Off to market (Nicky)

[Anonymous]

OOC: How do you want to end this? Do you want him to get out before we close the thread? I kinda want to make this as quick as possible (the other one too).

When Vulcan was finished getting ready Cariah opened the door and waited for him to walk out. She would be one step behind him the whole way to the surgery. He'd been responding well to her, which in the eyes of the nursing staff, was one of her redeming qualities. She was always able to placate the "creautres".

[Anonymous]

(She can just drop him off with the people if you want. Leave him in a holding cell in the care of the surgery people. A supposedly secure room and none of them ever see him again and just leave it at that. The other one, pretty much just fix it so Louhi gets put up for a new Mordicai I guess, or just leave it if you want. )

Vulcan went as directed without fail, keeping close observation of his surroundings. He would find a weak point and he would exploit it, and he would escape. He was not enduring TRIM, and they were not putting that THING on his head and reading his thoughts. There was absolutely no way he was going to consent to that.

He obediently stood as she directed him, waiting to be taken to the operation room. He prefered not to fight his way out, but he would if he had to.

[Anonymous]

Cariah started walking to where Vulcan would be headbanded. She made sure he remained in his sight as she walked. She wanted to hold his hand or put hers on his shoulder to comfort him. She nibbled on her lip as she walked, unsure what to do. If she comforted him too much he might get nervous or the other staff might get upset with her. He was only a mage in their eyes afterall.

OOC: Thanks. If he doesn't escape from her in this post he'll go in the surgery room.

[Anonymous]

Vulcan's attention was following the airduct, through he was still looking straight ahead. The airducts went everywhere. "I'm really sorry" He murmured almost the same time he shot across the room at inhuman speeds and went straight up the wall and across the celine like a spider to the main vent in the room, which was big enough for him to wiggle into quickly, and then the vents were silent aside from the occasional creak of the support bands as he slid through them with stelth and speed. He would escape and go into hiding for awhile.