<Alright, starting off, most characters should be in or arriving in Brooklyn. Djinn already with them.>

Samuel had just landed on the airport. He always preferred going by plane than flying around. It got boring after a few birds had slammed into your face. And at his waist, the two silver sabres. He'd always been one for old fashioned weaponry as well. Not much of that to be seen these days, in the new epoch of Djinn. Or so they were called. Sam preferred to call his Id. Iddiospaga, "Godblade" in his native tongue. But he couldn't just stand around thinking in an airport. That wasn't what he'd come for. He jumped up, his long red coat waving a bit as he did so. Jeans swaying as he took steps, pushing the glass doors open. He'd already gotten his luggage put in a car, and it was driving to his hotel already. The Aileron hotel, 4 Stars from what he'd read. He just needed a short vacation from Florence. Police work was hard in such a town. Guns lately had been outlawed.

Sam barely got his feet off the ground in a light glide, in which he glowed a bit white. Before his leg was caught. Someone pulled him down. It was his own Djini, Id himself. He hadn't noticed him slipping out of the sabres. "<Why did you choose new york, anyway?>" Sam replied almost immediately "I wanted to see how many unique Djinn I can see around here... You guys are a rather fascinating race if you didn't know." "<No more than humankind. You guys have had your own magic for quite a while, it's just your people forgot it--" "Nonsense. I don't believe in Wicca and paganism and the like... I only believe in Djinn because I've seen it with my own eyes." Sam broke free, and Id returned to his belt. He flew off to his home away from home, for however long it would last.

Steph walked around the streets of New York a bit lost, not knowing exactly where anything was. She had long black hair, aqua blue eyes, a medium build, B-cup bra size, and wore a white T-shirt, blue jeans, white running shoes, two silver bracelets, a black belt with her silver gourd attached to it, and an aqua blue jacket. Steph felt tired as she sat down on a nearby bench, she began to think as her black hair waved in front of her eyes showing a blue streak on her left side. Steph then flicked her hair up and said, "Man this place is so confusing!" Suddenly the metal gourd started to shake and said in a deep manly voice, "Well, perhaps you can ask someone for directions." Steph looked down at her gourd and replied, "Aqua...come on! I know exactly where I am." The gourd sighed as it replied, "First off, my name is Aquarius, and second if you're so sure of where we are, then where are we?" Steph then yelled at Aquarius, "Fine I will!" Steph then looked around with her finger on her lips, as Aquarius asked, "Well..." Steph blinked then replied with a cheerful smile, "We're some where right now, that's close to where we want to be!" Aquarius could be heard sighing as he said, "You're an idiot, you know that..." Steph then began to walk down the streets trying to find her destination.

He had only just arrived in the states a few hours ago, already there were three people dead by his hand

The cabby who drove him to the edge of the city lay in his cab with a single slash wound across his throat, the cut so deep that his head was almost severed. The homeless tramp who had tried to beg food from him was lying lifeless in a pool of his own vomit after being fatally poisoned and the youth who tried to mug him less then mere moment ago was now full of holes, the maroon stain of blood leaking from every cut

The man in black sighed, his terribly hedonistic nature wasn't pleased with the recent kills. To think that he had traveled all the way from London to the city of Brooklyn, only to find that killing people here didn't satisfy his thrill kill any more then they did back at home irritated him. The knives that covered the body of the would-be mugger in front of him darkened, a shadowy wisp come up from each one, and each blade pulled itself from the corpse and floated into the darkness of the man's coat

"Ah, Locusta my little girl. Is no one worth killing anymore?" he asked, seemingly talking to himself. "The feeling of power I feel when I do the deed, is it gone for ever?" The mysterious wisps emerged from his coat, forming a collective and taking the form of a shadow-like girl, her golden veins glowing faintly and her crimson hair hanging behind her. She looked at her master, her head tilted to the side, her eyes staring into his own. "Yes, you're right, there has to be someone will can make me feel that emotion again, that feeling of superiority. They have to be somewhere." The tall man turned and started wandering off, his djini floating along and following him like a faithful lap dog. "But first, it may be wise to find a place to stay for the night, come on my girl" he spoke quietly to his servant as she passed him. He petted her gently on the head and she slowly vanished into the black and gold knife on his belt line. "Such a sweet girl" he thought to himself as he walked towards the classy-looking 4 star hotel across the street from him...

