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The idea of Arel having been snatched up, while supposing to be rediculous, actually made far too much sense in the mind of Cricket, even as she continued to go through his stuff, fighting off a particularly aggressive stapler before she took out a bottle of something, turning it over a few times before she set it on the desk.

Clearly she was going to be taking it with her.

"That's possible, I would guess." she ho-hummed thoughtfully as she stood up. "I'd say that finding where the creatures are coming from, rather than where they are going might be important as well.

Because they may try to purposely mislead you." she explained as she leaned on the desk, pausing to actually take a drink from the bottle with a sort of thoughtful look on her face, mulling about it for a moment. Hmm, it wasn't.... too bad, but she clearly needed to get the secretary something a little bit stronger after this whole fiasco was over.

Muka had drifted to the office window and even though the secretary wasn't there, a thin layer of white covered the glass. Perhaps it was frost? Or perhaps simply residual from all the time spent in there? The strix was very interested in it and become distracted from the emergency at hand, swiping a line with his taloned finger until Nurse Cricket loudly expressed her need to leave.

This cause the bird boil to go all a flutter. His wings ruffled and he seemed concerned about what to do. So concerned that he slid close to Israfel, perhaps closer than the other would be comfortable with (if those things concerned him). Muka also grabbed the siren's hand in his own and clutched it tightly.

"What should we do!?" He screeched his concern in a panic.

Ulmuka had no experience with the fog. This phenomenon was completely strange to him. His hearing was especially sensitive and when it began the owl-boil was almost paralyzed in shock. He let go of Israfel's hand and held the sides of his head.

"We should go.." His voice was a hissing whine and his usual smile had flipped upside down. He moved to the window, his taloned fingers scrambling to yank it open. It creaked and whined but soon with a grunt of effort he'd shoved the frosted glass upwards far enough to squeeze his lanky body through.

"Please come with me?" He pleaded but didn't reveal that the fog had suddenly made him very claustrophobic. Muka didn't know the fog was outside or what it could do. All he knew was that he needed to GET OUT.

His talons tightened on the sill, leaving small wounds in the wood from his rising discomfort, before a flutter of wings had him out in the sky.

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