Slade breathed heavily, relaxing slightly as his matter used the momentary blink of 'peace' to concentrate on recreating some matter, he might need it later... Chimaera was happily chirping away just as the roof impacted violently. Crouching reflexively Slade span to catch the glimpse of a pitch black blade protruding from where the once clean roof should have been.
"How the hell..?!" He heard something Chimaera yelled but couldn't focus on the sound, he was too distracted by the deep black blade. Before it fully registered the blade shot, screeching and screaming, down the length of the roof, a low sunlight pouring in from the frayed strip attempting to split the roof in two.

As the knife zipped over Slade's head he instinctively ducked and span, his training from the Kabal kicking in without conscious provocation. Slade paused, his head cocked slightly with mouth agape in wonderment as a pair of skinny legs dangled inbetween the open rear doors of the vehicle. He heard another yell from Chimaera as the van lurched noisily around a sharp bend.

Shouldering the side of the van as Slade looked for support from the momentum his open mouth flicked back to its familiar grin. Like a cat to string he grabbed a leg with his left hand and yanked as hard as he, and his machine-systems, could do so without losing balance.
"Cat's got your tail!" Slade bellowed as he pulled hard on the assailant.
In theory the kid would end up dangling upside down in the mercy of a sadistic car... even if this didn't happen Slade was going to make sure the lackey was sobbing for mummy before the end of this getaway!

Isabel wasn't all that surprised that her phone began ringing. She was called on often enough that she'd learned to keep it on and charged at all times. She was, however, a little surprised to see that the call was from Syn. It wasn't often that the dark girl contacted Isabel directly. It was more common that another Order member or Lisa would be calling or sending a message. Flipping the phone open, she participated in the briefest of conversations made up of the bare minimum of details, orders to follow, and agreement to do so before the phone was shut once more and tucked back into the pleats of her skirt. She was on her feet and moving almost immediately after. However, it took a little longer for her mind to process what had happened and where she was going. The Golden Doors were gone. That's what she'd been told. But not just gone; Stolen. Someone had stolen the infamous doors, and were on their way to an undetermined destination with them. Someone had gone after them. One of the Order members, though she'd not gotten a name. She would be after them shortly as well, once she got to the Garage. She knew there were two thieves and they were in a vehicle, the Sanctuary's cameras having caught that much. She'd never catch them on foot in that case, and as such she'd need a little mechanical assistance. Already she was bristling and the sheer audacity the thieves had. How dare they steal something from the Sanctuary? How dare they take something from her home? She was going to catch up to those thieves, and she was going to show them just how personally she took the theft. They were as good as dead.

Skidding to a not-quite-stop she tumbled through the door of the garage, hitting the code in the key pad that would cause the doors to the street to open and quickly moving toward the parked vehicles. Swinging one leg up and over, she brought one of the motorcycles upright, kicking up the kickstand and using a bone from her finger to create a key for the machine, fitting it into the ignition and starting it up. A bike would provide her with the open space that was best suited to using her mutation, rather than the enclosed interior of a car. She planned on doing serious damage to the pair of idiots once she caught up to them. The minute the engine roared to life, she slammed the bike into movement, exiting the garage and screeching out into the street, following both the skid marks and the vague direction of the thieves' escape she'd been given. It wasn't too hard to figure out the general direction she should be heading in. The disrupted traffic was a good enough sign. They would need to be in a hurry to get away, after all. Eagerly she accelerated, determined to push the bike to its top speeds as she weaved in and out of the disjointed lines of traffic, one hand reaching back into the pleats of her skirt at the same time to retrieve her phone once more. Punching in one of the numbers programmed to speed-dial, she brought the phone up to her ear, only half way paying attention to the muted ringing that sounded from the device. Every Order member was given a phone so they could be reached, and she knew of a certain giant that could be a big help in such a situation, especially when it came to stopping a vehicle and transporting the doors back to their rightful place. "Bacchus!" she called, speaking up in order to be heard over the noise of the wind and the engine once the phone had been picked up. "We've got a big problem here. The front doors have been stolen, and you'd better got your ass out here to help retrieve them. Just follow the car wrecks outside and you'll be on the right track." And with that, she folded the phone shut and tucked it away. Now he just needed wrecks to follow. Simple. Allowing several spikes to protrude from her body, she shot them randomly from her person and into the cars she passed, popping tires, smashing windows, and impaling drivers at random. And repeat. She grinned at the sound of screeching tires and crunching metal. Now she just had to catch up with her newest playmates.

