marcus (_drac) wrote in cirque_rp, |
Marcus had been tasked with showing Dean The Hub and all of which it entailed. Centrally located next to the Caldron, it looked like an inauspicious, ramshackle of a garden shed from the outside. Upon opening the door and walking inside was a different matter. Bigger. So much bigger on the inside, it was an expansive room with a hybrid of magic and technology working seamlessly together to provide eyes and ears throughout the whole cirque.
He had been standing next to a large orb of pure tigers eye, presented on a pedestal, before the monitors, attempting to show Dean how the two worked together when alarms went off before switches, relays, and a lion statue of the same stone shook to life and roared at them. The sound of gunfire now being heard through a distant monitor somewhere. Marcus cursed and rotated his fingers around the orb next to him and causing for the view on the screen to flash through different locations in a blur before stopping at the gates and watching two armed men laying fire upon the booths and civilians running everywhere for cover. The Lions were already at work, one jumping to take down a shooter but the gunmen were just cover-fire, eight more flooded into The Tunnel.
"Son of a fucking bitch." Marcus walked over to a control panel and placed his right hand on a cut slab of obsidian and focused on the screen showing The Tunnel. He was muttering something rhythmic, his attention growing intense, as heat seemed to build up around him. From the screen, Dean would be able to see The Tunnel's lighting going dim and even changing colors to a throbbing red. It looked as if five of the attackers were now trapped inside of The Tunnel a long with a few unawares customers, but left three have made it through and spilling into the Midway.
They had been breached.
Marcus cussed again, moving away from the now humming piece of obsidian before turning to the lion and giving it a nod. It blitzed The Hub's door with a roar, it swung wildly open for the full sized statue of smooth finished stone. As the lion had made its exit, the witch turned to his own military friend and gestured for him to follow toward a door with a large button next to it.
"Let's get you dressed for the party, shall we?" He mashed the button with the flat of his palm and the pocket door slid open revealing a walk-in room with semi-automatic rifles and any ammo, magical or not, one could think of.