Baron smiled, happiness a symptom of their success in the battle. Defeating the golem and securing the mage behind it -no better result could be expected. Of course, he doubted the golem had been of the young mages own design -something like that was far out of the league of a mere child. Though he had his suspicions, better to leave the exact details to the investigation team who had hopefully found something worthwhile of their own in their search. Though the mood was grim, Baron smirked slightly as he heard Jaklo speaking from his highly injured state "Gottem, coach..." Baron turned to Drake, who had inquired about the hunters consciousness.
"On a hunch, I'm going to say yes." He said, voice edged with scorn. In a more serious tone, he continued. "Though I suppose the more pressing matter would be if he's going to survive." He said, gesturing to the ever growing pool of blood beneath him. Losing more blood in fifteen minutes than most do in a year couldn't be good for the man. Before he could suggest any action be taken to save Jaklo's life, Mithias made his way back. Though his status as a vampire hadn't concerned Baron in the least, the reassurance that he wasn't going to eat Jaklo didn't hurt either.
"I'm sorry about your fox and weasel." The vampire said, a cookie cutter statement of grief.
"Don't be. They'll survive." Baron responded with a wave of the hand. "They'll lick their wounds and pout for awhile, but they'll survive." He said derisively. With that, he seemed to remember the presence of his wolf, and waved a hand to it. The arcane beast howled, before disappearing in a wave of blue light and smoke. Baron cocked his head as Mithias continued.
"The young man is no longer a threat. We should take him back to the office. Speaking of which, does anyone have a portal out of this cold, damp place?"
Baron considered for a moment, trying to come up with a suitable transport back, before he was interrupted by the calm falling over the area. As the snowfall ceased, he turned to the young mage, and spat out a string of curses, some in English, some in his native language. He threw his cane to the ground, before straightening up to acknowledge the arrival of Kelvin and Seph. Seph's words were as lackluster as Baron had come to expect of the man -no words of encouragement, no pat on the back. Just mundane words. Baron looked back to the rest of the team, eying Jaklo especially. Though he cringed when Mithias picked up the hunter bodily -for the possible internal damage from such antics could be catastrophic, he didn't say anything, for it was likely the fastest way to move him through the portal to somewhere he could get treatment.
Baron bent down to pick up his cane, feeling a deep ache in his bones as he straightened up. He sighed, limping through the portal back to the offices. "Good work, team, really. I don't know about you guys but I could definitely use a little warmth in my belly." Said Max upon his arrival back into the offices, offering glasses of some foul smelling drink. Foul smelling, but Baron gladly accepted -he needed a drink after that ordeal. He raised his glass to the almost fake sounding toast from the ever-cheesy Max, agreeing with the sincere sentiment behind the movement nonetheless.
As Baron threw the plum brandy down his throat, he took note of Atlas' hasty retreat from the office. He almost reached out to the vampire with an inquiry, but thought better of it. Very likely that he had something far more important to be doing than answering endless questions. So he turned back to the odious drink clutched precariously in his clumsy metallic arm.
When Coal spoke up, Baron turned, surprised -he had almost forgot their next-to-newest recruit.
“Where are my juice and crackers?”
The comment was amusing enough, and almost made Baron smile. But, the witch-kid's next comment dashed any hope of a smirk from Baron's visage. "Pretty fun mission, right?"
"Jaklo being critically injured, a powerful demon escaping before we can get any real information, and an innocent mage being killed. Remind me again which part of that was 'pretty fun'?" Baron asked, voice straining to hide any emotion. His good hand gripped the table on which he leaned with white knuckles.
"On a hunch, I'm going to say yes." He said, voice edged with scorn. In a more serious tone, he continued. "Though I suppose the more pressing matter would be if he's going to survive." He said, gesturing to the ever growing pool of blood beneath him. Losing more blood in fifteen minutes than most do in a year couldn't be good for the man. Before he could suggest any action be taken to save Jaklo's life, Mithias made his way back. Though his status as a vampire hadn't concerned Baron in the least, the reassurance that he wasn't going to eat Jaklo didn't hurt either.
"I'm sorry about your fox and weasel." The vampire said, a cookie cutter statement of grief.
"Don't be. They'll survive." Baron responded with a wave of the hand. "They'll lick their wounds and pout for awhile, but they'll survive." He said derisively. With that, he seemed to remember the presence of his wolf, and waved a hand to it. The arcane beast howled, before disappearing in a wave of blue light and smoke. Baron cocked his head as Mithias continued.
"The young man is no longer a threat. We should take him back to the office. Speaking of which, does anyone have a portal out of this cold, damp place?"
Baron considered for a moment, trying to come up with a suitable transport back, before he was interrupted by the calm falling over the area. As the snowfall ceased, he turned to the young mage, and spat out a string of curses, some in English, some in his native language. He threw his cane to the ground, before straightening up to acknowledge the arrival of Kelvin and Seph. Seph's words were as lackluster as Baron had come to expect of the man -no words of encouragement, no pat on the back. Just mundane words. Baron looked back to the rest of the team, eying Jaklo especially. Though he cringed when Mithias picked up the hunter bodily -for the possible internal damage from such antics could be catastrophic, he didn't say anything, for it was likely the fastest way to move him through the portal to somewhere he could get treatment.
Baron bent down to pick up his cane, feeling a deep ache in his bones as he straightened up. He sighed, limping through the portal back to the offices. "Good work, team, really. I don't know about you guys but I could definitely use a little warmth in my belly." Said Max upon his arrival back into the offices, offering glasses of some foul smelling drink. Foul smelling, but Baron gladly accepted -he needed a drink after that ordeal. He raised his glass to the almost fake sounding toast from the ever-cheesy Max, agreeing with the sincere sentiment behind the movement nonetheless.
As Baron threw the plum brandy down his throat, he took note of Atlas' hasty retreat from the office. He almost reached out to the vampire with an inquiry, but thought better of it. Very likely that he had something far more important to be doing than answering endless questions. So he turned back to the odious drink clutched precariously in his clumsy metallic arm.
When Coal spoke up, Baron turned, surprised -he had almost forgot their next-to-newest recruit.
“Where are my juice and crackers?”
The comment was amusing enough, and almost made Baron smile. But, the witch-kid's next comment dashed any hope of a smirk from Baron's visage. "Pretty fun mission, right?"
"Jaklo being critically injured, a powerful demon escaping before we can get any real information, and an innocent mage being killed. Remind me again which part of that was 'pretty fun'?" Baron asked, voice straining to hide any emotion. His good hand gripped the table on which he leaned with white knuckles.
