Log:Demon Bikers 2

Guilt Complex 2013/08/22 	 Malcolm Vicki Porter Mage

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Champions Mush - Thursday, August 22, 2013, 9:54 PM

Mage changes into his gaudy 'work clothes' and asks, "Is there anything we need to do before we leave. Bathroom breaks?"

As Liam offered to open a portal, Vicki raised a brow. "How close can you get us to their location?" she asks, "I would hate to appear in their living room unprepared." She also reverts to street clothes, with the sapphire crystal moving inside the wristwatch on her left arm.

Considering the information available on Templar and the Furies, Malcolm shrugs at Mage. "I need to take a quick run over to HQ, pick up my headset. I could probably requisition some loaner comms while I'm at it, if you guys need one?" The tall man glances over at Vicki and adds, "I could pick up a motorcycle or two from storage, if we're going to be popping in across town?"

Porter only caught part of things when he stuck his head in, and most of what he did catch is mostly over his head. Not that he'd let a little thing like ignorance stop him from trying to help. Otherwise, he wouldn't be very helpful. "I'm good." He's already in street clothes and already had a bathroom break.

Mage says, "To a location I have never visited? If it was extradimensionally, I wouldn't be able to do it at all. Since we are only aiming for the same planet, I should be able to get us within a few miles. Remember, that exact tattoo is Catharial. They are an order of demons, the broken or Fearful Light of God, they are part of the Thamiel, the duality of God, the duality of that which is perfect only in unity." He grins and adds, "So nothing should go wrong. Everyone here can swim, right?""

"That close to the water, huh?" Malcolm shakes his head a little bit, still grinning. "Guess motorcycles are out then. I can still pick up some comms if any of you guys need to borrow one for the mission."

"I can transport us a few miles if need be, and I have comms built in. Perk of the Sapphire." offers Vicki with a smirk. "But if we want to go under the radar, maybe a local branch of Starguard could have a couple bikes waiting?"

Mage gestures and speaks words that can be easily heard but not remembered. Several long seconds later a glowing disk appears and shows a scene far distant from Colonial Bay.

Porter nods. "Sure, I can swim. I'm more worried about the broken fearful demon order. Last demon I met wasn't very nice to be around." He's also more than slightly familiar with teleportation that doesn't put you where you want, or even expect. "I could use a radio, though." Other than that, he's ready as he'll be and looks to Mage and his glowing portal tossing.

Mage steps through the portal into a field lined with fruit trees. Looking back to the others, he says, "I think I see a road a few hundred yards to the east. It is warmer here and humid. I think I'm in the ballpark."

"Just to make sure we're all on the same page, we aren't going in guns blazing. We -try- talking first. If we must, then we do whatever we need to do but... it may just be the ex cop in me, I won't just flat out assault these guys. For all we know, they're being set up." suggests Vicki as she rolls her neck and walks through the portal. "Well, doesn't appear that the base is anywhere nearby. Anyone want a lift?" she asks as she gestures, and a convertible late model sports car forms out of blue energy.

Porter follows after and hops through. He didn't expect they'd be in anyone's front door or living room, and that's actually a good thing. "So. Now that we're closer, do we know which way to go?"

With a sigh, Malcolm follows the others through the portal. He rolls his shoulders a little bit as he steps into the heat and humidity, looking around slowly. "I could use one, yeah. Thanks, Sapphire," comments Malcolm as he glances over at the blue sports car, considering it thoughtfully for a few moments.

Mage winces as each person steps through the portal, as if the passage extracts a toll from him. By the time everyone is through he is breathing heavily, but soon gets his breath back.

Climbing into the driver's seat... I mean where else would she sit? Vicki actually puts on her seat belt and says, "Buckle up everyone..." before the car takes off. There's no rumbling engine sounds, but it streaks along at high speed, taking turns -quite- sharply as Vicki checks in with her sapphire's radio signals to get GPS navigation. Which... conveniently, appears on the dashboard.

"You need to practice that more, man," Porter notices Mage catching his breath and can't help poke a little. "Build up some stamina or something." Then he's hopping into the impromptu sports car. "Nice." It definitely beats walking.

