~«Modern Magic»~

Sanar lounged on the sofa. He was so bored.
Instead of being in england, his home country, he was in Miami with his father. His father wanted to get a new contract with some advertising company or whatever, and his parents thought he didn't spend enough time with his father, so Sanar had been made to go along too.
He wished he was at home. He liked his mother, when she was around, and of course joseph, his only friend, would be at home.
It wasn't that he hated his father. It's not that he wished he didn't have a dad.
He just didn't like him as a person.
Sanar was quiet and calm, yes, but his father had near no emotion that he ever saw except anger or quiet disappointment.
He reached breaking point. He was going to go for a walk, and consequences be damned. It was just too dull and pointless to hang around the living room all day.
Just before he left, he donned his white waistcoat and, as an afterthought, took his book from his room and slipped it into his pocket.
Then he walked out into the bright miami sunshine.

OOC; Accepted Duck


Heiwa walked out the door of his house,a bag in his hand.A shopping bag in particular,with a book in it.He'd been sent out shopping for groceries,and his very pro-recycling mother had told him to reuse an old shopping bag.The book was much more difficult to explain.
He took all the shortcuts to the store.He knew this city almost like the back of his hand.He had grown up in it,had time to learn it's paths.
Normally by now he would be at school,probably in the middle of a boring maths lesson.However,the school had shut down.Swine Flu breakout amongst the teachers.When and if he went back was a mystery.

Sanar walked amongst the crowds of people. There seemed an unusual amoutn of schoolchildren for the middle of the day- he would have expected them to be at school.
Sanar himslef didn't go to school. His parents hired a private tutor. The problem was that the tutor didn't consider music to be of any importance.
Sanar, on the other hand, practically lived for music. He breathed it, dreamed of it most nights, hummed himself to sleep with a tune. When doing work, he listened to music, and it inspired him to greater lengths.
Sanar was so absorbed in his thoughts he didn't noticed the two teenagers with hoods following him.
Next thing he knew, he was grabbed by the collar and shoved into a side alley, and then behind a dumpster.
"Nice coat, ponce." One of the boys sniggered.
Sanar could see they were about 18, and both had tattoos.
Ah. That kind of teenager.
"Please, don't hurt me." He said. "Because then I will be forced to hurt you."

why, whats wrong with mine? Is it about the bio part? or something else, I read the rules (and again just now) but I probably missed something

OOC;Rule #7,all I'm saying.

Yarrul sat by the desk, his miniture army arrayed infront of him, hiding inbetween paint pots, their small rifles sticking out aiming at imaginery enemies, teh paintpots sat on a tray, around a couple of sheets of kitchen paper, next to which was a pot of water. A pair of battle suits were taking cover behind the pot and three tanks were sitting on the desk, two with rear boarding ramps down. A squad of vicious looking kroot was scattered all over the place while a squad of stealthsuits was hunting along a shelf, infront of Yarrul was a fully painted and based stealth suits and two unassembled suits, one of which has black primer on. Yarrul stoppped painting, looked at the strange book open at his side and whispered, "Nerrus." He got a shock when a tiny peice of rock materialised out of the book, Yarrul's jaw fell open...

"Oooh, going to hurt us, little man, eh?" laughed one of the boys, shoving him harder against the wall.
Sanar felt the weight of the book in his pocket. He hadn't practiced enough...god knows what was going to happen to him now...
He felt the fear rising in him, but he quelled it.
"Trust me. Just leave, and you will be fine." He said, fighting to keep his voice steady.
The teenagers laughed again.
"Search him, see whether he's got anythin worth nickin." Said one. The one holding him reached into his pocket.
What was the word, What was it?! Sanar couldn't remember...
"What's this?" said the 18 year old, taking Sanar's book out his pocket. "Gotta be worth something. Knock him otu and we'll take his clothes." The boy lifted his hand to strike-
"VEMEN!" Sanar yelled.
Winds burst forth, blasting back both boys and the dumpster. The dumpster flew to the neck of the alley and overturned, spilling it's contents onto the street. The boys were flung into the wall only a few feet away.
Sanar heard the cracks of their bones breaking loudly and clearly, and would remember it perfectly for the rest of his life.
He fell to the floor, breathing heavily, from exhaustion, shock, and fear. He glanced at the neck of the alley, and the street which had been so peaceful.
A group of peopel was gathered around the upturned dumpster, staring at him. One already had a phone out.
Sanar wasn't stupid. He knew exactly what would happen if the police caught him, and then it would go straight ot the government itself.
He'd just used magic.
He ran.

