Like an Egyptian

Miguel hated being put on wild goose chases that seemed to have no real rhyme or reason to them. Last thing he knew he was shaking a minotaur of information about his father and next he was being told to head to Cairo Egypt. Charting a flight would have been difficult, so instead he decided to call up one of the mages in LA that were willing to get him a portal all the way here. Cost a pretty penny, but he was willing to do so if that meant finding information about the person that fathered him. Reaching there he found out that the time had turned to night, falling like a dense shroud over the city. Just being there brought over him a sense of antiquity.

All of it looked different than the dense, homogeneous buildings that littered the lower sections of LA. Silently he considered the Heliopolis, amber eyes narrowed as if wondering what purpose it stood. It was possibly supernatural in origin, but he knew very little about those kinds of things. He likely stood out in a manner, if only due to the fact of how he carried himself. Hands buried into the pockets of stone washed jeans, wearing a simple white shirt with a handkerchief tied around his neck, a small matrix of black Norse runic tattoos tracing along his arms. Those were perhaps what made him stand out the most.

The only thing keeping him from actually approaching the obelisk was the fact that people were guarding it. Not that it was impossible for him to push through, but he preferred not beating up civilians. That was more than anything messed up. Right now he was supposed to find a woman named Isis, or was it a vampire named Isis? Either way it was someone with an odd name to have.

That was  when he noticed someone else had taken an interest in the strange monument and he slowly scooted over to them sitting on a stone bench. Okay, he wasn’t the strangest looking person around him. ”Pretty neat rock, right?” He asked in a hushed voice, wondering what this had to do with vampires.

Meanwhile, Leon was phased through the obelisk, accompanied by a small tabby who was barely helping (actually, she was helping a lot, just in a rather annoying way) with the issue at hand: an errant tear in the fabric of space, or portal for short. This one was supposed to be anchored in one of the central stations of the Cairo Metro, but recent construction had unmoored it and apparently sent it straight into a solid object.

"I’m telling you, if you alter the node right… there!" With a single nudge from one small paw, the portal snapped back in place. All that was left now was the tingle of residual magic. “I told you so.” She said smugly, licking a paw. Leon took a deep breath in an attempt to control their rising temper. It was never wise to piss off a resident Watcher. "Oh don’t worry kit, you still did most of the work in untangling this mess." She said, exiting the obelisk.

"Kit… you do realize I’m older than you." They said icily, following the tabby out of the structure before canceling the spell with a small shiver as their atoms reset. She simply hummed in response, leading the way around the obelisk, only for Leon to spot an all too familiar figure. They stopped in their tracks, causing the Watcher to look back questioningly. "Go on without me." They whispered in response, eyes trained on the people ahead. Tail twitching in understanding, she bounded off with a little 'good hunting' as farewell.

Taking a deep breath, they approached, placing an earnest smile on their face. "Mr. Kharti! I didn’t think I’d see you here! What brings you to the great city of Cairo? And who is this? I swear you know the most interesting people."
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A seemingly composed countenance broke as he spoke, leading to proclamations that one shouldn’t sneak up on people. He didn’t jump, instead burying his hands into his pockets while considering the male that had been eyeing the obelisk. A few seconds passed before he stated something about him being the type of person that could help him. ”Oh really?” He questioned looking back to the spire of stone and back to the unknown with an even more questioning look. Unlike the other, he was without a sense for the magical and just looked at Vihaan strangely when he inquired about something.

”I can’t but he looks like he can.” He? He wasn’t really sure but that was what came to mind and there was no taking back ones words when they came out. This unknown person seemed to know the other, though that just made everything all the more confusing.

Was this all connected to this Mr.Karti?

”Names Miguel.” He said with a wry smirk, eyeing the new stranger that had rose from the massive obelisk. ”And who would you be?  Wasn’t looking for magical rocks but now i’m already interested. ”