Investigations into the cult.

Yomi ponders. "Isn't it canon that, while CHII doesn't do that, anyone using Chii's powers has to do it? I recall hearing something about Conjuratoins or something? So, I'd be the one who has to say something like, "Healer, grant me this power; May darkness steal away this papercut!"

She gestures...and nothing happens. "...Why isn't it working?" She turns to Glenn. "You! Super-Alfred! You know anything about magic?"

She's TOTALLY forgotten the cult. "And, I can't help immediately, I have my pre-med classes."

Yomi stares at Chii, a look of utter shock in her eyes. "...You speak heresy! Shun the nonbeliever!" She reaches a leg up, past her face, and crosses her arm in front of it, making the sign of a cross. "Shun the non-believer. Send her to the abandoned warehouse! Go fight evil cults! I have classes!"

Celia pouted "Hey, you can do both."

She crossed her arms "Besides, there's a reason that non-psychics thought that we all went around with magic staffs and beads for hundreds of years. I'm not sure how it is in Yomi, but it was at least well known in the sanctuary I grew up in that good concentration techniques include vocalizing the name of your rote; concentrating on a mundane thing... heck, you could focus on a bookmark and it'd work; even gesture works. I like the first one, because it's the most heroic and fun."

Celia dug through her purse, took a swizzle stick out of her purse... albiet the swizzle stick was larger than her purse, and handed Chii a swizzle stick, her voice getting a bit snippy "Take this swizzle stick, focus on, then try to control your vitae while focused on it. You'll find it's a lot easier."

"Alright! We know where the bad guys are, so let's get them!" Celia shouted, before running out of the inn shouting "Celiaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Stark!"

... Oh god, she was running ahead alone.

[To the Werehouse!]

Chii finds everything...a touch exasperating. First being shunned by Yomi Terasu for something which seems to her to be blindingly obvious, then Celia with an explanation that Chii mostly already knew years ago....


"I do know about the use of focusing objects, yes? Generally, I either simply concentrate or I use something related to my work as a focus to concentrate - my equipment, or even my hands. Swizzle sticks, to my knowledge, are not medical devices, no?"

....and then Celia yells her name and runs directly for the warehouse without even pausing to ask the others.

Chii calls out a "Wait!" perhaps a bit late...

Meanwhile, at the warehouse...a group of people gather. Ten figures, all in cloaks. All ready, for what will come. The athame has been prepared. The circle is ready to be set. The sacrifice shall be slaughtered. They shall do what they must, and they shall gain the power that is derived to them.

And figure ten sits back on a crate, adjusting her hood to better allow the dim light to illuminate her book, as she frowns, and pulls out a reading light. "Why do we have to use a BADLY ILLUMINATED warehouse?"

The lead figure pulls down his hood and turns around, his jet black hair with orange tips, framed with his face, making him resemble nothing more then a pumpkin. Fortunately, he was not named Jack. Unfortunately...no one cares. "Dima...it's important for the ATMOSPHERE. Each detail is crucial. Magic is fueled by will, and by belief. And a place such as this is bound to be a repository of..." He pauses, looking at the book. "What...are you reading?"

Dima looks up. "Lycanthrope Club. It's a fun werewolf novel."

"...We're summoning an ancient demon, and you're looking into WEREWOLVES! What use do they have?"

Dima laughs, and shrugs. "Well, I like hedging my bets. If this bites you in the ass, I figure I can look into drinking out of a wolf's pawprint, or something. Reportedly, he consulted with actual Lycanthropes while making this. If I can track them down, and drink their blood or something..."

"You'll be fuzzy and have to spend every full moon locked up."

"That is a gross misstatement!" She stands up, throwing the book to the ground. "It's a like spread by Hellsings! Werewolves are beautiful, magnificent creatures who just want to live normal, peaceful lives, and sometimes eat chickens. Right "Pumpkin.""

There's a faint cluck from a sack, as the chicken they got as a sacrifice protests its current condition. The cultist holding said sack, simply shakes it a bit. Another one, holding the athame, takes the sacrificial dagger and cleans her fingernails.

And then, Pumpkin sighs. "Let's just get back to the ritual...Now, prepare the circle while I work on the incanations. He of the Evil Eye, I summon thee. Kinslayer, I call upon thee. Enemy of Healers, I bind thee. Grant me thine power, so that I may do thy will. Grand me thine...bleh."

He rolls his eyes. "Gotta get this right. Otherwise, Balor will never grant me what I desire..."


And, from their hiding spot nearby....Glenn and Celia hear everything.


(Scene planned since: 4/26/2015)

Yes, yes, yes! Oh gods yes! Real, live supervillian minions! And... wait, she's definately heard of this demon before. She wasn't sure of the precise history, aside from what they were shouting, but she was aware that Baal was a big time supervillian. She was ALREADY getting to go up against one the biggest names in evil. After this, she'd probably dealt with a competent minion. Then after she beat him, the next stronger one. And then she'd beat his officers one by one and get stronger and stronger until she was able to punch out Baal himself in a climactic final duel. Celia wanted to squee at this point, but she had to make an epic entrance against these guys.

No, Celia did not know that Baal was still in the 'sealed away' stage of things.

"Freeze agents of darkness, for the dawn is here! No more shall you antagonize innocent demons of healing who have absolutely zero interest in shouting the names of their healing techniques, nor will you be able to further consort with the forces of true evil! This day, this fair city will become one step closer to becoming a utopia of peace and goodness! This day, you will be stopped! This day, you see the heroic might of the might heroine, Celia Stark! Now, release that innocent, delicious chicken, and prepare to fight!"

... Which is what she would have said, if Chii hadn't stepped out any delivered her own snappy one-liner.

Celia stepped out of cover, and started clapping... which was all but inaudible, considering her size and her gloves, but that was beside the point "Oooh, nice one-liner! I mean, it's not an especially heroic one, but it's definately clever! So anyways, since my friend already did the honors of making the entrance catchphrase, I'll just shorten it to 'surrender or we kick your ass'."

Celia smiled "Oh, by the way. I'm going to go ahead and do the 'ruin your evil plan' thing so you don't try to send waves upon waves of lesser cultists while you buy time."

She was already outside her usual fighting style, since she didn't know any ranged attacks, not to mention it didn't matter if it flowed as usual, so... she figured she might was well make this fun "Kame...hame...haaaaaa!"

And then Celia through out a slightly smaller, far greener version of a Kamehameha Wave at... poor Dima's book. Looks like Celia thought she was targeting a black magic tome.

Celia improvs a 'Kamehameha Wave' with her Metabolic 4 via Channeling, targeting Dima's Book. She focuses by saying the attack name for a +1 to her activation roll. Attack is (Ranged, +1 WR), for a total difficulty of 7. She will take the difference as Chi Stress.
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Invoking Celia's 'From a Strange Channeling Family' aspect for a reroll for 1 FP.


Edit: And now for the attack roll


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