((By specifying that one must be human or demon, Undead stated exactly that. A werewolf is a human, just one that can transform. The werewolves of the Night Police were all humans originally, but magic made them as werwolves. What's your excuse? Got bitten by something else that doesn't work in this story? It's not just what Undead's saying, it's in the actual story. There are no vampires in modern day Magician-ruled London. End of story.))

Serrevia stiffened as a girl approached them. She could tell that this girl was definitely not what she appeared to be, and she kept a close watch on her, waiting to see what Jakob would do.

((What kind of twisted logic is that? If someone says "Do me a favor and get me my wallet", Would you take money out of their wallet since they didn't tell you not to?

Here's a compramise, be a human who has an item that allows him to turn into any animal. That way you can become a bat anytime you want and you will still be able to bite into humans in other animal forms.))

David's senses came to attention up at the sound of Jakob's name.

She knows about the item. David thought. Damn, that's not the red one that he where's. That's something else. So what do I do? I can't join in this confrentation, I'd be exposed.

Aha! I've got it.

David pretended to cower in fear and ducked behind the bench.

((NO! Have any of you actually READ the Bartimaeus Trilogy? No Shape-Shifters))

(( 2x4b can't join as a vampire, end of story. Also you took up space in our RP with your character and complaints when I clearly stated you should PM me with your profile. That's not going to make me very sympathetic to your situation ))

Jakob looked at Andraa in surprise, then held out his hand. "And who might you be?" He asked. When he had seen her on the bridge he had only recognised her as a magician, yet she seemed to know his name somehow.

"That's perfectly all right, Miss, I'm a very hard man to follow," Jakob smiled suavely and let go of her hand, "but I must admit, I've never seen you around before, which is a shame. I just want to know which of Mr. Mandrake's lieutenants you answer to, so I can give you a visit."

Jakob smiled inwardly. He had backed her into a corner. She'd either have to make a very good guess or actually be a Loyalist to get past him now.

Andraa cocked her head at him. "I'm glad to hear you haven't seen me around--I'm not supposed to be noticed. I normally--" Andraa looked at him sideways. "Well, I can't say what I do normally, but I report to Mr. Mandrake." She smiled crookedly at Jakob. "I don't know how pleased Mr. Mandrake is with me right now, though, so he sent me after you to help...and it looks like I failed again." Andraa sighed lustily and looked Jakob right in the eye. "If you don't believe I'm a Loyalist, ask Mr. Mandrake."


((Okay, I edited my profile to help clarify, but she's sort of a double agent--she is a magician werewolf, after all. ))

Jakob reached over and put his hand on Andraa's shoulder, then lifted the Amulet so it was at about shoulder height. "I'm so sorry that you couldn't keep up with me... but perhaps there is a way you can stay in Mandrake's favour." Jakob's eyes flicked to the amulet and then back up at Andraa's face.

Jakob lifted the amulet a little higher, and said, "this is the amulet that I found in that storeroom. It originally came from Ms. Farrar collection. I'm giving it to you so you can take it to Mandrake, he should be very pleased with you. Tell him that you found the storeroom before I, and you managed to get the amulet."

She must have some sort of Charm on her, he thought frantically, keeping his outside manner calm, maybe she's just naturally good-looking, seeing as my Magical Sensor is registering anything. So why am I doing this?

Jakob lifted the amulet by it's chain and hung it around Andraa's neck ceremoniously. "Let me walk you back to the HQ."

Jakob shook his head slightly, feeling a little annoyed. I can't take it off now, but I don't want her to get hurt. I wish Serrevia had told be before I put the thing around the girls neck

They are walking back to Loyalist HQ? I have to make my move now. If I follow that'll give me away and if I let this opportunity pass, I may never get it again.

David came out from behind the bench and spoke to Jakob in a meek voice. "Excuse me...sir. But I am poor commoner without any means to support myself. I was hoping you could find it in your heart to give me work. I'll do any kind and all I ask in return is food and shelter."

Ok I'm fine with that Undead, and I'm fine with that because you weren't screeching at me like someone *cough*daveshan*cough*

((So I'm the bad guy? Not the person who didn't read the rules? Not the person who didn't PM their profile to Undead first, like he asked? Not the person who tried to take what I said and use it against someone who was following the rules? Yeah, I can see how I, a person who was following the rules and even tried to make some compromise with you, am the bad guy. Oh wait, no I don't.

