It was finally time to see if the alliance with the Isabello's had any chance of being worthwhile. Every spare second of time had been spent calling on old favors and rebuilding bridges he had gladly burnt years ago, all for the sake of having a competent mundane presence in the city that actually understood how the modern world worked in detail. And then Vieri went and caused the catastrophe that was the Shanghai Massacre. Tristan's pitch very quickly changed from, "we need people with business sense to run things while we're busy spreading influence elsewhere," to, "you need to get everybody you know out of the city so you won't be vaporized with everyone else; you'll be brought in when the danger has passed". Needless to say, not very good for morale or making a persuasive argument.

Between connections to important people, strategic showcasing of magic, and probably more luck than he'd ever care to know, though, Tristan had pulled it off. Not everyone connected to the Mafia had vacated the blast zone, but enough important people would survive to take charge that he wasn't worried. All that needed to be done was to ensure that the city wouldn't riot. Though it would be preferable to simply demonstrate that it would improve quality of life, Tristan knew what he had signed up for. He'd asked for help, and his help was going to use a show of strength the demonstrate that standing up to the Isabello's would dramatically decrease quality of life, if not expected life span. It wouldn't solve anything to lie to himself and pretend otherwise.

Currently, he was hiding himself away in the seventh floor of some office building a decent walk away from the nearest portal. He'd been in town for a while, gently trying to herd pedestrians away from the area within his sphere of influence. He was running low on tricks, save for magicking up a mask and shouting "ooga booga" at people, but it was worthwhile if it meant there were less people to be worried about.

Before he left for New York, he'd tried tracking down Vieri and Diana to discuss strategy, but had been utterly unsuccessful before he decided to go and be actually productive. He decided to leave them a note prompting them through the specific portal he knew the area around best and encouraging them not to miss the fight that would inevitably break out. He then encouraged said fight to break out by convincing some of the other students that Vieri and Diana were planning on heading to New York to fuck shit up. Odds were good that he wasn't wrong, at least.

When the two musketeers decided to finally make their appearance, a construct emerged from hiding to greet them. "You guys ready to start the takeover of one of the most influential cities in the modern world?" he'd ask, turning towards the building Tristan Prime was located before continuing. "Just remember, infrastructure is more valuable when it's intact, and a city is of more use to us when it's populated. Not to mention that odds are good that there's no mage in existence that could help me if I were hit with an explosion. Do try not to let yourself get carried away, please."

Once certain that his assistance was ready, Tristan sent out the command. Thousands of constructs would simultaneously emerge from the shadows they'd been hidden away in, quickly becoming an obvious presence on the streets. If there were any mages in the area, there was no way they'd miss it. If not, then he would happily be able to fall back to his plan of a peaceful, propagantastic takeover. Really, he won either way.


INCURSION: undermine Tyrant rule of New York by a show of force demonstrating that the Isabello Family is the strongest group of mages around