OOC: I'm bringing Girana with me =P

BIC: In the rather large port town, Vierra had been attempting to fight the urge to shop for cookable food. She had a hard time trying to cook. Every time she burned a dish in front of Girana during camping, she would give an excuse as to why she can cook. Her food was rather disgusting to her. Yet when ever she saw a food item and tasted it she could picture something else to go along with that dish. Yet when she attempted to make it, something would go wrong.

She sat there in the market looking at the fresh caught fish and crab. "I don't know..." She said aloud. The merchant stood with her and continued to urge her to buy the food, but the last time she attempted to make fish, the meal was rather tasteless and the texture was garbage. She raised an eyebrow and then looked at the merchant who held the fish to her face. "Do you have any squid jerky?" The merchant surrendered his biggest sale. Apparently he recognized her from recent trips before. "I'm sorry, I don't know how to cook."

"NONSENSE!" The merchant said. He held up a Sorcerer's Magazine that had a picture of the green eyed mage on the front. Her arms were crossed and she stood behind a table of delicacies from all over Fiore. The headline said 'Fiore's Hidden Treasure: Kyll Vie.'

Vierra looked at the magazine curiously. "No, that's not me..." She smiled.

The merchant sighed and handed her a bag of dried squid. Vierra nodded and paid her dues back. She walked down the market attempting to understand what just happened. She then was shoved aside by a crew member from the docks. The stocky fellow held a crate and was in quite the rush to get this crate delivered. She fell forward and then looked around. She shook her head and shook her head. She scratched her head and looked around. Something seemed amiss about this situation. She walked back up to the merchant. "Excuse me," she said. "Do the crew members from ships personally deliver the cargo?"

"No... They don't. It's usually unloaded from the docks and given to the workers FOR the docks for delivery."

Vierra's lips tightened. She thanked the merchant and decided to looked around for Girana. She would probably want some adventure for the day. "Where could she be?"

Mosa blended with the crowd of sailors, families, vendors and all kinds of merchants on the boardwalk. The sun was shining so bright that nobody would be suspicious of a hooded man trying to protect his skin. He was just another mage returning from overseas adventures or to otherwise browse the many stalls in the market. One of the members of this drug squad had seen his face before, during that fated bar fight that put the Arcana mage on their tail. That one managed to escape by using a very elusive form of magic that allowed him to turn into a gaseous substance and disappear between the floorboards. The others were unfamiliar with him, as he was with them, and this factor of unpredictability made it necessary for Mosa to have the element of surprise.

The Arcane Binder chose his trajectory carefully. All crates were transported to a seperate area where they were placed in lockable storage containers until the owner or assigned transportation service came to pick them up. Once all responsibility and insurance papers were signed off, the cargo would be released and taken to any of Earthland's four corners. This container area was next to the port, but only authorized personnel could move directly from port to the container area. Security was tight and there were too many witnesses. Mosa could use his magic to trick his way through, but if he was seen by the wrong pair of eyes then harbor security would be notified instantly and his chase would come to a very anticlimatic close. So accessing this storage area from the boardwalk was not an option. He would have to go around the administration buildings, via the market, to find the other entrance to the container depot.

A crate was raised out of the ship in which Mosa had spent three days wasting away. Mosa's irises glowed a bright azure as his vision was scanning for his arcane mark. It was not the raised crate, instead, the azure glow and smoke came from a crate that was still on the deck of the ship. It had been forced open and was now spilling hay used to protect whatever was inside. The drugs were gone.

Shit! They put the drugs in carriable crates and decided to split up...

He had been outsmarted. Without an arcane mark, he had no hope of finding the crates containing the drugs. Going to the storage depot would have been a tremendous waste of time. No, he would now have to identify the only person that could identify him. They could not have gotten far, because the ship's Captain had only just spotted the compromised crate on the deck of his ship. He was shouting and yelling at his sailors to find an explanation. The shades of red and purple conquering his face made it clear that he was running a very tight shift. This must have happened in a moment's notice.

Mosa gathered his will and tried to remember what the dealer looked like the day he got on board. The first sets of features that rushed to the front of his mind had without a doubt been altered already. These guys were professional, they would not take any chances.

The burned hand!

However, this man had had the misfortune of getting his hand burned by magic during the bar fight. It had not healed the day he got on the ship and Mosa speculated it would take a few months for that to heal without a professional healer. To summarize, he was looking for a suspicious individual carrying a crate straight from the docks with a burned hand. Taking that factor into account, the man must be in pain which could compromise his composure and cause him to rush things, thus attracting attention.

