Realistic or Modern The Secret World: Chaos and Conspiracy

[AlexNos]

Room thirteen was perfectly symmetrical. Two beds, two lamps, two nightstands, two sinks, almost two of everything, each one a mirror of itself.


Merlyn hated it.


He understood the concept of order, but trying to enforce was merely people deluding themselves into thinking they could control the Universe. Which was impossible, though the Illuminati and Templars believed otherwise. Whether you were one man or a gigantic organization, no one can control the Universe. It's just too vast and unknowable. Another reason Merlyn didn't like the other organizations. Do not misunderstand, he liked a few people in them. One such person was the Gunslinger. Yes, they were on separate sides of a conflict. But Merlyn still had an extraordinary amount of respect for the man. Very few people would choose to prolong their life so that they might continue fighting, battling death. Most prolonged their life simply to hide from Death. That was cowardly. The Gunslinger... was not.


He popped his neck and stood, reaching out his hand. His trench coat flew into it and he slid it on before going over to the window and peeking out the blinds. There, he saw him. The Frenchman. How can being cyborg, prolonging your natural life-span, bring you closer to god? Wouldn't being a cyborg make you god-like, and therefore make it hearsay?


Merlyn shook his head and stepped out the door, snapping his fingers to turn off the lights behind him. He had never met the Cyborg, but he had heard some stories. The Templars had done a fine job, yes. But, in doing so, they attempted to imitate the god they worship? Wasn't that a sin in their culture or religion or something? He sighed and began walking towards the front office before suddenly stopping, right in the middle of the parking lot (in full view of rooms six and seven,) and staring up at the sky.


A flock of birds, flying overhead. No, not a flock. So many that the noise was like that of a thunderstorm. All of them fleeing from... something. It was over as fast as it had begun, but it still left a bad feeling in the pit of Merlyn's stomach. Rats were always the first to flee a sinking ship. The same could be said for most other animals. On a hunch, Merlyn opened his senses and looked around, carefully turning in a slow circle, making sure not to miss a single detail.


He sighed and closed his eyes, rubbing the bridge of his nose. It was as he had feared. The animals were gone. All of them.


But, before he could dwell on this discovery any longer, he was blown backwards, off his feet, flying through the air a good ten feet, before landing on his back and whacking his head against the asphalt, successfully dazing him. As he tried to focus his eyes, the most primal part of his mind quickly registered what had happened. He had been attacked by an unseen combatant. No... not a combatant. It was something else. Something much more powerful...


Merlyn focused his eyes as he sat up and looked around. There it was, going along as if nothing had happened. A thin layer of magic laid about the whole town. Thin enough to where he hadn't seen it before. It was spread out, like a net, covering nearly everything. As he followed it to the source, he found one of the focal points being the diner across the street. Actually, to be more exact, the people inside the diner across the street. Merlyn reached out and grabbed a handful of the magical net, pulling on it. It made his hand go numb and so he instantly dropped it. He knew what it was though. He had had to use it many times before. A selective amnesia spell. But this... this covered the whole town. He doubted even the most powerful Mages in the world could do that.


This was bad. This was very, very, bad.

 

[ShyEra]

A simple wave was given towards Jackson as she parted, and Sasha immediately let a wave of coldness wash over her for a few seconds. It almost bothered her to act out this part. However, it would not have to last for much longer, she'd hope. Perhaps the delivery was here by now ... Before Sasha could leave her position, a suspicious looking man came along. That. Is a huge cross. Despite this, Sasha did not identify the man as a Templar, but perhaps as one of those far-too-religious nuts that sometimes walked the borders of the country. That put people on crosses and burnt them. It made her feel extremely uncomfortable, but she kept up the facade.


"I'm incredibly sorry sir, but we have run out of rooms for the next few days. Remember that it is important to book in advance." Whilst this was in fact not true, Sasha could not imagine why the stranger would have that information. Unless he was secretly the boss or something, which was highly unlikely ... she'd hoped. An apologetic nod was given towards the man. I need to secure the delivery - if it arrived. This receptionist-cover was taking more of her energy than she had hoped for, and she wanted out of it as quickly as possible.

 

[AroundZaWarudo]

Blackwater frowned. "That is a shame, truly." He hefted the cross again and bowed slightly. "Au revoir, mademoiselle." He turned and began to walk away, whistling the French national anthem. He left just in time to see Merlyn fly back. "Oof. Zat looked painful." He sighed and put the cross down.


"Monsieur, are you alright?" He asked, walking over slowly. "Do you require assistance?" he asked, extending his hand.


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Sid turned and snarled at Jackson. "Listen, I'll call you princess till you prove you aint." he said, before turning back to Kurt. "We should head out as soon as possible. Like, now, preferably." He drew his pistols and spun them. "So, shoot our way out, stop the others from following? Or sneak out?"

 

[Jedi Sentinel]

Kurt rolled his eyes at Sid's comment towards Jackson. Sooner or later he was going to step on the wrong tail, but that was a matter for another time.


"I agree, we should probably get out of here as soon as we can. We'll sneak out when we get the chance, we can't risk causing a fight until we're at least a good while out of town. That being said, If they fire first I won't hold it against you if you make a point to defend yourselves." He waved the notion off a bit, it was unlikely that either of the other compacts were dumb enough to start a fight in town either, his only real worry on that front was Sid deciding to go after that wizard.


"pack up anything we'll need. We'll head out as soon as the coast is clear."

 

[haydenly16]

Jackson snarled visibly at Sid. This guy was really pissing her off. She was about to lose it and, though he might put up a good fight, Jackson was confident that she would come out of top of that fight. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself as Kurt spoke. So we're getting the hell out of here. Thank God. She stood from her sitting position and absentmindedly touched her 1911 on her hip when he said defending yourself. She checked her other hip and boot for her knives and reached for the weapon case. Her 1911 had never failed her, but she also hadn't given it the chance and she sure as hell wasn't going to give it the chance today. "Let's just get the hell out of here as quickly as we can. I don't like being sacrificed for funsies." She said, her lip snarling as she said the last word.

 

[AroundZaWarudo]

Sid holstered his pistols. "We wait for Kurt's go. He's the most qualified to be leader here. You sure ain't, and neither am I." he said to Jackson, walking past her and looking under the beds. "C'mon, they must've sent it." He grabbed a smaller box from under the bed. "Good, good." He opened the box and took the small glass bottles out. He examined each one thoroughly, before putting them on his belt. "Y'all should make sure you bring everything you can."