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Torment emerged from the closet after an epic struggle of...um, miniscule proportions? After struggling with the box for what felt like an hour and making an abolutely horrid mess of his closet Tor stopped and blinked a few times, then hit himself upside the head with something blunt, for he deserved it. What good is being a mage when you never remember it in the trivial instances?

He donned a fresh set of his normal attire out of the literally thousands of copies of the same and urged the contents of the closet away from him. He stood silently, eyes cast to the floor, arms and legs spread slightly. A resounding snap of his fingers echoed through the closet as the wind kicked up into a tumultous frenzy around him, and then died out. He glanced around, seeing nothing having happened, and tried it again. The tumult started up once again, but when it faded this time Tor was dressed in a sleek black suit and his feathered wings seem to have been pruned and shaped, no longer cute little puffballs but elegant extensions of his form.

He started to make his way for the door when he noticed one of his shoes was still a boot. He shook it a bit, "The hell? Thats...not right." He shook it a bit more and snapped again, nothing happened, "...ok...this is pissing me off." He snapped several times in quick succession and the boot changed from what it was to a fuzzy pink slipper, a flipper, and finally a conservative black dress shoe, though the tips of the laces were pink and seemed to have a bunny rabbit design, though it was black on black. Tor's face twisted up at the shoe, and then he tucked away the pink bits, he'd fiddle with it later. He glanced to the bathroom and noticed it was empty, which caused him to bounce out of the room with a beaming smile, for that meant Kalie was ready to go...hopefully.

Alex swept up the casing, depositing in one of several pockets hidden under his worn jacket's outer layer. "Unless I've missed something, I don't see for whom Juliet's heart will break." Then offered an arm while making it quite clear that you got a minute? would involve leaving the house altogether. "Walk with me."

The conversation was quick and to the point. Tac had a...customer. Tor needed to arrange a meeting with his father. Little was said beyond that. Tac didn't ask about Tor's formal wear, and he didn't tell. Tor didn't ask about the customer, and especially not Cora, and Tac didn't tell. What a lovely father-son relationship the two share.

Alex would take the lead for this dance, his hold on Kalie nothing short of dominating as he led her down the hall. He wasn't wasting any time either, covering the ground between the pair and the front door in a matter of minutes. His hand closing around the knob as he threw it open and pulled Kalie along after him through the waist high blades that appeared, to anyone who couldn't feel the light breeze, to send their last regards in a formal bow to the Phoenix's wife.

Tor came abling down the stairs, glancing too and fro, "Hmm...she was just around a minute ago..." His head popped into the kitchen, not seeing her there, which he expected. Not in the hall containing the alcove. Not in the little living room...thing. He stood in the hallway near the alcove, half wondering if she had 'ported off without him, which was unlike her, "Kalie! Where are ya, love?" He could have searched for Kalie in a more magical way, but he really forgot he could...he never had to.

Torment stepped into the alcove and light began to spring up around him, but quickly shifted from a translucent white to a a dirty grey flecked with white as the teleport was put on hold. He had been going to The Prime Material to see if Kalie had already left to the restaurant, but the door slamming had drawn his gaze, as it were. The light lept up around him again, the energies already in use, and otherwise wasted. Mere seconds after it had slammed he was there, though inside. It was a mere point to point teleport, and much of the energy was wasted anyhow, but at least some was put to use. The house wouldn't be quite so upset. He glanced to the letter, extending a hand for it to dart to him. After a quick examination and noticing it was not meant for him, he left it near enough to where he had found it. The door slowly opened for him and he made his way through, his eyes searching for whomever had only recently passed through. Even if it wasn't his love, slamming doors was mean to the house. It may be an inanimate object, but it has feelings too!

Kalie's eyes were fierce, she was going to be late for dinner. Her heels were now sinking partially into the waterlogged sand and if Alex wasn't careful her forearm would soon bare a black and blue chain of prints.

Matched eye for eye, Kalie stared at him tight mouthed, the sky taking on a dark shade of gray and crackling with the tension flaring to life between the pair. He wasn't worth the choice phrases she could have given.