Dragging himself out from the sheets on the couch that did double duty as his bed, Devis wipes the sleep from his eyes with one hand as he feels around blindly on the stand next to the couch where his cell phone is plugged in blaring one of the obnoxious default ringtones. Finally finding it he taps to answer, as he starts to bring the phone to his ear he can hear the once voice he didn't want to hear screeching at him, Britt, an alarmist and intermittent though exceptionally powerful psychic when it works.<br/><br/>"DEVIS, did you feel it, there was a FUCKING HUGE EXPLOSION OF POWER. I mean REAL power. Head over to 5th and Blarney and you should be able to feel the lingering sensation I was there near there when it blasted all over the place." Her tone grated on his nerves, were it not for her voice always screeching at him he might want to spend time with her rather than avoiding her like a squaking harpy.<br/><br/>"I was asleep, I didn't feel anything. I'll go check it out, pleast just stop screaming at me and I'll go check it out so just relax and stop your screeches." Running a hand through his shaggy hair, knowing that he'll need to get it cut soon else someone might think him homeless for many years. Scratching his cheek as he rudely hangs up on Britt, damn I need to shave soon. Getting up he gets ready feeling his joints crack loudly as he stretches the sleep from his muscles. Throwing on a snarky shirt, and heavy jeans, thick work boots and a pseudo leather biker's jacket. Accessing a small hidden compartment he drops a few canisters for his friend Harv as he loads Harv into his pack into the pockets in his baseball backpack along with a few sundry minor tools of power he's acquired in the past two years away from his mentor. Double checking the straps on everything he straps Harv next to his many times blessed, rune encrusted black baseball bat, an alloy of titanium and nearly 30 artifacts held holy by dozens of beliefs. Sometimes you could cheat your way through a weapon of faith, if others had faith in something material then that faith could be harnessed, with a work around or two.<br/><br/>Heading out he hopes that it will just be a false call, but you never know when you get a call from an erratic like Britt. Arriving at the locations he can feel it as a heavy fog ringing like a battle of human belief, demonic taint, celestial fury all striking at itself seeking destruction. Floored at the strangeness as nothing he ever expected. Running inside, finding the initial door locked, he backs up and rushes in delivering a heavy boot to the door frame as he mutters one of the few words of power he knows which amplifies the force of his kick, but something of that force rebounds upon him with the same word. Cursing as he hops for a few moments holding his ankle, thankful that his workboots provide a sturdy for his feet and ankles, most likely the only think keeping his ankle from breaking. Looking up at the door, he realizes he put a bit too much force into the word, as the door is mere splinters the larger ones embedded into the stairs. Taking a moment to test his foot, he leaps the first few stairs dodging the veritable minefield of splinters, taking steps three at a time, reaching into his pack for his trusty baseball bat. Keeping his mind open trying to seek the heaviest concentration of the strange maelstrom of powers.