The car that Vicki fashions from sheer imagination is a rich indigo colour and really quite stylish. It also travels particularly smoothly all things considered. Mage's navigation was not too far off the mark he has landed the group a mere twelve kilometres away, time enough for a bracing trip through Georgia's countryside.

Mage says to Porter without heat, "When *you* can teleport four people from Virginia to Georgia without mechanical assistance, *then* you get the right to kibitz about my stamina."

Malcolm hops into the car's front passenger seat. He may or may not brook any dissent about it. The tall man remains relatively quiet on the trip, studying the surroundings while other discussions are on-going. Every so often, however, he makes a comment to the effect of, "Nice ride."

The Furies have their headquarters in a slightly dilapidated looking wooden structure that may at one point have served a small community as a dance hall. An array of bikes is corralled haphazardly in front, with one or two untidy looking individuals performing maintenance or just exchanging stories of conquest and pillage. At the approach of the car one the men bangs firmly on the clubhouse door.

Porter enjoys the ride. Right up to the point where he sees all the parked bikes. "Something tells me we're really close." Then there's someone beating on the door, and Porter seriously doubts that he's handing out religious pamphlets or selling cookies. "We weren't planning on sneaking up or anything, right?" In hindsight, a speeding glowing blue car probably wasn't the best idea... though still much better than walking.

Mage hmms and says with a twinkle in his eye, "How close do you think we are to anybody that could get caught in a *really* wide blast?"

"Counting the guys in the club house or do you mean statewide?" replies Malcolm, looking over his shoulder at Mage. He may be looking askance at the mighty magician.

"Odds are, there are folks who live in the area. We'd really not want to go screwing around with stuff like that. Malcolm, you -did- tell Starguard we were heading here right? Or should I call'em as a courtesy just so the locals know we're on site?" asks Vicki as she steps out of the car. Once folks get out of said car, she'll ease up on the power usage. It will cease being solid, but still -appear- to be there.

"Well, let's go say hi." she offers with a grin. She wasn't planning on stealth. Just wasn't planning on the... KABLAM! as an opener either.

The building is remote, located out on a back road twenty miles or so outside of Brunswick. There are no structures within line of sight but there may be farms and the like not too far distant. The door of the club house opens and a gentleman in worn denim with an impressive array of satanistic imagery sewn onto it steps out of the clubhouse. "Hay y'all. Need directions?"

Mage is *not* subtle in black tights, a blousy blue shirt and a red and gold cape with a collar as tall as his head. But still he asks with a smirk, "Know where a guy like me can get a drink?"

"Didn't get a chance to call. Or get my comm," replies Malcolm to Vicki as he climbs out of the car. Malcolm shoves his hands into the pockets of his jeans as he straightens up and offers a smile to the guys by the bikes. "Nice wheels, guys. I had a couple like 'em a few years ago."

Accessing the frequency, Vicki nods to Malcolm, "Sorry, must've missed you talking about grabbing comms." she remarks with a bit of a self depreciating scowl. She stops a few yards off and mutters subvocal. She's just giving a courtesy call so folks don't get weird reports and wonder WTF is up. Then she puts a smile on her face and walks forward. "Well, aside from a drink. I was simply hoping you might have a few moments to speak to me. I had a couple questions that you might be able to help shed some light on."

Porter looks at the fine example of upstanding citizenry and gives a simple, "Hey" and a casual half-wave. "Yeah, nice bikes." He doesn't get too close to them, though. There's always that whole random domino effect thing with biker joints and the bikes lined up out front.

"Well if you want to come inside for a drink, that would be swell." He grins to his compatriots who snigger before he continues. 'But we have a strict dress code for the club house. "Chicks go topless." His brows lift as he returns his attention to Vicki, but you go for that and we will answer alllll the questions that really matter."

Smirking a bit, Vicki inclines her head a bit. She's dealt with this sort many times in her life. The guys who think that by trying to humiliate others, they appear stronger. "Good thing I'm not a chick then, isn't it?" she asks. "There's chicks, and then there's ladies." Mind you, she is walking towards the front door now like she fully expects to just step right inside without being hassled.

Mage says, "How about we shine a bit of light on things then?" and the broach at his throat opens like an eye, revealing the hidden truth in all that passes through its light.

