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[h2][color=lime]Walter Ozwyrd[/color][/h2][/center]
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Day 1 [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=lime]Time:[/color] Dusk/Evening [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=lime]Weather:[/color] Light Rain [color=gold]◈[/color][color=lime]Location:[/color] Harold's Academy, Outside the Ballroom [color=gold]◈[/color] [color=lime]Participants:[/color] Walter Ozwyrd 
[@A Lowly Wretch], Professor Grune [@Aeolian][/center]
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The light rain swept along the rooftops, painting the surface of the land in a wet sheet. Even the ends of his and the back of his jacket were not exempt. Even still he peered long from his perch, trying to glimpse something from afar. For an old woman she sure could travel. He started to wonder what he'd been expecting to see when a subtle tone started rising above the din of the concert below.

[color=lime]"Huh, someone practicin' vocals? Where-"[/color] His externally audible train of thought was answered before it could complete by an announcement broadcast. Professor Grune's warning could be heard echoing out before it was cut short by an explosion, an urgent premature exclamation point to her message. The explosion shook the area, breaking many of the windows and off-setting Walter's balance. Without much warning he slid across the slope of the slick rooftop, swiftly approaching the lip. With only a split second to react he caught the lip of the roof, his fingers starting to slide off the slick edges.

[color=lime]"Woah! I'm faaaa- wait, I can fly."[/color] He realized, letting go and just slowly drifting down past the roof's ledge to the first window he could see into. Past the shattered frame he could hear many voices. Some came from the Illuminaires trying to rally everyone, some from others trying to help and yet many others just fumbling about in a panic.

Walter had never seen the Ni-Seraphi nor experienced the war first hand. His childhood mostly was a hazy recollection of their family's efforts to find new footing after a rogue Ni-Seraphi attack left them homeless. Hearing the song on the approach might not of sewn fear into this plucky young youth's heart quite like it would the older lot's, spooky though it certainly was, but it did leave him with a couple questions, ones he hoped to ascertain by peaking over the roof's edge like a gopher taking a cautionary glance out from it's burrow.

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And boy did he get an answer. These things were [i]big[/i]! If their prodigious size wasn't enough of a hint at their inhuman nature then their silvery eyes and great wings made it quite obvious just what they were.

[color=lime]"Crud. This night just went from bland to downright deadly."[/color] He muttered, thinking his next actions through carefully. He might of heard something from the Illuminaires about finding shelter but the problem with that is that he didn't have the keenest idea on where those were. He kind of put the whole safety measures spiel in the back of his mind since he never thought it'd get used.

He had one idea, though it was risky and would aggravate the hell out of a lot of very large, dangerous enemies.

Focusing hard his magic pulsed through unseen space. It was truly remarkable, even in the limits of what it was confined to doing. All the very many Ni-Seraphi in his sight were slick with rain as they moved through the storm. Within seconds however they were now covered in sticky tar, the kind used to help weather-proof ships against the tides of the endless ocean. It was as if they had stepped through a curtain of the black adhesive, the transformation spreading across all visible surfaces of theirs in a wide and fast ripple.

He had no idea how they'd react and he had no plans on sticking around to find out. Ducking back down below the roof's lip he removed one of the containers from his back. Looking through a mostly transparent screen of tempered glass he changed the contents within into the formula he saw used in theater smoke dispensers. One day at the theaters and a healthy amount of curiosity had landed him this nifty recipe which was going to come in real handy in a moment.

Uncorking the cap he swiftly landed, coming down into a slide before picking up into a sprint. He raced towards the dueling room seeing is that was where Professor Grune gave her announcement from, or so he assumed. Now, was it a terribly bright idea to sprint for the area that just got hit by an enormous explosion? No, not really. Walter wasn't trying to avoid danger however. He was aware that he may have just gotten the Ni-Seraphi's attention and thus by following his Illuminaire's orders he'd be directing their attention right to where everyone was. At the very least he figured he could set up a smoke screen behind him, something to help hide the others during their escape while making his way towards people he knew for sure could handle themselves in a scrap. The sloppily spilling liquid splashing from the vessel in his hands certainly was spreading a great deal of fog right along his path. All that remained was to find the professor before any of the Ni-Seraphi could catch him out of cover.

Provided Professor Grune was still alive that is. She was tough, surely she'd still be alive despite all the carnage...

Wouldn't she?