Harper's eyes trailed his charge as she left he table and made her way over to him, polishing off his drink and setting the glass on the table before she reached him. "Ruby, I know you well enough to know you're not done," he sighed as she took the seat by him and locked her arm with his, noting her attempt at pouting. After five years he had gotten used to most of what she threw at him, especially when she was doing her best to manipulate him. "My job is to make sure you don't run away and to retrieve you when I do," He went on, holding his tongue as the front she had been giving him came to a quick end.

A long blow of air spilled out from between his lips as he watched her remove the little device and earplugs. "If I wasn't so nice I'd smack that out of your hands or jaunt before you had the chance to turn it on," Harper said, turning to the bar and plopping his elbows onto the counter. "Try not to make my life hell for too long, would you?" Harper made no effort to look over at her, waiting for whatever it was that she was planning to do; his way of letting her get away with her double dealings.

"Sorry," she murmured.

"No. You're not." Harper flatly said, planting his hands over his ears.

The silent scream hit his ears first and hardest, a little side effect to having hyper sensitivity to sounds, smells, tastes, and so on. For a moment his composure was held, though that was only a moment. His body went wild trying to combat the wretched sensation blasting his ears, his extra eyelids shielding his eyes, trying to maintain a balance in pressure, his palatal valve sealing and preventing him from having to breath for the next few minutes as his mind tried its best to calm the rest of his body down. Cold sweats, mild convulsions, blood dripping out of his nostrils, Harper could only hope that he'd black out soon enough. The gods must have been looking down on him for moments later everything turned black and his head hit the table. [i]Sweet release.[/i]

Harper came to with a note by his head. His eyelids retracted and his dreary gaze jumped from the counter to the table where Cedric and the pyro had been, it now empty. 

[b][i]"I'll be seeing you. Give my love to Ruby. With love Elijah Craig."[/i][/b]

"Cunt," H rolled his eyes as he flicked the sheet off of the table before looking down to his arms where there was a dull throbbing pain matching the faint ringing that still lingered in his ears and deep in the recesses of his mind. Where the empty glass once was, there was only the base of the glass, it having shattered from its proximity to the high pitched sound, leaving a trail of glass embedded in his arm, right up to his shoulder. The skin had already tightly sealed around it, which meant that he'd have to tear them out so his arm could properly heal.

A quick trip to the bathroom as a long line of profanity later, Harper stepped out of the club, taking a moment to try to jaunt to the roof of the building across the street. When the only result was a spike of pain surging through his skull, he guessed that the sound had done a solid job scrambling his brain for the time being. Best bet was to just follow her trail. All things aside, he was a damn good bloodhound.