A pulse of arcane magic was sent out from Mosa's mind through the surrounding reality. His azure glowing eyes observing the environment, reading between the fabric of reality and the Arcane Realm beyond, looking for a hint, waiting for Fate to push him in the right direction. Of all things, a seagull caught his attention as its feathers seemed to glow that familiar azure blue for a brief instant. A bright flash that could just as well have been his imagination. Nevertheless, he locked onto the gull and followed its path over the market. It descended and dropped an impossibly-timed concentration of nitrogen-rich ammonium oxalate and urate, phosphates, and some earth salts and impurities, onto the hand of a small girl. The crying and drama was overshadowed by what occured right next to the girl. A slender brunette was rudely being shoved aside by what seemed to be a sailor hurrying to deliver the crate he was holding.

Mosa could not help but smirk as he dashed off like a dog behind a bone. He moved skillfully through the crowd, never losing track of his target, like a stream of water between a bed of rocks. Once he was staring to close in, Mosa slowed down and kept the distance. He had to follow this wolf all the way back to its den. The crying of the little girl drew his attention for a second, as his eyes glanced to the left to see the mother crouched beside her daughter cleaning the small guano-covered hand with a tissue and water. This small distraction was enough for him to brush against the same woman the dealer had shoved aside.

Mosa was quick with his words, a lady being shoved twice in the span of five minutes could cause a scene, which was to be avoided at all costs.
"Apologies, madame. I was distracted by this poor girl's misfortune," he said with a friendly smile and placed his hand on her shoulder in a reassuring fashion to make sure he had not hurt or upset her. However, he did not wait around long enough to hear her response and immediately continued trailing his target.

OOC: Was told I could join by Vierra. Should be fun.

IC:

Inside of a pocket dimension that not many knew even existed, Trase stood scanning the area out of curiosity. He had only been in the area a few times before but those times he had not taken the time to look around it. It was a barren place almost like what some people would think purgatory would like like. Just an empty space of color. This specific empty space had a purple and black color scheme to it though. Near him was an assortment of items that were just left there. Weapons, med kits, gaming systems and other things were neatly placed around near him.

"Sorry bossman, had to make a pit stop on the way and didn't really want to bother you with the stop." A young woman had just come through a portal and came into the area holding two bags full of things. She had blonde hair and wore slightly revealing clothes which showed off a black tattoo on her leg of wings. To add a sort of intimidation factor to things she had two large guns on her back. "Like the look? I think its pretty much a femme fatale type of thing and I like it!" She spun around to show off her new look to him but did not receive any answer for it. "Sorie, we don't have much time for your random stops. I know that in your dimensional space we can get anywhere you have seen before quickly but that doesn't mean you should take your time in doing it." The girl pouted to him. "But a new game came out and these clothes looked too good not to buy from the other store too. Granted I will need to work on them some for them to be better suited for fighting in.." She snapped her finger and a mirror on wheels teleported from its place and in front of her. "Maybe will have to make some type of ethernano armor covering for it or something." Trase sighed. "Sorie..." The girl sighed back at him and teleported the mirror back to its original position. "Yeah, Yeah. I know bossman. To Hargeon we go." She snapped her fingers again and a portal appeared in front of them.

Trase stepped in front of the portal and stopped. "Stay here for now. I will contact you when I need you. We have to find this man and rid the world of him. I won't let my mother's mistakes ruin the world anymore." The girl huffed. "You know you shouldn't always do things alone. You lead a group of us that you can have help you." She was too busy looking at herself in the mirror again to notice that Trase had left her and continued to talk while he was gone.

Trase had arrived in a alley way where fortunately no one was at to see him move through the portal. He was after a certain man that was an ex-Cor Torva member that his mother had gifted with his abilities in the same way many others in Cor Torva got theirs; experimenting and harsh training. The man had committed multiple atrocities in the world but Onyx Pinion had not been able to find him quick enough. This was there one chance to catch him after catching a lead that he had joined a group in Hargeon that focused on smuggling types of drugs around. He was a sort of enforcer for the group and seemed to have been enjoying it from all the murders he had committed during his time with them.

Trase mad ehis way out from the alley way where his eyes caught the figure of Vierra. He did not understand how she was there at all and did not care much at all. He was there on a mission to find and rid the world of a threat that his mother created. No one would get in his way of that at all. Instead of being like his old self and saying hello to Vierra he simply attempted to move by her but for some reason he felt an urge to talk to her. He blamed Gilgamesh for this because he had felt that the aspect longed to be with its brethren so that they could find their master. Gilgamesh also feared doing that the most though and that was why it stayed with Trase over going to Vierra in their last meeting. Trase sighed as he stopped just behind the woman and noticed the leafy girl she was talking to.

