[center][h3][color=#3D85C6][color=#7BCDC8][i]ℭ[/i][/color]harles [color=#7BCDC8][i]Λ[/i][/color]eon[/color][/h3] [b][u]ＴＨＥ ＩＭ ＭＯＲＴＡＬ[/u][/b] O M I N A R [sub]~ The Warehouse Meeting Place ~[/sub][/center] [hr] Charles studied Zeki when he slid over to the counter. The Lucenti shortly vanished behind it when he bent down, the numerous sounds of shifted items began and he once more emerged again. His figure up-righted itself and in each hand, two identical vials were held. The clear, murky liquid swirled with each step back toward Charles as the shopkeeper removed his glasses. A faint, eerie ghost fire wafted from his irises, the color flickered and danced like blue flame licking the insides. At first, Charles didn’t note the oddity until the Licentia came to a stop in front of him. The sudden image was enough to make the immortal twitch in reaction. His fingers tightened into a fist as he inhaled, soothing the jittery alertness spread through his being. A combination of being in unknown territory and terribly injured did little to help his frayed nerves, the night still determined to leave him a paranoid mess. [color=a187be]"Immortal... hmm. Professor Aeon, this isn't a normal store, I do not have normal medication on me. I do, however have this. Gorgon's blood. It should do the trick,"[/color] The Licenti spoke, his hand offered the two vials as if they were a lifeline,[color=a187be]"I was afraid you were in a position where it wouldn't help, but if you are truly immortal, then this should at least help speed up the process. I also seemed to have mixed up the right and left bottles, but again, if your immortal, it should do the trick. I was wondering what I was going to do with them. They are free of charge of course. If you'll excuse me, I'll go answer the door."[/color] Immediately Charles looked askance at the offer. With great caution and little choice, Charles reached out a careful hand. He took one vial and then the other in a single hand. The professor spied the Licenti casually stroll toward the door leaving the immortal to examine the contents. Setting the other vial within his lap, the immortal lifted one to the light and examined the murky substance. It sloshed and appeared heavy for a liquid as Charles frowned, studying the fashion the substance swishing against the likely enchanted container for clues to its intentions. It gave none causing him to inhale in frustration sharply. He placed it down and repeated the same process with the other vial while he listened to Zeki greet additional guests. From his peripheral vision he watched Licenti's face lite up like some grisly Jack o' Lantern for old hallow eve and for a moment, Charles thought his host's 'smiling' expression might just frighten the new arrivals away. Instead, they entered willingly. Pausing in his activities, Charles glanced at the two individuals casually strolling in and took stock of their characteristics. The first was above average for a human, his head would easily thump the ceiling back in his own home. The red hair and green eyes reminded him of an Irish man he once knew creating a curiosity if the man descended from that region. Naturally, he didn’t assume the man was Irish by any means and didn’t ask. The next individual to enter was much shorter and around average height. His muscular features, including his vibrate purple eyes and brown hair, brushed Charles’ memory. It was enough to stir up his wariness over the younger man’s appearance. Something connected the last arrival with something dangerous, but the professor couldn’t quite determine why and it bothered him. Charles shifted to the wall back less subtly than he had liked. At this point he noted their host’s voice raised to something upon the roof, his cane lifted and something magical sprang forward into the night. [color=a187be]"Come inside if you plan on lurking. Your Vis is scaring people."[/color] Lingering there, Glaedwine shifted back into the shop leaving the door wide open in invitation to the eavesdropper. [color=a187be]"Sorry for that. I have to have my security very.... specific around here. In any case, I am Zeki Glaedwine. Some of you remember me from the rally. I prefer for Roger to do all the speaking, I'm afraid I am not the most eloquant. I am, however, a man of many talents. Or perhaps I should say Licenti of many talents, as you can probably tell. I will begin the meeting in a minute. Mainly because A) I would very much like for Professor Aeon not to pass out and heal a little bit B) I'm waiting for one more person to come in from outside."[/color] [color=#7BCDC8] “That might be a while as I’m trying to limit the actual damage, personally I’m not fond of painful experiences…”[/color] Charles hissed in pain then moved on when he noted the door was still wide open. [color=#7bcdc8]" Do you really think it’s wise to invite a wolf among the sheep?”[/color] Charles stated through gritted teeth, naturally irritated by the fact he was in no condition to fight off the ‘spy’. Especially if this individual proved dangerous enough to worry about. [color=#7BCDC8] “It also doesn’t appear you have any sort of security which makes me ponder how well this little group will do in the long run.”[/color] Something rang and vibrated within Charles’ pocket, causing his head to snap down. [color=#7BCDC8] “Excuse me a...moment.”[/color] His side still throbbed and blood, he ignored it as he leaned to one side then removed the compact item into his right hand. Flipping it up like Killian had taught him, his eyes darted over the symbol lingering on the screen and finally flicked it to the side. It revealed a text message from Killian asking Charles where he was. Pausing for a bit, Charles debated on his a answer for several moments. Deciding to be honestly, his thumb darted on letter to letter to text out a reply. [color=#7BCDC8][i] Twilight Spirit.[/i][/color] The thought never crossed his mind that Killian might actually come looking for him as he placed the phone down beside him.