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Gages sleep is full of nightmares, strung tight with constant running and hiding from some massive beast that rampages through the forest, ripping the bases of the trees out of the ground like weeds. With each step the ground cracks and rumbles, splitting like glass and opening up to massive lakes of lava. Chasing him through the trees it uses its massive four arms to grab and rip up the nearest trees like corn stalks. Diving forward Gage is barely missed by one of the grabbing hands before he feels a gently hand on his shoulder. "Hey buddy, buddy wake up." Gage's eyes flutter open slowly before he spots something nearly touching his face. Rolling his eyes he tries to clear the sleep out of his eyes when he feels the sharp crack something heavy and metal colliding with his eye. Sending his mind spinning he hears some kind of commotion, something about how he is just waking up.
Opening his eyes again Gage feels the warm blood pouring down his temple and eyebrow from where some one had struck him with a gun. What in the world, was he getting robbed? This was turning out to be the crappiest few hours he has ever experienced. What felt like only a few hours ago Gage had unintentionally threatened his boss who had come for his more recent acquisition. A mask of some kind that needed to be delivered to one of his contacts in Naruki. Leaning in the closest man with a pistol in his hands is crouching on top of his bed, waving the barrel about as he talks. "Well hello there. My name is Reavis. I think you have something that I want. You will have to forgive my friend Luck here. Luck is a bit of a heavy handed fellow, he tends to get a bit over zealous with the work." Stepping off the bed he stands up and spins about, his long fur coat flaring out behind him like a cloak. His outfit was a bit dirty, warn from what looks like time spent doing what ever it is that most people avoid, dirty work like robbery and assault.
Luck, a huge man by any possible normal comparisons, is scared all over his face with a strong jaw. Wearing a simple red windbreaker he fit the description that someone would use for some good old fashion 'Russian' muscle. One other figure stands in the room, a purple veil hung over his face to hide it from view. Even it eyes are invisible, shrouded by some kind of black smog so that no part of its face can be seen. Its whole body, covered with purple robes, seems to be human but the lack of visible eyes and lack of other bare skin makes Gage feel uneasy, this was more than a robbery. He was being targeted by those forces that Charilus had warned him about, the nightmares finally coming true.
"Oh I have something that you want? I am mighty sorry about that but I have never been much for group parties though," Gage sits up slightly, trying to get his hand to create a small surge of soul Communication energy but nothing happens. It was as if there were no souls in the area that he could manipulate. "If you wanna get your guys outta here though I am sure I can find something you want. My wallet in on my dresser and I have some cash over there." Gage points over to his desk, talking about a wad of cash that he likes to keep on hand in the bottom drawer. It was a good 1.5 thousand dollars but the payout for this mask was at least five times as much and tax free. Perhaps he was lucky enough for this to be a random group of robbers and they weren't here for his mask. No such luck however, the day has already been set in stone as the worst day in history.
Reavis laughs a little and waves Luck back to give him some room. "We know about your type, your smart and can manipulate things nearby by pulling on their souls but my friend here makes the souls of nearby items go dormant," pointing at the man clad in purple he continues. "So I need something that you took last night. It would be small, a black mask that ties behind the head. If you don't however give it to me though I will put a bullet through your head. I know that a bunch of your kind can spit out bullets but if you even so much as try to activate any powers I will sink four rounds in between your eyes." Gage takes a moment to consider his options. If he hands over the mask it would mean that he may, with heavy emphasis on may, get to live through this. If he holds out then these men may just as well kill him and ransack the apartment rather than spend the time trying to 'convince' him to tell them where the mask is. "So where is the mask?"
Snapping his fingers at his buddy Luck he takes a step sideways. Gage reacts as fast as he could, leaping up in his boxers and throws a punch that would have taken a normal mans head off. Luck was not a normal man though. Catching Gages fist in one massive paw he picks him up by his closed fist and uses his free hand to grab the back of his head. Throwing his own head forward he slams his forehead straight into Gages, the impact so intense that Gage's vision faded to black while he felt something wrap around his body like rope. His vision slowly fades back in, the color coming back to the world.
