Kiriakov listened silently to the explanation of the magician that had put the group in such a situation and when he mentioned that "the world needed them" he closed his eyes and raised his head in contempt. That's all he wanted to hear, the world needed him, and thus he was going to put all his hearth and might into such honorable duty, indeed it sounded absolutely delusional, too good to a certain degree, could it be that the retirement had afflicted him more than he had expected to a point of having lost part of his cold judgement? Upon realizing this he started to think more rationally, where is the catch? Surely, he mentioned a reward, and by the looks of this man, his cryptic way of speaking and form of appearance it was more than likely that it wasn't something physically material, like money, gold or diamonds, which, while technically good enough for fellas like the young man in the "semi casual" attire, they would amount to nothing over time for Maximilliam and the Russian was thinking of something that a magician of high caliber would appreciate as a better reward, and the conclusion he came to was one, power. That would be the reward he would ask for, to understand better his own powers and the why of its existence.

Once again, the prejudge of Kiriakov proved wrong when the blonde young man proved himself not to be naive by questioning the farmer guy, worst than that, he was impertinent. The farmer guy was the one who had called them all by all means, this guy had powers that surpassed the laws of causality by contacting each of the present members individually in different matters and then made the entirety of central park disappear. Questioning the authority, what a horrible mode. In any case the guy said that at eleven something would begin, which would be around two hours from then, or so Kiriakov though until he looked at his watch and without holding his surprised he saw that, not only it was marking ten and thirty one, but also the hands were moving quicker than they should be, dangerous, too dangerous, the "beginning" that the farmer guy was talking about was imminent.

The blonde giant was uttering no sense followed by even more no sense in the form of menaces that the Russian just decided to ignore.-[b]"Bydlo"[/b]- He though while he rolled his eyes and sighed. Just then he saw how a girl from the group was sneaking away, the mission hadn't started and they already had deserters? Not a good sign, but if what they were told was true that girl was going to come back soon when things started to fall apart, and the clock kept on going at a fast pace, could it be broken? Preposterous, too much weird things were happening already to not attribute it to magic. He was getting nervous, no, impatient, every second was a torture and he was just sitting there without doing anything, then a sickly looking guy introduced himself as "Eric" and Maximilian though that he might as well do the same, if only as a way to handle the pressure of the situation

[b]"I'm in too. My name is Maximilliam Kiriakov, but you can call me 'sir'[/b]"