Things were going from bad to worse for Shade. Maybe, the roof of a car wasn't the best place to teleport on to, especially when it was flying down the road at an incredible speed. With the shade of the building now gone, the thefts in the stolen van seemed to noticed that they had picked up an unexpected passenger and were doing their best to rid themselves of it.

The tires screeched painfully as the vehicle tried desperately to turn at such a high rate of speed. Shade felt his legs slide involuntarily across the roof as his death grip on the knife barely managed to keep him from crashing to the pavement below. Suddenly, he felt the grip of a metallic hand clamp onto his left leg followed by a pull beyond the strength of any human. Although Shade's already weaken grasp couldn't have held the dagger for long, it never got the chance. The three seconds of sunlight caused Shade's handhold to disappear in a whisp of black smoke, sending Shade off the side of the van towards the black pavement below. More out of reaction then thought, another dagger materialized into Shade's right hand as he swung his arm back towards the car in hopes of slowing his fall. Instead the dagger's point was aimed directly at the shoulder of metallic man whose hand was around Shade's ankle.

Hylonme had been sleeping, standing up as usual, when something happened. Hylonme was a light sleeper, always had been, and the slight clink-de-clank of metal woke her and put her instantly on the alert. Always before in her experience that metal-on-metal sound had been associated soon after with guns, humans, and death. So much death. Death to her herd, her friends. Alert and afraid, she pulled on her upper-body wrap, and, slinging her bow and quiver of arrows over her shoulder, she trotted catiously out her door and down the hall.

Hearing some more slight noise from the front of the sanctuary, Hylonme made a turn and started heading towards the reception area, where Lisa would surely be ready and waiting, and able to tell Hylonme what happened. Just as Hylonme took the last few steps into the reception area, the sound of squeeling tires filled the air, and off took a speeding van. Lisa was laying, comatose, on the desk. Without thinking to check for breathing or a pulse, rage filled Hylonme. The order was her herd, and they had killed a herd member, the first Hylonme had met. Whoever they were, they were going to pay.

She ran out of the door, passed the lack of Golden Gates without noticing it, and began to sprint at the height of her speed down the street, following the increasingly loud sounds of the van. In this, her thouroghbred heritage shone through, and within thirty seconds she was within sight range of the van. Another ten, and she was within bow range. The man hanging from the roof was a prime target, but he didn't really seem like much of a threat at the moment, and he almost looked like he was fighting the two people inside. So, Hylonme took aim at the bird-like driver of the vehicle. From what she had gathered, the car needs a driver to go. She certainly hoped so, and as she was gaining on the car her endurance began to waver. She couldn't hold the pace for much longer, so she might not have many shots.

Taking careful, precise, steady aim on her target through the open back doors of the van, Hylonme fit an arrow to the string, pulled back, and released, then again, and again, sending three arrows speeding towards the bird-man within the space of four seconds.

Bacchus finally got to sleep after a ling day when his phone started to ring, “Someone better be dying to call me right now,” mumbled Bacchus as he picked up the phone. “H-Hello?”

"Bacchus!"

Bacchus snapped up from his bed as he heard Isabel’s voice on the other line. “What’s up?” asked Bacchus as smoothly as he could while half asleep.

"We've got a big problem here. The front doors have been stolen, and you'd better got your ass out here to help retrieve them. Just follow the car wrecks outside and you'll be on the right track.

