"I can tell our ideas don't mix well with you lot, but that's fine - that's fine." Suddenly, Haruki, along with his polearm, disappears again into that floating translucent silhouette.
"I came here, risked being caught, just to give you all a fair chance to escape from the snare of lies the Uriah have wrapped the populace up in like discount sardines." The spirit slowly floats downward, into the earth again, and despite his current lack of detail it's clear that he's leering smugly as he sinks.
"You all talk big. You all talk righteous. But remember - the world ends on Christmas. Do you think you can stop us? Oh, and you guys should get the word on this magic from the blondie's mouth himself. Left the oven on, you see."Myrrh blinks, eyelids shooting open as he realizes Haruki is about to escape. He leaps over the counter, arms shooting forwards.
"Ligavi Dogma!" Perhaps only Felix, demonic in nature as he is, could feel the intense sacramental power wrapped behind those words, like a stinging to the ears. Everyone can certainly feel it's different somehow from Thaumaturgy - those quite knowledgeable about the Uriah would realize it's the feeling of watching an exorcism. Uncomfortable. Yet, without a target, the energy fades quickly, leaving only a young blond man pointing at the ground, eyes scrunched up and biting his lip.
He stands up again, after a long pause. looking at each representative in turn. The staff, powerless as they are, only look back at him to seek guidance. He sighs grimly.
"... Everyone.The previous topic for today will have to be postponed. We have... much to talk about."
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