Black Rain [Private]

Ripping open the letter Gage scans over it, trying to be quick but having to pace himself due to his inability to read this caligraphy like writing as fast as he likes. After several rereads of lines on the letter he gets the general idea of what its message tries to convey. Thanks to his freindly someone, some one named Yallanthancia who had helped him control the hollows while Terrid managed the teleportation circles. Teleportation circles? Gage looks around the room, kicking the ash on the ground, looking for some kind of sign of the mentioned 'teleportation' circles. Chances were that if they were something that he would have to worry about they would also be on something solid, teleportation being too complicated for it to be just a technique that he uses willy nilly.

As far as he knew the only group that had managed to get a grasp on teleportation at all was the Soul Society and they had an entire research team working on it, the 12th division. What were the chances that this one man was able to solve something that their entire team was unable to? Grabbing the bed he lifts up the chared top of the bed, the bottom of the bed unmarred as the material had kept the flames away. There was nothing of note, a rolled up carpet, a burnt out cardboard box and some half charred papers as bills. Taking a knee Gage flips through the papers everything being your steriotypical bills and records on purchases, only half legible as the fire had taken much of the paper.

Opening the box it is empty save for some balled up tissue papers for a pair of shoes that must have come in the box. Pulling out the rug Gage can only hope that perhaps in his luck that there was something stored in the rug that would give him some kind of clue to what is going on. Rolling out the rug he finds something much more interesting. The rug must have been hand woven, the fibers layed out in a similar manner to a circuit board so that there is a hint to something more to it. Set into its cloth there is two small stones, one at either end of the rug, polished and smooth.

If he had not had any of his powers sealed he would have been able to at least narrow down the effects of the rug and why it is the way it is. He could at least make a decent educated guess on how it would work. The stones had to be some kind of catalist if this was indeed the thing that teleported Terrid about. The rugs circuit layout must have been the actual means of the teleportation so it was safe to assume that this is what he needed. Reaching out Gage touches the red stone with one outstreatched finger, this whole body being jerked forward in a rather painful manner as the rug some how pulled him into a pinhole and spit him out.

It was almost painful, but more closely relatable to that of numbness. Taking one knee he stands up, looking around what was once the room. He had moved, the walls around him being tall and red from the energy barrier that had booted him away in the first place. Pulling out his phone he curses as the signal is next to gone, the barrier apparently too strong to even let the cell signal out.

Putting it away he runs over to the side of the building, taking cover in one of the divits created by a large bay window. It was a good thing too that he had moved there when he did too because when he vanished into the dark of the overhang a flash of movement passed him in a blur of wind and red light. What ever it was it was fast and big. Sticking his head out he caught the tail end of it vanishing behind the