Realistic or Modern Infernal Intervention [Reboot]

St. Jacob kept his cross on hand as the tension rose in the room. He would need a focusing tool if things got out of hand. The living saint scoffed at the child using her family name as if it meant anything to him. Nonetheless his actions were never just his own. He heard the whispers of angels in his ears. ‘Our Lord brought you here not to divide Saint, but to cooperate. Remember, that our Lord’s compassion is unyielding. ‘ St Jacob’s eyes focused back on Amelia. “ Miss Quiton you seem to have misunderstood me... Tell me, what do you see when you look at this group? I see a bunch of children, marred by their own circumstances to be sure, but each deserving of the respect of a child of Shaddai. I also see a team that wouldn’t last a single battle. If this is how they react interesting relative safety how can I trust them with my life on the battlefield!” The Saint jumped out of his seat. “ I’ve buried far too many soliders to play nice with a bunch of amateurs! I’d rather have you hate me for the rest of your lives than bury you.” Divine power was rolling off the Saint in response to his frustration. He had been given his worst nightmare. A bunch of lone wolves and he would have to play the part of the Shepard if they had any hope of survival.

Crowfather
Characters Near: Sylvio Eliasdagood Ayama GumGumChomp St. Boethius CaptainSully
Location: IITF HQ, Ezec's common room

Crowfather shudders as the oppressive weight of Shaddai's power leaves leaves him. He fixes the yawning darkness of his hood on St. Jacob, and is about to chide him when the half-demon speaks for him - and much more amicably than the crow-god had planned to. "The boy is right, Saint. Causing undue distress does next to nothing aside from, as you said, bring animosity. Animosity does not, despite your thoughts on the matter, increase team effectiveness. Now, excuse me."

He turns on his heel, walking back towards his room, claws tapping quietly. He taps one talon on the door, then cracks it open. "Are you in here, Aziza?" He asks. "Are you alright?"

Aziza looks up at him, her eyes glowing gold in the darkness. “Yes… and no.” She says softly. She doesn’t know how to have that discussion with the others, but Crowfather knows full well why a religious man with binding magic has this effect on her. Especially with what the last one used her for.

She looks at the floor, hugging her knees. “Somehow I get the feeling that he doesn’t know… I hope he doesn’t.” She mutters. If he did that knowing her history, she doesn’t know if she’ll be able to work with him.

CHARACTERS: Crowfather LOCATION: Their room ACTIONS: Hiding from Fr. Jacob and the other characters.

It was moments like these that St Jacob took a moment to thank Shaddai for his infinite wisdom and patience. Rather than falling for provocation and attacking him his fledgling teammates made the hard choice, and the correct choice and sought to correct him at the root of his problem: his mind set. St. Jacob had already made up his mind that this lot was a bunch ineffective and inexperienced corpses in the waiting. Yet here they all stood talking to a Saint about doing the right thing. It looked like there was a reason they were all picked for this team after all. Instead of treating them like soliders St Jacob of course knew they would only do their best work if they were accepted as they were and an honest dialogue was opened between the team. The Saint of Slaughter was never one for subtlety and made himself the target of the teams anger so that grievances could be aired safely and the whole team could walk into the battlefield at peace with one another.
St Jacob funneled the power he had been leaking into his cross and broke into a hearty laugh and he tucked it back under his habit.
“ You’re right of course Leo, I just didn’t expect you to be the one to call me out. Well done!” The Saint walked over to Mel and without a hint of his divine power escaping gave his half demon friend a well needed hug.
“ I’m sorry for my behavior Mel. I didn’t mean to hurt you, I will take these much needed words of criticism to heart.” St. Jacob released the boy and picked up the metal he had intended for the boy off the ground.
“ Just so long as everyone is willing to do the same that is. A team without trust and communication is dead in the water.”
Now is was time for St Jacob to mend the damage he had done with his words at Aziza. He had honestly expected a Djinn a thousand years his senior to have thicker skin but then trauma and fear know no boundaries. St. Jacob gently knocked on Aziza’s door and waited for either crow father or Aziza to invite him in.

