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Post by Krakenbox on Mar 9, 2022 23:26:03 GMT -8
Alarms of an incoming threat went off in his mind as he galloped through the Hedge, which barely had enough time to start reaching to the free travel. Gavin took what he could get, and trotted out of a false rockface into the rocks and neon hum of the Strip. He immediately moved to the miniature forest of palm trees meant to divide the main road from the resort pool and afford some sound dampening and privacy, taking in his bearing to note the location was Treasure Island hotel and casino. Apparently the Knight of Webs, or perhaps the Knight of Borders had run a tight ship on Hedge Gates opening up around China Town and providing alternate routes for the merchants of Aftermath.
Either way, he wasn't close but also not impossibly far. Chunhua's garden was a forty minute jaunt by foot and a five minute car ride. With his cell signal finally bouncing off the towers and restoring contact, his phone would immediately start updating with Henley's status. Funnily enough, more than one helicopter was thundering through Sin City's setting sun as they responded to the riot that Gavin had left behind, with more than one siren blaring down the main highway.
Checking his phone as a horse was another thing.
Tanner twitched in whatever comatose nightmare his Changeling soul was trapped in, unable to anchor to the waking world.
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Post by Henley on Mar 10, 2022 16:05:28 GMT -8
When the call had come, Henley's hands were a blur as he worked the phone immediately. Rich as he was, he could move people, and move them he did, greasing palms to get people working. He doubled the hourly rate for a pilot at his aviation center to get his helicopter primed and flown in to his location immediately. He phoned Anthony in, advising him that he was going to go do a high-risk pick-up and asked him to be at the office. Immediately thereafter, he began to work the Wyrd.
Curses were easier, more natural to his Terrible soul, but there was no way to trick the Wyrd. This was a blessing, through and through. Twisting fate with Glamour and Will, Nate blessed the efforts of anyone trying to get Outback and Tanner safely away and secure from their enemies. The ritual took time, but so did moving a helicopter.
Once he was done, the pilot grabbed his helmet and aviators. It was time to do a sundown run. Soon, it was going to rain. He was sure of it. Time to save their world?
Naw.
Time to fuck over his Fae.
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Post by Gavin Graves on Mar 12, 2022 2:11:15 GMT -8
The Hedge had signaled he was no longer alone for the tail end of his jaunt as it rippled the terrible hungry aura in his direction ahead of its travel. Things were about to get more interesting than he had planned for. To stand a chance he was going to need glamour. He saved on the precious resource by using the key for the exit gate: the torn cards from a winning hand of high stakes Blackjack.
He had a good estimation for what was soon to follow. This time it would not conveniently run by him for another target. It was immediately necessary to be out of sight from the gate to force it to expend its energy looking before doing anything else. He had the edge while in the Hedge and he had the opportunity to pick the angle of escape here as well, at least to start. It had to be good. Was it the front streets, the obscured multilevel parkades with plenty of foliage, the nearly empty back streets, the underground water channels that most people had no idea existed? In any case he needed to get to a raised structure where a helicopter could approach from the opposite side of a tall building. He needed to get to the top of either Treasure Island or the Palazzo or a parking structure at around the time of Henley's arrival. Carrying an unconscious man through downtown Las Vegas was bound to attract some attention. So would a horse running with the same on its back. It was a tall order.
Forgetting the dream of the horse, his limbs, gate, and poise all adjusted to the renewed shape of a man shouldering the weight of another. Pulling his phone with his free hand he made a quick check of the incoming message. The message from Miller read, 'Child hunter looking for Tanner.' A foreboding warning to be sure.
"Hi, Bixby, call Henley." The phone paused a moment as it opened a connection with the customary beep of a call beginning through his earpiece; he allowed the phone to slide back into his pocket as it worked. Setting to motion with no time to waste he made his way seeking to put tall objects, difficult terrain, and distance between him and what followed. "Huntsman chasing me. Top of Treasure Island Hotel. I'll make my stand there. Tanner's in a coma." The Beast huffed with the effort and kept his communication to short bursts while moving.
Thinking on his feet, he decided to put societal barriers in the path of the child Huntsman. No children would be allowed in bar area or the casino proper. Slipping in the door leading to those areas he made for the complementary wheelchairs immediately and tossed his coat over the most grievous of Tanner's injuries. It was the best he could do to avoid attracting the wrong attention. Then it would be a straight shot to the elevators to pair up with someone going up to their room, just in case the elevator was wired for card readers with floor lockouts. He wasn't familiar with this particular hotel's setup so he needed to be prepared. Frequently hotels locked out stairwell access going up from the lobby except from the other side. He only needed to get to the other side of that initial security and harvest glamour while coolly enduring all the awkward attention and deflecting with circumstance.
