Leon had been the first one to arrive at the tavern called Deacon Arms owned by someone dear, and close to his own family. He hardly could understand what had happened today it was supposed to be simple...it was suppose to be clear, and too the point. But Leon still felt all the worse for the events even with his mind getting out panic mode. he had a heavy wool coat draped around his shoulders that smelt like cigarettes, and cologne. He hated that smell but it was comforting as the man who sat next to him drank from a bottle of gin with little hesitation on the matter. The man patted his back roughly, and looked down at him with drunk but worried eyes. He normally was the direct opposite but Leon had known him his entire life. Even before he was born this man had been a family friend. He held his hands out in front of him trying to put the pieces back together...He figured it would be best to recap how things went down for himself. 

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Earlier:

Leon ran down the street it was dark still, and he could feel the sweat on his brow drip down his body as he ran. He hadn't seen anyone yet Leon had made sure that he hadn't been followed, or seen by non-magi using his wind magic to run faster than most normal humans could with the wind at his back giving him a push. Blood was covering his cut uniform, and his cheeks the wounds were minor but they stung. Leon was talented but he had still gotten injured by decent enough shots. He wasn't some infallible wizard like the maelstrom his father was capable of creating. He wasn't as dexterous, and cunning as his grand father who taught him a lot but not enough. He was still to young, and inexperienced to learn all of the Winchester secrets. Still despite the lights flashing all around him he didn't especially care what happened next he just needed to move forward. Towards that location he had given to his friend Albert...he couldn't believe he had thrown his own kin under the bus like this but...who else could he turn to? 

Leon ran down the street huffing, and puff his chest killing him as pain shot through his ankles from the running. He wasn't exactly willing to admit it but he was not meant for marathon running like this. He did his best in controlled bursts. Nothing more short of this situation had even made Leon run full out like this before. His body almost gave up on him a few times already but his iron will power refused to let him go down. Leon almost tripped, and fell in front of the door to the tavern he looked up...[i]Deacon Arms[/i] was the name of the tavern. Leon sat there on the ground as pain shot through his ankle as he must've twisted it a little after stopping so suddenly. Leon hoped to god this worked...this situation would resolve in only two ways...Leon mustered his courage and pushed open the door. Instantly he was met with the smell of smoke, heavy cologne, and alcohol. There was the sound of pool being played somewhere, and the sound of a television radiated through the room. It was a man talking about the latest football game, or rather Soccer, being a complete blowout for the home team. There was some talking around the room as Leon entered. [color=8dc73f]"Oi! Hey there we're clo-"[/color] came the gruff voice of an Irishman. The voice was familiar, and bizarre to hear in Scotland of all places but it felt comforting to Leon to hear it despite the clear annoyance initially in it. However the annoyance quickly faded as he heard a gasp following it. There was the sound of a glass being dropped on the hard willow wood counter and the sound of a man rushing back from behind the bar. The man rushed over fast nearly scrambling after a moment or two of hesitation.

 [color=8dc73f]"WHAT IN THE BLOODY FUCKING GOD DAMN HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE!? LEON THE FUCK LAD!? WHAT THE BLOODY BLIMEY WHORE FILLED HELL HAPPENED TO YOU!? SHIT KID FUCKING HELL SHIT!"[/color]  the man shouted in panic as the employees, and other remaining tenants looked around as the man frantically looked over Leon. Leon smiled at the man. He war wearing Tweed hat on his head, and a dark brown jacket covered his arms. Underneath it was a stained white button shirt with two buttons on the top undone, and one at the bottom. He had tanned white skin but even then he looked a bit paler than he should. A bizarre looking watch was on his hand it seemed to be of ancient design Leon couldn't understand what it was actually. His pants were light brown, and he was wearing black leather shoes. The man had messy, and short cut brown hair that hung around his hat and his breath smelled of booze. His dark brown eyes were mixed with fear, confusion, and anger which told Leon all he needed to know. His teeth were yellow from years of smoking, and drinking. His facial hair was there but there was not much of it covering just his jaw leading to a soul patch that clung to his chin. [color=8dc73f]"FUCKING TALK TO ME YOU BLOODY YANKEE DUMBASS! YOU'RE OLD ENOUGH TO KNOW THAT MESSING AROUND WITH SHIT LIKE THIS PISSES ME THE FUCK OFF!"[/color] The man shouted further as he grabbed Leon and jerked him forward putting his arm around him and shoving him into a chair. [color=8dc73f]"On look out anyone coming here look suspicious fucking tell me got it Billy?"[/color] The man told one of the employees who nodded. The man took off his jacket and put it around Leon.

