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Post by Jayson "Jase" Topher Griffith on Apr 9, 2011 17:18:58 GMT -5
Footsteps pounded down the litter flecked alleyways, the sound of heavy breathing perforating the air in gasping exhalations. Lighter, faster feet flew over the ground with a steady cadence as a thundering herd sounded far too close behind. The front runner moved with a strange sense of effortlessness, muscles propelling him forward without complaint. Still, there was a sense of urgency to his gait despite its controlled motion. Glancing behind him, Jayson cursed under his breath and lengthened his stride by a fraction. His typical dark gray hoodie was tugged up over his head in an effort to hide his features from both his pursuers and from the public in general. While the light sweatshirt was making him a bit hot, he was more regretting the choice of jeans that he typically wore. He had left his rundown apartment early that morning to try and find some information about Zellina's brother.
While wandering around looking for the entrance to Diagon Alley, since he hadn't been paying attention to how he got there the first time, he found himself being followed by some strange cloaked figures a fair distance back. It didn't take long for Jase to figure out that the strangers following him were more than just bizarre people. Of course the blast of colored light that slammed into the brick wall just past his head when he stepped into an Alley left little doubt as to exactly what sort of people they were. A run in with people who possessed magic was really just a matter of time. After rescuing Zellina and keeping her safe from those that hunted her, not to mention his own condition that brought him into that world meant he was in extreme danger. The first person to reveal the magical world to him had stressed the danger he was in by being a muggle. Apparently there were many who believed non-magical folk such as himself did not deserve to even live, let alone learn of the magical world.
So now he ran, pushing his body to keep moving ahead of the occasional colored blasts that nipped at his heels from those that chased him. The cool metal of his gun at his back was reassuring, but Jase was waiting until he was sure he could clip a couple of them before using it. After all, he wasn't even sure it was possible to shoot someone who possessed magic. Turning a corner, Jase found himself colliding with a solid body. Pain flared as his knee slammed into the sidewalk, ripping a half muffled grunt from his throat. "Shit! Sorry." He hissed out after prying his body off the hard cement he had just met rather personally. Senses sharpening as he glanced at the man he had run down, Jase grabbed the other's arm to yank him out of the way as a blast of light slammed into the ground where they had been. "Run!" Jase ordered, pushing at the stranger as he ducked another of those bizarre lights.
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Post by Professor Tristan Shaw on Apr 9, 2011 21:26:04 GMT -5
One such as himself, might have thought walking about Muggle London was a good idea originally. Might have even thought that getting some fresh air was a safe thing to do. What was a muggle going to do to him? He was quite handy with a wand these days after all. He'd grown enough to be quick on his feet with his blood status. Even knowing the dangers that could lurk usually did nothing to steer him away from doing something so natural as taking a walk down the road. Well, that was until he found his jean clad back-end hitting the pavement after someone so rudely bulldozed into him. Although, unlike the other, he had a wand to at least deflect the spell sent at him. Or so he had original planned before his arm was practically ripped out of socket. It only took a glance at the figures behind the man to make his decision. Fleeing it was.
Stumbling to his feet at the others insistence and falling in stride. Running he could do, even in his boots and jeans. Especially with his life obviously on the line. Watching the curses and hexes narrowly miss the two of them Tristan quickly scanned the narrow roadways. Knowing the area he was in put him at a slight ease, if the other man could keep up with him. A series of twists turns and maybe a ladder or two and he was fairly sure that he could at least get them out of the reach of spells. Speaking loud enough that the unknown figure would hear him, "Heck, I don't know whatcha did to get these ones after ya. But if you can follow me quick alright?" Glancing behind them, noting all too easy the group followed them. Really, it wasn't hard to deduce who had their wands pointed at him and what they were aiming for. "Yeah, I reckon it's about time to bail outa here. Turn here."
Allowing the other to turn quickly while he peeked his head back out long enough to send a quick Stupefy spell back out the crowd, making them scatter just long enough that they would have time to dart up to the roof he was aiming for. Pointing to the fire escape ladder, "Up there quickly." Really, he wished they weren't in such a tight space. He'd much had rather have called his broom and flew to safety. There was no way they'd be prepared to keep up with his flying. Then again his current company was probably just a muggle in the wrong place at the wrong time and had no idea what was going on. He, personally, wasn't looking forward to the Legion getting their hands on him. He'd heard all too many stories what happened to "mudbloods" who was caught. He'd much rather avoid that and of course, given his caring nature. He had to return the favor of saving the other man's life. It was highly likely that without the other running into him, he would have fallen into the Legion's hands. Shaking his head before scaling up the ladder, whether the other decided to follow or not.
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Post by Jayson "Jase" Topher Griffith on Apr 10, 2011 13:49:59 GMT -5
Jase swore again under his breath as a spell breezed past his head, grateful the stranger he had crashed into didn't pause to argue. Suspicious eyes spared a glance sideways as the other man fell into step with him, a frown marring Jayson's features at the lack of surprise displayed at the colorful light show. Not that he wanted to deal with some hysterical person freaking out over the revelation that magic was real, but seriously, what were the odds he ran into someone from the magical world when running from others of that same world? Pushing his unease to the back of his mind for the moment, Jase focused on pushing harder, faster until the spells weren't quite so close. Grunting in acknowledgment as the other spoke, Jayson took the turn without hesitation. Distrust aside, he wasn't one to turn down assistance no matter the strange circumstances that lead to it.