Tanner winced through some element of inner nightmare. "I know mate, we'll get you where it's quiet really soon. It's okay." Flashing a polite smile after a glance at the board, "Oh same floor thanks."
When the elevator started in motion he took the lull in action to position a small piece of bird claw under his tongue for what was likely to come.
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Post by Krakenbox on Mar 13, 2022 12:12:58 GMT -8
Ding.The older Chinese woman narrowed her eyes at the pair as she slipped out into the hotel floor. Stopping the door from closing and preventing his entry onto a floor he had not paid entry for, the wheelchair squeaked quietly as Gavin followed suit, drawing what he could from the other before they parted ways from their elevator adventure. The desk noted Gavin's arrival, offering a wave and asking innocently if he needed any assistance. There was no particular worry about the odd couple — between ample security and the fact that a few years on the Strip lent oneself to a jaded view of humanity. The hurried explanation that Tanner's drinking had gotten the best of him earned a resounding Customer Service chuckle from the employees. When he turned down guidance to his room, Gavin had enough sense to pick up when he was going to be tagged soon enough with a shadow, along with being watched on cameras. Picking up speed, he made it to the fire exit, hairs going up when he didn't know if the one calling out to him was the Huntsman, security, or a concerned guest trying to redirect him from drunkenly setting off an alarm. Hauling an adult on his back up several flights didn't impeded speed as the Contract carried his stamina like a husky on steroids. The thundering rain and rotor blades could be heard outside as he made it to the door and saw the collecting pool of liquid. Likely a helicopter landing on a casino rooftop was pulling much more attention than himself.
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Post by Henley on Mar 13, 2022 15:45:02 GMT -8
Heavy rain thundered down in Las Vegas, a sudden torrential downpour beginning in the area around the Strip. Along with the rain and thunder came the basso woomp-woomp-woomp of a helicopter hovering close to terra firma. As Gavin exited onto the roof, the helicopter pivoted on its axis, hovering about a foot above the massive hotel's roof with its side door open to Gavin. Wearing his pilot's helmet and a pair of mirrored aviators, Nate Henley was sitting in the front seat, one hand on the stick and the other flashing him a thumbs-up.
The free hand waved frantically as he beckoned the Razorhand forward to join him. He reached back and tapped the headset that they would need to effectively hear each other without shouting over the rotors and the howling storm that he had summoned.
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Post by Gavin Graves on Mar 13, 2022 18:11:20 GMT -8
The Razorhand scrambled tirelessly up the stairway moving at his best speed. Swallowing the bit of talon he had prepared in the elevator he fueled it further with glamour to keep the Contract from slowing his pace even momentarily. He was going to need his vicious limbs in peak operating capability for the secured roof door he expected in his path.
Directing more of the distilled dreams into his savage limbs he awakened in himself the Primal Terror from the arid reaches of The Grotto. It answered his call, adding substance and length to his wicked looking limbs.
To him it may as well have been butter yielding to a hot knife. A single swipe rendered the simple deadbolt from its home throwing it and a chunk of the steel door clattering to the ground on the roof as the remainder of the door swung on its hinges to bounce and vibrate loudly from the force applied opening it when it hit the rubber stopper mounted on the wall. The weight and sound of the door spoke more to its truth than the feeble resistance it offered to the Beast breaking it open.
The deluge of water was a welcome sign. Spring had arrived with its agent and Gavin's friend. It was a pleasant surprise that he would not have to attempt to hold this vulnerable position from the living nightmare that was assuredly on his heels.
He rushed to get himself into the chopper and provide cover for the Beast in his care.
"Fantastic timing!"
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Post by Krakenbox on Mar 13, 2022 22:25:10 GMT -8
As Gavin turned to haul the door shut, he only had heartbeats to witness the door darken to the small glowing frame of a wisp, ticking a hair to the side as he swung Tanner's weight and used the torque to bend with the blur of a greatsword embedding itself in the frame of the helicopter's deck. The metal clanged with intense power as the force rippled through the skeleton of the vehicle, like a bell had been rung. Sparks in the Beast's vision made him question whether he had just witnessed his Cunning and Henley's Fate fray as a blade was drawn across the seams of magic. The skin was sunken; the mad concert of the Midsummer's Dream and moths tore through the Huntsman's throat as the Title's purpose charged to the forefront. "̵̤̀́͂M̵̘̳̈̐͘I̶͎̓̎S̶̨̨̫̀T̶͈̗͉͑͝Ḙ̷͙̃R̵̯̀͘ ̴͕͌M̶̪̈́̽Ȅ̴͎R̵̨̙͝ͅM̷̠̈A̶̛͚͒̎I̸̦̺̎̃̍D̷̦̂̏̎,̵͇̝͊ ̸̗̮̼̊̂̏
C̴̢͎̫̐̈́̂O̸̘͓̯͋̂͠M̷̥͋̋E̸͙͆̔ ̵̤̦͈͌͠͠D̴͕̞͌͊Ő̴̳͛̎W̸̥̰͂̒N̵̻͗̄̄ ̸̡̯̀͒̚F̸̥̥̳̿̕R̴̢̍̊̚O̶̺͝M̷̞̗̓̓͒ ̶̨͂Ţ̶͆̌Ḩ̴͚̰͋E̴̡̋̐̌Ŗ̴̻̄̉͌Ę̵̘͖́̚!̶͕͇́͆̿"̸̟̆̅
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Post by Henley on Mar 13, 2022 22:48:04 GMT -8
Lost often thought they knew fear. Autumn Courtiers certainly felt that way, their relationship with their Season a constant reminder of what was lurking in the dark shadows for the unwary. But anyone who thought they knew Fear well enough hadn't faced the moment when the concept of a relentless child knight became reality and casually lobbed a sword bigger than her body into the side of your only hope for escape and called for you.
