IC - Axis Umbra

[Curren]

I'll keep looking for Frank:

Magic + Perception of 11 9 5 5 5 5 5 4 3 3 2 2 2 1 : 8 Hits

[Drake]

3 Blocks of damage each.
Make further Charisma + Will + GoI & Logic+Perception rolls?

Charisma + Will + GoI: 8 7 5 5 5 5 5 5 etc (7 hits)
Logic+Perception: 9 5 etc (2 hits)

The falling, limp form of Frank suddenly had a million points of reference available to his particular brand of senses.
Without the need to see he could sense the many small bits of metallic substance flowing with the spin of the tornado. He knew he was falling, and he knew he had to stop. So he did. With a thought that has become almost second nature he grabbed hold of the metal rings sewn into his clothes and simply stopped himself falling. Then he moved. He could sense the still eye of the hurricane about which all the metal revolved, and with another thought dragged himself into the tranquil eye.
But the eye didn't stay tranquil for long. Opening his eyes Frank saw the tumultuous cylinder drop away beneath his feet, and saw the vibrant blue legs of the lightning spider as it charged up the inside walls to greet him.
"Lightning, meet Mr Faraday, Mr Faraday meet Mr Lightning" muttered Frank as he pulled all available metals towards him. With a swift gesture of his hands the debris formed into a number of rings and looped around him like a gyroscope, just as the lightning reached him. The electrical tendrils arced off the makeshift sphere angrily. Drake smiled a smug smile, safe in the Faraday Cage. The electricity passed all around the sphere, but as Frank wasn't touching the cage, the lightning couldn't reach him.
After only a few seconds the lightning flashed brighter, then dissipated.
Feeling refreshed Drake collapses the makeshift cage and shoots up the eye of the hurricane, dragging any metal debris within range as he goes. He rises like a rocket, away from the dust clouds pulling fragments of metal into his wake.
"CURREN!" yells Drake, more mentally than physically, trying to sense the astral armour of his shipmate.

[arcanus]

A rotating field of metal seemed to ward Drake from the worst as he floated above the eye, it was then that he sensed a glimmer.
Turning he saw his friend similarly floating but closer to the eye.
The tornado convulsed, the column almost seeming to belch, before suddenly drawing in a huge breath, an inhalation that sucked both of the Soldiers into the column of brown stained wind.

Drake: 2 Further blocks of damage.

[Curren]

'Awe Shiiiiiiiiiit!' Curren shouts as he's sucked into the vortex.

Activate my initiate sheilding.

Can I spot Frank, and can I get to him using my celerity?

[arcanus]

Only Currens Accelerity allowed him to reverse some measure of the momentum, exerted upon his astral form.
As through pure Metamagical Willforce he hovered within the tornado walls, casting his vision through the stinging dust, finally he spies his friend falling through the column, a cloud of counter rotating particles flowing around him like a metal sphere.

Drake controlled his descent, however descend he did, having set up a sphere of metallic dust in an alternate flow to the wind, he slid down the column as if participating in some demented roller coaster ride.

[arcanus]

Both make an Initiative+Grade of Initiation roll & a Charisma+Willpower+GOI roll.
Curren: Metaskill+Willpower
Drake: Intuition+Sorcery

[Curren]

Both make an Initiative+Grade of Initiation roll & a Charisma+Willpower+GOI roll.

11 10 8 8 7 7 5 and change for this 9 hits

Metaskill+Willpower

1 success of 7 for this

[Drake]

Both make an Initiative+Grade of Initiation roll & a Charisma+Willpower+GOI roll.

Drake: Intuition+Sorcery

Right you are...

Initiative+Grade of Initiation: 13 5 4 4 3 2 (3 Hits)
Charisma+Willpower+GOI: 10 8 5 5 4 4 4 4 3 3 3 3 3 2 (5 Hits)
Intuition+Sorcery: 7 5 5 4 4 3 3 2 2 2 (3 Hits)

[arcanus]

Both take 2 blocks of damage.
Can you let me know what your damage levels currently are?
Your condition moniters are astrally: 8+1/2 Willpower

Both Soldiers descend down the column, despite their relative protective measure the sheer fury of the debris still strikes, opening wounds or leaving large bruises, before they crash to the ground.

***
Curren stands upon a large desert' its sand a darker more ochre colour, lines of what appear to be pale chalky bricks form patterns through the surface of the sand.
As Curren looks across the landscape he sees that these brick formations extend for considerable distance.

***
Wincing with the pain, Frank Drake pulls his head from a cold stone floor.
He appears to be in a tunnel or old passage, although the absence of light prevents him from making a great deal out, the stone is cold but dry, the air cool but relatively fresh.

[Drake]

Both take 2 blocks of damage.
Can you let me know what your damage levels currently are?
Your condition moniters are astrally: 8+1/2 Willpower

Drake has taken 9 blocks out of a total of 13. 4 blocks left

I'm guessing we've been seperated?
Maybe as we were both looking for different facts our paths have split to show us our respective answers?

Can Frank astrally perceive in this place? Is there any hint of metal on his senses?