McJigg pushed himself further to transfer Heather what he could with the manaburn. He struggles to even keep his head up.

"In the words of the other you... Necrobia's dimension is being merged on top of ours.... Everywhere is creatures and chaos...."

McJigg's hands fall and the siphon ends. He's pushed himself too far into exhaustion giving Heather everything he could, even with the siphon.

"Please.... help the detective...."

He remains there on his knees panting, fighting to stay awake.

Satisfied that she'd done everything she could magically for Chiasma, Heather opened her first aid kit, sprayed his wounds with antiseptic, and wrapped sterile gauze pads over them. Then she turned to the chaos mage and asked Jackie, "These bonds won't hold her, then?" She pulled out another pair of cuffs, this one marked with Nordic runes glowing softly. She cuffed the chaos mage's right wrist, then took hold of her left, ready to drag them together. "I am required to caution you that attempting to use magic while wearing these handcuff may result in injury, grievous bodily harm, or death. You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent. Should you give up that..."

McJigg stares at Jackie for a few moments in silence. "You.... you think what I do if of vampires?"

He looks to Heather. "Well golden boy is as delusional as the last him we dealt with. I think we may be on our own until we get to the precinct..."

Looking to the doorway, still covered by the brick wall the chaos mage had put up. "I also think we're locked in here unless..."

He grunts as he gets up and makes his way to the closet door. "Unless we go through my place..." Slowly, McJigg starts to redraw the rune on the door, carefully managing what energy he has left.

Heather clicked the other cuff onto the chaos mage's left wrist behind her back, then finished reading the card. She then turned to McJigg, and said, "If you've got some Gatorade, or a bunch of bananas, I can recharge that way, and keep the healing coming. And, where is your place?" She lifted the mage to her feet, then asked Jackie, "Can you carry him by yourself, or shall we wait for McJigg to finished opening his door?"

McJigg turns back eyeing the sled. "It'll have to do."

He finishes the same purple rune as before. "You are about to enter a personal space, please keep your comments to yourself as it is not meant for visitors. Once you are inside, I will adjust the door to lead us back into the city."

McJigg pauses for a moment before he walks over to pick up the duffel bag he had packed earlier. He starts back towards the door. "Do not touch anything."

Sliding the door open reveals what looks to be a bachelor apartment. The entrance being used exits a wall covered in clay, it can open any door within it's side dimensions. The kitchen is messy, a nearby iPad playing alternative rock. One wall contains a work desk covered in notes and little arcane devices. Another wall is various maps covered in pins and red string like conspiracy theorists use. The windows look over a different city entirely with a telescope aimed at the moon. The final wall is shelves of storage which had recently been rummaged through to pack the duffel. There is no bed.

McJigg motions to the door uncomfortably. "Please step into my office..."

McJigg enters the room and shuts the door. As he wipes the rune off the clay, the seams of the door disappear. "You may not find much in the fridge aside from old orange juice, this is just a work space. There are granola bars in the cupboard."

He walked over to the wall covered in maps and string. "Detective, you had mentioned the Coventre Precinct." Tapping it on a map of Titan City, he looks for the closest door rune. "Is that you're preferred location or was it just the closest precinct at the time?"

McJigg simply quips "All blood is blue before oxygen is added. You guys should consider breathing."

Heather pulled out a granola bar from one of the pouches on her ammo belt. "You mentioned you wanted to check a PIT database? They've got either a backup copy or a shielded landline to somewhere that does at the Coventre precinct house. Not sure which. As for dropping off the prisoner, any precinct will do, or the Sheriff's or the State Police. But I'm betting Coventre would be a bit more secure. They deal with the Wyrd stuff a lot. If it hadn't been for Lotus Hills wanting me for my language skills, my mother's other training would've had me putting in a few years at Coventre; I could get a transfer there anytime I wanted." She stepped over to Chiasma and checked his pulse again, while watching the two "bluebloods".

"We sometimes do the same with shirt collars. It's Galrithis' Chalice that causes this effect is it? Must be a heck of a kool-aid."

Without stepping outside, McJigg leans a quick peek out the door, giving a thumbs up.

"And we seem to be clear to leave. With the exception of the Detective, I doubt you guys are any fun at Mario Kart so...."

McJigg motions towards the door.

Heather guided the chaos mage through the door, then looked around as she stepped to the far side of the alley. "This way, then right right at the street." The noises from the store grew louder as she cleared the alleyway and approached the parking lot, and though she really didn't want to have to carry her, she readied a sleep spell to use if the chaos mage called out to her allies.

McJigg shuts the door and deactivates the portal. Carrying the duffel bag he runs catch up with the others. "Hope you all enjoyed your time in Canada, but it's time to get back to cleaning up the mess from Necrobia." McJigg looks to the chaos mage. "I guess they just prefer squalor where they come from."

Draining some energy from the chaos mage, he sends a blast of force to try and knock the servus off the civilian.

McJigg looks down at the spit and then back at the chaos mage.

"So it's not Necrobia making the place extremely dirty and unpleasant? Full of spit, monsters and name calling? Don't worry friend, we can get you a dictionary."

Getting back to the matter at hand, McJigg looks to the way forward.

"Think we can pile that civilian ontop of the Merc? We don't have time to pick up everyone but I also don't feel right just leaving her in the alley..."

Fortunately, between the recent draining by McJigg and a fair amount of martial arts training, Heather was able to twist aside in time to get away with just a bruised cheek, and maintained her grip on the mage's arm. "Sorry, can't afford to let you get away. [i]Sofðu vel![/i]" She finished the sleep spell with a gentle thump with her free hand on the side of the chaos mage's head.

