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The vampire watched the hobo work his magic and stay true to his hippie self--of [i]course[/i] he'd be a [i]plant[/i] mage--although he did have to put a cap on any observations he could have had as he watched the grass surge upwards. At the very least, it'd hide the body, but before he could even think to compliment or applaud the effort, the scent of alcohol hit him. His eyes darted to the flask as it was brought out, quirking an eyebrow as the hippie/hobo-plant mage took another drink. Still, it was a handy trick, but he couldn't quite pat the kid on the head as the murmuring of a few nearby people caught his ear.

Taking a quick look back at the crowd, Eris held back a scowl as he looked at the pair, surprised by Alderman's deduction. [color=ccff99]"Leverage or balls, either or. If there was ever a time to pull something like this, now was as good a time as ever,"[/color] He surmised. [color=ccff99]"The guards are more fanned out than usual since some of them have time off for the Revel. If I had to put myself in their shoes and guess, they probably did this knowing that."[/color]

As for the sigil mentioned, Eris shook his head, fiddling with the clasp holding his cape to his jacket. [color=ccff99]"I don't know much about magic, but I'll take your word for it,"[/color] He sighed, handing over the thread to his mage for safekeeping. [color=ccff99]"Change of plans, I think I can make it to the guard station faster if I just fly there. Hang tight and try to ward off any curious eyes; I should be back in a minute or so."[/color] 

Taking a few steps back away from the pair, Eris mentally mapped out his path. The nearest guard station should be a minute's walk away on foot, so he should make it there rather quickly. The actual flying wasn't his worry, though; transforming back and forth was still a little shaky on his end. Oh well, this was an emergency, he'd just have to deal with the shakiness. Turning towards the direction he hoped was the right one, the transformation from vampire to bat was quick and efficient, and soon he was airborne.

Fluttering above the pair, the bat flew in the direction of the closest guard station. Fortunately, it didn't take long, the flight mercifully uneventful. Deciding to land as close as possible, he flew in, deciding to transform back in front of the first guard he saw. Once his legs hit the ground, he was certain that he had nailed it. And why wouldn't he? Transforming was just one of his many talents, after all! That said, he didn't even get to take a step forward before feeling like he had gotten steamrolled over. The entire world seemed to spin all around him, and before he knew it, he had landed less-than-gracefully face-down on the ground. His nose in particular felt sore, but his body was sending him all sorts of mixed signals as he made his first attempt to get up. This talent needed a little more practice, it seemed.

He could hear someone ask if he was alright. [color=ccff99]"Hnng..."[/color] Shit, even talking was a little harder than it should have been, the dizziness getting the better of him as he pushed himself off the ground. Shaking his head, he forced himself to get up, swaying to his left and having to grab the nearest wall for support. [color=ccff99]"Behind ballroom...body...urgent!"[/color] He strung together the words, slightly slumping down before catching himself. Good grief, this was embarrassing. [color=ccff99]"There's a murdered mage behind the ballroom!"[/color] He spat it out, much more focused this time.

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[sub][right]Rolling around at the speed of a bat and leavin' [@Scribe of Thoth] and [@Trainerblue192].[/right][/sub]