‘So’ thought Bacchus as he rose from bed, but then it clicked, those doors were made of gold…if he could some how get them before… ‘No can’t do that to Isabel, she would be upset and not to mention their goes the free room and bored…” Bacchus got dressed as he decided to go after the doors it was the least he could do seeing as he was living there for free. Bacchus ran through the door and down the hallway like a bulldozer pushing people out of the way as he called out, “Pain Train coming! Move it or lose it.” After hearing a few screams of protest Bacchus was already in the door way of the garage, ‘Need to get there fast’ Bacchus looked around and saw a pretty nice looking motor cycle and ran to it and kicked the kickstand and took off… about fifteen feet from the garage doors Bacchus leaned back to far as the bike and him ended up doing a flip in the air which resulting in him not only bending the bike but seriously denting it and scratching it…”Whoops” said Bacchus as he got up and looked at the bike… ”Like that when I found it.”

Bacchus took off running in the opposite direction Bacchus tried to expand his legs making them double in size so he could try cutting the time it would be to follow Isabel and the Golden doors. The legs grew and Bacchus took off after a few steps Bacchus’s left leg shrunk back to normal size as he was coming down on it and fell flat on his face. Resulting in a small face indent in the ground, “come on not now…” Bacchus shrunk his other leg as he was getting a little upset with his abilites for the first time in a few weeks, “Working great and out of no where you decided to zonk out on me…” muttered Bacchus as he walked over to a car with a driver who was impaled in the skull with a bone. “move over mate I’m driving…” Bacchus shoved the guy over into the passengers seat as he put a nice white Pontiac G6 in drive. “Powers ain’t working but at least I’ll get there in style,” muttered Bacchus as he turned on the radio. Changing the station to rock station Bacchus gunned the engine as he focused on his powers trying to make the body of the vehicle denser making it less prone to damage while he was driving, “Hope I’ll get there in time…”

Syn was working hard in the Training Room both in her physical prowess and her mutation power. With her brother being gone she wanted to be sure she could handle herself in a fight better than she used to. She had the strength but she wanted to improve her skill. When pushing her powers to their limits she noticed something if only for a brief moment. Somehow she lost her pheremone power and in it's place it looked like she grabbed her target with some sort of energy, but then it flittered out leaving Syn breathing heavily.

It was at this time that she was resting when her phone rang. The device stopped by the time she reached it however a message was left by Shade. 'We have a problem' he said. Syn wondered what kind of problem he was having. Syn attempted to call Shade back but there was no answer. Next she called Isabel. "Isabel do you know what's going on with Shade?"

Well, well, well. Somehow, Chimera had been expecting a hornet's nest. What they were getting instead was the whole petting zoo.

Puppy was dangling by his foot, whimpering with a few cute knife stabs.

Pony princess was galloping gracefully up from behind.

And back in that sudden rash of car crashes, Chimera sensed a bone fish on a motorcycle at work. The ribbon trailing in the wind behind her, flapping in time to the crashes and brake squeals and blaring horns, was like the zoo's rallying banner. It really did put the love of life into a crow man; especially since it sent the thrill of death up his feathered spine.

There even seemed to be a car in the distance behind her, that was determined to drive through the mess she had left in her wake.

Well, well, well. The crow man grinned. "Slade, I think they're on to--urk."

Three arrows, impacting in four seconds. They came from the open rear doors. Arrow the first: a sharp impact into his left shoulder, as he moved his hand carelessly out from behind the seat to shift into a higher gear. Arrows the second and third: straight through the windshield, as the crow man instinctively ducked and curled. Arrow the fourth: came to a quivering stop in the steering wheel. Meep. Meep, and a chortled cackle.

"You know, Slade," he said, keeping his ducked position, so that the seat largely shielded him from any more arrows from behind, and only his eyes peered out above the steering wheel. "I think that pony's got a kick." His shoulder hung uselessly at his side, blood lightening his black feathers. It would be fantastic to heal it. But at this speed, taking his other hand off the wheel to pull that arrow out might not be the best idea in the world. Theoretically, he could survive a car crash. But it wasn't a theory he was looking to test, and it would rather spoil the fun.

The Mansion, after all, was drawing close. The crow man's beak opened again, in that avian smile. Now. How could momma duck lose her fluffy followers on the road?

Sebastian heard light footsteps going past his doorway. Light feet first, then hooves, then heavy sounding feet. One person running could be normal, but three individuals all headed in the same direction at such a pace meant something was afoot. Curiously he poked his horned head out of his doorway just in time to see a flash of cloth disappearing around the corner at the end of the hall. It wasn't everyday that one could hear the pitter patter of feet in any kind of a hurry around here. The unicorn man decided to check it out.

