[IC] The Order of Solomon

[TheUnknowable]

Kyle had been wondering the streets of London for hours. Luckily it wasn't late enough in the year for it to get too cold, but the fog that permeated the streets made it a bit dreary. The email he had gotten from the Prophet's Taskmaster had mentioned a heretical order in the city, but they had little information about it. It had ordered him, and several other Acolytes judging by the address bar on the message, to England to locate and study the order of Fae worshipers and inform the Prophets about them so that they could guarantee minimal casualties when eliminating the Fae group.

Without more information to go on Kyle had no choice but to search the city for some trace of the group. After two and a half hours of wondering he sensed something from a restaurant and went inside. There he grabbed a booth and looked around for the source of the feeling. When he saw the waitress near the kitchen, he knew he had located it. Fae energy came off of her in waves. She must be a member of the group, having recently used Fae magic. he assumed. He pulled out his phone and quickly emailed the other members of the order that were sent on the mission, telling them he had found a lead and sending them the address.

"What can I get you?" the waitress asked in an Irish accent when she got to his table.

"I'll have friends joining me soon, but I guess that since I'm in London I've got to order Fish n' Chips at least once, so how about that."

"You've got it." she said. After he finished his order she took it back to the kitchen and returned with a basket of fish and fries, along with a large soda. "Here's your food." she said, then pointed to his necklace. "So you're into the runes?"

"Yeah," he said, hoping to draw her in. "I've studied them a bit."

"So is it just for luck, or what?" she asked.

"Well, It was my mom's actually." He said, making up a cover story on the fly. "She was from a family of psychics. I got it when she died. My aunt told me that it would amplify my psychic powers, and I guess it's working because I just knew I needed to come in here."

She smiled. "Maybe you are psychic, then. I've got to get back to the kitchen, but I'll be back whenever your friends get here."

"Sure" Kyle said, knowing she wanted to hear more about him. "Maybe we can talk later." She nodded and walked off.

[Little Mx Inferno]

Candace felt the telltale buzz of her phone in her pocket. The security set up on it meant that the buzz was almost certainly from a member of the Order, so she reached into her jacket and pulled out her phone, leaning against the wall of a building to keep out of the way of passersby as she checked the message. Apparently one of the other acolytes had found a lead, and the restaurant was only about ten minutes walk away, so she took off at a brisk walking pace, at the same time returning her phone to her pocket and sticking her gloved hands in her pockets. She casually ignored a wolf whistle from behind her, though whether it was directed at her or not she wasn't sure and didn't particularly care. Either way it took almost exactly the amount of time she figured to reach the location sent by the other acolyte, pushing the door open and stepping inside with a few glances to take in her surroundings. It wasn't hard to spot the other acolyte in the room, even if the restaurant had been full, which it certainly wasn't. She quietly strode over to him and sat down in the chair across from him, elbows on the table with her hands tented under her chin. She spoke in a low voice, enough above a whisper as to not be suspicious, but quiet enough that it wasn't likely anyone would hear them. The demons bound to her begrudgingly informed her of the fae energy emanating from the waitress moving between tables.

"Just the one?" She asked, looking at Kyle.

[Raijinslayer]

Jackson was currently in the middle of street fight not far from the location, having the time of his life. He was holding back, so as to keep it interesting, and the guy he was facing could tell and was getting pissed off by it. Jackson's kicking of his ass with only a few hits landed on his person wasn't helping. Jackson was about to finish up the fight when he got the text, feeling the familiar buzz in his pocket. Pulling up his smartphone, he quickly checked his email, groaning when he saw the message. Duty called, unfortunately, whenever he was having fun. He put his phone back, and turned to his opponent, who had been kind enough to wait.

"Sorry about this, but I have to jet. So why don't we reschedule, oka-" Before he could finish his sentence, his opponent struck at him with a wild haymaker, which he dodged easily. He looked at the man with unrestrained anger, then struck at him with a fully unrestrained punch, knocking the punk out in one hit.

He left the man unconscious in the alley, heading towards the restaurant where the other acolytes were to gather. Entering, his eyes immediately landing on the beautiful waitress, who was currently going between tables, taking orders, looking damn good doing it. . .

And reeking of Fae energy, don't forget that.

Jackson sighed as Aphosis spoje up in his head, but the spirit was right, the girl was probably why he had been called here in the first place, what a waste. He quickly crossed over to the table where the other two were, giving both a once over, before giving them a mischievous smile, or to be specific, the beautiful woman sitting next to the scrawny looking kid.

"Hello, my name's Jackson Devani, and I must say that it is a pleasure to meet you. Both" He said, quickly adding the last part as he sat down at their table.

[The Silver Paladin]

Aaron sat in The Terminal of Louis Armstrong National Airport. He was sitting at some bar, next to a College student and his buddies who were laughing loudly and cracking Dirty Jokes directed at Aaron and the terrified girl who was the bartender. They were very obviously drunk, and reeked of Fae, or was the alcohol? Aaron couldn't tell. He took a sip of his Cherry Coke, and he pulled out his Visa Black Card. He turned to the bartender.
"Please just put it on this card." He said pulling up his Duster. The woman looked startled at seeing the Visa Black Card.
"It will be free for you sir." She said stuttering.
Aaron stood up off of his stool and started walking to security. His angel who had been bound to him by friendship whispered in his head
"Don't you dare just pass them by, Otherwise they could kill you."
"Yeah right, as if a bunch of drunk punks could kill me, a trained CIA agent." I retorted. That's when I felt it, I was being dragged.
"Let's go Pro-feet! I want to kill you!" Aaron winced, it was that college kid. Dragging him in an open airport, how did he think that was gonna fly with the TSA? ((Pun not intended xD))
Aaron started screaming "He as a bomb! He has a bomb! He's also kidnapping me!" which made some people look at him, and made the TSA come running. Aaron ran to his gate and got onto the Flight to Heathrow. not looking behind him.The rest of the flight was uneventful.

London.
Aaron's phone buzzed at the rental car place. It was a text from the order. he triangulated the signal, Got into the Rolls Royce the CIA had gotten for him, and followed the signal to a small Fish 'n Chips shop aptly named Fish 'n Ships. He stepped inside to find three other members. He straightened his duster Jacket and sat at their table.
"hey guys, how goes it? My name is Aaron White. " He said. "Waitress? Can I get some food?" His eyes turned from the waitress, to the three kids who tried to beat him up in New Orleans Entering the restaurant. "Crap!" He muttered.