That didn't stop him from spinning on his heel, gun drawn the moment the stranger stopped at the corner. Both hands held the firearm steady, drawing a perfect bead upon the other's chest, his eyes locked on his target even as he took in the sight of a wand in the other's hand. Jase's eyes narrowed slightly as his unexpected companion poked his head around the corner and a flash of light erupted from the end of his wand. But rather than seeing that light race toward himself, Jase watched as the spell vanished toward the group chasing them. Dipping the muzzle of the gun toward the ground, but not relaxing his guarded stance, he let his expression reveal his mild surprise. "You are one of them." The dry statement held no emotion, though clearly not referring to the cloaked spell happy mob stalking them. After a moment of studying the other, Jase flicked the safety back on the Glock and tucked it into the waistband of his jeans against his back.
Glancing back over his shoulder, he followed the stranger over to the fire escape. The metal rungs were cold to the touch, a gritty layer of dirt and the beginning of rust crumbled against his skin. "Don't suppose you know who they are." Jase said as they double-timed it up the ladder to the first platform. "Faster." He muttered, heightened senses hearing the now cautious tread of boots approaching the turn they had taken. "Whatever you did made them hesitate, but unless you have some fancy magical trick up your sleeve, we are sitting ducks up here." There was a hint of amusement in his bland American tones, oddly finding himself starting to enjoy the chase now that the odds were a bit less against him. It was only his sharp hearing, focused and strengthened by his condition that allowed him to hear the muttered words that heralded an explosive blast of red light.
"Look out!" He shouted even before the spell left its caster's wand, shoving the other up the stairs even as he half jumped up a few steps himself. The curse impacted where their feet had been, twisted metal groaning as it was severed and sent crashing down in a heap upon the ground. Jase turned his face away as splinters of brick peppered against his body, his eyes whipping around to stare in amazement at the gaping hole in the wall one level below them. "Damn." He breathed out, a bit frozen in place at the sheer power displayed. Anyone would be hard pressed to keep their mind focused on running when witnessing honest to God magic, let alone something so destructive yet awe inspiring. Though Jase already knew personally that not all things magical were so wondrous, his cursed condition robbing him of almost all appreciation for the strange world he now stumbled in.
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Post by Professor Tristan Shaw on Jul 5, 2011 21:34:17 GMT -5
(Terribly sorry for the lateness!)
Heart racing from the sprinting, not to mention the fact that the Legion was on their tails. How in the world had he managed to get himself in this situation again? Oh yes, he'd thought it was a lovely idea to just stroll about London with a price on his head. Perhaps not a knowledgeable one, but practically everyone was in danger these days were they not? With entire cities disappearing from the touch of the darkness spreading across the world. And not just the one he now lived in but the one his father had raised him to know and love. Rolling his eyes at the other man's obvious statement. Really it was as he didn't know he, himself, was a wizard. Amazing. Sarcastic reply was going to have to wait however, as they quite obviously had other things to worry about. Like living, for a thought.
Though he had never been as smart as a Ravenclaw, nor as courageous as a Gryffindor, Tristan had a rather steady head upon his shoulders. On normal circumstances he would have already been gone and away from the threat. His nature instincts to run and survive kicking in. However a much stronger instinct to protect had been instilled in him from childhood. His loyalty to people he cared about. Being of the upbringing that he was and as kind as he was he naturally felt the need to save the muggle man that had gained such attention. Something they would definitely need to discuss once they got out of the danger that they were currently in. But he had a plan forming in his head and hopefully the other wouldn't be terribly stubborn about following his lead.
Hearing the question as they scaled up the side of the building he frowned. Given that he was raised that Muggles should never know of their world, he was rather unsure as to what to tell the man. Honest was usually the best start however. "They're evil." Simple enough statement that didn't really give anything away. Stumbling a bit as he was pushed out of the way of a spell. Panting all the while. "We needa get out of here and you really need to trust me alright?" Given the time, Tristan was sorely glad that he was a good flier. "Go ahead of me. Get up to the roof." Normally he wasn't quite as demanding as he was currently but survival instincts did amazing things to people. Keeping his attention on getting to the top of the building.
"As for a fancy trick? How do you feel about ridin' a broom?" Despite their hazardous predicament he could hardly contain the grin that plastered itself to his face. Really he could only imagine the outlandish look he would have got had he been able to see Jayson. The plan really was simple. Accio his broom, hop on, and head to his parent's old apartment. His safe haven. After that, well he supposed he really didn't care as long as they got away unscathed. Risking a quick glance at the ground he cursed under his breath. It would take no time at all for them to make their way to the roof. Shaking his head he quickly cast the spell to retrieve his broom. Silently praying that it would reach them before the Legion did. Really it was his only hope now wasn't it?
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