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“Eyes are useless when the mind is blind. Ps, the heart's a misleading bitch." [/div][div class=info2]Location:: I.I. Base, common area
Interacting:: Ayama CaptainSully SP3CT3R GumGumChomp Sylvio
Items:: brace-flask, phone
Actions:: Meditating the anger out [/div]
[div class=scroll][div class=post] Amelia didn't take kindly how the saint referred to them as children. Some of the others chimed in and gave their opinions on the matter. She watched as the holy man took in what they had to say and laughed it off, like a simple mistake. It pissed her off royally, but she wouldn't undo the actions that brought the tension down. She felt it was absolute hypocrisy, walking in and demonstrating the 'gifts' given by his god, knowing that exactly his opposite was present, and saying he meant no harm. She forced herself to hold her tongue as the saint moved off from the common area. She breathed slowly, seeking control and balance. When she felt calmer, she turned to those still present. "If we're getting back to show-and-tell, I'm a psion practiced in clairsentience. Mostly clairaudience and -voyance." She wasn't going to mention her limited control over the emotions of others, not when she hadn't tested it since her incident.

She moved to the couch and sat with a straight back and palms on her knees. "I'm going to fully recenter myself, but feel free to continue. Just don't touch me during my meditation, if you please," she requested, closing her eyes. It was a simple thing to recenter emotions when one had practiced it for years as she had. She was likely going to need to do this more often than usual. It was nice to have something of her own normalcy to maintain, though, and she took refuge in her calming task. [/div][/div] [/div]

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[div class="accentheader"] tags [/div] [/div] [div class="bodytext"] Rachel was just about ready to fight, but even as the tension was building, everyone continued to talk. She didn't want to be the one to make the first move, just in case his position of saint would protect him. He certainly had the confidence that came along with a privileged position. After the reassurance from Mel, she slowly came away from him, but was clearly still ready to protect him in case Jacob decided to finish the job.

She listened to everyone talking, waiting for someone to make a move. After Leo chewed him out, she was expecting the fight to begin, but... it didn't. Instead, Jacob laughed and half-apologized, half-just-said-it-was-okay. Once he left, she dropped her defensive stance. "Damn, what an asshole. 'Trust and communication,' you could've hurt Mel and you reminded Aziza of trauma. Doesn't exactly make us trust you." she said under her breath, sighing. [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [/div] [class name="root"] --bg: #fefefe; --accent: #b54434; --grey1: #656765; --grey2: #aaaaaa; --grey3: #e8e8e8; --text: #878787; --s1: 45px; --s2: 35px; --s3: 25px; --s4: 1.0em; --s5: 0.9em; --JP: 'Sawarabi Mincho', sans-serif; --EN: 'Work Sans', sans-serif; --LH: 125%; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; margin: 0 auto; padding: 50px 0; background-color: var(--bg); font-size: initial; [/class] [class name="flexcontainer"] flex: 1 0 100%; display: flex; flex-flow: row wrap; justify-content: center; margin-left: -20px; width: 100%; max-width: 840px; [/class] [class name="flexbox"] flex: 1 0 300px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 20px; width: 100%; max-width: 400px; height: 70vh; max-height: 650px; background-color: var(--bg); overflow: hidden; position: relative; [/class] [class name="seikamainL"] box-sizing: border-box; padding: 25px; border: 1px solid var(--grey3); background-color: var(--bg); [/class] [class name="seikaIMG"] display: flex; flex-flow: column-reverse nowrap; width: 100%; max-width: 348px; height: calc(70vh - 52px); max-height: 598px; background: url('') 50% 25%/400px 600px no-repeat; [/class] [class name="JP"] font-size: var(--s1); font-family: var(--JP); font-weight: 500; color: var(--accent); line-height: 100%; [/class] [class name="EN"] font-size: var(--s2); font-family: var(--EN); font-weight: 900; color: var(--grey1); line-height: 100%; [/class] [class name="scrollbox"] padding-right: 18px; width: 100%; max-width: 400px; height: 70vh; max-height: 650px; background-color: var(--bg); overflow-y: auto; [/class] [class name="bodytext"] margin-top: 25px; font-family: var(--EN); font-size: var(--s4); text-align: justify; color: var(--text); line-height: var(--LH); [/class] [class name="indented"] margin-top: 25px; margin-left: 20px; width: calc(100% - 20px); font-family: var(--EN); font-size: var(--s4); text-align: justify; color: var(--text); line-height: var(--LH); [/class] [class name="accentheader"] display: inline-block; font-family: var(--EN); font-size: var(--s4); line-height: (--LH); color: var(--accent); text-transform: uppercase; [/class]

Crowfather
Characters: Eliasdagood St. Boethius
Location: IITF HQ, Crowfather & Aziza's dorm.