Samuel was never partial to flying. Too many bugs got in his teeth. His really nice, pearly teeth. He always had to brush them afterwards. His clothes rippled so much it some times hurt his calves when his blue coat slammed into his demin-covered legs. And the moonlight, cascading across the lush concrete, brick and metal architecture glimmered against his back. Making him far too visible to be practical, it was like whipping it out and waving it around at a bus stop.

All the same, the best part. The landing. So Sam smiled derangedly as his feet glowed white, Iddiospaga had blessed them to stop the damage of the landing. To him, that is. As he slammed foot-first into the asphalt, it fractured as if a meteor had crushed down. Melting from his past-terminal landing where he landed, sending shrapnel off into the air around him for a good few metres, it was still enough for his legs to give way. He tucked his torso in and rolled thrice, jumping up after the third onto his feet. "God I love Djinn."

Sam looked behind him. He could see a bunch of people with really weak Djinn. He was rather blessed to have Iddiospaga with him, rather than a Djini that would give him first aid or be able to take hits. His was actually practical... He could get around without a car. He never had a license anyway. As he shook his head out of gazing at the numerous multi-coloured Djinn, which they didn't even bother to conceal, he found himself irritated. So many people abusing wishes. The lottery lost all meaning, a million people won every time. Money became moot, because everyone stole it from one another in half a second.

Sam pushed the door to the hotel open, glancing around in side with his sunken, wide eyes and his wide mouth grimly tucked into a frown. A few seconds after, when he'd reached the desk, he told the djini-less man "I'd like my room key please. My name is Samuel Bellemonte, I called you from Florence."

The man in black stood in the middle of the road, so impressed with the landing of the boy who has smashed into the asphalt that he was rooted to the spot, the sound of the angry djini-less man bashing his car horn went unheard

"My lord, that was certainly impressive. Strange to see someone who wishes for something besides money, and a youth too. The young aren't as foolish as I thought they were it seems. Interesting" he thought to himself as Locusta took form and leaned over her master's shoulder. Before he could let another thought run through his head, a shot came his way, just missing his head. He turned to see an enraged man getting out a car aiming his gun at him in an attempt to look threatening

"Move it asswipe, you're blocking what's left of the fucking road, move your stupid ass or I'll actually hit you this time!" the tubby individual shouted, making the fact he seemed to be in a hurry obvious. The tall man whispered something to his djini, her face lit up and she vanished, her master calmly made his way towards the gun man and stared right down the barrel of the firearm. He grinned

"Do you have any idea who I am?" he asked politely, his accent made him sound rather unique amongst the other English speakers in Brooklyn. "You ever heard of Whitechapel? Or what happened there in 1888?"

"Why should I know? Or care? Just get out the fucking road!" answered the well-rounded man, trying to hide his fear of the man who had enough balls to walk up to a guy with a slugger

"Uneducated twit, you know nothing of Springheel Jack?" asked the man in black. "You know nothing of Jack The Ripper? Or better yet, his fans?" His tone of voice scared the gun man, some people were running away, some where gathering around to see what was going on. "The Ripper had many fans, Peter Sutcliffe, Joseph Vacher, Gordon Cummins. But do you who his worst fans is?" he said as he grinned. His would-be gunner stood there and stared, his earlier anger moments ago was gone, and in it's place was absolute terror. "Johnathan Whitechapel. Killing you will be my pleasure" A shadow fell behind the fat man, grabbing him by the shoulders causing him arms to turn purple. Whitechapel took a single, perfectly cleaned knife from his coat pocket. "Congratulations my good man" he grinned, he held the knife behind his head, ready to throw it "You're the forth one today. Enjoy your prize in the next life"

From a few blocks down the street a tall man with brown hair and emerald green eyes was strolling down what little there was left of a sidewalk. Strapped to his back hung a long halberd with a red saphire nestled into the center of the blade.

"Brr....I hate this town.....the people smell, the dogs bite, and I swear I can see the air!!!" John yelled accidentally tripping over a small cat that got in his way causing him to land conveniently in a large puddle on the sidewalk.

From the glowing saphire on the halberd emerged the bright yellow face of a somewhat old man.

Shikomo: "Having trouble walking again John?" The djini chuckled.

John: "Oh bite me you old bastard..." He muttered picking himself up off the ground and brushing off the water as best he could.

"Why me....."

