IC [Lucas/Las Vegas]
The destruction was grand, to say the least.
Looking down from his vantage point high on one of the hotel's roofs, Lucas stared down at the burning city. Here he had thought moving away from NYC would keep him away from all the weirdos and weekly alien invasions but no. He didn't know what to make of it, being far enough up that the people below were distant and unrecognizable. The best he could make out was... ninjas? That couldn't be right. He reached out, seizing control of a roosting pigeon and swooping down into the chaos to see what was going on. Through the birds eyes he found basically what he thought he would; good guys fighting bad guys.
He stood up from his crouching position, closing his eyes and reaching out to the birds in the area. This time, he held out no stops. He stretched his powers to their furthest potential, every bird in the city capable of flight coming to him. A seething mass of crows, pigeons, common sparrow and house finch flocked to him, filling the sky above him so thick that the sky darkened. The birds numbered close to one thousand, and they had come to serve their master.
A few dozen birds dropped something in front of him that he had subconsciously sent out for. Bending down, he gripped two wooden poles. They were definitely of good make, capable of surviving abuse and having enough heft to withstand prolonged conflict.
He wasn't a hero, but people were dying. Something had to be done.
He took a deep breath, looking above him at the birds, then below him at the ground. He considered for a brief moment jumping, summoning feathers from the mass of birds to create wings.
He decided to take the elevator.
[Kenneth/New York City]
The escape from the burning building had been chaotic and now the duo of magic users were stunned by the sights around them, but that hadn't stopped the two from continuing to run. It must of been an odd sight, a wolf and a gibbering woman running down the twilight streets of New York City, but considering all the city had been through, it was doubtful to raise too many questions. Eventually they found themselves an isolated back alley, stopping to rest next to a few dumpsters. The wolf growled something, and a moment later Kenneth stood, thankfully still in his robe.
He took his staff back from the sorceress, looking around the alley, then decided it was safe. "What is this place? The air is foul, the stars are dim, and the buildings stretch to the heavens themselves!:
The car ride and subsequent airplane trip were mainly filled with some business discussion between the two partners and eventually Devlen had gone to sleep. They rode on his private supersonic jet, resulting in a transatlantic ride that didn't consume all that much time. Upon arriving in America and clearing customs, the two discussing the plans of the attack while heading to the meeting place, a small industrial warehouse that a proxy company of Scandium had purchased.
Curse the ninja posters!
An equally similar simple message followed. Understood.
So, sitting next to the window of the high rise hotel, Devlen Grimmson looked out at the city of Richmond. The historic city began to slow down, the twilight engulfing its streets as its people rested in their homes.
So it begins.
[Sarah Parker/New York City]
Invisibility certainly wasn't all it was cracked up to be.
By now, the woman had come to grips with the fact that she was in fact invisible. The fact that everyone ignored her presence and the numerous times people flat out ran into her had given that away. When she looked at her reflection in a shop window she found nothing but thin air and a strange straining sensation on her eyes. That was horrifying enough, but she knew she had to stay calm. Just stay calm, think things out. She could get help.
So she ran down the somewhat less busy streets of New York City, eventually happening upon a lone musician strumming on his guitar. Feeling a little ashamed of herself she nicked some quarters out of the hat he had laying down, noticing that he didn't notice. Maybe things around her turned invisible as well? She hurried on, finding herself a payphone and with trembling fingers called home.
After seconds of excruciating silence, the phone picked up. "Hello?"
"John, oh god John." She clenched her hand into a fist to keep from completely falling apart. "Something's... happened."
"Park?" Luz raised an eyebrow. "They're nice places. If you're going to one I'll follow. You remind me of someone, so I'll follow you until I can remember exactly who."
[Prince of Ravens/New York City]
"Well, this is a bloody drag." With a flick of his wrist the feathers ailing the retreating armored soldiers halted and fell to the ground, the birds peeling away to roost on the high buildings all around. "Fifteen minutes of my time, wasted harassing armed soldiers. This isn't funny. At all."