<div class="floatleft">(http://static1.squarespace.com/static/5499ff2ce4b0b85c868a2158/t/556fb05ae4b01eeb36c217a6/1433383003661/)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Arthur Curry/Orin (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=239229.msg11802466#msg11802466)<br/><strong>Affiliation:</strong>The Atlantean Empire.<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Saturday the 17th of October 2015, 21:35<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gotham Clock Tower, Central Gotham<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>M'gann.<br/><strong>Theme Music:</strong>Starvation - Thomas Bergersen (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnGaCAHhGfo)<br/><br/><hr/><hr/><strong>Summary:</strong>After dealing with Ivy and Thorn and leaving them in the other heroes capable hands, Orin finally allows himself to worry about his adopted niece. He tracks her unique mental signature using his own telepathy back to a seemingly average clock tower in the centre of Gotham...<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>Finally! It had taken a good hour or so, but Ivy was finally dealt with and left in the capable hands of the other heroes - though he may have disagreed with their methods, they were undoubtedly able to handle a seemingly cooperative Ivy and Thorn without his assistance. If nothing else, Marshal Tempest should be present with them as well, and if Ivy was now powerful enough to challenge Atlantis's most powerful sorcerer, well...there wasn't much Orin would have been able to do either. He was more physically imposing than Garth, true, and was faster and stronger...but against an opponent like Ivy, that could be turned against you very quickly. As it was, there was nothing else he could really do in that little gathering and as much as he wanted to stay and hear Ivy and Thorns confessions directly, he knew that he couldn't; he was largely useless there, and with M'gann still in the wind having disappeared during the fight at the bank, he knew he wouldn't be able to focus for much longer without making certain that she was safe. Besides, the only reason that he needed to be there was to make certain that he heard their words verbatim and asked the right follow up questions...but he trusted Mage Marshal Tempest to make a note of them and perform the proper cross examination in his stead. He may not have been king, but Garth had a good head on his shoulders and was loyal to his king to a fault as far as Orin could tell. You didn't fight next to somebody you didn't trust during the Battle Of The Abyss and survive...something many of his soldiers ended up learning the hard way. Still...Ivy and Thorn were contained, for the moment, and as soon as he knew that M'gann was safe he would return and continue his mission. But for the time being...his priority was M'gann; if she had been captured, he needed to break her out before it was too late, and that risk made finding M'gann a more immediate concern than gathering intel from Thorn and Ivy.<br/><br/>So, he had returned to the GCB in central Gotham where the fight had taken place - and where he had last seen M'gann - and reached out with his telepathic senses to try and pick up her trail; they had strayed too far from each other to keep the telepathic communication line open, so it had shut on its own...but he knew some other tricks with his mental abilities that he could use to try and locate her. For one, having spent so much time in her head he knew that she had an extremely unique mental imprint that he would recognise a mile away; every brain and every mind in existence had a slightly different "image" that was left behind by their mind that telepaths that were skilled or powerful enough could pick up on. Most of the time they were simply flashes of when they had inspiration or when their brain was under stress or thinking under the effects of adrenaline - moments of extreme mental activity - but with a telepath as powerful as M'gann? She left a trail a mile wild, if you knew what to look for. Namely, her unique mental imprint...which, as he had surveyed the battlescene, he found in a matter of moments. It was suppressed - she was sick, most likely, and fading in and out of consciousness given her state the last time he had seen her, affected by Ivy's toxin - and almost non-existent, but for somebody who knew M'gann like he did, it was easy to pick up her unique mental images. He had set off quickly, taking to the rooftops to move faster than he could if he were down on the street, making sure to follow M'gann's waning mental signal as closely as he could without leaving the skyline. It was headed further into the centre of Gotham - a sensible place for a hideout; equadistant from each extreme of the island, and everything and everybody passed through Central Gotham at some point or another - and whoever had taken M'gann, they were careful. They zigzagged and weaved more than was perhaps strictly necessary on their way...but thanks to his intimate knowledge of M'gann's mental signature, he was able to stick with the trail all the way to the end.<br/><br/>And that end confused him; he now stood facing a large, old-looking clock tower jutting up above the rest of the buildings and towering over the main road that ran beneath it as it pierced the night sky. He could see no lights on inside it, hear no movement from it and could smell nothing particularly off about it...and yet her imprint led him directly there. Had he made a mistake somehow, followed the wrong thought signature? No, not possible. He knew M'ganns mental voice like the back of his hand, there was no chance in Hades that he would get<em>that</em>wrong...so maybe she simply passed out all the way and her mental image was too faint for him to see? Possibly, but why at that point? Why, if he was able to follow it that far, did it suddenly stop? And no, the third option was unacceptable. He wasn't even going to show it the decency to present its case, it was simply wrong and he was going to ignore it. But...what could he do? The signature stopped at the base of the clock tower - which he was perched on, at a outcropping perhaps halfway up, having climbed up in order to try and find a way in that didn't out his presence to the general populace below - but he could find no indication of where she entered or why she had been taken there. But, he knew he had to find out; he was close, and he wasn't going to walk away. M'gann's safety was his responsibility and his honour to ensure, and he was not about to let her be taken for any kind of reason ever again; Luthor's captivity was the last time she was going to be kept in chains. But how did he determine where she was? Without knowing whereabouts she was, he couldn't lock on to her current mental signature in order to send her a telepathic message, especially with so many people milling about down below...and if she didn't have her telepathic channel open, he wouldn't be able to pinpoint her location either.<br/><br/>She could do it to him because she was a much more powerful telepath than he was, but unless he knew where she was, he wasn't able to contact her directly. However...he knew what "frequencies" she could hear, and they had a type of mental call for that kind of situation. If they were separated and one was attempting to find the other when they were otherwise being prevented somehow from opening a direct pinpoint link...the one searching would simply extend his or her telepathic influence over the immediate area and send a message via a method that meant that only those specifically listening for it would hear it. It wasn't the safest way of communicating, but it was the best he could do in order to pinpoint her location. Climbing to the top of the tower, he perched atop it and extended his telepathic influence in all directions as far as it could go. Hopefully, it would work on the first go.<br/><em>M'gann? M'gann! Can you hear me? Are you nearby and are you safe? I'm on top of the Clock Tower in Central Gotham. Respond in any way that you can!</em>And so on and so forth; he repeated the message, increasing its strength each time, just in case. Normal humans couldn't hear it...but any telepath listening into the general traffic of thoughts almost certainly would figure out that somebody was using a specific mental cypher and probably crack it rather quickly. And if there were people intercepting the transmission? Well, they evidently had M'gann held hostage, and deserved no quarter. He just hoped that M'gann was the only telepath in the are, or he might have just given his position away to her hypothetical captor. Oops.*<br/><br/><hr/><br/>*Sarcasm.