"Vierra..." His blue eye and red eye stared directly at her and waited for her to turn to look at him. He figured she sensed him already but did not care and waited anyways. "Why are you here? Gilga wanting me to ask and if I didn't he would have caused this urge more and more and it would have pissed me off. Have you found anymore of the aspects?" He didn't care what the other girl thought about what he said at all and just wanted to get it all out of the way so he could continue his mission.

As they were moving away further and further from the market, the number of people on the streets grew thinner and it became harder for Mosa to follow his target without being spotted. The criminal also seemed to get increasingly paranoid, frequently checking over his shoulder and taking many turns instead of the more direct path to his destination. The Arcane Binder assumed that the destination could not be too far away, but he did not want to take the risk of being identified. He would have to take to the rooftops and continue his pursuit from above.

Luckily for him, the street they were in was long and without any crossroads or alleys for the dealer to lose his stalker.
Mosa quickly tapped into his intuition in order to find an abandoned building. A wooden door four paces ahead to his right seemed to attract his attention. A subtle burst of arcane energy was used to open the lock and grant him entry to the three story terraced house. Confidently he entered the place, looked around to find the staircase to the top floor and completely disregarded the flabbergasted old man in the armchair looking at this unexpected visitor with perplexed eyes. The staircase was to the right of the small living area with a fireplace on the left wall and a single armchair beside it, facing the front door.

Mosa was about to run up the stairs when from the corner of his eyes he noticed the figure by the hearthfire and stopped abruptly. The awkward second of silence seemed to last a full minute as old man did not speak and Mosa was too busy to question whether he had perhaps misjudged his intuition. The mage shrugged and ran up the stairs without giving it another thought. When he reached the top floor, he immediately spotted a window through which he could climb to the roof. His mind paid no attention to the decoration or contents of the room. If he would have, Mosa would have noticed that the top floor was a room dedicated to the study of magical artifacts. Scrolls, books and all kinds of documents containing valuable information on rare artifacts and items were scattered about. Precious and useful items were sure to be stored in the many cabinets and display cases.

Unfortunately, the Binder perceived none of it consciously. Perhaps he would come across this information when exploring his unconscious later, if he was lucky. All he had seen was an access point to the roof and had effortlessly moved from windowsill to center ridge. Mosa squinted as he concentrated magic between the tips of his thumb, index and middle finger.
An light blue needle of energy the size of a toothpick was formed and then faded from view. It was still there, but could only be seen by eyes that could see all the way into the Arcane spectrum. With a strong overhead throw, the needle traveled down and covered a distance of about twenty meters before it struck the dealer between the shoulder blades as he reached the end of the street. The criminal did not even flinch, in fact, he did not even seem to notice.

The projectile itself was designed for stealth tracking and produced an infinite string of arcane energy that would extend until Mosa would eventually run out of energy, which could take weeks if he did not cast any other spells considering the tiny amount of energy the spell consumed and the rate at which his energy regenerated. The target would not be able to escape his stalker now unless the invisible needle was somehow discovered and removed, or the string was cut.

The Arcane mage stealthily ran across the rooftops toward the end of the streets. Suddenly, the sound of a loud engine echoed through the neighbourhood. An armored van drifted around the corner and came to a forced halt in the center of the crossing. The dealer got in and the van raced off as fast as it had appeared.

"Shit!" Mosa exclaimed just an instant before everything turned black. The last thing he remembered was the feeling of his feet losing contact with the rooftiles and gravity greeting him as the ground prepared itself for a hard embrace.

Trase didn't have enough time at all to really speak as the two women ran off from him. It wasn't like he wanted to keep talking to them though so it did not affect him too much. It did affect the aspect that resided inside of him though. Gilgamesh wanted to know what Pantu was feeling but Trase had an objective to complete while he still could and chasing after Vierra because she was going around a city on some type of hunch. It made things worse when Pantu's voice was heard inside his own head causing Gilgamesh to become even more anxious. Trase shrugged the feeling the aspect gave him off though and continued on his own to find his target.

"Was that the woman you told all o us about, boss?" Trase heard another voice come into his head. This time it was from a magical device that Sorie had created as a way for all of Onyx Pinion to quickly communicate. He knew that Sorie would be watching over him even though he told her to stay and wait. It was what made her dependable at times but also could make her cause issues. Luckily he knew how to deal with her tendencies. He pushed lightly on the right side of his head with his finger and spoke. "Yes. She is here for some strange reason. Don't concern yourself with her though. We need to find this man before he disappears again." She did not respond but he knew to take her silence as a way of her agreeing.

He moved through the city looking for any signs of men who were affiliated with the man he was after but this caused him to find something even better. He found himself in front of a bar with multiple men thrown out across the outside of it. Bluish-white flames laid all around the area also which left a huge clue for Trase to go on. He pushed on the right side of his head again and spoke. "He is close. Keep your eyes open Sorie." He started to move and look around the area but suddenly a portal opened around him and sent him into the area Vierra had herself and the others.

