<blockquote class="uncited"><div>Demonstrating, he mutters an incantation and sticks his arm out-and it disappears, a strange glow appearing around his elbow. "Right-I know it's-ARGH! Bloody knives. There we go." He takes out Reizu's license and hands it to him. "Had a rift set up back in the club so I could bring this. Enjoy." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu gratefully took the liscense and bowed. "Thanks! I don't what I'd do without this. I just hope they know where to put my van.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>Closing the dimensional hole he shrugs at Ptricia. "So, to answer your question, no, we're good. A base next door is marginally less useful than a base you can hop into anywhere in the multiverse." Looking outside at the dark sky he said "I'd best be getting home. The wife does get awfully worried." Smiling, he flew back up to the gantry and left the warehouse, yelling over his shoulder "I'll update you on the Panzer situation tomorrow." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Waving goodbye to Soran, his liscense began to vibrate. Holographic call. He flicked the card over and tapped a few buttons. A holographic screen bearing the Burnout Coporation Seal asked for his password. "The snows of day are brighter at night." The screen spoke a thank-you before opening a window to show an greased, sweaty old otter, his fur silver-gray. "Howd, Rezy! How've you been?" "Oh, me? The same. Scaring authorities, making super jumps, the usual." "Ahh, that's good to hear. I put your bridge jump on the network for fellow drivers to see." "How do they like it?" "Like it?! They love it! They rechristened it "The Raving Looney White." Reizu glanced at Ptricia before speaking again. "That's great. Have they gave my bus back?" "Of course. It's right next to the-" "Oh, really?! That's great! I'll be by to pick it up tomorrow morning." The otter, catching on quick, winked at him. "Can do, Blazy Rezy. Talk to ya later. Good night." "Good night, Gladius." He keyed a few strokes as the holographics went away. Perfect. Just perfect.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"Speaking of wards, We'll set up in my music area for your checkup, Reizu, since my drum kit's already out of the way. We'll need some to get the kit from down stairs, I havn't done any ritual magic in a couple of years, just item creation." She headed for the ramp by the elevator.</div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu grinned as he yanked at the collar. Stubborn as always. Not for long. "Gotcha. Hey, can we start tonight since Chris to bored to watch magic at it's finest. I'm interested in seeing this happen." Reizu scanned his surroundings. Not bad for a warehouse. Not bad at all. The white wolfeasel decided to test his flames tomake sure they were good at go. He closed his eyes, squeezed his palm, and snapped his fingers. What should have been a white blaze was now a black flare. Reizu stared in horrible awe as it flickered out. This was bad. The source of his energy had been penetrated by the dark collar. as a final test, he picked up a knife and stabbed his hand. Black fluids leaked out from the gash. "Ummmm, Ptricia? This just went from code red..," He took a second to gulp. "To code black."<br/><br/>(I was thinking about inFamous. That game rocks!!!<img alt=":D" src="./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif" title="Very Happy"/>BTW, I can't let you guys have all the fun making long posts. :3)