#anywhere

Zara figures this much out.

Siv however is blinking "Well, I feel dense" She whispers

"Right?"

"Tell me about December sixteenth."

I was a lot more raw in those days. Didn't get bent out of shape over a mistake until later"

Siv says "At least that I understand more ..." She eyes the light casting down on the statue, then looks at the other statues "Wait. Why is this light set over the clip? And...why does the light seem .." She runs fingers along the wall, and turns the switch. The light over the clip, and only the light over the clip, stays on.

Someone doesn't want that light out.

Ever.

"Oh, well..."

A gesture, and shadows grow and creep - swarming over the light.

Time explodes! Waves of chronal energy flow about them and... Siv, true to her troll nature, leaps in front of zara and draws her cutlass!

They appear to be in the middle of a robbery!

Zara's eyes widen - oh, this is new!

Five men dressed in gray and black suits with odd lenses, very cold, quite chilly in fact even from here are firing at three two men and a woman who are dressed quite differently. And the folks dressed differently (And do not feel very banal at all) are hanging around a glorious statue of Saturn!

"Oh, delightful! I think I was right!"

"Lovely!" Siv says then "Duck, for the love of Sif"

She ducks, and scurries for cover.

The bullets curve, CURVE to go after her.

Zara is decently fast, agile - but is that enough against a curving bullet?

It would appear not, as she is carved. Grazed even, if she had not tried to avoid her, it would have blown clean through her. "Hang on," One lady says, a woman with many piercings in a twisted sort of hippie meets modern body modder style and she starts to sing a bunk? There's..something in the air.. not quite glamour... and the other bullets straighten before they can curve also, "Now would be good" She calls to the others.

She hisses, pressing a hand over the (luckily!) superficial wound.

"The goal is the statue, not strangers" One of the three says "Whever they came from, they're not our concern." He holds up a seal of solomon and the electrical lighting above the men in suits frazes and shocks downwards

Despite the pain, Zara tries to ken the statue... why the fuss?

"Fuck that, man, she called on Sif." The last fellow has a kind of biker viking look. He'd actually fit in Rivervale if he were a fae. "Sides, there's something old about them... so excuse me if I ..." he draws out a knife "Valkeryier! If it is my time, I ask before you take me , you guide this blade!" And he hurls it.

One of the men in suits calls out in pain as the thrown knife sinks into his belly deep! And keeps digging

As if something weree pushing even now that its' in.

Zara is fascinated by the statue of... oh my! Its a 'new' find all right, that is just recently cleaned. There's some fascinating runes on it, some sort of spell?

She traces out the letters - she knows she can read this, with a bit of magic... curiosity overriding common sense at such an exciting discovery!

"Abnormalities in Sector 34 C, something is seriously wrong," One of the gun man says into a headset then curses, "Fuck, the Hermetic shorted our headsets out ... we can't let them take the statue."

"We'll, we're not going to let YOU take it either." The 'hermetic(?)' says

Another set of bullets and... Siv has evoked the wyrd, perhaps not the wisest move, but damn it, she needs to have armor to survive this...and she needs her chimerical cutlass to do some damage

"Holy..." And Siv cuts at the gun hand of the suiteed man and he drops his gun that shoots curved bullets

...besides, in all this chaos, Siv wouldn't recognize Naming at work, anyway....

Oh this wasn't meant for fae eyes. Enochin? A truly lost language, and invocation of Chronos power to help turn those on top into those on bottom?

Fascinating! She whips out her moleskin and starts scribbling... nevermind the bleeding...

More gunfire...zara stays focused and

Wait until she shows this to Emmitt!

Yes, ignore the combat who is getting shot doing what or who is stabbing. THIS is far more interesting

Until suddenly there's a heavy troll on top of her! Hello, rude much?

She lets out a muffled squeak.

"This is a fiasco" Two men in suits down and at risk of losing . One is firing his gun while another tinkers with a smart phone? SHouldn't that have been fried too? Apparentlyh not "I'm rewriting the media events.... we'll change predetermination" therre's a chill at the words alone! As if Da'an were nothing more than a social media result??

"Da'an is not to be played with!" She hears that, and she's angry! She can't affect phones... she can't affect strangers... "Da'an, protect as thou wilt." Instead, she unleashes the raw power of soothsay....

Only now does Zara realize a very wounded Siv is laying ontop of her still

Magic unleashed, she squirms out from under big blue.... "Oh, Siv..."

There are three bullet holes in her back, only the armor kept her from dying but she's not looking too good

and glamour does as it will...

What should have happened was three tradition mages would end up encased in a time loop forever unable to take their prize.

What should have happened was the paradox of that would erase an entire day in the area

what should have ahppened was a paper clip set up by the Technocracy, a borderline pagan one thanks to its shape, would localize the damage, put a 'pin in it' so no questions would be asked.

And that's what happened... where only a girl who da'an barely seems to notice feeling cheated, and because she was one of the few folks with a birthday that day in the area.