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Mithias followed Drac into his portal, and the two stepped out into the chaos realm. Wherever they were going to appear suddenly vanished with a pop sound and the throng of the coffee lounge replaced as far as the eye could see. Damn Bob was fast. 

Drac and Mithias found themselves on a stage, and both of them recognized this particular part of the chaos realm. It was the Theater, Bob's center of power of sorts, and where he held his "formal" entertainment. The firelight that had burned in the vampire's eyes dimmed and disappeared along with his expectation of any fighting. There was nothing Mithias had to worry about in here, except for perhaps Bob remembering that little contract he'd signed once. But other than that, Bob would control his guests, Drac didn't stand a chance of trying to kill him again, and maybe for once they'd actually save the universe ...this time. 

The lounge was the busiest he'd ever seen it. Mithias merely watched as some liquid leapt out of a mug and began running down the table, across the floor, up another table, and jumped into someone else's mug while they weren't looking. ... Whatever the hell that was. He knew it was pointless to ask. He still had no idea how beings arrived here on their own, nor how even he had done so not long ago. But as long as this place was alive, it somehow meant that things were ok. 

Bob whipped out a large book with a ghastly binding, and Mithias softly groaned his disapproval and turned away. Bob certainly had that dark side to him, black as pitch. Was it really right to defend him at all? Mithias thought about it. Surely the book wasn't real. It must have been for show, an illusion. ... Damn it was convincing. The grey knight risked a glance at a dangling red fetal arm from the front cover and was just a bit unsettled by it. Of course it was a show, but nothing made a better show than what was real. Mithias began to worry, and yet he could have sworn he saw Bob grin wickedly as he caught himself considering this. 

Before Mithias could have reacted, Bob dramatically pulled him over and whispered in his ear. His statement could have been interpreted a dozen ways, from being a secret revelation about the future to merely childish playing. Certain he had no idea, Mithias responded typically. "Yes, Bob. I know. I'm well aware that Drac is undead..." They both were undead, Mithias and Drac, but the vampire didn't overstate the obvious. It probably wasn't what Bob had meant anyway. "Regardless, please don't kill him again, this time, er... at least not yet. Not before he's had a chance to explain why he's here. I'm sure you're curious anyway."