He followed where he thought was the direction everyone had been hurrying towards, which was down to the main entryway to the shelter. He didn't find the scurriers, but he did find a very odd situation, worthy perhaps of causing people to scurry about. Three things were out of place. Two of them were the Ghiberti style doors that normally covered the portals to the Sanctuary, and the other was the receptionist, Lisa, who was still hunched over her desk where she had been left to slumber.

Sebastian didn't worry too much about the cold winter sunbeams streaming into the hall, but he was worried about Lisa. He bent over her and felt her neck for a pulse. He was not surprised to feel the bitter tingle of cold at his fingertips as his healing power activated. There was some sort of toxin in her bloodstream keeping her from waking, floating where his tingling energies couldn't reach it as easily as if it were a superficial wound. Certainly, she would awaken of her own accord after a few hours time, for there was nothing significantly wrong with her. Even knowing this, Sebastian chose to intervene in her drug induced slumber. After all, he was the Sanctuary's resident healer. He hadn't had anyone to heal since he had moved into the Sanctuary, which meant that he wasn't giving back equally to the home and the group of mutants that had sheltered him when no others would do so.

The horned man glanced around Lisa's desk for something sharp, a letter opener or a pen, but found none, as the secretary's desk was immaculately clean on the surface and he didn't dare search through her desk drawers (the woman would probably rather remain unconscious than have someone trespass through her belongings). His horn wouldn't do either, for though it was remarkably sharp it would heal the wound too quickly. Finally, after finding no other alternative, he positioned the tip of his finger between his canines and bit down as hard as he could until he could taste his own silvery blood. Healer or not, it really hurt. White hot pain shot up his arm as burning cold sparks rushed downward toward his fingertip. Tears wavered at the corners of his eyes, uninvited guest.

Quickly, before his finger could mend itself, Sebastian stuck his finger in the Lisa's mouth and carefully closed her lips around it with his other hand. Even in her unconscious state, she would automatically swallow after a few moments, which would disperse the antitoxin throughout her system where it could counteract whatever drug had caused her unnatural slumber.

A few moments later, the fastidious receptionist was blinking her eyes open, none the wiser about Sebastian's method or reviving her. Moments after she had awakened once more, she was on her feet asking questions in a manner that was more demand and less request:

“How long have I been out? Has anyone informed Syn about the theft? Have the thieves been apprehended?”

Sebastian crossed his arms in response, “I think the others went after the thieves, I heard a lot of running anyway. You, however, need to stop worrying about it right now and go lie down to rest. You've been attacked and all this,” he waved his now completely healed hand indicating the entire scene of the crime, “is not good for your health.”

Lisa glared at him, daring him to force her to do anything. It was a ferocious glare, of a variety that would make even the bravest of young warriors run for cover and whimper for their mothers. Luckily, Sebastian was no young warrior, but a veteran healer and he had seen this type of glare before. It was the glare of a patient without the patience for recuperating, one that said I'm perfectly fine, so don't you tell me to rest. He returned the look with narrowed eyes and a raised eyebrow that said indicated he would have no excuses.

“Leave your communication machine here, and go to the infirmary for a well deserved rest. Doctor's orders.”

Lisa set her cell phone none too gently in Sebastian's outstretched hand with a hmph. Then she stormed off in the direction of the infirmary to fume, leaving Sebastian at the front desk, guarding the gaping opening where the front doors used to stand so proudly. He would wait and see what happened next. It seemed that the theft of the symbolic portals would incite quite a few of the inhabitants the resided within them. Some sort of scuffle seemed inevitable. If the unicorn man was correct, his healing abilities would come in handy very shortly.

...And then there were many! It seemed the order clan had finally managed to catch up with the brave van-stabbing lackey. When Slade had yanked the order member's leg he'd obviously held delusions of grandeur, of a sobbing lackey having his body shrapnelled into a bloody contortion due to his being dropped off the back of a van at breakneck speeds. Unfortunately it was never to be... As Slade yanked the leg he saw, in glorious slow motion, the order lackey tumbling and writhing to his demise with arms flailing in desperation. Then an arm connected with Slade's shoulder and everything painfully changed.