For a moment the man in the doorway looks confused by Vicki's steady and unhesitating advance. He, like his colleagues is possessed of a physique that betrays either the clubs firm dedication of fitness regimes or casual abuse of steroids and human growth hormones, you be the judge. He is thus unused to being advanced on by unprepossessing women a fraction of his size and for a moment seems thrown off balance. After a moment he regathers himself and stands his ground. "Members only... chica."

"How am I going to buy -you- a drink if you don't step aside?" asks Vicki. "I mean..." and then Mage starts with the amulet thing, and she looks back for a moment. She doesn't know about this ability, but when it starts to glow, she quite literally facepalms. "Look..." she says to the guy, "I apologize for my erstwhile companion. I just wanted to have a chat, nothing more." She's -hoping- that these guys aren't going to take what Mage is doing as some sort of attack, and jump them all pre-emptively. Lord knows in their shoes, she'd do just that.

Mage's magic eye sweeps across the club house. When it first comes to life there is an uncharacteristic sequence of confused and garbled images, twisting rolling and shifting before finally it settles into the interior of the club house with bikers engaging in their hobbies and past-times. In the main room sits an extremely large man enjoying the attentions of a pair of young women who bear a strong resemblance to each other and have apparently no qualms about the club's dress code.

The man on the door looks to the projection that the magic eye puts up and smirks. "Meta-humans huh? Used to getting what you want." He steps grudgingly aside.

"Suddenly," Malcolm cryptically asides to Porter, "I know how Guardian feels." He finally draws his hands from his pockets and folds them across his chest as he sweeps his gaze over the scene in front of him.

Porter is a little surprised, too. A little. He now wonders if he stood too close to Mage instead of the bikes. Then he blinks with more surprise when the magic imaging thing gets clearer images. Ok... so it gets /those/ channels. Then he realizes that it's showing what's inside, and this makes it important intelligence. He studies it for several moments before coming to an important conclusion: they really could be twins.

"Look, like I said, I had no clue he'd be doing that." mutters Vicki to Doorman #1. "But thanks. I'll make a point of buyin' you some of the good stuff." That said, she steps in through the door, totally missing whatever the projection displayed. After all, she was looking at the guy, not at the projection. "Once, just once... it'd be nice if anyone actually -listened- to me." she mutters mostly to herself.

Porter pulls his attention back to those outside the building, but on the way gives Mage a quick questioning look, hoping to convey 'did you see something too?' Though he's not sure how that will be taken. "Sorry," comes out weakly, for Vicki, Malcolm, the doorman, or all of the above as he goes to follow her in.

Mage announces to Vicki as he enters, "The Lamia demonlings fled from the light. Our conversation should remain unobserved on that front."

"Before we leave, it'd be cool to talk shop with you guys," comments Malcolm to the guys working on the bikes. He shrugs and starts walking after Porter and Vicki. Glancing at the Watcher on the Threshhold, Malcolm offers a cheery smile and a shrug, "Some people, huh?" A moment later, Malcolm tries to slink through the doorway into the club proper.

"Great. Now, what part of.. let's just go talk to them, and not go right to the powers aspect.. did you selectively choose to ignore?" Vicki asks towards Mage as she casts her gaze about the room before strolling right over towards the person she judges to be the most important guy in the room. "Okay, so... I have some questions for you. You give me info I need, and we can part on friendly terms, and I can just flat ignore the whole security van hijacking. I just need to know who hired you to jack it, and where we can find the guy. Let me reiterate, I don't -want- you or any of your guys right now. I want the big fish."

The groups are 'escorted' down the hall to the main room where Mister templar enjoys a spiritual encounter with his young lady friends. He acknowledges the entry of the group by neither word or deed. Focussed completely on the matter at hand. At the end of Vicki's introduction he looks to her, brow furrowed and rumbles. "And you are." His voice betrays the rumbling effects characteristic of heavy alcohol and tobacco use.

The men by the motorbikes down tools and follow the party inside, other figures emerging silently from side rooms.

Well, when in doubt, be honest. "Starguard. Agent Victoria Maitland." says Vicki. "As I said, you're not on my list right now, so let's just make this easy, eh?"

