Hallow looks at the boy. Noticing that they indeed are alone in the room. She eyes the cameras in there, noticing 2 so far, both cross faced, slowly sweeping the room. She walks close to the wall, glancing at the cameras now and then, noticing their pattern before nodding to the boy. It should have been long enough now. "Indeed... I should leave now. Good look with hiding your true self. *She giggles gently again* See you around. *She walks close to the wall... and calmly steps trough it as she is in the cameras blindspot. Dissapearing trough the wall and out into the streets. She changes back into a more casual outfit, a leather jacket, and a pair of slightly torn jeans. She climbs onto the bike she had left behind the building and quickly begins heading home, smiling to herself. She had found enough of what she wanted. Mystic groans, as she had, quite ungraciously landed on her butt in the middle of the muddy field. She mumbles in an annoyed tone, finding it both quite uneccecary and quite rude for a godlike being like that to not send her close to home OR atleast capable of changing the location a bit more gentle. She stands up, glancing down at her robes, knowing she has to wash it later as she stands still, beginning to mumble and cast a spell, a bright yellow light lighting up the field as she creates a short distance portal (aka, not across realms) back to her home. Which she calmly steps trough. She starts getting ready for bed.
Seing what seemed to be a way out, Daniel dident wait to look around or anything like that, the quicker he was out of this plane the better, then other goals could start being looked over again, but for now, he had been here long enough, seen and learned enough that for now atleast, he did not want to be here. Rushing to the portal he dident care to try and learn and talk to the other people present right now, he would most properbly see them again anyway.
The sanguine specter witnessed what awaited for it's captive and itself within the cave. Seeing a man in some ridiculous looking fantasy wizard robe and hat conjure up a portal wasn't the oddest sight it seen in this world. Upon seeing the fantasy wizard walk through the portal followed by others, it saw an opportunity it couldn't pass up. The Crimson creature made a dash right for the portal, deciding on leaving it's captive behind as it's primary concern was finally leaving this nightmare. Assuming there would be others still on the other side of the portal as it exited, the bloody monster would ignore them, choosing on escaping from them and loosing them in the sewer systems if it needed to hide it's trail.
@Wata One hand still on her forehead, Aura looked after the leaving Mrs. Morph, hoping she hadn't neglected her in the wrong moment. She was eager to please, and it seemed an assignment too simple to fail... Serpent seemed a welcome distraction, so she continued that thread, briefly going through the places she knew that a six-foot-six-at-least humanoid gecko would enjoy, emitting an audible hum of mental activity all the while. "Now, fighting rings, I don't know. At least I do not think I do. First rule is never to talk about them, so word-of-mouth doesn't apply?", she joked, "If you know one... I would be glad to accompany you, if its' how you like to spend time. Hammering's good too, if that's what you prefer. I like to get to know people in their natural environments, and my liver can take... one or two drinks." "If... if you'd like, I'm aware of a WBSA-sanctioned, super-owned, super-friendly, actually super friendly"- she briefly laughed at her own joke, but noticed it was not that funny, and dropped it - "bar, not too far from here. It's... a bit on the upscale side. But there's all kinds!"
"All kinds, huh?" Serpent said, feeling a bit guilty seeing Aura hurting herself bonking. "Guess its more high society for us tonight then. How do you stand it?" He started to leave before looking back at Aura still walking, hands in his pockets. "You are old enough to drink, right? Also, be prepared to take notes." @Casavay
Stepping back through the portal with his jailers, Mimic was unsure of what to expect. Would the old man forget why he was looking for him? Or was he being brought back straight to the jail? For now he would just go with the flow, perhaps he would have an opening present itself to him.
@Wata Alexis froze. "Er... well..." She had absolutely forgotten the twenty-one years requirement; normally, she didn't go clubbing or barhopping, and in the past, she'd done it for entirely representative purposes, where nobody cared if she had a drink because she was Alexis Chares. Now, however... "Well, I suppose I will be watching you drink, then?" Not having thought of it irked her. "As for me standing it... well, father used to say I was his little Porphyrogennete, 'born into the purple'... wealthy born. Noble born. You get the idea. It is my life, and, some of my father's critics say, my purpose." She shrugs at the dark turn. "I like parties."
Serpent let out an amused huff of air through his nostrils. This girl seemed so very sheltered. "These parties are dreadfully dull. So does your father, no offense." Serpent said with a frown. "Maybe a bar fight would prove fun, they fight a lot in that establishment? I haven't punched anyone in ages." Serpent brushed and scratched his snout a little before he realized something. "Ah crap, I'm wearing the uniform still, Morph will eat my black and blue ass if I start a bar fight in this." He pouted and put his hands back in his pockets. "Let's just go, this place is donion rings." He murmured and began to leave the gallery - museum - whatever. @Casavay
@Wata "I'm not aware of regular bar fights over there, but..." Aura stopped as Serpent moved towards the exit, following him instead of talking as quickly as her heels allowed her. "You're probably right", she relented as they left the building. "Maybe we just walk and see where it takes us? I'm sorry if it seems uninspired. I normally get invited and don't have to think up venues." Chares genuinely smiled at the lizard man, flashing a smile so bright it could likely kill vampires. "You don't seem to like PR work, do you, Serpent?"
The Prophet blinked and stared down at the new item in his hands: a book. He thanks the vile gods beyond that he hasn't been flayed alive for that previous blunder, and swiftly slips away. Re-entering the mundane world and returning home with his remaining followers, he goes into his home and prepares to rest. "Rest up, my friends. Tomorrow will be a fateful day." The cultists went to sleep, however the Prophet sat down at his desk and brought out a pen and a stack of black paper. He opened to what might've been the books table of contents, hoping to copy down the most important segments in the small amount of time he had.