Trase stumbled into the area and looked around it before his eyebrow twitched out of anger. "Gilgamesh...!" He was able to put it all together that Gilgamesh had forced him to go into this area out of his curiosity. "I have a reason to be in that city you idiot! IF we don't stop that man then things will only get worse there! There might not be a city left there or worse!" He yelled out at the aspect that forced him there. "I'm.. I'm.. Sorry but this is just as important too. This can be a way for us to find the others and get Master back!" Trase grit his teeth. "You do this again and I will rip you out of my body and give you to Pantu and Vierra to deal with like I know you fear of happening. For now though I will help you. Sorie should be able to deal with the assignment for a short time." His attention was brought to the others in the room finally. In any other group of people he would have felt more angered about the embarrassment of sounding like he was yelling at himself but with the leaf-woman and memory-less woman he felt pretty much at home with in doing that.

"Yo. Gilgamesh forced me here out of his curiosity. What is going on here?"

The wind was rushing past his body, Mosa felt it on his skin as his stomach was filled with a tingling sensation, as if butterflies were swirling around inside. However, the momentum and disoriented sense of gravity confused him. He kept falling, spinning, from one direction to the other, up to down, left to right, and the darkness spun with him. He should have hit the ground a very long time ago, but a void had swallowed him whole instead. Suddenly, the darkness instantly turned into blinding whiteness. The tingling sensation intensified and he felt the familiar rush of arcane energy, though he could tell it was not his own. The whiteness began to take form as a mist that surrounded him from all sides. Something was beyond it, Mosa felt, and he reach out the mist retreated as soon as his fingers came near. Then, a face, a smirk, rose from the fog. At the same time, while Mosa perceived the facial expression, the figure was all shadows. Then there was a sting at the base of his skull. It pierced his thoughts and visions and the pain consumed all his attention. As the pain faded, Mosa slowly opened his eyes and as the signals from his physical senses returned, he startled awake with a deep inward breath.

Mosa immediately went sprawling around the space as he tried to get up, and failed, while the adrenaline in his body dictated his flight behaviour. His mind could not understand or assess the situation he was in and there was too much sensory information to process all at once to make a decision. With his body on auto-pilot, Mosa distanced himself from the others. The Binder calmed down as soon as he breathed in several times more and his brain finally put the pieces together. The memories came back, he had been trailing one of the dealers until someone or something had knocked him off the roof. He checked himself for injuries, but all had been healed. It had been quite the fall and without any protective arcane aura, he must have suffered serious physical damage. 

"Who... Who are you people? Where is- What am I doing here? Why are you here?" The words came trembling out of his mouth in between quick deep breaths. He collected himself and allowed his body to catch up with his calmed mind. These people, whoever they were, had helped him. 

"And uhh.. Thanks..."

Trase scoffed at the woman for not answering him. It could have been obvious but he never thought of things that way because there could always be multiple things and reasons for them. He moved closer to the group, not caring at all for how they felt about him at all. He didn't waste any time to speak to the man or answer any of his questions but just listened to Vierra. "Call me what you want. That won't change that I have my own agenda that I plan to focus on in the end of things. Gilgamesh is the only reason that I am here. Nothing less. Nothing more." He made sure to chime in as he was called untrustworthy by the woman he had aligned himself with for now. He looked towards the small leaf dressed woman. He could feel something was different about her but the biggest thing that bothered him was that she did not smell anything like a human at all. What she chose to wear was a sign of this too which made him take note of her in his mind. He did not like being caught off guard by the unexpected after all.

"Vierra..." His attention lashed quickly back onto the woman as he was called a stalker by her. His red and blue eyes looked at her almost as if wanting to stare two giant holes through her. "I already said that Gilgamesh is the one who forced me here. I would not be here otherwise because I have someone that I need to find before things get any worse." Suddenly a voice rang into his head. "Bossman, I found him. What are your orders?" Sorie spoke to him through the device in his head. "Where are you?... OK. I will be there soon. Do not do anything unless you have to." He spoke out as if he was talking to a ghost that only he could hear.

He turned away from the group, not caring at all for if they had any retort for his sudden speech. "I have to be somewhere now. I have found the person I needed to find. Do not get in my way." He didn't say it out loud but he knew that they would meet again because the person he was after was a part of a group who was smuggling things into the city and nearby areas the exact way Vierra had spoke of not too long before. He did not need them to hold him back by attempting to help him. He stopped and spoke out to them again. "Do not interfere in things that do not concern you. You might get into more than you can handle otherwise." He then left the trio to decide what to do next themselves. He did not worry about Gilgamesh at all because he had already knew they would see each other again. Vierra was not the type to stop doing things out of fear.