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As he walks, he sees no one. At least, not at first. It seems to take an eternity before he sees light and hears a female voice,
"Easy down them steps darlin'." She sounds very much like the nice young woman in the car from before, and a very familiar hulking man is climbing down the ladder with the prescribed caution. Neither notice him..

(-went looking through posts to find name- XD)

Vincent is being a bit cautious, to say the least. He's not sure what to expect down there or anything. He pauses when he hears others before coming a bit closer. "Trissie?" He's ready to run though if need be."

(I thought I was the only one that did that :,3)

Silence chases after his words, and he soon sees Trissie scramble down the ladder, "Vincent? What're yeh doin' down here already? Where's Lee-thell?" She lands on her feet and trots up to him, looking him over. He either never noticed it before, or it's only recently begun happening, but her eyes glow a faint yellow-orange in the darkness...

(Nah, I really couldn't remember the name)

Vincent takes a step or two back, a bit on edge since he's in a sewer, no idea where he's going or anything at all. "Um....I don't know where he is. We were eating and all....then there were these creepy guys....cops." He doesn't know what happened after that. "He told me to get in the sewers." He says nothing about the eyes at this point.

"Creepy cops?" She turns to Harold, whose eyes are widened in the slightest hint of concern.
"What restaurant?" He grips the ladder and remains about a foot off the ground. Trissie pats his shoulder and starts to lead him closer to the ladder.
"Harold'll track down Leet, I'll take yeh back home, safe 'n' sound. I don't think it'll do getting you mixed up with the authorities so soon."

Vincent nods a bit. "Yeah, something was off about them." Though, to tell the truth, he has no clue what still. He tilts his head, padding after Trissie, telling Harold the restaurant. "I hope he's alright." Now he does feel bad for leaving Liet all alone like that, but he was also afraid for his own safety and all. He nods a bit. "They said there were warrants out on someone..." They didn't say who, but he does remember that much.

With the information, Harold nods a thanks and climbs away, top speed. He replaces the manhole cover over the ladder, and off he goes. Trissie holds his shoulder and pats him, "Most likely, the warrants are for Leet. He ain' exactly doin' legal junk, practicin' without no license. I wouldn' worry too hard though. At least, not for Leet." She smiles and begins to walk him in the direction he came from. "He'll be jus' fine. I coul' tell you all kinds'a stories 'bout Leet and the po-po." She giggles a little.

Vincent can't help the noise he males when Harold leaves. He can't help but worry about what's going on and everything. He just hopes no one ends up hurt or anything of the like. "Yeah, but neither is he charging or anything from what I saw...and he isn't exactly saying he's liscensed either." People go to him at their own risk and all. He just pads off with Trissie, snorting a bit. "How much of a background do they have together?"

"He's been messin' with them longer than I've been 'round." She grins and pats him, "He never told you 'bout the time he ran a car into a police vehicle." She grins, "He ain' blind, I ain' too sure what he uses to see, 'cept that it's better than normal see'in', but that day, if you had asked him, he'd swear to God'n'Satan alike that he was blinded by the sunlight off the car and none of the officers believed 'em. I'm told he stayed in jail for a time till it was determined he really was blind as a bat in daylight. Ain' too sure how he got outta that one.." She snickers, "He ain't a bright one. He's a light demon, but I'm tellin' ye, he ain't a bright one."

"Is there a reason why he did that?" Vincent can't help but ask. That couldn't have went well, hitting a police car and all. "Did he do it on purpose?" He can't really think of how we would've done it on accident, but still. "Either charm or magic." That's the only way Liet could have got out of it or anything. He can't help but giggle at the last bit.

"No reason, not on purpose kiddo, He just can't drive worth beans. 'S why we drive the old coot around." She continues to giggle. "That, and he ain't legally allowed, but s'not like we abide by the upper-level laws, yahknowwhatImean? I'd love to think he could charm, but kiddo, he aint got charm. I've got charm, ahma wizard, and I can tell you he ain't got jack nor rabbit." She outright laughs, "I bet he has you thinkin' he some kinda god among men, right?"

"Then why was he driving? If he knew that and all..." Vincent can't help but say. "Though....it's good that he isn't driving now." Those creepers would have probably found them sooner otherwise. He nods a bit. "Though....some of them aren't the worst to follow." Like not driving if you have no ability to. He snorts a bit at her words. "Eh, I tend to be a bit skeptical when people talk...people tend to exaggerate whether they realize it or not." He shrugs a bit. "Though it does spice up a story."

"Aint got a clue why he was drivin'. He knows he can't see well. I think he jus' likes to think he never lost his seein' in the firs' place. Now, here we are." She grins and pats his shoulder and leads him to a completely innocuous, algea covered wall. There's nothing out of the ordinary about it except graffiti proclaiming the artist's distaste for the police. She grins, her eyes flicker brighter, "Ya ready for real magic?"

Vincent shakes his head a bit. "For some reason....I'm not surprised. Not at all." He wouldn't be the only one to be like that either. Plenty of people want to pretend like that. He tilts his head a bit. "And where's here?" He can't help but ask. "Um....okay?" He doesn't know what to expect or anything anymore. Hell, he thought he was the only one or something.

She laughs and tousles his hair, then lays her hands on the gross wall. At first, nothing seems to happen, but slowly, the wall begins to turn dark, as if a great shadow fell over it. There's a rumbling and the sound of stone against stone as the door slowly slides to the right and reveals an elegant staircase carved into the stone, matted with some form of wirey carpeting to keep entrants from slipping. "In ya go!"

Vincent smiles at her a bit, tilting his head a bit as he watches her do her thing. "How does that work?" He asks when the door opens, not sure how it does that at all, other than magic obviously. "And what's down there?" Other than something obviously. He assumes it's the city, but he really has no idea what it's like down or anything.