"Holy shit --"
It was all Henley could do not to shit himself. As he hauled the stick to the right and back started pushing forward momentum to whip the helicopter around to present a fresh side to the tiny monster, Henley shouted.
"Hold on!"
And the helicopter pitched over the edge of the tower, driving toward on a diagonal toward the Strip as gravity worked alongside the motor.
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Post by Krakenbox on Mar 13, 2022 23:05:04 GMT -8
As Henley rotated the chopper, he maintained enough control to not throw Gavin and Tanner from the open door. The Twilit Page's dead weight rolled with drop as Gavin skittered and held for balance where gravity temporarily took a vacation, and he watched as the sword dislodged itself and moved at imperceptible speed. A blink and it was gone, or rather, it flung through the cockpit, sending chips of glass and sparks as it spun off along the console and back into the downpour.
Henley's helmet wailed as alarms started to inform him of the damage.
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Post by Gavin Graves on Mar 13, 2022 23:23:20 GMT -8
He had nervously secured the lock on the door when closing it to ease his tension. It wouldn't do much good, but it made him feel better in the case it leapt at them.
The ringing of iron echoed in the Beast's mind. An appointment with death narrowly avoided.
"Get behind the Palazzo!" The other hotel casino was the next nearest hard cover tall enough to break line of sight for a helicopter in the area.
The Razorhand fished through his pouch for another feather to prepare for the worst: he worried he might need wings for the second time in ten minutes.
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Post by Henley on Mar 13, 2022 23:36:38 GMT -8
Damage klaxons wailed as electronic systems and aerodynamics struggled against the massive tear the Huntsman's greatsword had torn across the front. Henley grit his teeth, floating a bit of Glamour for future use even as he continued to push the stick forward and to the right. The chopper worked its way around Treasure Island in a downward corkscrew until finally the vehicle was facing west, toward Spring Valley...
...toward salvation in the form of a kid far too smart for his own good and a stock brokerage blessed by the Wyrd.
The corkscrew motion is hard to track as the helicopter speeds up, but the Huntsman's aim is true. The sword whirls through the air -- but Henley catches it coming out of the corner of his eye and suddenly cants the vehicle upward. The blade whirls inches from the bottom, taking a bit of paint off the stanchions as the chopper pilot deftly evaded a blow that would have put the bird on its last legs.
"WOOOOOO!"
The helicopter suddenly snapped to even with the horizontal plane, heading toward Spring Valley.
"The Bargain's west -- we got this --"
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Post by Gavin Graves on Mar 14, 2022 0:00:03 GMT -8
The Beast's nerves were wracked and the situation still wasn't over. He glanced around the inside of the vehicle looking for leverage points in case the terrifying creature appeared again. Then he looked outside. He could warn Henley when the next attack was in the air and which way to lean to help avoid it. "Got eyes on ..."
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Post by Henley on Mar 14, 2022 0:02:32 GMT -8
"Roger," Henley replied, punching it westward as the helicopter picked up speed. They weren't out of this yet...
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Post by Krakenbox on Mar 14, 2022 0:10:25 GMT -8
As Gavin spoke, squinting in the darkness of the dusk downpour, a glowing flicker winked closer to the helicopter as a new rooftop was invaded. The movement took them by surprise, with the Beast pointing out the anomaly in his heightened state as a sweat-drenched Henley tried to adapt and the blade added another trench, spitting rain through the wrenched metal.
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Post by Gavin Graves on Mar 14, 2022 0:18:04 GMT -8
It took all his concentration to keep track of her movements, "It ported again. Inbound, bank, bank, bank!" The Razorhand was getting used to Henley's movements with the fifty thousand metal and plastic parts flying in increasingly loose formation.
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