Pushing the Sky!

[Carthrat]

Generall, this sort of spell requires the acquistion- or at least close proximity- of the item in question.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove taps his foot impatiently.

Dracos
The game is afoot!

[baka]

Fitz crosses to the shelf the radio sits on, and looks up at it, wondering whether to take it away or simply risk spelling in the open. In then end, he simply reaches up and takes it down from the shelf and walks off with it. To any interference from the kitchen staff he simply replies the he has need of it to demonstrate something to their master.

[Carthrat]

The cooks grumble loudly, but the bluff, as it were, pays off.

After all, Livingstone is not a man to be trifled with. Anyone who'd lie about having his word is *clearly* too powerful for them to deal with.

[baka]

Fitz checks whether the radio can run off batteries, and if so, plants himself in a quiet spot between the kitchen and the entranceway to begin the spell - if not, he looks for a plug socket in the same area.

[Carthrat]

The radio is battery operated, so the spell has no problems with actually working. Except, of course, that the voices are a little scratchy, but hey, it's a cheap radio.

The machine glows with a soft light as Fitz does his thing...

"I assure you, Mr. Livingstone. These people have nothing to do with us."

That's the voice of Clive, allright. Evidently, he hasn't noticed the spell yet.

"It does still seem a little *too* conveniant. My longtime rival and his compatriats just *happening* to show up on the same day as you." Livingstone sounds pertubed.

"Feel free to kill them, if you want. It means nothing to me either way.

Just remember that the Epharim want your help, Livingstone, and are willing to pay handsomly."

"I've already heard your payment." Now Livingstone is sounding snappish. "A rare treasure indeed. It will bear discussion.

You would also do well to tell me who this 'Mystrix' is. I have a feeling you know."

"Mystrix? An ally, of sorts. Perhaps I should have told you earlier, but- wait a moment."

"What is it *now*, Clive?"

"Dammit! We are being scryed! I should've guessed!"

There's a sudden surge of white noise, and the radio connection is lost.

[baka]

Fitz stands up, pushing the radio behind him out of direct view and turning to Cosgrove.

"Given how my efforts went last time, maybe I should just leave the talking to you..." he whispers.

[Dracos]

"Hum. Sloppy.  But Livingstone doesn't know anything and what little he does know, he won't have any reason to discuss with us.  Clive is the one playing games and trying to buy talent."  Cosgrove shrugged.  "Let's head out.  They can stop us if they wish.  We'll talk in the car later."

Cosgrove lead the way out.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

As the team head out, they can hear rapid footsteps from the stairwell coming towards them.

They could easily reach the car and speed off before anyone caught up, though.

[Dracos]

"I sense fun.  Or an angry Livingstone.  Both sound pretty good to my ears." Cosgrove paused, relaxing and waiting for their pursuers to catch up.

Dracos

[baka]

Fitz stops too, standing slightly behind and to the right of Cosgrove to support him, and opening himself up to the powers of his Goddess.

[Carthrat]

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" mumbles Richard. "We are sort of in his house."

[Dracos]

Cosgrove raised a 'why should I care' eyebrow at Richard.

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Clive practically falls down the stairs, whilst Livingstone approaches at a quick, precise jog.

"Fools! Can't you keep your heads out of other peoples business?" he asks, angrily, his hands beginning to crackle with power. "Livingstone, help me take care of these mongrels!"

Livingstone grins at that. It's not a nice grin.

"Deal with those two as you will," he says, obviously referring to Fitz and Richard. "But Cosgrove, my friend. I suppose there's time enough today for us to catch up. Have you improved?"

[Dracos]

"Gotten plenty of exercise, for sure, my lazy british swine." Cosgrove took a fairsized gulp of the drink he'd earlier misappropriated, not giving Livingstone much due.  "I must say, I didn't take you to be a dog of the ruskes.  Thought you had more class than that.   I suppose it is proper time for a beating.  And then some, eh?"

Cosgrove drew his blades, getting in a defensive stance for starters.  "I trust that you'll be able to keep the ruske from interfering in our fun, Fitz."

Dracos