Yarrul stared in amazement at the rock and turned back to the tray, an idea forming in his mind. He pulled out a blue and white Firewarrior from behind a paintpot, a squad commander. "Nerrus." He whispered in what he hoped was a commanding sort of way. The miniture sprang to life, it stepped of its base onto the board, rifle raised to its shoulder, moving around carefully, like a patient hunter. "Wow!" Yarrul was surprised, slightly breathless as well. He pulled out the rest of teh squad and di the same to them. They formed up into a group around the squad commander, silent and watching out for enemies that didn't exist.

A loud rumbling shook the outskirts of Miami. The Damned has just came back into town as the leaders wanted to see their parents. Butch was riding his custom chopper just behind his huge brute of a brother and behind them were the rest of the gang. They were making a bit of a ruckus, shouting and knocking stuff over, the usual. They headed downtown and as they were going through, Butch stopped at a huge monolith of a building. He looked up at it's black walls and drove off.
Unfortunatly for the bikers, a police cruiser was parked outside a cafe. It took chase after the Damned and Butch's brother sighed. They split, driving down allyways and doing their best to get away from "the pigs". Butch drove out of an ally as soon as a cruiser flew past, sirens blazing. He turned right and drove down the road, past a group of civilians who jumped out of the way of the bike. He drove down to the back of a large supermarket and got of the bike. He hid it behind the dumpster and took off on foot. He entered the market and saw a lot of people going about their buisness. A perfect place to hide...

Sanar ran as fast as he could. He wondered whether police were already on his trail. Certainly the incident would appear on the news that night.
The thought made him run even faster.
Generally, Sanar abhorred sport, but he was a very fast runner. But now he was...tiring...
He slowed, and then collapsed to his knees. He got back up, and wandered over to the side of a house. He took some thrown away sheets and covers, and used them to cover up his expensive clothes. The he messed up his hair, and with any luck he would now look liek a homeless person.
The white hair with black streak might be odd, but it was as good as he felt he could do.
He was very..very..tired....
And Sanar fell asleep.

George slung his work book next some books and work papers on a small coffee table. Turned the tele on and had a cup of hot-chocolate in his hand. his roomate came in form the other room. "Oh what a suprise... your watching tele again.. are you ever gonna do some work?" He looked at George and then the television. "yeah yeah yeah what ever, i'll do it later I've got plenty of time spare" George said without hesitation.

His roomate Nathan looked at the coffee table "So you're still reading this then" and picked up a strange book. "Yeah so what, I like reading it.", he didn't care that his roomate just picke dup the caster's book and flipped through the pages. "Well what ever, at least you read soemthing" john said and walked toward his room.

George looked down at the caster's book and gave a slight concerned look, but then instantly looked back at the tele.

Yarrul picked up the squad in his arms and walked outside of teh house, planning on heading into the backgarden to have some war time mayhem against the slug invaders. He locked the door to the house turned and saw a homless person sleeping beside the house. He also noticed richer clothings underneath his covers and a strange book, similar to the one in his back pack (with the box of minitures in it) He put teh squad down on the pavement and sat on the step. "Squad, carefully approach the hobo and see if you can get a closer look at that book, stay well back though, just close enough to make out the details. Teh squad cautiously approached Sanar, weapons raised, even though they couldn't shoot. the squad commander motioned to a fast hoofed firewarrior who carefully went forward, looked at the book and returned,it did however accidentily stick its gun into a cut in Sanars finger, realising what it had done, it ried to make run for it, while the rest of the squad turned and began to flee back to Yarrul.

