[IC] Mystical Things [Modern Fantasy, Character Driven]

[Kafka Komedy]

A pale nephilim sat alone on a bench in the park, sipping on some hot cocoa he got from some crappy local place. He was people watching, it was so interesting here. Angels flying freely, druids messing with the flora, it was so cool. Miami was an interesting place to be sure. Maybe to interesting, in fact... Crime was getting out of hand lately, you pretty much needed a weapon or a spell book if you wanted to be safe. Matt was content with his Runes and MajykMarker™ so he was pretty sure his wallet and life were relatively safe. He decided to take his jacket off, and give his small wings a little air to flap around. He got up, stretched, tied his jacket around his waste, and trashed his now finished cocoa.

[Ubermensch]

The immigrant shifted his eyes for a good hot spot. Concerned of monitoring, he set up his PDA-like smartphone to be anonymous and protected. Bahram has weapons he got from discreet and hidden sources. He decided to make a call to the relative in the US. Once the phone connected, he spoke with a baritone voice in his native language.

"الو؟ اه درود! همه چی خوب؟ چی شده؟ ای گه, الان میام!"

He then moved to near a bench, ready to call a taxi or wait for a bus. He had difficulty with English, but managed to learn some in the Sharif University of Technology, Iran's equivalent to MIT. Bahram also managed to get money from computer related business, albeit his cash is mainly online in bank/credit accounts. The Iranian decided that waiting for a bus would be more economical, doing his best to keep a low profile.

[twelveobin]

Nemuel jogged laps around the footpath in the park, looping back around every few minutes. His circuit involved leaving the ground at points and flying about fifteen feet above the ground, weaving around trees in a sort of slalom course, then landing on his feet and resuming the jog. He was wearing large noise-canceling headphones with a cord that disappeared into his robe at his chest. From close up, thrashing punk rock could be heard through the cranked-up headphones. He sang along in a muttering way when he was on the ground but he unconsciously got much louder when he was flying and there were only occasional other angels to overhear him. "You always feared us! You thought we never could..." though it was more "Yahh! Fearra! Thoagha! Never caaw!" As he landed each time there was a moment where he had to adjust and bring it down a notch. At one point as he was gliding down to the path he accidentally basically yelled "Brotherhooood!" at a pale nephilim who was minding his own business on a nearby bench. He waved a sort of apologetic don't-mind-me gesture as he passed.

[1Charak2]

Jason grimaced his eyes Shifting slowly across the skyline standing on top of a building was as close as he could get to the treetops of his childhood... but that seemed like a painful eon ago he touched the base of his spine where the rune began. a Tracker... and a experiment by a madman who was long since dead. He sighed the madmans friends were still tracking him so he had to keep moving. "Their he is" a girls voice said from behind the door that had been opened. "for god sake. why does it always have to be you mythril" Jason said annoyed Mythril let out a annoyed snort before stepping out from behind the door "my boss just wants you to come back to him Jason so stop running please ive been followin you all day and i don't want to follow you at night" Jason turned around looking at the Succubus with full sight. he had long since become immune to her manipulative beauty but he still felt bad hitting it. so he just ran or... "hey mythril ill give you 2 secounds to run our i will devour you... and you know i will" He added at the end Mythril shrunk back in shock and while she was doing that Jason lept off the roof...

[Kafka Komedy]

Matt was sitting there, minding his own business, when an angel shouted "Brotherhood!" at him. He knew some gods, and by extension some angels, absolutely abhorred nephilim. Was this "Brotherhood" he shouted some form of call to arms for angels? Was it hate speech? Whatever, he could just ask. Matt got up and, after bumping into a foreigner like an idiot, he jog-ran over to the angel. "Hey, why the heck did you just shout Brotherhood in my face!" he shouted, gesturing a tad bit wildly.

[Ubermensch]

Bahram saw an "otobus" and attempted to prepare himself for entry. He ignored the Americans even though he sensed supernatural. Hopefully they didn't ambush him. Bahram would draw out the Makarov if a mugging will be attempted. But he'd be peaceful if left alone. He really felt an urgent need to get to his relative's house and was ready to call the taxis to pick him up and drop him off quickly. He has heard tales that in America, the pizza delivery is much faster than the police.

A note to himself was made to be careful about the Americans in Florida. It was KNOWN that many nuts live in Florida, unless the ethnic enclaves were around. Bahram was currently in a lion's den and he knew it. There was a reason why weapons were prepared and smuggled in. Bahram also hoped that the day would not go with an incident...

[Daird]

Jeremy popped out of Iron Eddie's Gym, a notorious hangout for supernaturals just off the beach. [i]Think I could still do with a run.[i] He went out and started running towards the local park. An observant onlooker might notice that the wind almost seemed to be pushing him just a little faster than they would expect.

[twelveobin]

Nem saw a gesturing hand in his peripheral vision, near enough that it seemed like something he would have to engage with. He slowed, turned, walked backwards a couple steps as his momentum wound down. He saw the young nephilim he had accidentally yelled at, and pushed his headphones back off one ear. He held a finger up like "one sec" while he dug his other hand into his robe over his upper chest and quickly paused his music. He continued to fiddle with the touch screen, held close to the chest and fairly well concealed, as he spoke, glancing between Matt and the screen.
"Hm? Hey. What's that? Sorry."

[Kafka Komedy]

Matt got the attention of the Angel. Well, partial attention, he was still glancing at his phone but whatever, take what you can get, I guess. "Hey, why did you shout "Brotherhood" at me dude? Is this "Brotherhood" some kinda cult against nephilim or something? Because we're people too, no matter what you worship." Matt said with a frown. He was making some liberal assumptions, but everyone here was kind of a jerk, so whatever. He turned away and started walking backwards on the trail, out of the park. He probably should be going home right now. He walked past what he thought was a human, but the powerful majyks emanating from him made him an obvious Chosen.

