike may get me out of here. Or at least the presence of a witness might give these men pause. Though they are American, so it's difficult to say...

Funny thing about that leg, though... usually I don't have any problems with exercise at all...

 

[Keia]

Leo's home
Denver, Colorado
Saturday Noon, October 2002

For the moment, Leo didn't know what to say. . . Should I invite him in, should I ask if the name he gave me was his real name, should I ask what he wants? Finally, his mother's early training on proper etiquette and respecting elders took hold. His mother had taught him many things before she passed on while Leo was in his early teens.

"Please come in . . . can I take your coat and/or get you something to drink?" Leo asked. How did he know where I lived, I didn't give him directions . . . I suppose he could have found out - I think I'm listed.

 

[kuroshidaku]

Ty's home, city centre
Cambridge, England
October 2002, late evening

"So the observer is important, but it is useless because I am not involved. Are you saying I need to become part of the wave? Just how do I do that?"

 

[Fanog]

The Vault
Boston, Massachussets
October 2002, around 10 AM

The man approaches Jason, now gently. "Yes, I will... I helped you remember. You have an extraordinary gift and it will greatly help you in time. For now, I will guide you. You do not have to worry."

The man offers Jason a hand to help him get up. "Please, come. I am afraid that this environment is not very pleasent for conversation, and for taking in new ideas. I think we had better go outside, it is much better there. Take a moment to collect your thoughts, and regain your calm. I will explain all to you..."

OoC: Taylor
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industrial area off of the M6
London, England
October 2002, around 9 PM

The man stops behind the fence, the red light from his eye piece targeted at Taylor. He shoots his weapons several times. The orange pulses don't penetrate the wire fence, instead dissipating along the mesh.

As Taylor gets up and limps away, the sound of someone pulling at the fence makes him look back. He see the man gripping the fence, trying in vain to rip the wire apart. He walks on as fast as he can, trying to put distance between himself and his attacker. Further up the road, he sees the motorcycle round the corner, now driving in his direction. Driving the heavy vehicle is a rather short man, his short white hair dancing in the wind.

Not a coincidence, is the first thing that pops in Taylor's mind.

OoC: Taylor
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Leo's home
Denver, Colorado
Saturday Noon, October 2002

The man waits politely until he is let in. "Thank you very much." He lets Leo take off his coat, but declines the offer for something to drink.

The man follows where Leo leads him, curiously looking about himself and taking in the mood of the apartment. He seems a little surprised at seeing Gus, but quickly composes himself. "Ah... Hello, good afternoon to you."

OoC: Leo
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Ty's home, city centre
Cambridge, England
October 2002, late evening

"You might call it that." The man seems quite content with the the way the conversation has shaped up.

"The true 'trick' is to be able to be near enough to exert influence, while being far enough away to not observe... you have probably guessed that ths has nothing to do with distance... Everyone has learned to observe, as an automatism. It is so common that you do not even realize that you have a choice. You will have to learn to stop being an observer. Then you will be able to see the true value of your theories."

"You will probably ask how you will be able to do this. I will help you with this. In the meantime, you will have to construct your own theory on what will be possible, once you are no longer observing."

He seems to ponder for a moment, then speaks again. "what do you think of all this, does it not sound unbelievable to you?"

OoC: Ty

 

[Keia]

Leo's home
Denver, Colorado
Saturday Noon, October 2002

Noticing the reaction that the man had to Gus, Leo introduced the two, "Sir, this is Augustus Turball - a close family friend, and Gus this is . . . hmmm, sir, was the name you used last evening before the game your name?"

 

[Byrons_Ghost]

Hugging a wall and limping toward the motorbike, Taylor breathes a sigh of relief and mutters a quick thank you to- someone. Whomever has it coming, really. Waiting until the last possible moment, he steps out and tries to flag down the motorist.

 

[kuroshidaku]

"Speaking scientifically, I'd say this whole thing is pretty implausable. However, I would be willing to look into it further. What harm can it do?" Ty replies with a smile.

"Stop being an observer, hey. I'd say that would take a bit of effort."

 

[Mickerus]

Charles glances briefly at the man then heads towards the bar and orders a beer, which he drinks from briefly. He then walks over to the table and seats himself uninvited, and while looking away asks "Mr. Masuda, I presume?"