The bird deity meets the djinn's eyes with his empty-looking hood. After a moment's pause, he speaks. "Perhaps he does, perhaps he does not. Either way, you must move past your wounds. And, in the mean time, the Saint must learn to be more... considerate." He shakes his head. "I only hope that he will do so quickly."

A knock comes at the door, then. Crowfather lingers for a moment, before turning back and cracking it open an inch. He's greeted, not unexpectedly, by the elderly visage of St. Peter. "Hello," he greets, tone frosty. "May I assume you have come to make amends?"

Aziza sighs as she hears the knock, and gets up, suppressing her emotions expertly. It’s not him. This one has no control, and I am not his to command. She tells herself, going to stand slightly behind and to the left of Crowfather. She manages a thin smile, but for now waits for the priest’s next move.
St. Boethius Stikes

St. Jacob managed the gentlest smile he could when faced with the pagan god and his counterpart. “ You assume correctly Crowfather.” St. Jacob turned his attention to Aziza, “ What I said lacked more tact than I realized and for that I offer my humblest apology.” St. Jacob bowed his head deeply but owned the fact that he said what he did with a purpose. Though the effect was much more damaging than he thought possible.
“ I want to reassure you that it is your protection I seek not control...” The Saint wanted to say more but worried about the effect of poorly chosen words.
“ As strange as it may sound I see you as family. Those who fight together as we will forge a bond not unlike a family. I hope you will allow me the chance to show you I am not the man you fear.”
Eliasdagood Stikes

Aziza sighs. “Thank you. I apologize for my reaction. I have an… unfortunate history with holy men, but I’ll do my best to be more mature about working with you.” She says, relaxing a bit. He can’t control her. She’s safe.

She smiles, offering her hand to him. “I’m sure we’ll figure this relationship out in no time.” He apologized. That’s already better than the other two.

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[div class="accentheader"] tags [/div] Ayama [/div] [div class="bodytext"] Regardless of her personal feelings on the man, they were working together. It wouldn't do well for her to neglect someone on the team that could save her later down the line. After all, if she was dead, it became much less likely that her goal of becoming a household name was going to be achieved. Still not impossible, but less likely. As she reasoned this out in her head, a sourceless announcement filled the room, and Rachel took a deep breath. She grabbed Mel's hand, helping him up. "C'mon, let's go. Don't wanna be late."

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St Jacob smiled at Aziza, “ There’s no need to apologize Aziza. I’ve no doubt given time we will all be as close as family.” Just as he spoke the announcement could be heard and some of the team was already heading out.
“ Let’s meet up in the initiation room. I’ve got to grab a few things before I head out.” With that St Jacob left Crowfather and Aziza and retreated back into his room. He didn’t know what the initiation was going to be, but he wasn’t about to be caught unprepared. The metals he gave everyone would work for protection, though he needed to return Mels in a pouch he could keep on him, St Jacob grabbed a rosary from his effects and wrapped it around his hand. He could use it for 5 low tier spells, one for each decade, 2 medium tier, or one high tier. After the limits were passed it would be purified back to nothingness. His casting focus covered he a pouch of blessed chalk. For anything mid tier and above he needed to prep a magic array to channel Shaddai’s power through. If he didn’t his body wouldn’t be able to withstand the power and be purified along with his target. With all his necessary components for anything he could think of he headed out the door and off the meet the others. As he passed by Mel he made sure to hand off the protection medal in a small pouch so Mel could keep it on him without injuring himself.
CaptainSully Eliasdagood

Finally, Razzo thought as his new team was summoned for initiation. He wasn't excited per se, but the tension in the common room was opressive and he was trying his damnedest to not get involved in the blossoming hostilities. One could only pretend to be trying to fix the TV for so long before people start asking about whether you support the death penalty or... whatever they were talking about. But it was either this or go to prison.

Razzo was next out the door, but not before grazing his horns on the doorframe. "Ow! Dammit, that hurts," he growled. He was seeing stars again, just five minutes after getting launched ten feet by a live wire. Once the amorphous purple shapes cleared from his vision, Razzo could see that the team's living quarters opened up into what looked like a massive indoor mall. Working in a pocket dimension would probably get stifling after a while, so he expected that there would be some on-site entertainment, but nothing like this. There were stores selling everything from fudge to ammunition to voodoo dolls. He even thought he spotted members of the other teams having conversations at the tables. "Talk about work perks," Razzo said, to no one in particular.

