Pushing the Sky!

[baka]

"Take that thing with you," Fitz sneers, nodding to the golem.

[Carthrat]

Clive curses, and with a snap of his fingers, the golem disintegrates. He storms out the mansion, looking *very* pissed off.

Livingstone rolls his eyes. "Honestly, Cosgrove. Now, tell me why you decided to barge in on my house with your friends again. And you had better make it good."

[Dracos]

OOC: Try fourty seven.
IC:

"Friends?  Anyhow, I was following leads.  Some big organization hunting supernatural stuff came after me and managed to gun me down, pissing me off but good.  When I managed to slip their grasp, I swiped some box they were all in a-titter about and figured I'd see what was going on.  Inside of it was some heavily enchanted copy of your crest.  So I headed on over here in case you knew something about it and well, since it's been reasonably long since I last worked at riding the world of your presence."

Dracos
There, not good, but THERE

[Carthrat]

"That dratted-," mutters Livingstone, cursing. "I'm sure it's that idiot Clive's fault.

Not that I'd help you if I could, but I really can't. I know Clive is some mage; a priest, you said? Something like that. The details don't concern me. He wanted my money, as I recall, and was offering all and sundry for it.

I'd never give a crest away, though. Not a Livingstone would! They're protected, you know- they only release themselves from their owner when the owner is defeated in a fair fight.

And as loathe as I am to admit it, the only people on Earth with even the slightest chance to manage that are the spawn of your misbegotten ancestors," he finishes, snorting.

[Dracos]

Cosgrove jotted down the address of that tower on a bit of paper, handing it to livingstone.  "In case you feel curious on why some folks were dancing around with your crest.  Here's where they were set up.  Now, since it's far too late to pick up that fight.  I'm going to go see how fast Clive can run. Good day."

Cosgrove turned, heading to leave and back to the car.

Dracos

[baka]

"Thanks," Fitz said, nodding to Livingstone. "I'd be careful with Clive's sort in future. You can't trust them."

With that, he set off after Cosgrove.

[Carthrat]

"Don't get yourself killed, Cosgrove," says Livingstone, shaking his head. "That sole right belongs to me!"

Richard gives Livingstone an odd look, and scoots off after Cosgrove and Co.

<->

As Cosgrove, Fitz and Richard reach their economy car, they can see another crappy-looking car leave Livingstone's side gate. It's impossible to tell if it's Clive or not, but given the time involved in leaving, it probably is.

"I don't know how much this thing can take," notes Richard, shaking his head as he starts up the engine. "How're we going to do this? I don't think ramming them is really an option."

[baka]

"Follow him, find out where he's heading?" suggests Fitz. "Might be better than jumping straight into a fight with him."

[Carthrat]

"Yeah," notes Richard. "We can do that when he's got with all his buddies, eh, Fitz? Cosgrove?"

With that, Richard pulls the car into gear and starts off after Clive's car. He keeps the car back a fair bit, but he's no expert tail; if the group is unlucky, Clive could spot them.

The countryside is fairly placid, and it's still early afternoon. Clouds begin to gather overhead, however, and, just as the city of Edinburgh is seen over the crest of a hill...

...Clive's car stops. Looks like a flat tyre. Richard keeps on driving, not wanting to give himself away- but it is indeed Clive who gets out, and can be seen kicking his car...

[Dracos]

"Stop.  Enough with the bumbling spy bit.  I will just ask him a few questions and get the answers I want. Block off his car with yours so he can't drive it off even if he gets the tire."  Cosgrove waits for Richard to do so.

Dracos

[baka]

"Alright. We won't get a better chance than this, let's do it."

[Carthrat]

Richard nods, sliding his car around to a halt.

"I wonder what he popped it on?" he comments. "Eh. Slash his other tyres for good measure, will you?"

[Dracos]

Cosgrove stepped out, walking around behind Clive, positioning himself within easy range to slam clive against the car if he begins any spell casting. "Pity 'bout that tire really.  Maybe I can help you out."

Dracos

[Carthrat]

Clive looks up.

"You!" he shouts, pulling out a knife and wildly slashing across with it.

Cosgrove figures he could take him out easy.

If he only had one leg.

And was blind.

[Dracos]

"Be careful, you might break something." Cosgrove shifted, dodging the wild slash and lashing out with his hands, grabbing and breaking the offending hand holding the dagger.

Dracos