He waits for a few minutes, head balanced on his up turned knees. Well, great, he had better get used to this park, he'd be here a lot over the next six months, when his apartment lease runs out. When he does get up, he pulls his hood back over his face, and heads back towards his lodgings. In the the general direction, at least, not that he's paying to much attention, too many things on his mind.<br/><br/>Forty five minutes later finds him in a shadier part of town, the buildings almost falling apart, the streets dimly lit. Aaron knows he's in trouble when ten very human male figures materlize from the shadows. Along with other demons going through the trial, he's forbidden from using magic except under dire circumstances. He's hoping this counts. Either that, or he's going to have to have one good grip on his pocket knife.