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Otium felt bad about Walter's lack of ambition and somewhere deep inside the voice of his mother reprimanded him for pitying Walter for no reason. But he just couldn't help feeling the way he did. Otium turned in the daemon's direction and suddenly bristled and became angry. His temper flared, his eyes glowing only for a second. Mentally Immaculate was reprimanded like a naughty puppy.

The daemon, busy leaping about and shaking bike inner tubes like chew toys, stumbled and whimpered slightly when her boy so strongly interrupted her fun. 'Sorry..' Her head hung, ears back against her head. 'I'm in trouble.'

The police officer seemed to have gotten his report back and was coming over to them. 'We should go!'

Another man came running at them out of nowhere and he looked like he was about to pound on Oblivion's metal body with his fists, "OH MY GOD! MY BIKE!! WHAT ARE THESE MONSTERS!! WHO IS RESPONSIBLE FOR THIS?!"

Immaculate stumbled again in an attempt to flee. 'C'mon Oblivion!'

Otium thought he should stay, just in case Alejandro came back to look for him, but his desire to prove himself rose up above any cautious attitude. Sure, he could make himself invisible to these people and let his fellow Forgotten get away with his family... or he could go with them and join in with the excitement!

Otium hurried to Shade and Walter, a small hand motion bring Immaculate obediently to his side. What was left of the bike rack fell to pieces once Oblivion was pulled away from it. There were shouts from the police and spectators as they spotted Walter as the daemon's owner, and they came rushing towards the whole group.

Otium's eyes grew large. He'd never seen anything like this! His parents used some sort of strange portal magic in their home, but he'd never seen it practiced or applied.

"I'll go after you do."

Immaculate nudged the back of his knees with her large head and Otium had no choice but to do as Walter did and hurry through the magic rift. He had no idea what to expect and after a moment found himself stumbling out the other side... to wherever they'd just travelled. He looked around and his child's heart fluttered a little. He really did just go. He just went somewhere with no ones permission and no one's knowledge. He was sure he'd be okay, but it was slightly thrilling.

Otium's draw dropped and he fell to silence. He'd never seen or felt anything like it. There was so much sky and the ground seemed to fall away into nothing. He could feel the history of it wash against him and he knew that down there, somewhere, there were shades from all different races and time periods and they all had a story to tell. He'd never been anywhere as old as this and at the same time he felt a disconnect. Yes it was beautiful and natural, but at the same time it lacked the hustle and bustle.. the wealth and action that he was accustomed to. It was like a completely different world.

"I think giant might be an understatement.." Otium spoke softly and took his hat off, as if he were paying his respects.

'Be careful...' Immaculate didn't want him to fall in, but she herself was comfortable with the height. She enjoyed the outdoors immensely. A breeze swept across them and she held out her head and closed her eyes to enjoy it.

Immaculate stepped up beside Oblivion. She didn't like the way the conversation between the humans was progressing and as Otium's daemon she was supposed to be his conscience and protector.. but she let him leave home, more driven to obey than to guide him as he got older.

'I think you got plenty to eat.' The bear-cat sat on her butt at the canyon's edge and swished her snow white tail in the dirt. 'It was very neat though. Those people couldn't have stopped you if they tried. We really shouldn't get our boys in trouble.' Her ears flattened guiltily.

Otium put his top hat back on and his demeanor seemed to tighten as he and Walter were being admonished. He carefully brushed dust from his sleeves and tucked his tie tightly into his waistcoat. Any bit of his clothing that was out of place from their flight he carefully put back the way it was. Clearly this man, or whatever he was (Otium didn't have a wide range of experience with people) was immune to Otium's unique charms.

"I have Immaculate with me. I can take care of myself." Otium raised his chin and acted aloof. " I need to become independent. I have an impending journey ahead of me and my future will be great." Clearly he had high opinions of himself. But he was only preparing for what was to come. "I have been trained. Most of those people were too oblivious even to see me anyway."

The monochrome child just cast his glance out to the skyline, stars meeting cliffs, in a visible denial of his wrong doing.

"I'm not afraid of death." His blue eyes blazed slightly. It was the truth. Death didn't scare him. In fact it intrigued him. He was scared his loved ones may die one day, but when it came to himself he had no fear. It may be his continuous interactions with the other side or something else entirely but the stubborn little boy just stood tall. He watched the strings blow off into the wind. "Death is just a further stage of life. Another journey."

'You don't want to go on that journey yet, Otium.' Immaculate had rejoined his side and looked up at him with large pleading eyes.

Otium opened his mouth to protest but he didn't know what to say. He knew there was an answer, he knew it all meant something, but he just hadn't discovered it yet. "My uncles told me that the dead do hold power.. It's just different." He frowned, frustrated by his lack of articulation on this particular subject that he felt so strongly about. "Listen.. okay.. I know I shouldn't die. I know it would be bad and I know it would hurt people who love me." His grey face held an unmoving expression of frustration. "I'm just not afraid and I can't help it. I want to go do things. I am going to prove myself. Only I can make my future." He was just pushing himself to his future a little early.

Otium knew he could talk to shades. He knew they asked him for help and he felt like he genuinely should help and guide them. He even had a shade who followed his every whim and order and called him 'My Lord'. He'd been fed, by this shade, stories of his future greatness. Like any spoiled child, he had a hard time accepted common sense and logical truths.

"I suppose you want to send me home now... Through your giant magical portal." Otium looked a little huffy and occupied himself with running his hand through Immaculate's soft fur.

Otium was surprised they weren't going to send him away and he gave Walter a private victory smile when the older people weren't looking. It was slightly chilly, even though he ran at a low temperature anyway, and he pulled his coat tighter around him. Immaculate, on instinct, mound her way through his legs to keep them warm.

"I guess this isn't something you can see everyday." He stared out at the skyline. "Well unless you can just make portals to wherever you want.." He smirked and gave Shade an apologetic smile for his earlier attitude.

His blue eyes trailed back out to the canyon and he found himself eager to witness the dawn. He'd never stayed awake to see a sunrise before!