[twelveobin]

Nem pursued Matt half-heartedly. If the kid's gonna walk away then he can walk away. But his Head Hound app listed Matt's "likely emotions" as "Fear" and "Insecurity" as well as the obvious "Anger", so he decided to try and clear things up.
"Shit, no, man nothing like, no. I just was listening to...no that's the name of the song, it's about solidarity among gay men. Not that I'm gay! Not that I'm not! I mean, there's nothing wrong with...! My friend got me into this band... It's about solidarity is my point. Not some racial supremacist bullshit. People really come at you like that huh?"

[1Charak2]

Jason Looked down at the floor that was coming towards him... at the secound he rolled Breaking his leg and his arm. he sighed one of the runes side effects was regeneration but it was still painful as bloody hell Jason layed their looking up at the succubus mythril he waved before crawling off. he knew she wouldn't fly because he had injured one of her wings a long long long time ago. it would take her half a hour to get down. Jason curled up into the fetal position as his wounds slowly fixed themselves

[Kafka Komedy]

Matt waited a few seconds before hesitantly responding. "Well, I mean, I get teased a little, but what's happening to other nephilim and stuff is what really gets me pissed." Matt said, not looking directly at Nemuel. "I mean, your people and my people used to be mortal enemies, and some people think that us nephilim are still beings They hate. Of course, no one's directly communicated with a god in awhile, maybe there out look has changed?" Matt said looking up."Sorry I flipped out on you, I just get mad and stuff. Especially about equality stuff. Here, let's start over, I'm Matt, and you are?" Matt said extending his hand toward Nemuel. Suddenly there was a sickening crack and Matt turned around to see a werewolf crumpled in a heap. He was still whimpering softly, and even moved, so he was still alive. "Oh my gods, you alright? Here I can-" Matt stopped in his tracks. What if this guy wasn't trust worthy? "Hey, are you friendly?" Matt inquired while writing a healing rune on his palm "Tell me who you are, and I can heal you. See? Heal." Matt said extending his palm outwards.

[twelveobin]

Nem lost his focus on what Matt was saying right around the point where the falling figure showed up behind the nephilim. Having no useful reaction at all, he was glad to see Matt respond in a pragmatic way. He pulled out his phone and looked through the list of apps. After about thirty seconds he states what is probably very obvious, without looking up from the screen. "I think his arm is broken."

[1Charak2]

Kafka Komedy said
Matt waited a few seconds before hesitantly responding. "Well, I mean, I get teased a little, but what's happening to other nephilim and stuff is what really gets me pissed." Matt said, not looking directly at Nemuel. "I mean, your people and my people used to be mortal enemies, and some people think that us nephilim are still beings They hate. Of course, no one's directly communicated with a god in awhile, maybe there out look has changed?" Matt said looking up."Sorry I flipped out on you, I just get mad and stuff. Especially about equality stuff. Here, let's start over, I'm Matt, and you are?" Matt said extending his hand toward Nemuel. Suddenly there was a sickening crack and Matt turned around to see a werewolf crumpled in a heap. He was still whimpering softly, and even moved, so he was still alive. "Oh my gods, you alright? Here I can-" Matt stopped in his tracks. What if this guy wasn't trust worthy? "Hey, are you friendly?" Matt inquired while writing a healing rune on his palm "Tell me who you are, and I can heal you. See? Heal." Matt said extending his palm outwards.

Rather not" jason said with a grimaced face as he moved out of direct view as he removed his shirt revealing the extremely complicated rune it waz moving and rotating with the time and well it hurt the movement hurt it disappeared when he was a werewolf but always returned... And then those idoits with they healing magic and their code magic. Jesus christ jason yelped as part of his bone was brutally snapped back into place

[twelveobin]

Nem watched the x-ray style image on his phone as the bone set itself. "Never mind," he murmured.

[Kafka Komedy]

Nemuel said something obvious. "No crap, dude! It being bent like that isn't normal!" The man then crawled away revealing an extremely complex and odd rune. Probably black market, all things considered. Then the man yelped and a snapping sound was heard. Nemuel than took back his comment about the arm. "Hey, uh, I think I'm going to go follow that guy. His rune, it's just... Nothing I've ever seen before. I need to study it, and snap some photos. I'll see you around." And with that, Matt grabbed a marker, and drew the invisibility symbol on himself, and began tracking Jason

[Ubermensch]

Bahram was still minding his business. He would interact with the trio close to him, but decided against it as it would pull him into the madness. The "clueless" foreign man tried to leave the row alone and wait for a bus. But seeing that the bus isn't coming quickly, Bahram dialed for a taxi.

After he dialed, he said with a noticeable Iranian accent, "Hello? I need a taxi. Quickly please." He also told of his exact location. If all goes well, the taxi driver will come as fast as a Google search.

[twelveobin]

Nemuel took a quick photo of the rune since he was already pointing his phone camera in that direction and Matt seemed to think it was worth photographing. He waved belatedly at the space where he had seen Matt a moment ago and muttered "no problem".
Over his shoulder he heard an accented voice say "Hello?" so he looked in that direction and made an inquisitive noise at the Iranian, then immediately realized the man was on the phone.

[Ubermensch]

After he was done with his phone call, Bahram muttered in Farsi.

"چه؟"

The Iranian thought he was hearing things. He detected the noise in Nemuel's direction. He spoke in accented English this time around.

"Is someone there?"

[twelveobin]

He turned properly now instead of looking over his shoulder. "Hm? No.I thought you were saying something but you were on the phone." He held his own phone to his ear as he said the last phrase, to clarify in case the man's English was limited.