Core City

"Shoot you up?" Nate blinked a couple of times as he looked at the teen beside him. As the gunfire continued to pelt against the barrier's wall, Nate turned around quickly to fire through the gap yet again, this time hitting one of the soldiers in the thigh. He crumbled down onto one knee, clutching at his injured leg. Nate turned back and sighed heavily, then turned his attention to the teen beside him again. He noticed the morphine laying on the ground between the two and remembered what he meant. "Alright," he said, "but I've never given shots before and we have to hurry." He reached down and picked up one of the needles and uncapped it. He studied the boy's arm closely, then lifted it up so he could see the underside of it above the elbow. He injected the needle where he had recalled the doctors giving him shots. "Get a headache when you use your power huh?... I've heard that happens when it requires a lot of mind manipulation... Happens to me sometimes too, though not often." When he was done giving the shot of morphine, he turned his arm back over and smiled widely. "So now, what's this plan?"

"Essentially I can control minds, but even the simplest change of command is hard. Heh, this one time, during my junkie phase, I was hanging at a rave having an acid trip and I accidentally shared the trip with the whole party. Was stuck in a coma for two we-fuh!" He felt the needle pierce the skin, no matter how hard he tried he always felt the needle. "I hate those things....." The Morphine caused a cold feeling all up his arm. Painkillers was a crappy way to live, luckily Axel didn't usually have to use them as he didn't fight much. After letting the morphine take affect he answered. "I'm gonna make the soldiers shit themselves by causing a massive hallucination and then telling their brain to void their bowels. When I pass out give me that shot of adrenaline. Don't worry about where to stick it, just shove that thing through my chest. Its not exactly safe but I'd prefer you guys didn't have to carry me out." Axel closed his eyes and felt for the mind of all the soldiers left on the field.

The soldiers then saw a massive brute of a man, about 9 feet tall, charge towards them from behind, duel wielding rifles that, through the use of pyromancy, were being turned into flamethrowers. This was an extremely complex illusion as it required Axel to get everything right, even the exact feeling of heat if the flames got close. The brute smashed into a soldier and threw him several feet backwards. The rifle released a flame and it flew way to close to the soldiers for their comfort. Then came the real kicker. Every soldier voided their bowels and pissed themselves at once. Each stared at the brute in extreme embarrassment and fear. Most of their fight or flight reflexes chose flight but about five stayed behind and emptied their rifles on the illusion. Seeing that it had no effect they began to run as well.

The illusion dissipated, the Magins had seen nothing and had no clue as to why the soldiers had run, Axel slid over, his eyes still closed. He began to feel his conscientiousness slip.

Nate blinked at the scene in confusion. He really had no idea what was going on. All he could see were the soldiers shivering like babies as they stared up at something before them then, after more rather disturbing scenes, fled off to the other side of the train, far away from whatever it was only they could see.

He watched as the Magin beside him plopped down against the wall, his eyes getting heavier as if with sleep. “This can’t be healthy you know,” he said, in reference to the boy’s apparent habit of getting woozy and slipping into the unconscious, and, from the short amount of time Nate had noticed, reliance on adrenaline shots and morphine. He picked up the adrenaline shot the boy had told him to give him and stuck it into his upper shoulder, rather than the heart because Nate felt that was too much like stabbing somebody. When all the liquid was out of the needle, he sat back on his heels and waited for it to take effect, anxiously glancing around.

He looked up at the Magin that had been creating the wall. “They’ll be back soon when they realize that whatever that was was just an illusion. So we should hurry, right?”

He had a feeling that this wasn’t over yet. Something bigger was coming, and they had to distance themselves from it and the train. Fast.

As Sikes held up the barrier while the two took care of the officials, he smirked over at the illusion boy and what he had done to the attackers. "Well got to say, you've got a talent there, kid." Vanishing the wall he had up, he relaxed abit as he crossed his arms over at the kid. "But try to not kill yourself. It would be a real waste if you die after all the work I did just to save you." Looking back up at where the soilders "used" to be, he made sure that they had all left before stepping forward. "Ok then, let's get the he-" Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of aircraft hovering over head roared in, swooping downward before heading back up, dropping something large from it's rear cargo. Seeing it, Sikes pushes the two kids that helped him back, getting them back along with him as he leeps out of the way as the feet of a massive thing suddenly lands infront of them, sending a shock wave.



