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Strolling through the hallways of M.A.N.A's Headquarters, Emory made his way towards the medic bay where the three unconscious youths were located. Occasionally glancing up from his notebook to exchange greeting with the various magic users he passed, Emory absently wondered over the youths who were apparently magic users of some kind despite not having manifested their powers earlier on. How did M.A.N.A miss their presence until recently? Where there more magic users like them out there? It wasn't entirely impossible, despite their resources and intelligence network. The Daemons had started popping out of the woodworks earlier, even if they vanished a short while later. 

A slight frown had worked its way between his brows by the time he stopped outside the doorway of the infirmary, and he willed his bad mood away, replacing it with calm and serenity. What he was about to tell these three youths was not going to be pleasant and will definitely be hard to accept, especially by people who had no idea magic was a prominent force within their world. He felt bad for the fact that he will be turning their world upside down, but he had no choice. They had to know, or else they would die. 

"Kitty. Theo. Thank you for standing watch over them." Emory said as he entered the room, pulling up a chair opposite the beds and settling gracefully into it. The hand not holding his notebook rose in an inviting gesture meant to compose everyone who was awake and demanding answers. "Please, return to your beds. While you may feel well enough to be up and about, I suggest you rest for another couple of hours. Also, you might wish to be sitting for the news I have next. Trust me...or don't. But your future might depend on it, as cheesy as it sounds."

There was another soft murmur, causing Emory to crane his neck a little to peer at one of the beds near the end. "Ah, welcome back to the world of the living, young Atlas. There is much we need to catch you up on, too."

At the back of his mind, Emory was starting to feel a headache coming on. Wasn't it just his luck that everyone decides to wake up when the Leader was absent? Being an assistant didn't mean he could be heaped with everything else his boss didn't feel like dealing with, dammit all.
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Left hand tucked into the pocket of his slacks, Wrath reached up with his right to loosen the tie at his neck. He paused for moment, then decided to just be rid of it. It was bad enough he needed to endure working in a human-infested environment, caged in his human form for hours on end, and denied the chance to bring havoc down on the puny critters. Sure, he could still intice some of the more corrupted humans around the city to fall even further to darkness in his human form, but it didn't quite have the same satisfaction nor effect. As his mood darkened again and anger stirred within his heart, the skin on his left forearm tingled in warning. With considerable effort, he reigned his temper in even as he contemplated breaking the seal by reverting fully to his daemon form. The pain doing so brought would be nothing once he killed a handful of people. But that would be going against orders. He had been ordered to control himself until the time came but four years of doing nothing significant was wearing down on his patience. 

His disgruntlement abruptly took a backseat when he caught the scent of familiar magic. Stopping dead in his tracks, he cocked his head slightly, listening intently to the sounds in the air and feeling the vibrations traveling through the ground. Quick as a snake, he snagged a piece of paper that came close enough, rubbing it between his fingers to feel the glossy sheet.

"Excuse me. Could you tell me what it says on here?" Wrath asked the first passerby, holding the paper our before him with two fingers.

"What. Are you illiterate?" The woman scoffed, making to move away.

"If this was in Braille, I wouldn't need to bother you." He shot back scathingly, lifting his sunglasses slightly to reveal glassy, distant eyes. 

The woman paused, then snapped, "It's an advertisement for a host club just a few minutes walk from here. You know the one with that power-shaped symbol?" before walking away.

Wrath dropped the flier, a wide grin stretching across his face. He must have looked like a loon, grinning and laughing maniacally as he headed for the club, but he didn't care. Apparently it was time. It didn't take long to reach the club, and Wrath shoved the door open, sauntering in and feeling around the place for Cinia.