Poughkeepsie Attacks!!!: Welcome To The CIA

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The Culinary Institute of America, as Flynn so astutely put it, is a former Jesuit seminary. As such it's located more towards the IBM corporate campus than any of the other lcations already under inspection. As such, it's rather more remote than the others; one side of the property is bounded by US Highway 9, and the other side overlooks a steep drop down to the Hudson River. The Highway 9 side is all but hidden from the world thanks to trees galore, most of which are conifers, the rest of which are putting on a stunning display of autumn color.

It's some distance from the highway across campus to the old main building, but it's probably simpler than making the assault from the river side....

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"I could use a nap," says Vulture. "Okay, lay it on me."

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A gentle but firm tap on the noggin, and Vulture collapses. Michael catches him and eases him gently down. "Dream of your freedom... then wake to reality." He aims his aetheric vision at the riverbank, to see if anything's happened down there while he was frittering away perfectly good time on this matter.

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When St. Andrews was built on this spot, ages ago, it was built here for a reason. The CIA's overlook of the Hudson River is one of the more etherically powerful locations in the Poughkeepsie area, and you had better believe the Jesuits were wise to that fact. They left in the end, of course, but the inherent power of the spot still remained- and from the look of things, someone's building a circle down by the river that's meant to draw as many of the local currents as possible up and shunt them all northward to a single spot.

[md_donighal]

Sounds like something that needs to be kiboshed at least as soon as humanly possible. Fortunately, Michael isn't limited by humanly possible speeds. With the briefest of running starts, he takes to the skies and swoops his way there, his gray suit changing to the armor and cape of Divis Mal as he flies.

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There are four men working on this one, more than at any other location other than the Opera House. The Opera House needed three because one of them had just enough talent of his own to tap off a little extra energy to reanimate the dead. This place needs four because the energy doesn't want to cooperate, and because when you are dealing with cranky flows of telluric energy, you need better than inscribed runic circles being marked out on the landscape by two guys with IKEA-style diagrammatic directions on copier paper.

[md_donighal]

It's probably the burst of light overhead that gets their attention first, even before the thunderous awful boom that accompanies it. When they look up, they see the red-haired man in the gold breastplate and red cape hovering above them, obviously giving off the light. "Congratulations," he says, and there's audible fire in his words. "You just invoked something bigger than your heads."*

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The expression in the icon above rather nicely matches that on the faces of the would-be paint-by-numbers sorcerors.

Well, except for the one who starts chanting in bastardized old Palatine German, but he's still pretty close.

[md_donighal]

Let's see how well he chants with a hotfoot, shall we? the Beacon Mal thinks as he fires a brief barrage of dance-monkey-dance flames at the Zauberer's shoes before swooping down to deliver a right cross to the jaw.

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That, as they say, is going to sting. And sting a lot. Few sorcerous chants are improved by the introduction of "AAAAUGH!"; it's something of a physical law. He goes down faster than a two-dollar hooker.

The other three? They're backing away as fast as anybody can who's trying desperately not to blur the lines of power they spent so long drawing.

[md_donighal]

Oh, they don't need to worry about blurring those lines. After all, the lines are starting to give off the first gentle wisps of smoke.

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Computers, it is said, run on magic smoke. This is known because if you open up a computer and the smoke escapes, it no longer works.

Does magic work on magic smoke? They're not going to stick around to find out- these guys are running like scared bunnies instead.

[md_donighal]

He watches them shrieking flee for a few moments, waits long enough to strike a balance between "rendering the lines unusable" and "letting anything get irremediably burnt", then extinguishes the flames and flies off to see if Flynn's all right.

[OOC: Though I think it's Flynn's tag next in that thread, except his mun be unavailable of course.]