Templar nods and tilts his head to look at Vicki's companions. "And you guys? Lapdogs one through three or do you have names?" The door of the clubhouse closes with a sharp bang, swung shut by a gust of breeze and plunging the main room of the clubhouse into stygian gloom that is alleviated only slightly by dimly flickering bulbs over head.

It's hard not to notice all of the people appearing as information is being "negotiated" for. Malcolm shifts his gaze left and right on a regular basis, occasionally even glancing over his shoulder to try to keep a count of how many people are actually behind him. The tall man looks at Templar, regarding him quite seriously for several moments.

"Malcolm Gibbs," intones Malcolm as he shifts his weight a little bit. It's not a nervous shift of weight, just a getting comfortable sort of weight shift.

Porter doesn't like all the extra people, either. Nor does he feel comfortable staring at the big man, or even his friendly lady friends. This leaves him glancing around the room alot. "Porter," he offers blandly with a shrug, "but Random Guy #2 works, too, if you want."

Mage slides to the side, putting his back to a wall. "The lady and her singular question are the only thing you need worry about."

"So, Agent Maitland, Mister Gibbs, Porter, and lapdog." Templare repeats slowly, nodding. "Welcome to Georgia! Can I interest any of you in a brew?" He briefly detatches a massive paw to point at Mage. "Not you of course, but if you want we can get you a bowl of water."

Mage seems fine with not drinking anything this ... scum has to offer.

"I'm good, thanks. Honestly I'd be more interested to get her questions out of the way so I can talk 'bout that knucklehead I saw outside. That a classic or a build-inspired-by?" opines Malcolm. Look, motorcycles are pretty important, okay?

"No thanks," as much as Porter might be tempted to say he'll have what Templar is having, he declines. "We just came here to talk, like she said." He thumbs to Vicki, hopefully pointing Templar's attention back her way.

In the surrounding shadows the hulking bikers watch in silence, settling into comfortable positions to observe their leader and the interlopers. The two girls dedicated entirely to their assigned task which at this point apparently involves minimal effort from Sebastian. He nods to Malcolm. "A man of taste and refinement I see. I'll get to the question in good time, as I see it you're in my house without an invitation refusing my attempts at hospitality." His brow creases. "That really hurts a sensitive guy like me."

A frown plays at the corners of Malcolm's mouth at Templar's response. Malcolm glances over at Vicki for a moment before looking back at Sebastian, his expression going thoughtful. "Well let me apologize. Some of us got a bit ahead of ourselves, particularly when your doorman just stepped aside and opened the door. We took that as an invitation when we clearly shouldn't have."

Mage stands silent, doing his best to look menacing and powerful.

Templar's brows lift. "Did you tell them they could come inside Mirchell?" The doorman shakes his head. "I told them they were meta-humans and obviously used to taking what they wanted." Templar returns his attention to Malcolm. "That sounded like an invitation to you huh? Well it takes all sorts." His gaze settles once again on Vicki. "What about you, will you accept a beer? No strings attached."

Hrm, they could be trying to poison me, possess me, or any number of things. But, Vicki isn't alone. She has Malcolm and Mage here. "Sure." she remarks, plopping down in a seat across from Templar, her feet propping up on the table. "But no light beer crap. Gimme a -real- draft something..." One benefit of being no longer a cop, having a beer on the job if it gets the info... isn't such a bad thing. There's always time to get more info... but when you want the guys to open up, it helps to actually treat them as equals, and when in Rome... well, aside from the whole topless thing.

Offering a shrug, Malcolm remains silent. The ball's back in Vicki's court and that's all he really meant to do in the first place. Mission accomplished, Malcolm celebrates by running through a mental checklist of vintage motorcycle parts he saw on the bikes outside.

The two girls continue unperturbed even as Vicki takes a seat opposite and Templar laughs. "Ha! I like you Agent Maitland, I will definitely answer your question." Templar grins and gestures to one of the bikers to get Vicki her drink. Then waves a hand at Malcolm Mage and Porter. "These three can wait outside."

Mage says, "Your friends will tell you that is a waste of effort. I 'peeked' in here before walking in the door."

