Rowan Summers
Music Mage
Egyptian Pyramids

"Let's head over to my place. I can grab some supplies while I'm there." He said, pulling out a silver ring which he placed on his finger. Rubbing the Mark on the top, he vanished and reappeared in his home. It was a pretty average home near the Atlantic seaboard of the USA. On a good day you could smell the ocean in the air. The place was messy, covered mostly in bits of instruments, music sheets (Both written on and blank), and an assortment of other stuff. "Oh great." He muttered to himself. He hadn't expected anyone to be coming over so he hadn't cleaned up. He quickly began clearing off his table and chairs of piles of magazines, music sheets, and junk mail.

Marx Hunfry
Fire Mage
UN headquarters

Marx took the phone and smiled, looking around at the other people again. His fingers twitched. "What a nice guy, the kind of person who gets stuff done. Good to know he's more human than I am." He then moved away from the group, back toward liz. "You wanna make the official call or shall I?" He asked her.