Steph ran through the streets trying to find a place to stay. She saw an image of a man getting up, but didn't slow down as she accidentally knocked him. She looked back and yelled "Sorry!" Aquarius sighed and bellowed, "See what happened when you run..." Steph replied still running, "Shut up! I know we're close I know it! I know it!" Steph turned corner after corner until finally she reached a dead end alley. Aquarius blinked then yelled, "We're close huh!?" Steph put her finger on her lips and and replied, "Whoops...musta made a wrong turn or something." Aquarius then sternly mumbled, "I think your parents made a wrong turn when they dropped you on your head!" Steph heard that then glared at the gourd and said, "A tua mae foi uma cubeta" Aquarius yelled, "What was that!?" Steph grinned looking to the side and said, "I said nothing." Aquarius sighed and replied, "Let's just find a place to stay shall we?"

Steph turned a few streets and found a nice hotel with a crater in the street. Steph blinked as she looked around and saw a man with a knife to another man's head. Steoh grinned and said, "This place looks like fun." Aquarius then replied, "You...have got to be kidding me."

"Oof!!" John grunted when Steph colided with him. Shikomo in the meantime was thoroughly enjoying John's little run of bad luck.

"*grumble* Lets just go...." He muttered walking back down the street in the same way Steph had gone. He ended up bumping into her on accident and as seemed to be his misfortune tripped again.

Muffled in the concrete: "I hate this town!!!"

Steph was bumped then looked down and saw the man on the floor and blinked. Steph then looked down and asked, "Hey...are you alright mister?" Aquarius sighed and thought, "...Is it the next day already or what?"

muffled: "I've been bitten by four dogs, fallen into a puddle, and been ran over by some gi-....and holy crap that was you wasn't it...." John mumbled rolling over on his back. With a quick thrust of his legs John lept into the air and was again standing upright.

"Either way I've definately had better days...."

Steph blinked then waved her hands smiling nervously. She then stated, "Oh, that was, I mean I'm sorry, I was in a rush and I didn't see you...and I with...Sorry." Aquarius gave a silent chuckle to himself, as Steph slowly looked down glaring at Aquarius.

Johnathan threw the knife into his victim's head, killing him instantly, a number of people took that as a good sign to leave and ran for their lives. Some tried to attack, only to be killed instantly as knives appeared from no where and embedded themselves into skulls and vital spots. Whitechapel turned.

"Come on now duckies, can no one here satisfy my thrill kill?" He got no answer. "Sigh, it would seem not... Come Locusta" he said and turned towards the hotel a second time, but suddenly stopped. He turned his head in the direction of the girl who just showed up a few moments ago. "Say my dear, may I ask you something?"

~ Logging off since I have work in the morning, won't be able to add much for a while. Sorry :<

Shikomo again emerged from the red jewel in the side of John's halberd and looked down at Aquarius.

Shikomo: "Is your human a complete idiot to?"

John: "....I'm going to pretend my djini didn't just say that for now.....but either way don't worry about it.....shouldn't we be doing something about that guy with a knife to his head over there?" John asked pointing his thumb over to the current mugging happening behind Steph.

Steph saw the man kill him, then saw he was talking to her. She froze up in a mild fear and nervously asked, "Y-yes?" Aquarius thought to himself, "I don't like this...I just hope that he doesn't do anything rash...damn...if only their was a little rain for me to use."

"Are you familiar with the man from London they call 'Saucy Jack'?" asked Whitechapel, a new level of excitement in his tone of voice. He began making his way towards the frightened girl, his hand on his belt and a sinister look in his eyes. "He killed many women, only five are confirmed to be his, but he took many more" he said as his pace quickened. "I'm a fan of his work, but I plan to out do him in terms of numbers, and brutality" Whitechapel closed the distance between himself and the girl as he continued to speak. "You have plenty of potential in life, it's a shame that I'm going to be throwing all that potential away within the next few minutes" He stopped and held out the black knife from his belt to her face, completely ignoring the other man with the halberd. "How do you wish to perish? Quickly like Elizabeth Stride? Or in style like Catherine Eddowes?" he smirked with a sadist smile on his face. He pulled his arm back to strike, and licked his lips with homicidal glee

~ ((Just for the record, Liz was killed with a simple throat cut, Cathy was mutilated and had her organs removed while she was still alive. Take your pick :P))

Steph's heart pulsed nervously as she stared the killed in the face. She didn't blink as to not miss anything as she cried in fear, "Help!" Steph started to run back away from the man as Aquarius yelled out, "Stephanie, I have an idea!" Stephanie ran away and asked, "What is it Aqua?" Aquarius grinned and said, "Well...let's just say, we'll get this guy nice and dirty." Steph blinked then thought, "Dirty? He couldn't mean..."

