<a class="username" data-user-id="688" data-username="@Yolvan Caerwyn" data-xf-init="member-tooltip" href="https://blackdahliaroleplaying.com/members/688/">@Yolvan Caerwyn</a><br/><br/>Odysseus chose to ignore the comments made by Lydia, when he left the house, this was clearly going to be a difficult partnership for both of them. He walked in a brisk pace, not terribly liking to be waiting alone in the dark, especially after the incident with the cult. A small laugh left his lips as the idea of he, an agent whose job was to handle boogeymen, disliking being alone in the dark. When he reached another clearing he stopped at the center, that way he would know of anything coming at him, instead of being ambushed behind the tree-line, though anyone with a firearm would have a clear shot.<br/><br/>From the moment he had left the home he could feel the very slight tug at his mind that informed him of where Lydia was, at least he would know if the experiment was a success, meaning that Lydia didn't have to be close to him. He started waiting, pacing up and down in the clearing, his phone informing him at around the fifth minute of him being away from her that a very respectable amount of money had been deposited in his personal account. Good, he thought. He was also informed that the bodies of the cultists had been picked up and it had been corroborated that they were in fact Servants of the Outer Snake, something that made it bad, as the Crawling Cult did not deal with two piece occultists, only with veterans of summonings and seances with the supernatural. The whole situation meant that what had created the bond between him and Lydia could very well be something truly nasty.<br/><br/>At around the tenth minute had started believing that what she had described had been purely the psychic backlash of the ceremony being stopped violently. Yet his hopes were dashed to the ground when a panting Lydia came out of the tree-line, her hair now wild. Her comment made it clear that it had been only her hardheadedness that had kept her away. "Well... this is bad." he commented. "Okay not that bad." Odysseus couldn't really decide on what scale of bad this whole bussiness was in. "It seems that you will have to come with me. I really hope you haven't had any important appointments in the comming week, at least." Odysseus couldn't really risk it to sleep anywhere apart from his own apartment and he would have to bring her there with him, which painted a bit of a target in his back. And not only that how could he search through the archives while having an unregistered vampire with him? Maybe Olga could help? He really hoped so. "Okay, we need to go pack to your cabin now, and you must pack up things for a few days, at least." he told Lydia.