The large machine stood towering a good 9 feet as it's three red eyes shinned, "Peacemaker, online. Targeted Magins, located." Lifting it's right arm, it aimed three rockets equiped to it at everyone. "Commence, extermination of threat." Sikes's eyes widen as he yells back. "Run!!" RIght as he yells that, one of the rockets is fired at them. Sikes quickly tries to hold the rocket back with one of his shadowed walls, but as it made contact, it simply broke his wall, sending him back as he slammed his back against the broken down train. Sturggling to get back up, he glares at the Mech, "This is going to be harder then expected..."

Allen gasped when he saw the machine.

It stood like a tumor, a giant among common rubble. "That's a government machine," He said, stating the obvious. Angora couldn't be bothered to dignify it with a response. "No one else in the city has the authority to make something like that. I wonder how it's powered. Nuclear? No, that's ancient technology. Powerful, but ancient."

He paused, leaning into the window. His nose was almost flat against the glass, which automatically displays information on the weather and humidity. What runs it? Human? Or automated? That gives room for errors, any Magin who can control machines can wipe it out. Perhaps it can be overwritten by a remote panel then?"

Allen was breathless with excitement. He loved technology, and he's never seen anything like this, not in textbooks, not in Laxton's sketches. Belatedly, he realized why it was there. His breath caught. Goodness, so big a machine to wipe out a few Magins? Were they really such a threat? A few little kids? More importantly, what was it's melting point?

The machine reared, then fired. The sensors on Allen's window read his eye movements, and magnified the direction he was looking at. Missiles shot at a lone kid - the same one who had started hijacking the train earlier. The kid fended them off, making a shield out of some black substance Allen presumed to be solidified darkness. It worked, but the boy was thrown backwards. The missile shrapnels exploded in all directions and fell downwards. It was raining iron and fire on the road, stricking a passerby who had been staring at the fight.

The dark blue shade the window use to mark biological components faded. Dead in 53 milliseconds.
More screaming. Allen made his decision then.

He put Angora down, pushing her towards her basket. She yowled, offended, because usually Allen took the time to tuck her into bed like a prized baby. Allen was already tapping on his window. "Route towards track no.45, 2nd tier."

Words started pouring onto the glass. "Scenic?"
"No, hell no."

The routes were stained red on the glass. It blurred out the areas he shouldn't be concerned with, ending with a huge red zone above the hijacked train's track. [RESTRICTED ZONE] was stamped on it, in the same forbidding shade of red as the towering robot. It was a first tier train track, used only when transporting government officials and trespassing was criminal. But at least Allen knew it's melting point, 1800 degrees Celsius. Made out of a combination of synthesized hard Uranium, either variation #125 or #128.

Before he could convince himself to be sane, Allen was already out of his window, his neighbour's window already sculpting itself to form a ladder.

Anemone was glad that the other soldiers hadn't heard the dead soldier's shouts. She wasn't a creature that liked to kill, but the world was based on 'killed or be killed'. Especially with the Magins & the humans hating her kind. If she needed to survive or not be discovered, like she had a moment ago, she needed to kill. The true side of her was of a rather sweet girl who loved to love & be loved. She wasn't a monster.

The pretty young thing was glad that she could finally relax for the time being, but that state of mind was soon washed away. She shifted her rosy gaze up after the sound of an aircraft above her the train. Her expression turned into a shocked one as she stared at the machine that dropped down with a thud & a shock wave. The bridge proved to be weak compared to the hello the mechanical monster had sent, so it rumbled slightly. In turn, she lost her balance & fell on her bottom with a gasp of surprise. She barely had time to recover when the thing sent rockets--one of them heading her way.

