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@Deos Morran Good luck bro. I take pride in my Inquisitors. Especially Cunningham, who is just a bastard.

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@13org Legs primarily, but general ability to move and respond to stimuli. Think of it as a simulated spinal injury - whatever is scariest to her. The attack will have two stages of effect - a major, severe effect, until she's out of his 'range' or his concentration is seriously disrupted, and then more minor effects like stiffness of limbs, pain, loss of coordination, until an hour or two have passed. Fortunately, Adrion-Outta-Nowhere is going to stun him enough to break the major effects, and allow the party to escape.

Although Aura's gotta fuck him up a bit first.

Btw, any Inquisitor is more than capable of using attacks like this on entire groups of people at once. The main reason Cunningham hasn't is because the Heavens' Eyes are so far under orders to bring the team in alive and mostly functional. That is, at some point, going to change.

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@13org Nope. I should have been more clear, but the sparks and the sound are more like effects of the attack than the attack itself, or any symbol of its reach. The Inquisitor is more than capable of physical attacks using sound and the sparks, especially given the type of amulet he's currently using, but the psychic attack is best thought of as psychic in every facet of its nature. In actuality, a psychic attack can miss just as much as a physical one, but that is dependent on how strong the mind of the victim is, against how strong the mind of the attacker is. Right now, nobody in the party can truly withstand the influence of Inquisitor Cunningham, but a Dryad or a Dragonkin can endure it a few moments longer.

In actual fact, I plan to have 13900's character, Adrion, all but sacrifice himself to save you guys. It'll be a heroic and badass was for him to go out, and it ties up his loose end quite nicely. Otherwise we just have some poor guy standing on a rooftop with no conclusion. I hope everyone's ok with that?

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@13org It's not a physical attack. He's attacking her mind, to simulate a crippling wound. For example, it's the kind of magic that will make a person believe they've lost their legs, or been blinded. Although a physical attack works too - the mental attacks can come later, once Kat has weakened herself with anger.

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Yeah, I left it ambiguous as to whether she's been hit or not just in case Org doesn't end up consenting to the artful powergaming of the Inquisitors.

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Also, I feel it only fair to pre-inform you that there is a second level of Inquisitor that has yet to officially exist, in universe. Cunningham is likely to become the first one, eventually, and it's going to be horrifically bad news for us.

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The Inquisitor stopped a moment, and narrowed his eyes at Ekaterine.

"Psychopath. A barrier to The Sight, but only a small one - especially considering the simplicity of your own fears. For one who seeks knowledge, you truly know nothing. If you learn nothing else, you should at least learn what it is to be crippled." He snarled, before striking with the talisman through an empty patch of air, with a noise that sounded like sheet metal tearing, and a bright shower of sheer white sparks, appearing from the talisman as if from nowhere.

Meanwhile, Daniel was seconds away from opening fire on the Enforcers, having driven the bolt of his carbine rifle forwards, and caught the first one in his sights. Gently, he squeezed the trigger, and smiled grimly as the first man fell with a scream and a shower of red, the side of his neck torn by a bullet. As he lay on the dock, his whimpering fading as blood drained from his body, the second enforcer looked around in panic for cover, finding none. She too caught a bullet, this time in the head, putting her solidly down on the ground.

The third enforcer, however, was not so easily cowed, opening fire with his service shotgun, pumping and firing in steady cadence. Daniel was forced back into cover as the enforcer and his one remaining partner made their advance, and he looked desperately around for something to surprise them with - all the while, painfully conscious of the fact that neither he nor his newfound companions were even remotely equipped to take on an Inquisitor, let alone Cunningham. Generally speaking, it took magic to fight magic, and they-

- they only had a Dryad, and a Dragonkin.

Aura was their best shot, and if not her then Ariah. Of the two, a Dryad is more spectrally magical - in that the nature of the magic that turns a girl into a Dryad is not physical, but metaphysical. If anyone were to be resistant to anything that Cunningham could throw at them, it would be her.

Now he just needed to tell them. Or hope that one of them knew already.

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Working on the Inquisitor's response to Ekaterine. I need to know if you guys are cool with him and other similarly empowered characters engaging in a degree of powergaming, to make the threat they present more real. Specifically, he's about to inflict a simulation of a crippling wound on Ekaterine, to provoke her fears.

EDIT: Posted, leaving it open for now.

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James was not in the middle of anything when the text came. No, far from it, he had been waiting for some sign that his fate had been decided, by his car, parked by the green space in a gated, western immigrant community reminiscent of one of the nicer London boroughs - though that was hardly saying much. It was, notably, not his immigrant community. He needed somewhere he could blend in - where his White British ethnicity and stark blue eyes wouldn't make him stand out too much - but James was all too aware of the fact that his actual community would be the first place that the Family would be looking for their Kagaku-sha, a criminal known to be inexperienced in the physical and tactical element of the underworld.

James was smart enough to know not to go home, at least. Knowing that, he'd brought his most important possessions with him when he'd sabotaged the manafacturing plant. A case of basic medical supplies, some food and water, a knife and a gun - which had, ironically, been a present from the very same criminals he'd just screwed over - with a couple of magazines' worth of ammunition, and of course, his smartphone. The one he had always been very, very careful not to tip his employers off about, lest they try to track it or bug it.

Now, as the rain pelted down in the city, he looked again at that very same phone, and grimaced at the sight of his name on the board.

Erasure.

Not that he really knew anything about it, but he'd always heard that it was a very, very unpleasant way to die. Or... be removed. He couldn't even recall fully if it involved real death, or just something else. Nobody knew but the erasers, unless by some strange twist of fate they themselves did not truly know how they did whatever they did.

He looked at the address - or rather, the coordinates, next. He wasn't sure exactly where that was, but he could find it without much trouble.

James pulled open the driver side door of his car, and got in, plugging the coordinates into the GPS app of his phone and making a mental list of priorities as he did.

• Priority number 1 - Establish contact with whoever the fuck has decided to help you.
• Priority number 2 - Identify and avoid the enemy.
• Priority number 3 - At any and all costs, find your way back to England.

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We all good, amigos?