[color=39b54a]"Sorry Great Uncle...I...I fucked up. It's a long story...but I kind of pissed off one of the teachers at the clocktower."[/color] Leon said tiredly as Leon's great uncle looked down at him. He growled, and spit in a nearby bucket. [color=00a651]"This was the only place I could turn too...I'm so sorry. I know this is a pain in the ass for you Uncle but please don't rail on me too hard."[/color] Leon said he tried his best to avoid pissing off his uncle. It wasn't hard to do but the man had always had a soft spot for Leon, and kids in general. The man was honest, and crude but he meant well. He wasn't really a blood relative but he was family none the less. This man was called Mason O'brian Collins. Or rather Uncle Collins to Leon. A alchemist, a world class trickster, and one of Leon's closest family members. The man grumbled, and cursed under his breath for a minute or two. [color=8dc73f]"Balls fucking shit Leon you for real? I thought you had a good head on your shoulders?! Fucking with those preachy cock sucking pencil pushing goat fuckers at the clock tower ain't exactly easy stuff to deal with!?...What the fuck did you do exactly? Can't help ya if you don't tell me the details."[/color] Collins said as he looked down at Leon serious despite clearly being half drunk. He was looking over Leon's cuts and bruises and he reached over the counter to grab some strange green stuff that he rubbed on Leon's cuts. [color=8dc73f]"Least you don't look like a blind cobbler’s thumb. You'll be ok for now."[/color] Collins continued as he made sure the kid was fine. He was pissed but he was the worried kind of pissed.

[color=39b54a]"There was a man there...trying to make stuff happen...a holy war...he was abusing his students, and his authority. He was constantly parading around his accomplishments...demeaning students. We had enough of it and we took action."[/color] Leon stated as he quietly began to recount the story of how they got to this point in time. [color=8dc73f]"Holy war? Fucking protestants can't keep their hands in their pants can they? Crusades are done..."[/color] Collins stated as he drunk from a nearby bottle. Leon was pretty sure that his uncle didn't care if he should be doing that, or not. [color=00a651]"No not that kind of war...the holy grail war..."[/color] Leon said quietly as Collins nearly choked on his drink coughing and shaking his head. [color=8dc73f]"Blimey fucking hell...Holy Grail War? That shit is bad mojo Leon. You shouldn't be getting involved in that...looks like you don't got any command seals just yet...good on you. You didn't cock fuck yourself into a corner. Alright who's the swindling cow licker that started this?"[/color] Collins asked seriously as Leon told him it was that bastard Arieh Ayondale. A small grin appeared on Collins's face. [color=8dc73f]"Arieh Ayondale? That Rawny Ponce Himbo who dresses like a dandy? Figured it would be someone like him..."[/color] Collins stated with a chuckle. [color=8dc73f]"You're safe now though...I'll put up barriers, and runes to make sure he doesn't come knocking on the door-"[/color] Collins stated with a cocky smile as Leon grabbed his shoulder. [color=00a651]"You know him?"[/color] Leon asked as Collins shook his head, [color=8dc73f]"Heard his name a few time. Didn't care to meet him."[/color] Collins told him as Leon continued. [color=00a651]"There were others like me...trying to stop him...can you let them in-"[/color] Leon started as Collins groaned as he rubbed his eyes. 

[color=8dc73f]"Should've figured...no way you'd be dumb enough to do it on your own. Thought for a moment you were as balling as me, and your grandpa use to be. You're too much like you daddy to do that...alright I'll do it-"[/color] Collins started as Leon told him to hold on a moment, [color=8dc73f]"They have...heroic spirits with them."[/color] that was enough to make Collins choke and spit up his liquor as he glared at Leon. [color=8dc73f]"You be taking the piss right out of me Leon...fuck....Heroic spirits? Fucking shit those assholes don't do nothin' but cause issues...look I'll cut ya a bargain...they'll be allowed to stay, for a bit not very long, long as they don't fuck up my business got it? They do that all of them out on the street. I got a business to run. I'm only doing this because you're me lad Leon. Can't be throwing you, and your folks out in the cold."[/color] Collins said but his face turned sour as he glared around, and then out the window near the door. [color=00a651]"They're going to be here soon...thank you uncle"[/color] Leon said as he nodded at his great uncle. [color=8dc73f]"You're fucking lucky I love you like a son you little shit. I wouldn't do this for anyone other than you, and your grandpa...fucking balls...I need a drink..."[/color] Collins grumbled as he drank even more.

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Now Leon sat next to the man he wanted to go lay down but he wanted to make sure that everything was alright before he passed out. He couldn't be messing around any further. Uncle Collins had told Leon that he was going to be shipped back to grand pappy Winchester as soon as shit cleared up. Leon didn't doubt it he knew he was no longer a viable ally in this war. He could help but he wasn't a lackey to be used, and thrown aside. As much as he hated to let Ayondale possibly win the war there was too much risk, and little reward on his end for continuing through all of this. He'd tell Albert in the morning.