<blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Fuck, is this happening fast." On his way down the ramp he grabbed Reizu and smiled at him. "Relax. Everything's gonna go fine. And you'll be free of that damn collar once and for all." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu smiled faintly, one eye red and the other black. "With your determination and Ptricia's magic experience, I'll live, just for you guys. No matter what. I won't let the Kamikaze of Japan stop me from living my life I want it to be. I love you guys so much for helping me out." With those words, he gave Chris a hug and continued carrying his boxes.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Chris, open up that portable pool here, and pour in the flask of sand. Spread it evenly now, I need the base covered. They are sands from the Nile delta. I will truly stand on my own turf when I act. Reizu, get the philosphers stone. Maybe I can't handle it directly, but place it in the sands, and I can mediate it's power without it destroying me."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu jumped back up to the top floor and grabbed his bass case before plummeting back down on his feet. He landed carefully as he would need his life to perform the magic. Removing the velvet package from his hidden compartment, he unwrapped it hurriedly and viewed the stone. The sacrifices to make this item were so strong that the voices could be heard in his mind. Ignoring them, Reizu carefully set the crimson stone into the sand. It began to emit a faint, eerie glow. "Alright, what next?"<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>She scooped up a large earthenware jar, and pressed it into Reizu's hands. "The Cream of Isis. It will help heal some of the physical injuries the magic inflicted. Smear it on your face and swallow some of it, don't worry, it's vanilla flavour. As any girl will tell, you, there are few hurts that can't be made better with liberal amounts of vanilla Isis cream. Especially with chocolate flakes sprinkled on it, but we don't have time for that."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu flicked the glove off his hand and dipped it into the beautifully crafted jar. The mere contact with it healed his palm's gash easily. There was no time to doubt this type of Egyptian magic, just do the damn thing and he would live. He scooped the cream out and lathered his face. It was soft and creamy against his face. Afterwards, Reizu grabbed some into his hand and without hesitation, tossed it into his mouth. Delicious, nutritious, and possible of saving his life. The perfect snack. "Ok, the final step."<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>She looked around, and nodded, her face set in a satisfied expression. "Right, that should do it. Reizu, front and centre! In the centre of the circle please."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The wolfeasel looked at Ptricia. "Thank you for everything. If I die, I won't forget you guys." He gave her a hug and Reizu fearlessly stepped into the circle, never stopping. The wolfeasel would trust her expertise, her magic, and her willingness to save his life. It was time to find out what this curse had inflicted upon him. Stepping into the Nile Delta sands, he stood ready to attention, waiting for further instruction. "Ptricia, let's do this thing and blow this hell-ridden collar to the River Styx! Once and for all."