[hr][hr][center][h1][b][i][color=F2541F]Atkin Bowman[/color][/i][/b][/h1]
[/center][hr][center][color=F2541F][b]Location:[/b][/color] Palace: Lawn[/center][hr]
	While it was a relief that he didn't have to spend any more time covered in velvet, his newly returned appearance was the last thing on his mind at the moment. There was a lot of shit to take in at once and nobody seemed to have a solid view of the big picture. But there was one thing that fixated in the boy's head. He was going to punch whoever was behind this in the face.

	There was no way that entirely unrelated parties kidnapped Luna, reinstated the Queste, and were plotting to kill all the most important figures in the Castle. This was all plotted by one person or one group of people. He had no idea what their greater motives were for this or what they planned to do after tearing everything down, but he didn't really give two shits. They were evil, and couldn't be allowed to just run around doing whatever they thought, thinking they could get away with every heinous action their ego told them they could do. Not to mention that they'd pissed him off in at least 3 different ways, and they deserved a good fist to the face. Probably a right cunt to be around in general.

	As far as the whole "Mutant" term thrown around, he was pretty sure they were an old gang of witches from generations ago. They should all be dead these days, and what Myrus had done was not Magyk, even witch magyk. So he didn't know why Thalia thought that the prince had suddenly become a witch. Maybe the term meant something else from where she was from. Apparently where Cuyler was from they were worshiped as gods, but also apparently they also believed fairy tales as fact, so he didn't put much stock into anything he had said to Myrus.

	[color=F2541F]"Can we take Myrus to a Physician or return to the Tower? We aren't getting anything done just standing around here on the lawn. Maybe the Pyramid Library has something on mutants."[/color] Not to mention that every moment spent standing around contemplating the situation was another moment that the bastard behind the events of the day could get farther along in their schemes. To top it all off, standing around was boring as sin and just made him want to storm off on his own to try figuring out what's really going on.
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	Well there went her warning to the new woman about Magyk attacks. It seemed like that window was seeing more use as an exit today than the door. But more importantly, her target had left through that window, and the sooner she could track her down and secure her, the better. It certainly wouldn't be in her best interest to hang around to witness a battle between Coven Mothers.

	Except, there wasn't a battle. The Wendron Mother tried invoking some eldritch prophecy, which would normally be a bunch of mumbo jumbo. But what happened next. That image branded itself in her mind, and she doubted that she'd ever completely forget. The sight of somebody just dissolving away shook her to her very core, and in fear, her body reacted. She threw her hands up to the last remaining person in the room, Fleur. There was a surge from deep within her chest, a power she had grown familiar with, but dreaded its appearance. But something went awry. She had acted in such a panic that Fleur was completely unaffected. Instead, the body of the other witch convulsed once, but remained still.

	Confronted with the failure of he desperation attack, being left alone with a coven mother and her quarry having left the house, the woman's next course of action was clear. She sprinted from her spot and dove right out of the window. She hit the ground more smoothly than anybody else had in recent memory, rolling up to her feet. The Young Army woman was in a rather compromising position by the man who had tried to knock her club out of her hand magykally (a situation she would rectify in the near future if time allowed), but everyone seemed no worse for wear. Perhaps she would be able to retrieve Luna from the Coven house without having to kill anyone after all.