Sunday Bloody Sunday

[Bjorn]

Following instructions, Cadfaels sits down and buckles up.

[Carthrat]

A loud, electrical-sounding crackle can be heard- but it's not coming from the car, it's coming from somewhere outside.

Meanwhile, the mechanic revs the engine, and accelerates. Lightning sheaths the car again, and it plows over the Cabalist, through the wall of the house, and into the street. With expert control, the mechanic swerves the car back around towards the alley. As he does, Cadfael can see that the Cabalists still on the street aren't completely shellshocked by the appearance of the car; in fact, a couple of them have started to cast spells.

[Bjorn]

With practiced efficiency, Cadfael pulls out a notepad and sketches the simple lines of the Singing Stone rune.  "Cover your ears," he advises, then rolls down the car's window, drops the rune outside, and activates it.

[Carthrat]

A loud blasting sound is heard, and Cadfael gets a glimpse of a couple of Cabalites tripping over their own spells. No time for a good look, though; in a second, the car is back in the alley, and Barry is climbing in the other side, holding his ears.

"Ow," he comments.

[Bjorn]

There doesn't really seem to be a lot to say that, so Cadfael doesn't.  Instead, he looks at the driver.

[Carthrat]

The driver is busy fiddling with knobs, dials, and levers. He rips the car out of the alley (causing a fireball to miss), and steamrolls his car over the stationary sedan, leaving the now-berefit of transportation Cabalites to scratch their heads.

"Right. This had better work," comments the driver, pushing a final button. Lightning streaks about the car, rendering sight of the outside world impossible! The light becomes so bright, the mere use of your eyes is painful.

And just as abruptly as it began... it stops! Your eyes ache (as does your stomach), but nonetheless, it's a treat to see that you're in an empty parking lot, in the daytime, in what looks to be some Asian country, judging by all the weird neon signs about that use strange characters.

[Bjorn]

"Where?" Cadfael inquires, craning his head around to get a better look.

[Carthrat]

"Our office, in Japan," replies Barry, hopping out. "At least, that's where we *should* be." He narrows his eyes at the driver-guy.

"Hey, I swear it worked this time!" he replies, angrily.

[Bjorn]

Listening to their bickering quietly, Cadfael covertly sketches the Mystic Sight rune on his palm with the sharpie he had yet to put away, before taking a look around, both to take a closer look at the occupants of the car, and to see what there is around them.

[Carthrat]

The car has magic around it, but there's not enough time to determine what it is before the driver turns it off, and the magic dissapates.

Barry himself has no magic about him whatsoever. The ponytailed guys, however, have the standard image of a mage; a slight tingling about them, but no overt power... yet, anyway.

The parking lot is behind a tall skyscraper, and it's difficult to make out the sign on the top from your almost-verticle angle- as well as the fact that it's in another language. It's a fairly modern looking building, too, with what looks to be modern design and fittings. There's a couple of doors into the building, and you can vaugely make out reception desks behind them. The building doesn't appear to be magical at all.

[Bjorn]

"Office?" Cadfael prompts.

[Carthrat]

"Yeah," replies Barry, shrugging. "It's as good a name as any, really. Come on, let's go."

He hops out the car, and starts walking towards one of the doors.

[Bjorn]

Cadfael follows his lead, getting out of the car to stand somewhat awkwardly, looking about, before setting out after Barry, with head bowed and shoulders hunched as his eyes dart nervously about.  One hand drifts into his pocket, to hover over the prepared runes he's carrying.

[Carthrat]

"You're not hurt or anything, right? Hungry? Thirsty? Tired?" asks Barry, as he waves at the receptionist and heads into an elevator.

[Bjorn]

"No," Cadfael replies succintly.

He can't help but look around -- office buildings have never been the sort of place that really encouraged his presence.