Once time began again, Mithias immediately withdrew the orb back into his hand, absorbing it and removing it from Bob's presence. He gasped and blinked so wide-eyed as he usually did in his idiotic innocence, watching Bob stride away with a feminine hip-swing. Mithias had no idea that the orb would react in such a way against Bob, and the fact that it seemed to actually hold him at bay was utterly shocking. Had anyone else seen it in that fraction of frozen time? Probably not. Regretting the orb's offense, Mithias stood up apologetically, but Bob had already moved on, leaving his words to linger on the vampire's mind. Lon? Prophecy? And what was that bit about the 'deepest darkness' and 'blackest chains?' The mechanics of emotions were beyond him. 

Walking over to the meeting with Genocide, Mithias stopped to help Kevin up from the ground. The vampire reached a hand to the man, lifting him gently. "Welcome to the Lounge." He said without further explanation. The look on his face was fairly stoic. Mithias knew what that drink felt like. 

It was surprising to see Number 5, Tugoro, and some apparent ally of theirs, who must have been Genocide, all sitting like civilized beings at a table. Mithias felt a surge of adrenalin kick in without his consent. He glanced to Asura, Creed, and the others to witness their reactions. Hopefully, nobody else on his team would get turned into a doll. 

Genocides eyes slammed the company with their powerful, penetrating glare. Mithias felt the force of that radiation and was prepared for it. He glared back at Genocide with strength. It wasn't the first time he had been attacked with a look. Stein's gaze had been much worse. 

Number 5 took on the modified form of Bug, and at first, Mithias didn't get the labcoat. 

Asura started talking. This was going to be interesting.