(Ima start with a Cliche. Also please state very clearly where your charry is if I have not created a scenario where you encounter your Adviser anyway. I only did that for people who I definitely knew where they were. Thanks)
The Moon was ghostly pale disc that showered the land with it's ghost pale light, the sea with a desperately beautiful glow and made the twelve figures perched on top of the large fourteen floor hotel roof look ever the more menacing. "So shall we depart?" The one to the farthest right inquired, they were all lined up horizontally, each in a black cloak that hid their body and faces well. Each of them nodded in turn and took off in opposite directions, nine of them leaped off the building, sprouted wings of different shades and styles and soared away, one of them walked towards the entrance to the hotel and the last just dropped straight down before softening their fall with a sudden gust of air from their hand.
One of the Black cloaks stopped his moving forwards when he had reached America, it had been a long flight, twice he had nearly collidied with a plane and his right arm was asleep. He descened slowly and stopped, he was perched on the roof of a another building. "Hmmm, America sure is big, way bigger then the map. Whatever I guess I'll just have to resort to the frickin Battle comp" The cloak wearer did away with their cloak revealing himself to be an pale skinned man who appeared handsome, he wore a hugo boss suit and a light green tie which made his shockingly green eyes seem even more enticing then normal. He took out a PDA and clicked the button on the side, in search of one "Alistar Crow".
Another of the Black cloaks, entire cloak had been thrown away, somewhere over the Atlantic. She was revealed to be a young woman, from her apperance roughly 15-17 with long flowing blue hair that reached to the middle of her back, she was not exceptionally tall standing at only 5'1 and appered unathletic with spindly arms and a thin face. She stopped over Texas, unaware of both her Battle Comp and a Direction to choose she just floated in the air, the search for "Tilly" was not going well.
Ten stared down at Akira Natsume with a form of hunger in his eyes. "She's not half bad. Her technique is a little unpolished but thats kids for ya! I could really mold this brat to help us win" He thought to himself as he watched his contendor battle of thugs in an alleyway, it was an interesting development, he had expected her to be just some average brat but instead she looked to be quite the little minx, he was going to enjoy this tournmanet even more then he had expected.
Nine sat down with an exaggerated motion his head was pounding something horrible. He took out a cup of water and dropped a single hardened looking sharp hook, it dissolved quickly turning the water purple and bubbling. He smiled and drank it all down at once grimacing once it was completed. He took out his cellphone and checked the time. He was going to have to leave the hotel soon if he wanted to find, this Fitz. He had good reason to beleive he was camping out in South America, but it was early morning there and he was tired enough. "Whatever" he whispered and he stood up, made his way to the window and grew pitch black bat resembling wings before blasting off and shattering the glass with his kickoff.
The tallest of the cloaks stood in front of a house, nothing of his face was visible but his sharp pearly white teeth. No one was watching right now, "What a quate little house" he whispered as he jumped onto the lamp post and from there onto the window ledge of the girl's bedroom. It was 1 am in the morning in Kyoto right now. "Hmm, can't see a thing with my hair in my face like this" he whispered as he adjusted his hood.
The Cloak who ahd been the one to ask the other cloaks if they were going to leave was flying at top speed. But he was not flying high in the air, he was flying in the air, just straight down a cliff. "Crap not quite fast enough! Why'd they give me this insane guy" He thought to himself as he threw his cloak away and caught the kid by the ankle, his wings, which were soft white angel like wings were only just strong enough to support them both. He stopped and grabbed hold of a rather jutting out rock, he pulled himself up onto it and planted the kid on the rock as well, thankfully it was strong enough to hold them both, he was wheezing and trying to catch his breath. His hair was light blond and spiky, his eyes were a dark gray and he was pretty okay looking minus the crazy fashion sense.