The scuffle, if it can be called that much, has drawn attention even from those not directly involved in it. There isn't much time to make a decision, and Lambert literally has no idea what's going on except 'sure are a lot of people yelling over there,' but a murmur into the texting ring is all it takes.
While Yuya's trying to barricade the doorway, the shadows in the room stir.
Ignatius may or may not be thrilled to find a second, much healthier-looking Ignatius stepping out of them, grabbing his shoulder with a hand that doesn't quite match up to the illusory form, his own voice speaking quick and low.
"Time to go." With that, Lambert ungently attempt to shoves Ignatius back towards the shadows, and Childermass. It doesn't matter where they go, just that he's somewhere else other than trapped inside here, in this room. He really fucking hopes a fae can be pulled through shadows, or at least can get himself into a form that's a bit more portable, but honestly, who knows?
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While Yuya's trying to barricade the doorway, the shadows in the room stir.
Ignatius may or may not be thrilled to find a second, much healthier-looking Ignatius stepping out of them, grabbing his shoulder with a hand that doesn't quite match up to the illusory form, his own voice speaking quick and low.
"Time to go." With that, Lambert ungently attempt to shoves Ignatius back towards the shadows, and Childermass. It doesn't matter where they go, just that he's somewhere else other than trapped inside here, in this room. He really fucking hopes a fae can be pulled through shadows, or at least can get himself into a form that's a bit more portable, but honestly, who knows?