Rowan Summers
Music mage
His home, Atlantic seaboard, USA

Rowan felt an explosion of butterflies in his stomach as his hand brushed Araxie's. "I um, I was going to, um, just bring some uh, um, cash and food and some, um, clothes and, uh, stuff." He said, stumbling over his words as he spoke. He quickly moved off to his room again to hide his embarrassment. He started pulling clothes of various thicknesses from his Dresser and putting them in his bag.

Marx Hunfry
Fire Mage
UN headquarters

"My bloody friend here know what you look like, so the time is set. The beginning of the end starts in 30 minutes!" Marx replied with a slight cackle, shutting off the phone. Looking over he said, "We'll be meeting him in New York square in half an hour." He quietly slipped the phone into his own pocket.