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@Greenie
Jae-Hyeong was sitting on the bed in the middle of the day. The room he had stayed at for the past week was not particularly large or well-furnished. Some parts of it were covered in dust, the sink dripped, and the heavy curtains currently closed against the hot, Egyptian sun were most definitely a little moth-eaten. Comfort hadn't been his top priority when looking for places, though, and he didn't notice any of those things now, as he carefully looked into a mirror. This was not his narcissism at work. Reflected in the mirror was not his face, but a room full of Canadian aurors. He had been watching them carefully for the past week. He had caught wind of them as soon a they had arrived. There were only five of them, but it had been hard not to notice five white wizards setting up shop right across his target: the Egyptian No-Mag tycoon trying to buy what he believed to be an illegally imported regular white tiger. If only he knew what he really was paying for.
The sacred White Tiger of Korea had always roamed free through the mountains. It showed itself only to Ma-Eop-Sa that it deemed to be strong in heart, and represented the very spirit of both North and South Korea. Neither side had ever dared fight over it or claim it, because it was thought that just touching it meant risking their identity as Koreans. Its freedom was their freedom, not physically, but in mind. Through all the invasions, they had come out of it as their own people, unshaken because it was free. One of the duties Jae's organization had been built upon was to keep track of its whereabouts, and one day it had simply disappeared. It had taken ancient magic to rediscover it, and it was to the collective horror of the entire organization to discover that it had been taken by wizard poachers. They had sent Jae to retrieve it. They should have sent an army. Though usually one to work alone, the warehouse Jae had tracked the beast to had been heavily fortified by magics that had clearly been constructed for other purposes. So instead of attacking the warehouse head-on, he had placed one under the Imperius Curse, procuring the buyer and buy date after weeks of work getting the man to snoop around and report to him. The man had been... "retired" from the poacher's ring immediately afterwards, as Jae forced him to attempt to free one of the other creatures.
Attacking the White Tiger en route to the next warehouse before it got sold had been an option, but he had watched them transport others. The group was careful and constantly on the look out for adversaries. They were nearly as paranoid as his organization, and there were two wizards of the bunch Jae knew he would not stand a chance against. His best opportunity would be to nab the beast as soon as it was transported to the No-Mag. Magic simply could not be as explicit in the presence of No-Mag's. Even if the poachers did not care about being found out by the non-magical people, being too obvious would draw governments to their ring, and they did not want that. Jae didn't have to worry about that. The organization was older than Korea itself, it knew how to protect itself from paltry things like governments. He had gone to Egypt and laid in wait, only now to be confronted by an unwanted distraction. Clearly, these pale government rats had caught wind of the exchange, bumbling around clumsily trying to get more information about when it would occur. They were problematic because they were extra variables. He had no doubt they would get in his way if he left them to their own devices, so he had enchanted one of their mirrors to act as a two-way with one he had bought. He had had to improvise heavily, making their already-foggy mirror even foggier so they wouldn't see him and making sure the mirrors were always working, rather than only working when a name was called, but it had served him well enough.
Unfortunately, making the mirror very foggy meant he could hardly see anything himself, and had had to rely on their speech to gather information. The exchange was happening today, and the fools didn't have the least idea. In the week since their arrival, he had attempted to spread rumors about the date of the white tiger's arrival and how it would be transported, rumors practically served on a platter to their door. So far it seemed they had taken it. He just had to hope they didn't find out when the real thing arrived a week earlier than they had anticipated.
He put the mirror down and quietly picked up his travel pack, patting his pocket to make sure he had several scrolls on his purpose. They were scrolls written in elaborate Chinese calligraphy, undetectable by most Western magic, but serving to disguise him as a local wherever he went. He had just reached a door, when a loud crash thundered from the mirror he had just set down. Rushing back to it, he realized something must have broken the mirror on the other side. Rapid English was being shouted in the other room, and flashes of light that were unmistakably spells could be seen even through the fog of the mirror. Biting back a curse in Korean, Jae stashed the mirror under his bed and apparated out of his room. He was too late. By the time he popped into the room the aurors had been staying at, all five of them were dead. The assailant had clearly just rushed from the room, as the door was swinging open. More ominously, a note was pinned to the place the mirror had been. It was handwritten in English. "Back Off."
