The chaos down below was a good cover for Parry to slip out and up the apartment stairs. The heavy THUMP-THUMP-THUMP of Rikive's boots following him up the steps was a good heads up about company coming to join him.

Parry didn't bother to close the apartment door to his bedroom behind him. He knew Rikive might have just walked right through it without opening the knob given the situation below. He ignored her presence at first, going straight into his clothing closet first and tossing out his designer clothes one at a time.

"Plan?" He yelled. "There's no plan, lovely. Plan's gone. The Isis charm was the only card I was holding against Nemsemet. I don't know if it worked or not, or if it's even in one piece still. But we need to get out of Dodge. Where are my Armani- ah, there we go! You're going to want to change, lovely."

Parry tossed out a few plastic shopping bags. Inside was a variety of women's clothes. He'd taken Rikive shopping more than once for modern clothes, but for whatever reason she preferred her 'Ye Olde Viking' garb. Parry shut the door to give her some privacy while he slid into his jeans, a smooth button up short-sleeve, and grabbed a spare set of both.

"We're going to be on the streets for a little while," he yelled through the door. Silver Fairy sword was tucked in the corner. Better take that, he thought, snatching it up and slipping it into his belt. "Tony may have a place we can crash. If the mummy comes himself we're screwed. But he'll probably send some lackeys for us instead. The Wards will go off when they get here and A.) toast them or B.) not, if Nemmy decides to throw some charms on them. And if he throws charms on them, we are double fucked, 'cause then he knows what I am."

The closet door opened up and Parry stood in the frame, modeling this way and that, preening for his audience as he did a 360 twirl about. Designer jeans, a nice Gucci t-shirt, the Fae sword at his hip, and his hair in a ponytail.

"What do you think? Too much? Or should I go do my lashes again?"