[center][hr][b][u][h2][color=c4df9b]Alexander Karamazov Vanburen[/color][/h2][/u][/b][img]https://cdn.kassir.ru/msk/person/d6/d61ca0dab2b47fd20dbb8e30d573ff5c.jpg[/img][hr][/center]

Alexander listened rather intently to what the two experts on magic said to all of them, hand on his chin and the other on the phone, taking down notes. From what he could gather, the Spectre was probably an Apparition, given that it was a strange being composed purely out of magical energy and not from flesh and blood. Though, no one would really expect something called the Spectre to be a creature made from organic material, given that its namesake was a ghost of legend. At least these two magical experts were giving them a crash course on magic, just as he had requested, giving a lot of clarity to what he had been experiencing in the last few weeks. The curse of stone, the Spectre taking a liking to him, his power to bring back the ghosts of the dead, and all that jazz. 

Of course, there was that annoying kid in the middle of them... what was his name again? Junior? Junior Alexander? Ah, hell. What a shame for this petulant child to bear the same name as him; even when Alex was 13, he wasn't such an insufferable dot. [color=c4df9b]Nadoyedlivyy durak."[/color] Alex grumbled lowly as the exposition about magic continued in earnest, though Oscar seemed to be taking quite a few calls... and it wasn't long before he looked at their guests with suspicion. Anything wrong now?

And then these two others came in. [i][color=c4df9b]Did these guys have twin siblings each?"[/color][/i]

Of course, that wasn't the case, as the fake Justin released a wave of water now that their cover was blown. It happened at such a speed that Alexander wasn't able to turn intangible in time in order to neutralize the effects of the surge, but he was already leaning on the wall, lessening the impact of the attack on him. He was, however, very much displeased as his clothes just got wet. Shivering slightly, Alexander glared at the imposters, who had just opened a portal. A pair of chains, glowing with green eldritch magic coursing through their metal, materialized from his bracelets, before lashing them out against the fake Thuyen in an attempt to capture her by wrapping the chains around her body.