The pitch black knife had been driven between what amounted to Slade's shoulder connections, not close to severing the connection entirely but wedging itself painfully into Slade's metallic body. In a split second Slade had become attached to his thought-doomed adversary, not the delusion Slade had previously held! Slade howled in pain, swiftly growling into a yell of anger. Instinctively grabbing the lackey's under-arm with his left arm before the shock took hold he flung the assailant bodily into the side of the van, he span with the throw to face the hopefully injured and disorientated lackey and activated his highbeams located on his chest.

If the stalker thought lighting up the lackey would work then by hell Slade was going to try it. Slade's head was pounding, that hit had certainly taken Slade by surprise! He didn't think with the injury that he'd be able to use his pistol effectively, not yet anyway. This unfortunately meant that for the now car-stabbing lackey Slade would have to pummel the f*cker. And yet, once again unforeseen events stayed his retribution, A catatonic explsion of glassfollwed by shrill, bird-like screams pressed Slade into looking up for Chimaera.
"Chimaera? What happened? Chimaera?!"
He heard a diminuitive reply, at least he was conscious/ Blood had splashed the interior of the driver's door and the van seemed to be swerving slightly. Chimaera had been hit. Slade swore and returned to the pressing matter of a staboholic that needed some well-deserved rehab...

There were some good things and there were some bad things about riding around on the outside of a speeding van. One thing was that you were skidding along the highway, ripping yourself to pieces. Another was you didn't have to chase after somebody when you were attached to their get-away van. The bad things were, for one, the fact that while all of your body was not dragging on the assphault rode, your legs were skidding painfully across the black top. Another bad thing was you had to deal with a huge robotic man that throws you into the side of the van after you stab him in the shoulder. At least, it had slowly the skidding of the legs for a short time. Finally and probably the worst thing was having to avoid the other cars on the road. At the present time, Shade had managed to avoid three cars that the van had sped by and half of a large truck. So now his left leg was screaming in pain as it was dragged along next to the van.

Suddenly, the sun became a distant, twinkling star compared to the intense light shining two feet away from Shade's face. Spots appeared across the hooded man's vision as he tried to focus, but the only thing he could see was a blaze of white. The dazed Shade blindly tried to grab onto a part of the car with his free hand in an attempt to regain some clarity. However, he missed the handle of the van's door by a good foot. Off balance and unable to see, Shade could do little to stop himself from falling to the black pavement as his sweating grasp slipped from the knife wedged in the mechanical man's shoulder.

Pushing the machine to its limits, Isabel was rapidly gaining on the van, much to her devilish delight. It was fairly easy to identify this vehicle as the offending one, since a familiar hooded figure was hanging dangerously from the roof, a large metal man was doing his best to shake off the shadow mutant, and the back doors were open to reveal the gold of the two doors as they glinted in the brief flashes of sunlight. The unpleasant memories of the Stalkers she had dealt with during Registration stubbornly buzzed around in her head at the sight of the metal giant, successfully distracting her mind and causing the bike to waver for a brief moment before she snapped back to reality and brought the vehicle back under control. It was probably safe to assume that the metal mutant had something to do with the doors' removal. He was made of moving metal parts from the look of it, and she didn't doubt that he had the engineering knowledge and the strength to move the two large structures. He could be a problem in a fight, but every metal contraption had a tool that could take it apart. Isabel was determined to see what kind of can opener she could concoct to rip the mutant apart once she caught up to them. The kid definitely wasn't the same as a Stalker, at least not from the look of him, but that wouldn't stop her from misplacing some of the rage meant for the serpentine buckets of bolts that she'd stored away in the back of her mind. They had been one of the few creatures that had successfully detained her, and probably the only creatures she hated more than humans. This kid was just unfortunate that he resembled the metal lizards enough for the satisfaction of Isabel's mind. She'd enjoy tearing him apart.