Anemone's instinct quickly took over & forced her to get up & run to one end of the bridge, the one she'd entered from in the first place. She stumbled as she did so & almost lost grip of the gun she'd been trying to hold onto. It caused her to pause as she proceeded regain her hold on it but as soon as she did, she ran as fast as she could out of the bridge. She barely made it out & when she did, she lost balance again & fell near a part of the train itself. She was lucky that the debris hadn't landed on her. She sighed with relief at that & then her eyes looked at the gun she continued to clutch onto. She wondered if it would help her at all with the predicament she'd inserted herself into. How she wanted to return to the outside walls of Core City at the moment...

Feeling her breath begin to quicken, Ellie sincerely wished that she had gotten more exercise in the past few days. The train was quite far away from the end of the track that she had started from, and judging by the commotion she needed to get there quickly. Should she use her powers...? She pushed the thought out of her head almost immediately. She really didn't want to mess with the bridge, and she still didn't trust her mind to stay focused for long enough to let her fly. So, she carried on with her light jog.

She was still a good few meters away from the train when she noticed a few soldiers... eugh. And scattering. Perhaps her help wasn't needed after all. She slowed down to a walk, still panting lightly, and was about to consider just staying out of the way when an aircraft dropped a huge mech onto the bridge. She yelped and pinwheeled backwards, knocked unsteady by the shockwave the thing made when it landed. She could already hear the screams of some of the Magins around the train, even before it started firing the missiles.

She screamed as a missile hurtled toward her. She still didn't trust her powers but she had to save herself somehow. "The missile will stop right where it is!" she thought quickly, holding her tensed hands out to defend herself in case Chaos-the name she gave to the fickle nature of her powers- had other ideas. Fortunately, her command was specific enough, and the missile began to hover in place, just a meter away from her. She breathed a sigh of relief... until she realized that the explosives were still active. Her throat clenched up and she scrambled away from it as she thought of what to do about it. Her first thought was to send it up into the air where it wouldn't hurt anyone, so Chaos obliged without allowing her another thought, shooting the thing straight upwards. "Shoot," Ellie hissed under her breath, a curse that Chaos interpreted as "detonate," and it obediently followed its orders. Ba-BOOM! Shrapnel was sent flying. Ellie panicked and pushed her hands toward the explosion, thinking, "Contain it!" There was a shimmering around the explosion site and the shrapnel formed itself into some kind of treasure chest, which quickly began to fall. She brought one hand in toward her middle, beckoning the thing on to the bridge as she thought, "Bring the chest on to the bridge, nice and easy... just like that. That's it." The screams from the train and the sound of gunfire broke her concentration, and the chest began to free-fall again, landing with a plink on the head of the mech.

When a state of emergency is declared in an area, nothing works.

If you want to be precise about it, you would say that no electronic equipment will work. And if you want to be honest about it, that meant everything. A government-issued command - /.ROOT - shuts down everything it can reach in the area it chooses to. No elevator will work, most inter-sector doors shut. You're trapped in your own house - sometimes with even the toaster offline- until they decide it's time to evacuate you due to potential danger, or the threat had been exterminated.

This close to the emergency site, residents are locked into their homes. Not much of a problem because it was dark night, and most people probably won't even notice that their doors can't be opened or their TVs are playing previously downloaded material. It wasn't even streaming anymore. Allen knew this. He had religiously read every 'countermeasure for Magins' article he could get his hands on. One of the officials had once mentioned that this was one of it : to keep citizens away from the danger and the danger away from them.

Instead, Allen was climbing. Slowly, but steadily, he made his way up his apartment block. He was on the 16th floor, and the 1st tier track was around the elevation of the 25th. Allen had no idea how he planned to reach the track, except that he had to. Window grills melt down one after another, dripping downwards towards him. When they extended a foot - which was the maximum they could go before becoming too thin for climbing - metal tendrils snaked towards each other to form ladders and footholds.

A sweat broke on Allen's forehead. He sucked at physical activities. Last place in all school races, the first out in dodgeball. His fingers were like stiff claws. I never knew the outdoor was so cold, he thought. Without thermal insulation, it's like the whole world is freezing over. He gritted his teeth and climbed. One foothold at a time. With grace. Left, right, left, right. Look down and he'll be screaming like a little girl.

