[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]
	Atkin had no idea who this "Uncle Marcellus" was, or why she had so much faith that he would know anything about this mutant business, but he must be some hot shit to know about stuff that neither Arya nor Rowland were aware of. After all, they were the current and previous ExtraOrdinary Wizard, and the latter had been traveling the world in his spare time. If he would have guessed anyone to know something about anything, it would be one of those two. What kind of person would be knowledgeable about a subject that was in the blind spot of those two?

	More importantly, when were they going to go inside, he was freezing his ass off. Hell, he was even agreeing with Brother Grimm over there. It was already well below freezing and it sure as hell wasn't going to get any warmer tonight, especially with the snow starting to fall from overhead.

	[color=F2541F]"Not to rush everyone, but yeah let's get inside already. Certainly wouldn't hurt Myrus to be healed out from the elements,"[/color] Atkin chimed in as he shoved his hands into the crooks of his armpits in an attempt to keep them from freezing solid. The bit of fire from Arya also helped, but if the snow escalated into a full-on storm, he doubted if it'd be able to be maintained. Extraordinary Magyk or no, water had a funny way of putting out flames. 

	If the adults ended up dragging their feet for much longer with their insistence on staying out on the Lawn for no discernible reason, he'd just have to march back to the Tower himself. It's not like he wanted to just leave everyone, but at the same time, he didn't want to come down with a cold, or something worse like pneumonia just because nobody actually felt like moving from where they stood when they didn't have to.
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	"My mission is to return her to the Palace. I'm not going to change my mind on that any time soon." The woman didn't need a gun pointed at her to grab Luna and head back to the Castle. That's what'd she'd been trying to get accomplished this entire time. Speaking of the princess. Oh. She was in rough shape. The poor lass. Although the vast majority of her feelings towards the girl was that of sympathy and pity, a part of her was a bit relieved she had fallen unconscious, if simply how easily that reduced the complexity of the situation. She didn't have to worry about trying to gain the princess' trust enough to come with her. Even though she wasn't one of the witches, she wouldn't blame Luna for being too scared or cautious to just take her word that she only wanted to get her back to the Palace.

	The woman approached Luna's unconscious body and tried to pick her up. One of her hands was full with the club, and a human body wasn't exactly the easiest thing to handle, so in the process of getting her up, the princess' head slipped and hit the ground. Ouch. She just had to hope that either it was nothing, or that the Palace Physician would be able to handle one more issue. With her mark now in hand, the woman walked towards the armed woman.

	But her work wasn't quite done. She didn't have a lot of time to dedicate towards this, but the Young Army woman. She couldn't just leave her to this wicked man. Not only did he hang around the witches who'd just kidnapped the princess, he was really skeezy going on about fictional debts and acting like he was a gentleman when he was just scum. Especially with that spell he was trying. It was so gross and rapey. So as she passed the two of them she pulled her club up and swung it down hard on the back of Rhys' head. It got him good. Not quite enough to knock him out, but he wasn't able to finish his spell, and it would give her an opening to escape. Hopefully.

	"Let's go. Time is of the essence."