Waiting for her beer, Vicki turns her eyes... her way too blue eyes, towards Mage, Malcolm, and Porter. She raises both brows and then looks back to Templar. Basically it's the.. what the hell.. look. And then Mage opens his mouth and she just.. wilts once more. She looks to Templar and gives a helpless shrug. "Seriously?" she asks, looking back over her shoulder towards Mage.

Slowly Malcolm's gaze diverts toward Mage. He opens his mouth, closes it, and then looks back at Sebastian. "I don't suppose that drink offer is still on the table? Because I could use a drink now."

Templar grins to Mage. "I just asked you politely to leave my property. Now I am instructing my club member to refrain from physical violence and not throw you out of the building." Didn't he just say refrain from physical violence? The bikers straighten from where they're reclingin, sitting, standing and begin advancing on Porter Mage and Malcolm. One of them places two glasses of fresh cold bear on the table in front of Vicki. Templar looks to Malcolm. "that time is past." Taking up his glass he raises it to Vicki. "Your health."

Mage shrugs, "Just saying, sending us away is a waste of effort."

Malcolm sighs at Templar's reply. He casts a quick glance around at the mobilizing bikers and then rolls his shoulders again. "You owe me a drink," Malcolm comments, presumably to Mage, "Because this is getting to be a hell of a week." As Malcolm talks he starts to "sweat" liquid metal from his pores, which quickly envelopes his entire body. Experimentally flexing his hands, Forge casts a glance around at the bikers. "We're not really going to get the option to just walk outside, right?"

Lifting her arms, Vicki reaches for one of the beers. She lifts it and gives Templar a grin, "May the road be smooth, and may your ride be smoother." she remarks before taking a sip and putting the glass back down. "Seriously. Guys... just go." she remarks, "Shut mouth, move feet, and go...."

Mage shrugs, gestures, says words that can be heard but not remembered and a portal opens on the air behind him. In a single step, he passes through the portal and is backing up into the parking lot.

Forge rolls his eyes and steps after Mage. He steps through the portal quickly and into the parking lot, folding his arms behind his back as he does so.

"Why? He's the one who made it happen. Whoever -he- is, he's the one I want. You're little fish. You'll screw up again in the future, and trust me, you'll go down for it. But... the beauty of being an -ex- cop, is that I know who to talk to, but I also can make deals with folks that I would've been obligated to arrest before. So... here's my deal. You tell me who -he- is, and how you contact or find him... and I'll walk out of here." She pauses and sips her beer before leaning back, "After I finish this frosty brew that is." Notice, she isn't talking about the guys outside. She trusts Forge at least, to take care of himself. Mage is.. well.. a mage!

Mage mutters to Malcolm while they have a respite, "By the way, I don't happen to know any, for lack of a better word, defensive spells. I'm afraid my only recourse if they attack will be to respond in kind."

Strolling along, Forge shrugs at Mage's words. "If they attack, we're pretty much obligated to attack back. You and Porter should maintain a retreat. I'll try to keep myself between them and you two."

Templar's brow lift and he grins. "Your friends are very lucky to have someone as sharp as you in charge" He pats one of the girls on the rump. "Phone, right hip pocket sugar." The girl obediently retrieves the device, pausing for unnecessarily elaborate flourish that slows the process but brings a smile to Templar's face. Taking it he presses a number. "He flips through his contact list and comes to a number which he dials. Waits for it to ring five times then hangs up. "So, drinking buddy. I've placed the call. His name is Tench, William Tench, don't know much about him to be honest, but in twenty four hours you'll know way more than I can tell you." He drops the phone on the table.

In the carpark things are decidedly less cordial. This could be down to the absence of topless girls or the two dozen or so surly and silent bikers who regard Malcolm, Porter and Mage with the fixed fascination of train attack dogs on de-clawed cats. They make no move to attack but seemed pause to do so at some imminent but as yet unseen signal. The tension is so thick you could carve it.

Mage gestures (etc) and a burst of white energy flies from his body to quickly form into twenty individual bursts of light. Some of the bursts miss, but a dozen people are still knocked off their feet by the onslaught.

At the sudden burst of sound Templar quirks a brow. "Maybe he wasn't wrong after all." He muses, resting a disconcertingly direct gaze on Vicki. "You want to dance drinking buddy?"