No flat on his back with his arms crossed, his entire upper body bound from the waist up with a thin rope. Struggling slightly he tries to loosen the bindings but he is both too weak from being struck twice so early in the morning and too tired from something making his actively weaker, sapping his strength as he lays there as if he were losing blood. "So, Gage was it?" Reavis stands over him now, Gages wallet in hand and the mask thrown casually over his shoulder. "I have the mask and..." pulling out the twenty that Gage keeps in his wallet he pockets it and throws that wallet on the ground next to his head.
"Well it seems like you have out lived your usefulness in this conversation. I do believe that Luck here is ready to let off some steam and you seem a bit...ripe for the picking so I'm going to let you guys talk this out." Turning and waving his purple clad friend out the door the depart, leaving Luck with Gage alone in his apartment. "Don't be long Luck. We have work that needs to get done and we are running low on time." Grinning at Gage the massive man cracks his knuckles, doing the same with his neck when he rolls his head from side to side.
"'Ell little comrade, perhaps you and I dance now." Reaching down the big man grabs the ropes wrapped around his chest and picks him from the ground, suspending him with one hand. Beginning to hum he starts to dance around slowly, Gages feet hanging inches off the ground while Luck hums a foreign song of his country. A sudden change in direction makes Gage gasp as Luck lifts him over head and throws his entire body onto his coffee table, cracking it in half and slamming him into the floor.
Coughing Gage gasps for air, the slam onto his back knocking the air out of him. Still gasping the massive hand lifts him back up again, spinning him about like a rag doll as he hums. With a spinning flourish Luck hefts him back up and hurls him like a limp doll at the wall, cracking the bricks on the exterior side of the wall with the impact. Coughing up a mouthful of blood he falls and lands on his side, cracking the glass desk that he uses to make the designs for his equipment. The pain was excruciating. He could already feel two ribs broken and a hairline fracture in his skull from where it bounced off the wall. His ankle felt broken and his should has been dislocated but he was still alive for the moment. His vision swimming Gage only catches the last glimpse of Luck cocking his leg up for a swift kick to his ribs before the sweet embrace of unconsciousness takes him once more. Oh thank god.
Time seems to pass instantly, Gages whole body aching like it was run over by a bus. Turning over he finds himself face to face with Omar, a look of worry and concern on his face. "Gage, are you alright?" Leaning in with a knife he cuts the ropes binding his body loose and helps Gage sit up, Gage wincing when any pressure was put on his right side from where Luck had kicked him. "You sure do look worse for the wear. After I got a call that you had not turned in the mask I had to come out and check on you. I was outside for about ten minuets when I saw all the damage on the sidewall."
Gage tests his shoulder, hoping that the damage is minimal but he is so, so wrong. His shoulder was completely dislocated. The socket loose and his ribs themselves being cracked leaves him with an aching torso.
"Yeah I could be doing a bit better," Gage struggled to his feet," It was this... I dont even know how to say it, some kind of retreival group. There was some guy with a gun and this purple outfit guy that gave me the creeps. I don't know how they did it but he was able to some how, I don't even know how to explain it, he turned off the Souls in the area. I couldn't feel the souls in the area. It was like he just turned off everything near by. Never really knew how much I needed Soul Communication to get by." Omar looks him over, testing his ankle and wincing along with him when something in the bone pops under the movement.
"Well Gage, I am not going to lie to you. You need a doctor and a LOT of time in bed but Charilus needs you to tell him what happened. I am going to make a call and see what I can do about getting you patched up enough to get on your feet. Once your cleaned up we are going to go see him." Omar stands up pulling out his phone and places a call. Stepping away for a moment he talks quietly to who ever is on the phone with, trying to convince them that they need to come to Gage and get him fixed up.
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