Jonathan put the phone down and smiled.<br/><br/>"Chauncy!" he called out to to the local spirit.<br/><br/>"What do you want boss? I am literally right next to you." Chauncy replied, rather annoyed.<br/><br/>"We got work, let's get going."<br/><br/>"Oh really? Where at?"<br/><br/>"It's in the Crowl, Blue Moon Night Club." Jonathan said, pouring his potions into pre-placed sports water bottles and capping them.<br/><br/>"Oooooh." Chauncy said with a bit too much enthusiasm. "Great place, good drinks, and you always see a pretty face or too around there...you know if you don't mind things getting hairy."<br/><br/>"I will keep that in mind Chauncy." Jonathan said, rather disappointed that that was all he had to say about the place. Jonathan went downstairs and got his things, grabbing his staff and coat. Reaching in his office drawer he also grabbed his Smith and Wesson, and an extra box of bullets just to be careful. Pocketing both, he went back upstairs and stood in his transportation circle.<br/><br/>"Return to the medallion Chauncy." Jonathan commanded. The spirit, compelled to obey, floated back into the medallion, the jewel in the center glowing a bright blue before fading back to its natural luster. Jonathan closed his eyes and slowly began to chant a series of words and tapped his staff to the circle. It glowed with a very faint blue glow as magic energy flowed through it. In his mind Jonathan pictured the second circle. Focusing on this image he used the specific amount of magical energy required and bypassed the magical locks he put in place on the circle. With another tap of his staff Jonathan was no longer in his office and when he finally opened his eyes he found himself in a city alley, the sound of cars the most prominent to his ears. He walked out of the circle with a smug pride that his creation actually worked. The circle faded away as he walked out of it, disappearing from view, never to appear again unless he approached it again.<br/><br/>It was a short walk to the Gate, Jonathan could rather easily see the manor that contained the gate. It was old and decrepit and a little bit creepy. Jonathan was not fazed by it and simply proceeded through the front door. He winced a little as the loud creaking hurt his ears. Entering the building he walked up to a rather unusual door. It appeared to go to nowhere in particular, simply standing there in the middle of the foyer. It was one of the few things inside the manor that looked unfazed by the collapse of the building. Jonathan playfully knocked on it.<br/><br/>"Here I come..." he said. Opening it and revealing not the foyer, but a worn stairwell. He descended down it into a hallway. At the end of it was a door lit by braziers of blue fire that burned brighter than any natural fire. Ten feet in height, Jonathan could never avoid being amazed by the scale of the structure. Above him statues of angelic figures gazed down at him. Looking up towards them as he passed by, he gave them a sort of greeting salute. He stood before the large gate and focused on a rather intricate pattern on the door that was its equivalent of a lock. He took his staff and tapped on the pattern in seemingly random places, entering in the combination needed to enter Hunter's Crowl. Placing his staff back at his side, finished, the door forcefully swung open and revealed the sprawling city of Hunter's Crowl.<br/><br/>"Boss, don't forget your white berries." Chauncy said rather urgently.<br/><br/>"Oh yeah." Jonathan said, almost stepping foot inside without them. Reaching in his coat pocket he fished out a necklace of white berries that he adorned on his neck with Chauncy's medallion. Some forms of supernatural creatures were bound by very very ancient laws that he took advantage of. White berries as a sign of peace was one he wore simply to be safe. With problem dealt with he ventured inside of the city, feeling his whole body buzz as if he just acquired a major static charge. Hunter's Crowl had much more magic flowing through its air than the human realm, and as a result Jonathan felt much stronger around there. It also gave him a refreshing jolt that woke him up. He thoroughly enjoyed the feeling. At his side was a statuesque creature that resembled a medieval knight. The Watcher of the Gate made sure that nothing undesired entered Hunter's Crowl without receiving a password. The slightest movement signaled its acknowledgement of the wizard's presence as it turned its gaze towards him.<br/><br/>"Name..." it said in a rather bland and metallic voice.<br/><br/>"Jonathan Taylor of the Human Realm." he replied formally.<br/><br/>"Password..." it inquired. Jonathan rubbed the medallion and Chauncy came forth from it and flew up to the Watcher's ear, whispering words in its ear and then promptly returning back.<br/><br/>"You may pass." it stated, immediately returning to its previous position and its eyes gazing blankly forward. It somehow managed to look exactly like a statue...it creeped Jonathan out.<br/><br/>Jonathan walked out to the curb of the street in front of him and hailed a taxi. He stepped into the back seat and sat down.<br/><br/>"Where to?" the driver asked. He was a werewolf, Jonathan could smell it.<br/><br/>"Blue Moon Night Club." Jonathan said with a smile.<br/><br/>"You don't look like a wolf to me." the driver responded.<br/><br/>"I've got business there." the wizard answered with the same smile.<br/><br/>"And I don't do business with meddling humans." the werewolf angrily replied. Jonathan leaned forward and passed the driver a small roll of money.<br/><br/>"I will pay you extra, just stuff the furry snout and drive." he said, the runes on his staff glowing. His driver growled in anger, but took the pay and drove him towards his destination.