Sparrow, Sentinel of the Council (who is currently also Geyser's senior in security matters at the Meeting) calls everyone's attention quietly but firmly. "The critically wounded must be evacuated immediately, which we will bear the consequences for." He gestures to Robertson who is setting up a ritual with the senior Magi, drawing out what appears to be a teleportation circle. Such vulgar magic will cost them significantly, but they are experienced with such things. "The rest of you will get what help we can spare." He heads back to the ritual circle, gesturing to two of his Cabal mates to deal with the rest of you.
Two Mages who none of the group got to know during the party or the Council meet up with you and the others gathered that can move under their own power. Both are women, older than teens but not elderly. Placing their exact ages isn't easy. One is dressed in dark black robes, a blank white mask covering her features. The other is in a dapper tan suit, a multi-pistoned scaffolding of machinery encompassing her right arm and shoulder, and a series of eyeglass lenses arranged artfully around her head. "Myself and Null," the latter gesturing to the former, "will help everyone disperse." The pistons on her armature begin pumping out a blue-gray mist that disperses along the ground, thick tendrils reaching up and soaking into your clothing. Where it touches the material begins mending itself together, then soot and blood liquifying and dripping to the ground. "Oh, and if we live through this and meet again, please call me Toymaker."
The one called Null silently pulls a cat skull from under her robes and concentrates on it. The minor greenery within parking garage withers and dies. Weeds that managed to spring up through cracks and small creeping vines along the pillars blacken and crumble away as she works her craft. Strangers within the crowd look more dull and gray, and your eyes tend to slide right past them as though they are just parts of the background. Those of you who are familiar with each other do not gray out, but even then their details are somewhat fuzzy in your sight. Once she finishes she puts away the cat skull, making a dismissive gesture for you to depart by your own means of choice.