McJigg begins to pace back a forth a bit. "We can't just keep piling people on the ice sled, I'm used to working in areas police have sectioned off. This is too big, there's too many variables, Sumerian energy point theory is easier to process than what's happening now."

He stops to try and compose himself a little. "This is not as simple as 'just getting to the precinct'."

"You know he helps his daughter with her homework?" Heather kept just ahead of the sled, but went to two rounds each for the first two of the icy undead, then released the mage's legs long enough to reload... "Your clients are getting their moneys worth."

McJigg keeps pushing the sled. "No, not anything like that, just unique. Written by a European explorer/mage who came to America/Canada in the early founding days and wrote methods of combining west European and Aboriginal magic methods. While it never caught on into wide use, it's interesting and worth keeping open to scholars and not hiding it in some rich guy's private collection."

He gives the sled a shove and bends down to make another sigil mine, once completed he catches back up with the sled to keep pushing. "To which of course some rich Regency guy wants it in his private collection, I just don't know who yet."

Heather slid the chaos mage down onto the ground, then drew her pistol, keeping her eyes on the brown-robed figure. "Can either of you break the spell on those mechs? I have an arrest to make." She kept her voice low, not wanting to be heard by Brown-Robes over the noise of the Mech Battle.

She didn't wait for an answer, but moved forward, staying quiet until she reached the lawn, with a clear path to Brown-Robes. As she chambered a round and pulled out The Card, she began speaking, "You are under arrest. Release your control of these mechs immediately, cease all other magicks, and turn around slowly with your hands in plain sight. You have the right to remain silent. If you give up this right..."

Heather sighed as the runes converged, and she pulled the trigger. But when the hammer was released, it was now a clamp with a bit of flint in it, coming down on the outside of the weapon, which was now an ornate assemblage of wood and steel... Heather held her point of aim (center mass), cursing in Mandarin as the sparks ignited the priming and then there was a soft [b]boom[/b] and a .60 caliber sphere of lead came out at a few hundred meters per second. She barely noticed the fall of the powderhorn and the bag of nine lead balls...

McJigg grunted with annoyance at having to run out, he closed the notebook and shoved it into his pocket. As he followed Jackie he kept his eyes on the mechs, trying to read the technomancy that had taken over. At last though, he spotted something in the arcane geometry. It was something that had been in every knight, every runed servi, the once common component of all Necrobian magic he had seen so far.

"Think I got something" McJigg broke away from following Jackie and instead ran up to one of the the controlled mechs occupied in the fight. He slammed his hand onto it's leg and with his power erased one component of the spell. If he was right, it was the only thing that declared Necrobian constructs, spells and people as friends instead of targets.

He backed off the moment he was finished, trying his best not to be trampled.

Knocked back by the blast, Heather rolled to her feet and turned in time to parry the fist of the remaining compromised mech. The energy around that fist dimmed substantially, and the sunblade flared even brighter as it absorbed the energy, feeding some back to restore its weilder's stamina. Invigorated, Heather began striking at the mech, staying clear of areas where cutting through would injure the pilot, and hoping to disable the mech. In her off hand, the pistol began to glow and twitch...

McJigg was not strong enough to try and turn the disabled mech over, he studied what he could as the regress runes faded. He hit the mech with his fist as the last traces left. So used to dismantling the novice magic of thugs with spell books and arrogant rich folk, he felt an equal measure of respect and annoyance at Necrobian magic. He surveyed the battlefield, Heather was finishing off the remaining mech and Jackie was facing off against the mage. If he could disable the remaining mech the same way, he and Heather could both go assist Jackie.

McJigg hopped off and began running to the mech chasing Heather to dispell it the same way.

Heather feinted towards the blade, then dived into the cockpit. She looked to her right as she turned to face the hatch, and saw the edge of the sunblade where it had passed into the side of the cockpit. She considered that the blade had changed its shape before, and for a moment she could not think of a way to get the hilt and the crossguard, in any form, through to the inside of the mech. She put that problem aside, for the moment, then seized the controls. Theoretically, that made the mech [i]her[/i] weapon, as her hand on the hilt would a blade, and, combined with the police markings on the mech and her badge, that opened up an option.

She was not quite as good at such wards as was her mother, but she had the sword available to draw power from, and she was in contact with the mech while the technomancer was not. She cast the spells, wards designed to keep a weapon under the control of its weilder...

McJigg stops in near disbelief as he approaches what is now Heather's mech. "Detective, consider me thoroughly impressed!" He looks back and forth between the Jackie/Gael conflict and the chaos mage. "You want the teal she-witch or or to help golden boy?"

As the vines wrapped around the control sticks, Heather called out to McJigg. "Not quite done here! Your choice!" She then twisted the control for the minigun, trying to line the sight-camera up with the newly arrived knight's axe, before triggering a burst from the weapon.

Heather pushed the Main Power Shutdown button (likely the first thing the pilot tried, but with the spell active...) then climbed out of the mech. She retrieved the sunblade, then scooped up the hands and the cuffs before coming up to the sled. "You may want to let me help you with these, before you do too much permanent damage." She held out the hands by the fingers.

Heather dropped the hands. "Guess you don't need these anymore..." She parried the mace with the sunshade, sparks flying as she redirected the blow. She spared a glance at Jackie, then turned to concentrate on her opponent and her new hands. "You don't care who you hurt, do you? Even your other selves? You're lucky one of them doesn't decide she needs your heart more than you do..."

McJigg, who had been facing against magic (which can often be bright and flashy) for a very long time, was thankfully wearing a mask that helped protect against the flash. He fought to get a good grip on Gael, continuing to drain him while powering himself, something that was more effective with direct contact.

"Do you know how many people have tried to flash blind me!?"