Egypt

~Sir Morric Pent and Ravel Leen

“I already offered what I am willing to give you… the power to go back to sleep… it was your friend that attacked my servant. Why should I pay for his mistake? Also… what is your friend doing? Acting as a fan… I think the air has circulate enough thank you very much… this is obviously pointless… Kill them all if need be… Pagan, Raven, Never, More… Raven Wither.” A curtain of black descended around them inclosing the four in a sphere that was otherwise surrounded by pitch blackness…. Until countless thousands of eyes opened wide with deadly crimson intent. “I will give you one last time to surrender… if you don’t I will kill you… and turn you into zombies with no free will… but you will be fully aware… doesn’t that sound like fun? Also… as I said… I have surpassed death… threatening the little girl won’t help you. I can bring back the dead… now… surrender or die its that simple.” Those who could see souls would notice Ravel’s was a very large… far surpassing Pent’s… she was after all… the anti-death.

Jorma was not impressed, in fact, she was quite bored with the display, and with the world in general. Why couldn't everyone just surrender and let her have her way? It seemed the only one who was on her side was Baltor, and she figured that was only because they had been assigned as partners.
"You know what?" She said slowly, wishing they had never started this conversation, "if you would buy Baltor and I some flavoured ice, I guess I can let your mishap slide. I don't know what you need with this funny rabbit girl but I certainly don't need her. Yes, buy us some flavoured ice and we'll call it even." She continued absently stroking the frightened girl's cheek. Flavoured ice would be good in this heat.

Ravel raised a pristine brow before sighing. “Very well… Pent… go fetch them flavored ice… and one for me as well, this heat is horrible on my complexion… and now I feel tired… what a miserable place.”

Pent sighed before vanishing into a cloud of dust. After several minutes he returned with three cones of cherry flavored ice. Standing besides Ravel he waited until she took one. “Now the girl for… ice.”

"Jorma, I really don't like this situation and I wasn't the one who started this, he was. Now, I'll walk over and hand over this witchling and you walk over and and hand me the icies." He said with a look of pure hatred gleamed from his brilliant red eyes. "Please, Mr. don't let that old croon take me, she will strip me of all my powers and turn me into one of her monsters!" she said pointing her wand at the snake man. "Sorry, kid, but it's not like we can teleport out of here." Jorma said as she placed a hand on her shoulder."Well, I can. Hippadee Hippadoo Hippity Hoppity Nuu Nuu Nuu, Teleport." The young witch shouted and waved her wand in a large circle. POOOF

Continued in London.

Ravel furrowed her brow with a sigh. “Not our problem anymore… she willingly fled us… thus Mabaa should be appeased… we came to bring her to the meeting but she refused.” She shrugged before yawning loudly. “Well there isn’t any reason for me to stay here… it was nice meeting you.” She said half heartedly to Jorma as the witch licked lightly at her shaved ice with cherry syrup. “Your still free to have your ice… no reason to waste it.” The Witch began to idly float away as pent gave a dull look towards his mistress before proffering a cone to Jorma.

Jorma's eyebrow twitched in amusement as the little Witch girl disappeared. She slowly accepted the ice from Sir Pent and took a small bite. "Well," she finally said, "that was a grand waste of time, but it did give me a chance to stretch my legs a little. Yes, it was a pleasure, I suppose. Baltor, let's get out of here, this place is simply too hot right now. I don't really care anymore who started this escapade, it has been beneficial in that we came out of it with this little treat." Upon hearing no response, Jorma looked around, noticing that Baltor was no where to be seen. "Damn."

Jorma meandered around, munching on her shaved ice until it completely melted and she had to drink the rest. Where in Hell had Baltor gone? Surely that little witch girl didn't have the power to travel too far? Jorma turned down a shaded alleyway and took a seat on a doorstep. It was much too hot for this. Not only was Baltor gone, that woman and her hissing servant had vanished as well. Sir Pent, what a ridiculous name. At least Baltor sounded a little classy. Jorma took this time to reevaluate her objectives. The first priority was to find the Kishin soul she had originally come to Egypt for. Devouring that soul would give her a delicious boost of power, in more ways than one. While pure souls were definately the tastiest, devouring Kishin souls also increased her power level and they tasted very good, plus she could manipulate their abilities to use as her own, to a certain extent. Then she would begin her search for Baltor, if the silly fool didn't turn up before that. Jorma could sense that he wasn't anywhere in the area and that upset her a little bit.

~Jorma Yole

Without Baltor's assistance, the fight with the Kishin took much longer than Jorma had anticipated. Her right arm ached from where the creature's serrated blade had sliced through her skin. Fortunately this Kishin had some regeneration ability and her wound had already stopped bleeding. The sun had set once again and she had enjoyed the sunset while devouring the Kishin's soul. "Needs ketchup," she joked quietly to herself, then frowned as there was no Baltor to laugh at her stupid joke. Jorma closed her eyes and concentrated. If he were nearby, Jorma could sense Baltor's wavelength and use it to track him down, but Jorma was positive he was no longer in the city, sure that he wasn't even still in Egypt. This made up her mind and she made her way to the airport, catching a midnight flight to Boston, Massachusetts, though upon arrival she determined that he wasn't there either.