It wasn't too long before she heard the roar of a second engine, along with the unusual beat of what sounded like feet on the pavement behind her and gaining. Only briefly she glanced over her shoulder, grinning widely to see that Bacchus had been able to follow her minor path of destruction in order to find her and the thieves. The Centaur woman, she didn't recognize at all. However, she seemed to be on their side from the way she took aim and attacked the van. That was good enough for Isabel. The more, the merrier, just so long as she got to have her share of the fun. It just seemed like her fun would be delayed for a bit, her attention having to divert to her phone when she finally heard it ringing over the growling engine. Distractedly she fished it out of her pocket and flipped it open, her mind too occupied to wonder why Syn hadn't gotten the details of the issue yet. "A couple of fools managed to get their hands on the doors out front and are making a break for it. I've got Bacchus with me in pursuit, as well as another mutant, though I don't recognize her. And at the moment Shade seems to be hanging off the side of a van, Syn," she replied, trapping her cell phone between her ear and her shoulder so she could make use of both her hands. She didn't like Shade's predicament one little bit. There was no doubt in her mind that he'd be getting hurt if he couldn't get his footing somehow, and she was fully prepared to blame that on the thieves in the van. Bad luck for them that she was the vengeful type. Even more unlucky that she was the type to protect her own with a dangerous ferocity. If Shade got too banged up because of them, in her mind she'd have no choice but to either kill or severely maim them. It was how she operated, after all. You hurt one of her family members, you can bet that she's going to look for retribution, and she was hardly ever fair about it.

She nearly dropped her phone when she saw what looked like headlights flash to life from the metal kid's chest. Was he supposed to be a kid or a car? Her attention, however, quickly snapped over to Shade, who was obviously the mobile bucket's intended target. "Shit," she hissed, momentarily forgetting that Syn was on the other end of the line, immediately slamming on the brakes when she saw her companion hit the pavement like a sack of potatoes. That was not good at all. As far as she knew, Shade didn't have any kind of protection other than the old hooded sweatshirt that he always wore, and when put against moving pavement, the pavement always won. Isabel didn't want to pass the shadowy figure and leave him out in the street, which is why she'd hit the brakes, planning to turn the bike in the right direction once Shade had stopped rolling. "We might need a medic out here, Syn," she commented, remembering that her phone was still on and that Syn was wanting to know what was happening. "Our shadowy friend just took a nasty spill. I don't know the extent of the damage, but I plan to find out," she continued, ditching the bike as she hopped off the machine, leaving it to fall and slide to a stop wherever it pleased, heading over to meet Shade. "What is it you want us to do?"

What Isabel said back to Syn caused the girl to drop her towel she planned to use after her shower. Someone stole the golden doors? Who could do such a thing and why would they want to? "Any idea who's responsible yet Isabel?" Syn continued to get her shower ready in her room as she set the conversation to carry on over the intercom.

Confusion filled the girl as she tried to think of who would even want the golden doors. Everyone knows they belong to Sanctuary, and in the mutant community they know the doors belong to the Order. Isabel shouted and Syn could hear commotion. Isabel spoke up once more and relayed the incident Shade had just gone through.

The hot water felt great and relaxing on Syn's body. She stretched slowly feeling her muscles pull then relax. "Alright Issy, if Shade isn't too badly hurt I'd like him to keep following the thieves as best he can and report back to us what he finds. As for everyone else that's out there have them come back here and we'll figure out what to do. I believe there is a new resident here by the name of Hylomne. She looks like a centaur. If you see her please make sure she comes along as well. I'm not sure who has the balls to sign their own death warrants but so be it."

After drying off Syn got dressed in a black long sleeve shirt with patterns that look like slashes made in red. The pants are black with red seems and a skull and cross bones on the right thigh. Once she got her all black combat boots on Syn headed for the cathedral to await the others.

((ooc: Continued at Raina's Birthday Party then, eh? Let's smash us some presents, and some X-faces! Bonus points if you use the later to smash the former. *crow grin*

Order members: I talked to Syn, and you have free reign to hand-wave over that meeting her post mentions and join us at the crashing. That was just the lovely OOC way to insert an IC lag time between when Slade and I arrive at the Mansion and when your angry swarm comes crashing down upon all our heads. )