Johnathan smirked. "Whatever it is you're planning my girl, no one can evade this ripper for long" he announced as he threw his knife at her. His skill with the thrown blade was amazing as the protectile flew through the air with incredible speed, but it seemed to lack accuracy as it zoomed right past the head of the girl with the gourd. Whitechapel's chance to attack during his intended victim's distraction seemed to have failed as did nothing more then cut away a lock of her silky black hair. Despite his apparent miss, Whitechapel still grinned his homicidal grin

~ ((Uh oh...))

((Off topic here, but the fact that you're chasing a girl with a knife and looking at your sig...yea...that's...yea))

Steph felt the cut of her hair as a lock flew off into the wind. Steph looked at the lock and thought, "My...hair...that...that." Steph got mad as she quickly turned around and faced the killer. Steph looked at Aquarius with a stern look and said, "Do it!" Aquarius spoke out and said, "You know what to do." Steph raised her hands as the ground begun to shake and the sewer mains started to tremble. Then geysers of sewer water shot up from the mains as Steph glared at the killer with flushed blue eyes.


((HOORAY! FECAL MATTER! :D))

((Do you need a profile thread to be on this???))

Whitechapel stared at the great wall of human waste and filth that was to crash into him. The fact that such an innocent looking girl was able to conjure up such a foul and disgusting form of offence startled him. He quickly regained his state of mind and lept the side, narrowly avoiding being crushed by pressure of the sewer lines contents, but alas still unable to avoid the attack all together. The djini in the form off the young girl picked her master up as he spoke.

"Damn it all, I smell like a privvy. You may laugh now but enjoy your moment while you can still breathe..." he said, his usual polite tone of voice still there, but now with a hint of aggravation. He looked up at the area behind the girl and grinned, the knife he had tossed had somehow failed to hit the ground and now flying directly at the unsuspecting girl. Almost as though it was a crazed hunter itself, one that had gotten a taste of it's prey and was now after blood. "Rest in pieces" mouthed the figure in black...

~ Back-stabbing is gawna git a new meaning

((Duh Bob you need a profile for every thread.....))

From behind steph emerged John easily catching the knife in his hand.

"....dicipate...." John muttered as a bright flash consumed the knife until it was nothing but ash. John raised his head to the cloaked figure a somewhat emotionless look about his face. It portrayed neither fear, pity, or even anger as John slowly unclipped the halberd from his back.

"Ma'am.....I see your gifted with control over water.....but I suggest you move....." John requested very politely as he extended his halberd towards the man.

"Shall we begin......you jack the ripper wannabe....?" John asked almost trying to offend the mad man.

Steph looked back at John and said, "Thank you..." Steph dropped her hands as the sewer water began to fall like sewer rain drops. Steph hid for cover as she looked at herself, dirtied from the waste. She then yelled in disgust, "EWWWWW!!!" Aquarius sighed and replied, "Well I told you...it was gonna be dirty." Steph then yelled, "This will never come off...ever!" Steph then started speaking in her language in a pissed off mood as Aquarius sighed and observed the battle...even though, he was a gourd.

((Profile thread is in the Merc Conclave Bob))

Whitechapel smiled. The thought of being able to achieve a double kill in conjuction with his earlier hits appealed to him. He folded his arms over, placed his lace-gloved hands within the insides of his coat. The djini known only as Locusta disapated, the wisps of her shadow-like form seeped into Whitechapel's inside coat pockets

"You think you would stand a chance against an ultimate killer such as myself just because you can defend yourself against one blade? You are beyond mistaken my good man, enjoy the sweet taste of your own blood as you cough it up!" he declared, he whipped his arms out from his coat and began to flail them madly, each swipe at the air in front of him producing a foot-long line of knives that rested in mid-air, the tips of their blades pointing directly at Whitechapel's targets. After a few seconds, a thick wall of blades that stood several metres tall and stretched just as wide was formed and floating in mid-air, as though awaiting command. "Let us see you defend yourselves against this shall we?" A single snap of his fingers, and the wall of death suddenly flung itself at Whitechapel's intended victims...

~ ((Oh shi- Overall Teim!?))

John dropped the blade of his halberd to the ground as his right hand raised towards the incoming wall of blades. Soon after the jewel in his halberd started to glow brightly sending a small bolt of lightning through Johns body and toward his extended right hand.

"....Expel...." John muttered as a single large ball formed in his hand and soon became a large wall formed entirely of lightning.

