Sunday, Dec 12 2054
20:00
It was not raining in Seattle, which for a winter day was rare enough, but there was something else in the air. Flick put down the textbook he had acquired in the U-district Magic Theory: an introductory primer for First Year Arcana Students . (Arcana skill 1). He felt something otherworldly outside the warehouse, calling to him. He went outside and easily climbed to the roof.
There was something out there, to the south. Flick knew that he could not see that astral, but he feared what he would see if he could. Something was calling him from the south, something powerful. He did not realize it, but he had gathered his coat and knives automatically before leaving the base, and he now followed the voice.
Sunday, Dec 12
21:17
Flick stood on a roof, looking down on the expanse of Glow City. He thanked fate again that people never seemed to look up whenever they were searching.
He had wanted to found a magic group to grow in power. He had been told about groups such as this in school when he was training to be a Ranger, but when the mages went to classes on this he was excluded as just an adept, such things were not for him to know. He hungered to know, and thought that he could quickly and easily set his own group up. The more he read on such groups, the more he realized that he needed to be more powerful before attempting such a thing. And the way to power was through gaining a deeper understanding of magic.
There, three figures were wandering around, but Flick knew these three were his target. They each wore a symbol identifying themselves as part of the same gang, and soundlessly Flick set out after them. (3 successes v. 2 successes)
23:47
There had been some tight moments for Flick as the night wore on, and sometimes Flick thought for sure he would be spotted, but he just managed to stay in the shadows enough to avoid detection. The city and the forests Flick were used to were different to sneak around in, with each having their advantages and disadvantages. Still, Flick followed the group for over an hour, and while they met up and left others these three had a clear leadership, with one leader and two followers. They were walking down a long circuit, and had just finished their second loop. they would wait here for 10 minutes before setting out again.
A voice sounded in Flick's head, "There are two ways to sheath a knife." "Showtime," Flick thought, and snuck into position. (3 v. 2)
23:57.34
The three set out, but a knife slid into the back on one of the followers (3 successes on attack, 2 P resisted for total of 11 P) and the body collapsed with a dull thud. The leader looked around, and then pointed right at Flick's position. Flick was monetarily distracted by this unexpected development, but his knife flew true into the second follower (2 net successes, 1P resisted for 11P), dropping him. Flick smiled, this was all too easy.
The smile was wiped off his face when the stream on acid hit him. (force 5 spell, 1 net success, 6P taken 4 resisted, knockdown) Flick fell down with the force of the effect, and screamed as the acid ate away at his exposed flesh. He looked, at the mage, preparing to die, when he from deep down his body speeding up, to speeds faster than he had ever felt before. He felt more powerful, his connection to the world becoming more complete as magic surged through him. The knife flew out of Flick's hand of his own volition, striking true and finishing off the mage who was already hurting from his spell casting (1 net, resist 3 but he had taken 6 in drain so 7 more kills him).
Flick smiled, knowing that he had begun to discover what exactly it meant to be more powerful as an adept.
23:57.40
Monday, Dec 13 3054
00:49
Flick stumbled back into the base, his face bearing some very ugly wound marks. He takes off his mask, and smiles as he waives off concern. He walks into the back room, and you can hear him mutter something about Brother Coyote. (Initiate Level 1- gain PP to use for increased reflexes LvII.
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