And what's this about screeching? Where do you see an exclamation point in any of my posts when I'm talking to you?))

((EVERYBODY'S YELLING!!! *HOLDS HANDS OVER EARS*... Oh well, back to the story, I'm trying to figure out how I can meet up with the rest of you.))

"This is not making me very happy", I said out loud, to absolutely no one. I was already being resommuned, and I was, um, how should I put this... FURIOUS!!!!

Back in the pentacle I was again, but this time, I tried a slightly different approach.

My pentacle was bright, and birds seemed to be twittering somewhere in the distance. I even through in a delicious smell of freshly-baked cookies. And in the middle of this little island of paradise, stood a single yellow daisy.

"Um... Murmanthius?" I heard a voice say. A man.

A simple smiling face appeared in the center of the flower. It giggled.

"Yuppers, that's me", I said in a childish voice. "Wheeeeeee!", I added as I spun around.

I sized up my new master. Not terrible, he didn't wear the regular flashy suits that was most common in magicians. His attire was really quite simple, with tan khakis on bottom and a plain white button-up shirt covering his torso. His hair was black, short, and neat, and he had no facial hair. His face did, however, show a scar that ran from his right eye to his mid-cheek.

"I expected something flashier", he said in a cool voice. "Anyway, I charge you to act as my bodygaurd for at least a month, or until I see it fit for you to leave. You will protect me from any physical harm, and accompany me anywhere I lead you. In addition to this, you will perform any other tasks that I give you. Am I understood?"

"You betcha", the flower said. I spun around some more.

"Fine then, I release you from the Pentacle that binds you. And one more thing, change your appearance to something a little more... suitable."

Disapointed, I became a boy of about 13, with dark breaches, an off-white tunic, and scruffy brown hair. One of my more popular forms.

"I have something for you to do", the man said. That didn't take long. "I want you to do a little spying in an area of town. Near some old abandoned stores. There may be some people there that are of some interest to me."

"You're the boss, boss", I replied, annoyed that I can't have a moments rest.

"By the way, my name's James", he told me. "James Hawkins."

((daveshan, calm down. We've already had enough space on this board taken up by this arguement. Leave it alone--ignore it. Let the arguement die--if no one answers, it can't go on and take up more space.))

Andraa was glad she had somehow gotten Jakob's trust--though it didn't seem like the djinn with him liked her--but she was shocked when he offered her the amulet. She had frozen and he had slipped it around her neck. What could she do now?

Andraa nodded to Jakob and smiled shakily, still surprised. "Thank you. I'm sure it will clear things up."

Suddenly, the unkempt beggar walked into their path and asked Jakob for work. Andraa looked at him critically. Personally, I'd never help anything that scrappy looking--especially from this part of town. She turned to Jakob, wondering how he would react.

Jakob didn't even look around. He acted as if the commoner was simply not there. He turned towards the Thames and began to walk, beckoning Andraa to follow. One they had gone a few paces, Jakob leaned over and whispered in the girl's ear, "filthy commoners. We magicians should run them all out of town."

Jakob then turned to Serrevia and said, "Serrevia, give the beggar a good scare."

Jakob turned around and began walking down the street, putting his arm suavely around Andraa's shoulders as he continued to walk around the street. "Come on, my Djinn'll take care of that miscreant."

"So?" Jakob shrugged happily, "Mission's done, and the commoners can't do anything. We're not far at all from Loyalist territory. Also my Djinn can protect me easily. I'm perfectly safe." Jakob smiled at Andraa and kept on walking.

((You really enjoyed that part didn't you CF?))

After landing face first, fortunately at an angle and on grass, David got up and brushed himself off.

"Ow. Ow. Ow. Ow." He said as the bruises on his body throbbed. "So much for the servent idea. Thanks a lot E.D. it was brillient. Well I know what his djinn looks like and I know it's strong and can shapeshift."

He put on one of his gauntlets and grabbed a nearby rodent, draining it of its energy so he could heal quicker. "Well, now that I'm better, no more of this subtle spying. I'm going to follow them and learn what I can get out of Loyalist HQ." David began running back to where he was thrown from.