Alexander fully met Mitsuki's gaze, before saying:

"I didn't see any thing or creature, so from my point of view, you just went berserk, and your arms began glowing with silver streaks even Nonmagi can see, after which you began swinging your sword around out of nowhere, in a place with innocent people present." Turning to Gavin, the young man would then say: "You can see all Magic, right? What [i]did[/i] happen? Are we still in danger?"

"There was...a starry cloud that was also dotted with eyes, something from Lovecraft's novels," was the blond's reply. "This cloud drifted closer to us, and the eyes, from their pupils, extended tendrils that seemed like moving rifts into the void of voids. It entered our eyes; there was no pain, no discomfort, but it was still...eerie." A note of fear was in the eighteen-year old boy's voice. Then, he looked at Mitsuki, his eyes soft and sad.

"You went irate, then, ranting about how whatever...probed us should get out of your head, how you would kill them. Your arms weren't just glowing, you were gathering enough energy to nuke the Epirote village you were in, us, and yourself, too. Alexander could have handled it a lot better, but he saved all of us when he lifted you up with wind and crashed you down." Gavin continued to look at Mitsuki, then Morgana, not sure what to say to the latter. Thankfully, that was where Alexander came in, saying to the teenaged girl as a breeze blew into the cave's mouth:

"Morgana, that's your name, right? We're sorry for how we had to handle things back at the time, but public use of magic will only bring more problems for us," The young man then paused. "And we have too many problems already. Anyway," he continued, "my name is Alexander Sky."

"Speaking of problems," Gavin said, "what happened was bad. We were faced by enemies who knew how to negate our magic, treachery from among our ranks, and we've become fugitives from the law." Seeing that Marcus was awake, Gavin continued: 

"I was over-enthusiastic about this entire business, over-enthusiastic about finding these mysterious 'Tablets of Ararat', and I put all of you in danger for that. I am sorry about this, but my apologies mean nothing without actions." Looking at the group, from Mitsuki, Morgana, Marcus, and Charles, who should be awakening right now, Gavin would continue:

"Which is why at the next opportunity, I am going to turn myself in. If we're being probed and watched even here, then we're not as far away from our pursuers as we thought. And when I turn myself in, I will take full responsibility, I will tell them that it was I who gathered you guys here, and even that it was [I]me[/I] who almost nuked the village. I will plead with them to let you off easily and to spare you from punishment."

[b][i]Group O'Ryan[/i][/b]

Jon, Ascot, Aden, O'Ryan, and Leon's drone would be strolling through the small Epirote village, with the task of selling the 'we are here to make a movie' story. Then, they  would all be approached by an actual policeman, the village's resident Police officer, who then said:

"I didn't recall the mayor giving permission for a movie crew to set up here. Can I see your papers?" The middle-aged man, his olive-skinned features lined with wrinkles that were emphasized by a frown, "and I don't recall a new member of the force being assigned to this village," he said to Leon's drone.

Jon had appropriate papers, same for Aden, who would show his own documentation to the policeman, who was still suspicious of the rest of the 'crew and actors'. But, while the group was dealing with miutinae, they would notice that the villagers were slowly slipping back to their homes, and locking the doors behind them. Ascot had also disappeared...only to come back, handcuffed, and escorted by two men in black suits, with dark glasses and earpieces. They seemed armed only with pistols, but the bulge of ballistics jackets can be seen underneath their suit, ballistics jackets that Leon's drone can sense was resistant to magical senses, appearing as a green-white, opaque spot that masked any specific details.

The same material that the Anti-Magic Units that had attacked them just earlier wore. The agent to the right of Ascot, a white, black-haired man with somewhat curly hair, would then say:

"We found this boy trying to slip out of this village. Let's just say that with...people like you, we can't be too careful." And one would notice that Ascot's cuffs were made of that same ceramic material that negated Magic.

"Now," the agent - for this was obviously an agent - continued, "the mayor of this village has lent us his residence so that we can have a little chat. Would you be so kind as to accompany us and this boy?"

[b][i]Apollo[/i][/b]

Apollo, wherever he was, would find his phone number called.

"Hello, Apollo," was the response should the psychologist answer. "This is the Director." FBI Director Andrew Wren was one of the people in the US Government who had urged negotiation first before going in all guns blazing. He had been overruled yesterday, but it was clear that he had bounced back from that minor setback.

"Just thought you should know that the CIA has a few people in Greece already seeking out the Necromateion. They've captured a young boy who had also been seen in Brightwell earlier; they say [i]he had tried to turn himself in as well[/i]. Now, they're trying to get the rest of the group to surrender, but I'm afraid they might try for a quick nabbing if things don't go their way. So, I have to request your services in negotiation and psychology, and, if a certain friend of yours is ready to act, perhaps his help as well?"

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