Down on the second tier, things were happening. Allen couldn't look, because even without looking down his feet felt like rubber. It was too cold to sweat, or his hands would have lost their grip a long time ago. All he could hear was more screaming - some pedestrian, some maybe the Magins - and explosions. The machine's footsteps were like little earthquakes of their own. If Allen had bothered bringing a Richter Scale with him, they would measure a 4. He concentrated instead with climbing. Then another scream -- much louder, and much nearer.

"Look! Mom! Someone's out there!"

Allen risked a look. A kid was staring at him in the apartment block opposite, wide-eyed. Then a woman pushed him aside and looked out at Allen. She took one look at the way he was hanging onto his neighbour's window and the derailed train downstairs, and immediately ran into the house.

"Honey---" She shouted. "---Authorities! There's one of those--"

Allen didn't bother straining harder to hear more. He grabbed at the make-shift ladder below him, melting in. He yanked a piece free, sculpting it until one end of was sharpened. Allen squeezed it until it turn red hot.

He threw it at the kid's window, hitting the corner instead of the middle as aimed, but it did it's job. The makeshift weapon, still infused with Allen's power, embedded itself into the glass. The window shattered, the pieces closes to the projectile spluttering into boiling liquid glass.

The child started screaming. Droplets of the liquid had sprayed onto his arm, and they burned the way it would if he had stuck his arm down an incinerator chute. Allen took the opportunity to climb on ahead. At least that should keep his parents preoccupied. Allen shut out the child's cries. Better a scarred child than Allen caught. Selfish, but true. Would you rather an unrelated piece of meat disfigured for life than yourself in prison? Allen thought it was logical, rational even.

His train of thought was interrupted by the whirr of a machine starting up. Allen looked up to where the sound came from, and he noticed for the first time that the weather panels had flipped. Fog came, and mist had settled over the train site.

When there's an emergency, nothing will work.
Not even vision.

"What the hell is that!?"

Aiza raised slightly to see over the small edge of the roof. Government... what a way to improve...

So, instead of just using the usual routine of being happy triggers and waiting for more squads for support they were sending the reinforced assault suits for absolute annihilation, aka big armored robots. It was the first time Aiza saw one finished... no, correction needed. As a scrap collector, or material raiser it was the same, she knew where most of her collected parts ended. It was´t new when you would been took "in vigilance" just to be sure that you weren´t taking anything dangerous away from the government, last time Aiza had the bad luck of being taken she also was able to see how they were adding a remote gravity controller with an infusion of plasma in it, apparently it was to had better control of the missiles.

Taking more air than she needed the girl let the bag full of pieces fall while she moved her now free hand to her back searching for the other blade gun, it was a simple mechanism attached in both the suit and the gauntlets developed from the anti-gravity system to simulate magnetism in what she wanted, something lighter than her of course, that allowed her to move a hand and had a blade gun in it a moment later.

Now Aiza had the two gun, one in each hand, prepared as she aimed to the head of the battle suit.

"Heat vision, cryo vision, x vision, plasma vision, electric detector, wave synchronizer... I don´t care what they installed in you... losing the head controller will force you to go into manual and that if you have a pilot inside..."

Aiza pressed the trigger several times wishing that one of the shots would actually do something, with a lot of luck maybe she would be able to hit a random missile that was falling over the robot´s head she just hoped one of the Magins below would realize what she was trying to do.

Geting back onto his feet, SIkes quickly forced himself toward the Mech as the others distracted it. It detected him getting closer as it's other arm aimed it's large rifle to fire on him. Dashing sideways, he manages to run from the trailing line of shots as it struggles to aim at him having other's to worry about. As he ran, Sikes came across a piece of the damaged train and leeped onto it to kick himself toward the Mech. As he got closer, he hit against the turning rifle that was aiming at him, latching himself onto it. The mech quickly tried to shake him off as he gropped tightly at the gun. "Your not getting ride of me that easily!" He tells it as he quickly formed the black blade from before and sliced the rifle clean off it's arm. Once he got ride of one of it's weapons, he kicked against it's chest to propel from it, landing back were the others were.

"Well, that's one weapon down. I hope htat piece of junk doesn't have any other tricks up it's sleeve." He mummbles next to the two that were helping out.