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[Morgan, though... upon seeing the three of them, his expression falters into confusion, but recovers a moment later, becoming a bit difficult to read. A thin smile bleeds onto his face, and he steps forward to stand in front of Jake, lightly brushing off Lyra's gesture.]

What's too much? The fact that we were trying to deter a trio of thieves from running off with our paycheck?

[He does give a tiny congenial wave at them from across the gallery. It's difficult to tell if it's anything close to sincere, but they can probably guess that there's irony embedded in the gesture.]

Hi, Jackie. Oren. Stranger I've not met. Now, give us our urn back, please.

[Iona stands up to reveal herself and steps in front of Michael (she's concerned for his safety the most and she'll put herself out there before anyone unsavory discovers his time powers).]

Well, well, well. Hello again. And hello for the first and the last time other two people.

[To Lyra and Jake of course. See, she can play that game too!]

As for the urn, I have no idea who's paying you for it, but I can tell you right now that they definitely have no idea what's in here either and--...

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You broke it.

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[Iona looks down at her right crystal arm. She did notice that it wasn't vibrating anymore. In fact, there are just jagged pieces of what used to be the urn sliding down her side and clattering on the floor the moment Oren makes light of it.]

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Ah.

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[And there's this sudden high pitched shriek that causes the floor to vibrate around them for a good 10 seconds. Oren remains unaffected although Iona covers up her ears, cursing.]

Ah.

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[Oh my god, that shrieking sound-! Michael covers his ears and cringes for the full ten seconds, closing his eyes. (The trio on the other side seem to have similar reactions, as well.)]

What do you mean, 'ah'-?! [That's an underreaction if he's ever heard one.] What's going on?!

It got out.

[Is the curt reply of Oren whose dissatisfaction is aimed entirely at Iona who's running her hands through her hair and drops the rest of the urn on the floor, and looking towards the direction of the screech.]

Better now. Sort of. Shouldn't have though.

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[She lowers her hands from her ears when the screeching finally stops, and manages to catch what Oren had just said.]

It? What's it?

[And then it dawns on her, and she turns on her heel to look at Jake.]

Hey, you better keep on your toes; you're the only heavy-hitter here with us, now.

[He's not sure if he should be more annoyed at himself for letting the urn escape his grasp, for those three over there for stealing it, or at the fact that the whole situation's gone to hell in a hand basket in a matter of seconds.]

Yeah, thanks, no pressure.

[But he's definitely at the ready, now. He looks over at Iona, Michael, and Oren.]

Wouldn't have to worry about any of this if you guys hadn't come along, you know.

[Iona looks exasperated and throws her arms up in the air.]

Yeah, well, I answer to someone who's probably even more intimidating than whoever is paying you! That's all I gotta say, now if you excuse me, we got a monster on the loose!

[The witch gestures to Micheal to follow her since there's no time to be concerned with Morgan, Jake, and Lyra, leaving them with the world's most exciting golem...]

[Oren stands still as Iona runs past and then his silvery eyes settle on the other three. He makes a slight heaving motion with his chest as if sighing. Kind of.]

Good practice. For her.

[As Michael follows Iona out, Morgan cuts in with a "ha!" at Oren's comment.]

I don't see how any of this is good for either party. Not only do we apparently need to deal with a monster on the loose, but more importantly, we've just failed our job and voided our contract with our client.

Talk about rude. I'm trying to decide if I should be more concerned or angry. Maybe both?

Hey, never mind that-- [She's more curious about something else.] What did she mean she answered to someone more intimidating than our client? What happened to just running a nice peaceful cafe?

Grandmother.

[THE DEADLIEST OF ALL DEADLY AND INTIMIDATING FIGURES.

As they talk, the walls are beginning to be covered with golden and thin threadlike veins; Iona's reinforcing the gallery so that the monster can't have an escape route.]

Probably knew more than your client.

[Jake, on the other hand, is visibly annoyed, but that may not come as a total surprise, given his personality.]

Probably, but it doesn't change the fact that we could have gotten through this without having to deal with a monster on the loose. Now, who knows what's gonna happen to us?

[He motions at the walls to accentuate his point.]

Now we're gonna have to probably fight it, aren't we? Great.

[Oren looks pointedly at Jake, but decides not to remark at his assertion. It's more or less what he's thinking anyways.]

Dealt with monsters before?

We have, but usually we have Jake and Thomas here to help us. The best I can do is charm a monster to stop attacking briefly, and Morgan there just stands off to the side and looks pretty.

Well, I do a bit more than that sometimes.

[Oren stares at Morgan, piercingly so. He remembers what Jake said about him in particular.]

Do you now.

[It almost sounds curt.]

[Just a grin on this side, and a refusal to say much more, since he didn't ask specifically.]

[Jake wants to change the subject, thank you. Morgan's powers make him uncomfortable, even just talking about them, especially with his brother standing right next to him.]

All we're gonna need is my powers. We'll be fine without Thomas here. [He's trying his best to sound confident -- and he is, at least, confident in his powers. The part about not knowing what they're fighting, exactly, is the problem, but he tries not to let that slip through in his tone.]

Just as long as no one else gets in the way.

Ah. You blocked.

[Jake's powers did pique Oren's interest. He did demonstrate a little back at the cafe and to see it work on a much bigger scale was astonishing in its own right.

Oren's phone vibrates and he takes it out casually. He hasn't panicked or shown an ounce of concern over this whole monster business. He puts it on speaker.]

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OREEEENNNNNN!!!

[She's so loud...]

Okay, so I made sure that thing can't get out and it's basically kind of crawling all over the walls right now. I think it's made out of... Dust? Bugs??? If it was just bugs, a HUGE can of Raid would be WONDERFUL right now!!

[There's another screeching noise on her end of the phone as she shouts over the noise.]

Crap--!! It's heading your way! Also, don't tell Grandma what happened, PLEASE?!

[And she hangs up...]

[There's silence at first when Oren hangs up, and then:]

Well, that doesn't sound good.

[Thanks, Lyra.]

Uh, hey, Oren, you got any cool golem powers or something that can help us out? Otherwise we're basically just stuck with Jake's invisi-tentacles.

[Oren glances at Jake.]

It'll do. He hits. See what happens.

I'll step in. When needed.

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