"Not a dancer." offers Vicki. "Besides, I have half a beer left." she adds as she takes another gulp of her beer. "Seriously, thanks for the info." And she shakes her head, "Sounds like I should've told at least one of the crew to go home and watch TV, eh?" she asks, eyeing the front doors with little to no concern on her face.

The bikers watch as Mage stands and gestures, and are apparently caught unaware by the sudden brilliant burst of energy that smacks into the vast majority and dazes them, smacking them off their feet. The remainder array themselves with a variety of impromptu weapons, primarily knives clubs and chains and charge at Mage.

Forge Steps in front of Liam and unleashes a blow at the lead biker.

Forge smack the lead biker powerfully, smacking him with a sledgehammer blow back into a second biker a few metres behind. "Back off or you'll all get hurt!"

The biker Forge hit lies unconscious, inert and from the looks of things suffering several broken ribs. The others stutter step as they reach Forge, cautiously edging out around him. Only two of their number manage to get to Mage.

The first of Mage's opponent's swings wide, but the second, armed with a bowie knife, manages to land a solid blow to the doctor's ribs, drawing blood.

Within the clubhouse Templar grins, a bright almost childish grin and he shakes his head. 'You're cool under fire agent Maitland, I wouldn't want to be in Tench's shoes."

"You do realize that... if this lead doesn't pan out. Then I -will- be back. I am good at tracking folks down who think they vanished.S'how I got to you in order to track down this.. Tench. If that is his name. You know you won't be able to hide from me." she says as she gulps down the rest of her beer and starts to get up to her feet. "Now, I get outside, and my people are hurt... you know I won't come back in here after you, but I will make sure that your clubhouse here is surrounded by your own peoples' unconscious bodies." She grins and shrugs her shoulders in that.. eh, whatcha gonna do... manner.

Forge attempts a repeat of his two for one attack but swings wide.

Stretching her arms as if yawning, Vicki walks out the front door to see the scene out there. Once out there, she raises a brow and lets the door close behind her. "Well, that's interesting." she remarks. "I'm betting... Mage." she says as she is covered in blue, and the car vanishes. To the doorman, she says, "Word of advice. Run."

Mage flies straight up, growling, "Don't make me thunderclap this entire county."

Within the clubhouse Templar chuckles and raises his glass, rumbling. "Come back any time Agent Maitland, any time." He drains his glass before returning his attention to his nubile companions with newfound energy.

The second blast fells half of the people already on the ground dropping them deep into unconsciousness. The two who attecked Mage are stunned leaving another six free to attack Forge.

At the door the doorman shrugs. "You know how it is..." He keeps the door open for Vicki to move out then closes it behind her.

Shrugging to the doorman, Vicki gestures and plates and scales of armor form over her body. She almost sleepily points out at the fight... and a blue wall forms between the vast majority of the thugs, and the three people who came with her. "Stop. Now." she commands. She doesn't yell it, but just uses one of those voices that carry without yelling.

Confronts withe the sapphire cylinder somme of the thugs decide to try pummeling it anyway, two of them try throwing their wepons at Mage

The thrown knife tumbles harmlessly by but the crowbar hits Mage in the hip, leaving a slight bruise

Mage growls, "Stupidity should be painful."

"Really?" asks Vicki as she just narrows her eyes. She starts casually strolling out into the lot and lets the wall fade. A gesture, and blue tendrils lash out towards all of the guys, at least the active ones. "I said... cut it out!" she yells now. As she does that, she hears Mage speak, and looks upward as she adds, "Hey Pot. How's that kettle doing?"

Mage lands and rests. "I hope you got what you needed. I have had a difficult time being appropriately gentle with this lot."

The last of the steroid enhanced thugs turns and tries to wrestle forge, charging at him headlong.

The biker's charge is met be an expert swing of Forger's sledghammer punch which drops him unconscious into the dirt. "Let's get out of here before we get into another fight."

Mage frowns at the piles of bodies. "Would you like me to heal them, or do you think stupidity will resume?"

Now it's time for a flying car. Vicki snorts and gestures. "All aboard." she mutters as she climbs in and once folks are inside...

Mage casts that healing spell anyway. If the thugs are in it, so be it.