"Be gone!!" The wall shot forth obliterating the knives on impact leaving only a cloud of smoldering metal.

"Your going to have to do alot better than that.....wannabe...."

((Ladies and gentlemen the one man in the world stupid enough to insult a follower of Jack the Ripper))

"You are an interesting individual I must say. For being to destroy my attack like that, I could even consider you a worthly opponent" Whitechapel laughed, as though he had something funny. "Alas, I am a killer, not a fighter. But seeing as your choice of defensive tactics has caused my little girl a degree of pain, I'm quite sure she won't mind fighting in her daddy's place" Upon finishing his sentence, the female djini appeared from the shadow of Whitechapel's opponent and wrapped herself around him, incapitating him. "How sweet, my little girl likes you" commented Whitechapel, his sadist smile now pasted across his face again. Locusta raised an arm in the air, a sharp point slid out from her palm and she held it towards the face of her victim, the foul odur of death just inches from his face. Whitechapel spoke up. "Oh, it seems she hates you actually. For shame"

~ ((Locusta doesn't like being electrocuted obviously))

"Pity.....that such a fine djini would be used by such a sadistic wannabe...." John almost chuckled as if trying to piss both the djini and its master off. John merely rolled his eyes at the blade being held only inches from his face and chuckled all the more as it scratched against his face leaving a large gash in his cheek.

"I'll have to thank you for this mark by the way....I must say the chicks dig a guy with a battle scar..." John further chuckled this time on the point of real laugther. It seemed he was almost enjoying the company of Whitechapel at this point.

"Alas all good things....or in your case evil things must come to an end...." John muttered as the saphire in his halberd shone much more brightly then before and pulsed violently sending a very painful surge through Johns body most likely electrocuting the already pissed off djini surrounding him.

Seeing his beloved djini in such pain sparked a sudden change in Whitechapel, his polite and well-kept exterior was now replaced by an enraged and spiteful one. He held up the knife made of black gold called back his faithful djini. He turned and spoke to the who had just hurt his little girl

"I may haved to kill either of you personaly myself, but heed my warning you bastard; you've made a terrible mistake today. I'm going to make it a priority to kill you now, as slowly and painfully as possible" The follower of the Ripper turned towards a back alley to retreat, but stopped for breif moment. "A fact for you you bastard. My darling's knife is venomous. That little cut will ruin your face to the point where even you won't recognise it, may your choice in women like your pus-filled and bloody cheeks as much as they do your scars" he said spitefully. "And don't try to catch me, I couldn't be caught even if you tried" Before either the halberd-weilding man or the girl with the gourd could say a word, the man known as Johnathan Whitechapel was gone

~ ((Annnnnd that's it from me for now. Good luck sorting out that face of yours >:P))

"Joy....." John muttered raising his halberd to the cut on his face. This was going to huuuuuuuuuuurt. The jewel in the side of his halberd glowed ever more brightly as lightning began to pulse from it and lightly burning away whatever poison might have been in his cheek. If nothing else he had only furthered the scar.

*Rubbing his cheek in pain* "*grumble* You ok?..." He asked Steph in as polite a way as he could think of.

Steph hugged the man and said, "Thank you!" Although the stench of the sewers still loomed on her as she hugged him. She then jumped off and asked, "Are you okay?" Aquarius sighed and replied, "Of course he isn't he got poisoned...dummy." Steph blinked and said, "Oh I can fix that...just need a little water and that nasty wound will be nice and patched up." Aquarius sighed again and added, "It's amazing how you mood swing like a monkey on a tire with a rope"

John was a mixture of both repulsed and mildly intrigued by the girls hugging him and upon her release started ringing out his clothes of the water from the puddle he had conveniently fallen in earlier.

"I'm sorry what were you saying these stupid clothes are soaked and its really starting to bug me...."

((AAAAHHHHHHH DUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUHHHHH))

((Wait a minute I think I saw this in a movie once...they ended up naked))

Steph blinked and replied, "Ah...right sorry...well I guess I should let you get dried off. Thank you again sir." Steph then smiled as she walked towards the hotel. Aquarius then asked, "You know you could have taken the water out of his clothes, right?" Steph sighed and answered, "Yea, but why should I do that? I mean what did he ever do for me." There was a brief moment of silence before Aquarius replied, "Yea, you're right all he did was save your life...that's not a lot." Steph nodded and said, "Exactl-" Suddenly she blinked then looked down at her gourd and yelled, "Heeeeeyyyyyy!!!"

