Remi grinned at the reception Dusk was getting. He was tempted to show him off, but was immediately distracted by the new arrivals waiting in the kitchen. "Catboy!" he called out delightedly. "I was wondering if you were going to come along! You know the mist doesn't work on that bad attitude, right? Then again, who knows, pissed off cat could get you in with the furries."
Another new person appeared in the kitchen, a girl with a skirt and shirt on, a backpack over her shoulders. He pointed towards her. "Who's this? Another one?" Eyes flashing, he flickered closer and reached out a hand to be shaken. "I take it you're coming?"
At Dusk's question, Remi sighed in a put upon way, grinning again. "I thought you didn’t want me grabbing you by the shadow?" he teased. "If you want to take anything with you, grab it now." Doing as he said, he sent his senses into the shadows of the group. They wouldn’t feel him yet, but he was there, holding onto them, ready to shift them away. He waited to Catboy to finish and everyone to grab their things. "You might want to close your eyes," he warned, and then he pulled.
Everything shifted. It took a lot of power to move everyone like this, but once they were in the shadow realm, they were far easier to move. Just more shadows. Everything was strange and ghostly in this dimension, just darkness on varying shades of nothingness. The others wouldn't even be able to see it. Hopefully they'd closed their eyes, because shifting through shadows like this tended to make people pretty nauseous and he didn't want anyone throwing up on him. Even if they opened them though, they'd just see streams of darkness rolling around them. Remi didn’t have to worry too much about seeing where he was going. The shadows shifted and flickered and changed in a neverending rolling wave, but he knew where he wanted to go. He picked out the direction he moved through, and almost faster than he could perceive, he stepped them through shadow after shadow, weaving in and out of darkness, only jumping across when the sun burnt too bright or the shadows didn’t connect. He swam through it, dragging the others with him in a shadowy nimbus.
Finally, they were close enough. He stepped out of the shadows, into a park a block away from the mall. He landed himself in the shadows in the rooved seating area. He was sitting on the table, and the others came out on the ground near it. He checked his phone for the time. Ten minutes. Not bad. The others wouldn't know how much time had passed. Instead, they'd have blinked and appeared in a new place with a whirlwind in place of the last few seconds.
He smirked as the others came to. "We're a block away. If you need to puke, Dusk, don't do it on my jeans."