The door creaked loudly and Jae whirled around to see a stunned Egyptian woman staring at him in the middle of the wreckage, two others in tow. He had heard the Canadians saying they had sent their guide to pick up a "Kirn" from somewhere. Stupid him. He stared back at them and slowly lifted both his hands to show he was unarmed. Oh boy....
The sacred White Tiger of Korea had always roamed free through the mountains. It showed itself only to Ma-Eop-Sa that it deemed to be strong in heart, and represented the very spirit of both North and South Korea. Neither side had ever dared fight over it or claim it, because it was thought that just touching it meant risking their identity as Koreans. Its freedom was their freedom, not physically, but in mind. Through all the invasions, they had come out of it as their own people, unshaken because it was free. One of the duties Jae's organization had been built upon was to keep track of its whereabouts, and one day it had simply disappeared. It had taken ancient magic to rediscover it, and it was to the collective horror of the entire organization to discover that it had been taken by wizard poachers. They had sent Jae to retrieve it. They should have sent an army. Though usually one to work alone, the warehouse Jae had tracked the beast to had been heavily fortified by magics that had clearly been constructed for other purposes. So instead of attacking the warehouse head-on, he had placed one under the Imperius Curse, procuring the buyer and buy date after weeks of work getting the man to snoop around and report to him. The man had been... "retired" from the poacher's ring immediately afterwards, as Jae forced him to attempt to free one of the other creatures.
Attacking the White Tiger en route to the next warehouse before it got sold had been an option, but he had watched them transport others. The group was careful and constantly on the look out for adversaries. They were nearly as paranoid as his organization, and there were two wizards of the bunch Jae knew he would not stand a chance against. His best opportunity would be to nab the beast as soon as it was transported to the No-Mag. Magic simply could not be as explicit in the presence of No-Mag's. Even if the poachers did not care about being found out by the non-magical people, being too obvious would draw governments to their ring, and they did not want that. Jae didn't have to worry about that. The organization was older than Korea itself, it knew how to protect itself from paltry things like governments. He had gone to Egypt and laid in wait, only now to be confronted by an unwanted distraction. Clearly, these pale government rats had caught wind of the exchange, bumbling around clumsily trying to get more information about when it would occur. They were problematic because they were extra variables. He had no doubt they would get in his way if he left them to their own devices, so he had enchanted one of their mirrors to act as a two-way with one he had bought. He had had to improvise heavily, making their already-foggy mirror even foggier so they wouldn't see him and making sure the mirrors were always working, rather than only working when a name was called, but it had served him well enough.
Unfortunately, making the mirror very foggy meant he could hardly see anything himself, and had had to rely on their speech to gather information. The exchange was happening today, and the fools didn't have the least idea. In the week since their arrival, he had attempted to spread rumors about the date of the white tiger's arrival and how it would be transported, rumors practically served on a platter to their door. So far it seemed they had taken it. He just had to hope they didn't find out when the real thing arrived a week earlier than they had anticipated.
He put the mirror down and quietly picked up his travel pack, patting his pocket to make sure he had several scrolls on his purpose. They were scrolls written in elaborate Chinese calligraphy, undetectable by most Western magic, but serving to disguise him as a local wherever he went. He had just reached a door, when a loud crash thundered from the mirror he had just set down. Rushing back to it, he realized something must have broken the mirror on the other side. Rapid English was being shouted in the other room, and flashes of light that were unmistakably spells could be seen even through the fog of the mirror. Biting back a curse in Korean, Jae stashed the mirror under his bed and apparated out of his room. He was too late. By the time he popped into the room the aurors had been staying at, all five of them were dead. The assailant had clearly just rushed from the room, as the door was swinging open. More ominously, a note was pinned to the place the mirror had been. It was handwritten in English. "Back Off."
The door creaked loudly and Jae whirled around to see a stunned Egyptian woman staring at him in the middle of the wreckage, two others in tow. He had heard the Canadians saying they had sent their guide to pick up a "Kirn" from somewhere. Stupid him. He stared back at them and slowly lifted both his hands to show he was unarmed. Oh boy....