Sanar woke suddenly. He felt a pain in his finger which quickly began to throb. He wrapped his bleeding finger in his shirt.
He looked up and noticed and the boy on the steps. He was about to jump up and run, when he saw that he had..lots of..moving figures, running around him. It clearly wasn't motorised or mechanical action- they were almost alive.
There was no other explanation.
It was magic too.
"What's your name? How did you make those little figurines move about?" He asked cautiously.

Butch started walking down the different isles, pretending to be shopping. Many different people looked at him and the blood on his shirt. They backed off even though Butch did'nt tell them to. He looked at the entrance to the shop and he saw 3 police officers enter. He cursed and ran to the clothing department. he picked some random clothes up and started to the changing rooms. Unfortunatly, the police saw him and started to chase him. He ran into a changing room just before the police saw which one he entered.

The police started opening the doors, one at a time. They got closer and closer to his position. He took his little book out and read the first word he saw. Suddenly he felt strange. The door opened and a woman screamed. "Oh, sorry ma'am. We are um.. Looking err.. for someone..." The officer stammered before he got slapped in the face. They walked off and Butch reappeared. He had manage to surround himself in shadow....

"How can I trust you, you lie about your appearance." Yarrul snapped. Teh fleet footed miniture tapped him on the foot, the rest of the squad milling around. Yarrul looked down, bent over and listened. He sat up again, "So you have a book as well? What element? Air?" Yarrul asked him, suspiciously

"You have one too?" Asked Sanar, noting that he had said "As well".
"Look this isn't the place to discuss it..."

"Hmm, come inside, i will introduce you to the rest of the army." Yallus said, motioning to the squad who had clambered up the step and were waiting for him to open the door, which he did, he went inside, trailed by the minitures.

Sanar went inside, carefully avoiding stepping on any minitures. He slipped the book back into his pocket, and hoped that he was making the right decision.

Yarrul closed the door and showed Sanar to his painting room, where the rest of the army was. "Here we go, that is the rest of them, and teh unassembled, unpainted stealth suits. So, tell me, why is it dangerous to talk about this magic?" Yarrul asked heading back for teh living room.

Sanar sat on the sofa.
"Well, of course the government are going to be looking for it. Have you ever heard of magic beign real? No. But now we know it is, so somebody has been hushing it up..." He said. He didn't mention the incident in the alley.

"Hmm, you sound like a conspiracy theorist yet, what you say does appear to have a basis for fact. Nerrus." Yallus said thoughtfully, the moving minitures resumed their original poses and ceased being animated. "Well, if someone or thing is after us because we can do magic, what can we do, where do we go, who can help us?"

Sanar thought.
"Our best bet is probably to group together with other casters, as the book calls them. But we've got little basis for finding them."
He looked thoughtfully at the minitures.

Yallus followed Sanars eye to his army, arrayed on the living room table. "No way am I sending them out to look for them, to small, they woudl get trodden on, or abducted!" Yallus said. he gathered up his army of minitures, carefully wrapped them back up, put them in their box which he put back in his backpack.

Heiwa had been in the supermarket when the man with the bloodstains had walked in.He sighed.Stupid Miami violence.He sometimes wondered whether the police were trying hard enough.He then watched as the police came in through the front door,probably looking for the man.He walked out of the shop,the bag now full and his pocket full of change rather than notes.The person at the till had tried to cheat him out of the 50% offer and failed miserably.

Sanar nodded.
"I know. I was just thinking, though..." Sanar reached into his pocket and brought out the book.
He flicked through it for a while. Then he let out a cry of triumph.
"I knew it! I was sure I read this..."
He looked up. "It says air casters can befriend creatures of the air. I assume that means birds....A bird would be perfect! It could fly over the city watching for any magic, then bring them back here...or, well, wherever we wanted to. I assume your parents wouldn't want lots of magical people hanging out in your house." He looked puzzled for a second.
"We don't even know each others names...I'm Sanar."