Atlas took out the thermos, closed his eyes, and took a drink. Tasted like chocolate. Content with his equipment choice, he noticed a newcomer walk through the portal.[i]"Great, another addition to the Jackass Brigade."[/i],he complained to himself. Turning around, he looked at the arrival. Some redhead. After living for 140 odd years, Atlas had become a decent judge of character when not inebriated. This newcomer looked...manipulative was the best Atlas could come up with. An opportunity to make one more enemy was not an opportunity Atlas wished to pass up

"Name's Atlas.", he said, attempting to smile. Unfortunately for every party involved in this exchange, there was still blood on his teeth from the thermos. Realizing his mistake, he remained unfazed. Giving off a passive aggressive gesture to the newcomer, he turned away and scowled.[i]"Odds are she's a witch. Christ. The brat's going to have a tantrum when he finds out"[/i]

He turned to Mithias, pulled out the book, and smiled. "Let's hope it's not a repeat of the Westshire Club incident, [i]da[/i]?"

After the obligatory greetings, Atlas pulled out four of his knives. Inias, Simiel, Tubuel, Tubuas. Atlas needed an idea of the extent of the damage, and so began reciting incantations while holding the knives. Tubuel and Tubuas' light and void mixed, creating a radar of nearby life. There was practically nothing. This was bad news. Next, Inias and Simiel. This would usually draw every nearby earthworm to the surface, but only one arrived. Whatever was going on truly was sinister.