<div align="center"><strong>Name:</strong> Angel<br/><strong>Location:</strong> P3, Bar, heading...err...home I guess. <br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> Err...the Night.</div><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i1099.photobucket.com/albums/g393/theredfear/MaleCharPics/rudy-reyes1.jpg)</div><br/>Angel watched this spectacle with wide eyed fascination. His first assumption of course was that he'd stumbled into some sort of movie shoot...the thing is, all this fire and ice flying around...he was pretty damn sure that was the kind of thing that was typically added in post-editing with computers...also. No cameras. Or crew.<br/><br/>Still it had to be some sort of TV shoot. Maybe with mini-flame throwers in that one girl's sleeves? Or...not.<br/><br/>Before he could start to freak though he suddenly remembered that he was knocking back Tequila all night. Maybe it had finally happened. Oh perish the thought but what other explanation was there? He had finally gotten so old he could no longer hold his liquor. oh the cruel injustice of it. Time...his mortal nemesis...laughed cruelly, mocking him.<br/><br/>He pinched the bridge of his nose and clenched his eyes shut...missing the failed shimmer attempts. When he opened them again everybody was gone and an eerie quiet had resettled over the parking lot. So...some combination of Movie shooting and drunken hallucination had just played out in front of him. That made sense...sort of. He walked  over toward the area where all th hubbabaloo had taken place and looked around for evidence the film crew had left behind. Instead he found out-of-season ice patches, very real scorch marks(with a acrid stench to boot) and....ugh...is that some sort of meat? And blood?<br/><br/>Ok...his rational explanation seemed to be unwraveling. In fact he didn't feel drunk at all anymore. Instead standing there, where so much magical energy(not that he knows that just yet...)had just been flung around he felt that strange powerful craving sensation he had felt inside. First with Jinni and then with Paisley. But much more intense now. Enough to momentarily clear the pleasant haze of Tequila from his senses.<br/><br/>He knelt down and picked up one of the peices of flesh. Yes, actual effing flesh. He'd seen enough of it blown off friends and enemies alike overseas to recognize it now. "Holy fu..."<br/><br/>And then he shimmered.