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											[@The Harbinger of Ferocity][@Prosaic]
											 [color=fff200]Alleyway- Los Angeles- California[/color]


The veteran hero was not put at ease by the Tiger's demeanor.  He had more than one broken rib for letting his guard down around figures that appeared from seemingly nowhere, specially the strange ones.  Telepathic tiger fell under the category of change.  However while he was still cautious he let himself visibly relax, if this Tiger was going to attack perhaps he could lure it into a false sense of having an advantage. Plus with [color=f7941d]Eclater's[/color] seemingly complete ease and lack of worry at the situation did not help his own nerves.  

His eyes tracked [color=f26522]Predator's[/color] smallest movements, with careful attention to the movement of the tigers hind quarters and back legs, if it was going to pounce, [color=0072bc]Faultline[/color] figured that's where he would see the first signs. 

He didn't have to try hard to listen to the beast while he watched it. After all the voice echoed through his head. Its words concerned him. The sentences were simple, straight forwards but they lacked a full sense of... well there was definitely a sense of self but it lacked an identity.  It all made him feel like this creature while intelligent, could more than likely still be controlled by its baser instincts, which meant it could be a danger to everyone in the area. The last statement [i]'You can guess what I do then.'[/i] sealed this thought.

"Alright then 'Tiger', if that's all you want to be called.  Just wondering if you've got somewhere to go. A home or... family." family felt like a better word than owner. "I don't like assuming others actions, guesses can be just that so, what is it you do..."


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												[@Shard]
											[color=fff200]Nello's Home- Los Angeles- California [/color]

Ignacio continued to wander through the seemingly empty home, he had climbed the stairs and walked down the hall before coming to a stop before one of the doors.  There was a pull, a latent presence, something had spent a great deal of time in this room.  He waved his hand before the door and several bright circles of yellow light appeared, crossed with strange and ancient symbols, levitating in the air, his eyes watched it, looking for something that would be a mystery to any other.

With the spell showing nothing seemed to be staying in the room currently he grabbed the knob and pushed it open, viewing what was Nello's bedroom, not that Ignacio had anyway of knowing it. 

[i]'This guy kept something here... raised something? Hmm.. with that summoning... was he trying to add to his 'family'.'[/i]

He turned from the room, continuing down the hall he stopped and looked at a mask hanging in the hallway.  African... no no New Guinea most definitely, a ritual mask. It emanated a minor magic energy, these masks were often a danger if worn so...

He did his job, he reached out, grabbed it and tucked it under his arm, best if no one got a hold of it around here. There were those he trusted to care for it elsewhere. He walked on, calm as always, he couldn't count how many times he'd been in this exact situation.  The door at the end of the hall, a myriad of magics swirled there, perhaps an answer would lie there.  Unknowingly walking towards the Study of Nello's father.

											0-0-0-0- Ping Tom Memorial Park- Chicago- Illinois-0-0-0-0
													[@ZAVAZggg]

The leader of the team gave a simple hand signal that was passed between members as they moved through the wooded park, in a wide semi circle, angled to keep The Man in Black between themselves and the river not to far away.  It didn't matter when he spotted them, he was done for now. 

They opened fire, the rifles firing off in controlled, suppressed semi automatic bursts creating a constant stream of fire at the old man.  The squad of would be assassins were completely confident, completely sure of themselves.

The mans slow, obvious and casual draw of his weapons, screwing on the silencers, they weren't the least bit intimidating.