(( OH HO HO =3 ))

"....You know something I get the feeling your djini doesn't like you very much..." John chuckled a bit following after Steph in his drenched clothes.

Shikomo: "If it makes you feel any better I don't like this guy either..."

John: "shutup..."

Steph blinked at the man following her and said, "Yes well...Aqua tends to-" Aquarius then furiously yelled, "Aquarius, my name is Aquarius." Steph blinked then said, "Anyways Aqua, is a deep man...comes with controlling water. Problem is, I really can't use him as a weapon." Aquarius then answered, "Hmph, like you could use a weapon..." Steph glanced at Aquarius and said, "Fecha a sua boca, ou tu vais ficar aqui com as putas." Aquarius yelled, "Stop with that freaking language!"

"Que es un problemo Aqua? No hablas espanol?" John said chuckling almost violently as Shikomo somehow, dispite being a halberd, managed a face palm.

Shikomo: "I swear, I'm cursed to help a complete moron...."

John: "Comé mi Shikomo....." ((for those of you who don't speak spanish comé mi = eat me.....that is assuming my spanish isn't to rusty))

Aquarius sighed and said, "Oh god...you too?"

Steph then entered the hotel and went to the counter and asked, "Hi, I would like a room please, something with a bath, a bed, and a light would be nice."

"You better believe it Aqua." John chuckled evermore as he ordered a room for himself from the attendant next to Steph.

John: "Erm...yeah I'll have what she's having..."

Attendant: "...."

John: "What?"

Attendant: "....I don't need your sarcasm...."

John: "..."

The attendant through the key into Johns forehead causing him to stutter a bit.

Thinking: "I can stop an entire wall of knives.....but I can't dodge a key..." He thought to himself picking up the key off the ground.

(My... God... People not... Capable of understanding turn based... Talking like... William Shatner... Must end... The fucking Monologue.)

Samuel stopped in his bedroom. There was some form of Ruckus around here. "Guess it's the hotspot..." Sam mused to himself. Just then, there was a shake of the earth. Out his window he saw... Red. And Blue. It was a purple haze, he couldn't see anything. He could sense it in every other sense though. He could hear the rumbling tumbling water jets firing out, and the crackles of fire. He could taste and smell Brimstone and humidity. He could even feel-- Oh shit. The entire building was collapsing. Sam's jaw gaped. He could feel it... Cominging down under him, he was on the top floor. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit" He chanted as he ran headlong for the window, elbowing his way out. "Oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit oh shit" He sang even louder.

By the time he was positively screaming out "OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT" He was able to clearly see armies. Of Ifrits and Marids, the Marids saving men, women and children. Defending against the fire of Ifrits, putting it out. Two nearly unkillable things, duking it out in Brooklyn. Joy. He finally stopped spouting out "OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SHIT OH SH--" As he could feel a brick flying off from the hotel, slamming in the back. He briefly wished... To hit the ground softly. Before he passed out. He really did wish he wouldn't die from this crash, how anticlimactic.

But still even unconscious, he could hear the war. The hotel where so many people were, crashing down. Brick, by brick, by brick. He could hear the floor splintering under the weight, and cracking deep layers in the lobby. People there had better be either damn fast, able to fly as well as Sam, or an Ifrit or Marid...

Steph felt the building starting to collapse and yelled, "Oh come on!" Aquarius yelled, "Steph, move now!" Steph nodded and tried to quickly escape from the escaping building. Steph was dashing towards the door seeing a light at the end of the tunnel. Steph reached for the door and dove out narrowly escape and tumbling out, face flat on the floor. She heard the sounds of fighting and looked up and saw Marids and Ifrits fighting. Steph looked at this in awe and shock as Aquarius said, "Well this is so not freaking good!"

((Sorry, I...like to...talk like Bill :D))

Rushing away from the fight was a teen with a brown cape and hood that has a small green imp on his shoulder his name was Craig and he doesn't like fights. "OH CRAP LETS GET OUT OF HERE MASS!!!" yelled Craig. He was running as fast as a horse when he stopped in front of the hotel as it came tumbling down he then saw Steph rolling out as it collapsed "HOLY CRAP ARE YOU OK?" Craig yelled.

"Tell me about it Steph." John said from behind her.

"Glad to see you got out of there on time.....sorry but sometimes Shikomo has a mind of his own when it comes to escaping." John muttered glaring at his halberd and helping Steph up.

Shikomo: "Shutup...."