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Selim nods and begins down the indicated passageway.

Piotr cleans himself up a little, changing into some of the old clothes in the back of the van. "This looks like an oil stain," he says impassively as he sniffs at a section of the shirt he put on. "Nightshades," he says, referring to Moriarty, "You have my thanks."

Another injury. Harlequin's stomach this time. A glance at the injury told him he hadn't been gutted, but were it not for the defensive spell he threw up at the the beginning of the fight he'd have lost the use of one arm and been holding his guts in with the other. Harlequin needed to find a...

"Cheers," Nurthk thanks his learned colleague and proceeds to yank and twist at the knob, trying to pry it loose.

"Hey Cylantro, where was that symbol on this thing you were talking about? Four hundred and something years old?" Nurthk asks, studying the mess of metal as it tries to rearrange itself into a functional form.

"Ms. Laura, which direction did that scraping noise come from? Selim waits for her response then starts in that direction.

Harlequin hisses. More than a Banisher in the making, this guy was the real deal. That girl was going to prove to be a deadly distraction. She had witnessed the Banisher's spellcasting, something that Harlequin could only blame himself for. "I liked that shirt, you :)ss," fortunately he had...

"Young woman, what part of 'hurry home' don't you understand!? Run!" Harlequin was a little worried, this encounter didn't seem like the variety that would be solved by words. He had contingencies in mind however, his plans had taken shape and he was as ready as he'd ever be. He calmy picked up...

"I liked those clothes," Piotr laments as he gets up, his arm more or less fine, "It's as though it was never broken. "I always wondered if there was something... more to everything. Anyway, Nightshades, how far to your van? I don't want to spend to long trekking through snow in what's left of...

Shishi was right, this guy was definitely a hazard. A Banisher in the making. Harlequin left the photo in his courier bag, there wouldn't be an opportunity for it now. A pity, the girl seemed like a pretty good source of information. "Miss, now would be an ideal opportunity to hurry on home,"...

Hey, don't let me kill your idea. Stick with your Infiltrator if you like and if you put one together before I do I've got another idea to fall back on.

"Hmm?" In the back of his mind Harlequin felt as though it was a certainty that when he looked over his shoulder he'd get a knee in the delicates, but that was the same little voice he had been ignoring before and it wasn't going to change after a few seconds. Harlequin glanced over his...

Piotr frowned, he hadn't received anything remotely in the form of an explanation. The Pure? That was just more questions by the sound of it. "Roman?" he asked, "What about my broken arm and Sherlock's gut wound? Looked kinda bad, really." Taking another look he realised their respective...

Harlequin laughs and lowers his guard somewhat, placing his hands in his pockets. She didn't seem like a threat, and while part of him said that an unthreatening and attractive girl made her a large threat he was particularly good at ignoring it. "Cops? Not a chance. I'd be happy to forget all...

Funny you should say that, I was thinking along the exact same lines. :)

Selim walks past the woman and while Elysia speaks to her he listens intently in the direction she was focusing. "A laboratory you say?" Selim's expression shows interest for a few moments before he goes back to trying to locate the source of the scraping noise.

"Excuse me miss, I believe there's a bit more subtlety required in illegal entry to a premises," Harlequin says, smiling broadly. He had a tendency to assume the worst, that way any eventuality was relieving in that it wasn't as bad as he had expected it to be. That said, this was far from what...

"I bit someone," Piotr is more than a little dumbfounded by the immediate past's events, "I can taste blood but it is not my own. I bit someone... and it felt good." Piotr goes on to talk to himself in Russian. Those with a grasp for the language notice his attention has moved to his broken...

"I'm glad we share mutual goals. And you're right about the stranger. He wasn't carrying any luggage so I don't think he plans on spending long here, so if he does have plans they'll be acted on in the very near future. I'll keep an eye out, but this isn't my turf and I'd hate to tread on the...

"Be careful, if there are any signs of trouble get back over here immediately," Selim says.