Aziza nods to the priest, glad they’re on the same page. She strolls out after Razzo, wondering what test they’ll be put through. Her magic has a wide variety of uses, making her applicable in many situations.

She looks around, grinning. “Nice place.” She notes. She can’t create real people, but the setup is giving her ideas for her own little slice of reality.

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Her meditation was going smoothly and her emotions were in check until she came to a realization. She had had a vision of possible future where Rachel hadn't guarded Mel. At first, she was giddy about it, even squirming on the couch slightly, and then a darker thought came to the forefront: what if this was only the result being around such different aether users at once? Nothing Amelia had tried in restoring her abilities to full had worked - from one end of the spectrum to the other. Would this even improve her situation? So many questions and not enough time to answer them. The announcement came, jolting her from her thoughts. She'd have time later for some contemplation.

Noticing that some of the team was already following the announcement's directions, Amelia stood and started to do the same. On the way out, she arched a brow as the new sights of the Intervention base caught her eyes as Razzo made his comment. Such a thing as 'work perks' hadn't ever occurred to the psion, so it was an intriguing concept. She assumed it had to do with proximity, since it would be a pain to go through the rift portals everytime one of them needed to do some shopping and restocking, though she had no real need for the latter.

Between the vendors and what she supposed was various Intervention agents, she enjoyed seeing the diversity. Humans of all kinds, demon kin, elementals of sorts, even fae and their kin - it was all just so different. She didn't stop walking to the designated area, however. She did slow for a moment, catching sight of what she supposed was a fae woman wearing clothing from another era and the longest silver hair she had seen. "I have got to learn her hair care routine..." Amelia muttered to herself as she resumed her pace. She smiled when she noted Mel had stopped dead in his tracks, struck by awe of their surroundings while still holding Rachel's hand. It was kind of cute, in its own way. While Razzo, Divan, Aziza and the saint had left a few moments before her, they too seemed to be overlooking the area. I'll head on then, she thought. There would be plenty of time to check out everything in detail later, after all.

She continued to follow the signs that led to where the Initiation ceremony would take place and when she seemed to be in the right area, she would wait for the others to arrive before heading in, but she didn't expect the wait to be long. She hummed pleasantly for a few moments while she sent her cousin a text updating him on what she was doing, if only to keep his worry-wort nature in check. She eyed her flasked briefly and decided it best to wait on using the drug within for the time being.

[div class=misc]Location: I.I HQ, Communal Hub

Interacting: SP3CT3R GumGumChomp adrian_ Ayama Eliasdagood St. Boethius ZacksQuest

Items: brace-flask, phone

Actions: Walking to the Initiation Area[/div] [/div][/div]

Crowfather
Characters near: Team Ezec
Location: IITF HQ, Hub Area

As Aziza and St. Jacob leave, Crowfather takes a moment to make sure all the cages are in order, then discorporates. The swarm of two-dozen or so crows swiftly catches up to the group in a flutter of wings, that rapidly resolves into the deity's clicking footsteps. He doesn't pay much attention to his surroundings aside from a cursory glance; he doesn't expect to be using these amenities very frequently.

As the group walks, Crowfather asks, "What exactly do you all expect from this initiation? The Director calls it a ceremony, but I feel that there is more to it than that..." He isn't speaking just from conjecture. He's currently feeling a sensation almost like what a human would describe as the hairs on the back of their neck standing up.

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[div class="accentheader"] tags [/div] Ayama [/div] [div class="bodytext"] "Woah... this place is huge..." she said, stopping in her tracks with Mel. They would practically never have to leave the complex. Rachel did some quick math in her head, and then scrapped it, instead just hoping they had enough time. "Hey, you wanna stop real quick to get some food? Maybe something that doesn't have a line? Just real quick, I promise we won't be late. It'll be my treat." she asked, hoping that he would say yes, mostly just because she didn't want to be the only one to show up with food.

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[div class="accentheader"] tags [/div] Ayama [/div] [div class="bodytext"] "Ah, I'm sure it'll be fine. I doubt they would show us all this and not expect us to at least get something quickly." she reasoned, looking at her immediate surroundings for a candy store. "I'm sure they do, but I think that would take a bit longer to find than we would be allowed." said Rachel, "How about that over there? The caramel apples over there? That sounds good." It seemed like everyone was passing them, but that was fine. Fashionably late, after all. Besides, they wouldn't have any caramel apples, and Mel and her would, so who would be the real winner?

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