St_Ignus

Ignus stepped through the glowing portal created in the manhole cover and landed lightly on the spiral staircase leading into the Avengers' base.

Mentally deactivating the alarms, he motioned the others through.

Ignus' manner grew slightly softer at the strangers request, but he remained wary. "Please, come into my home. It is not far, we can discuss your problem there."

Ignus' flight took him a only a few yards from his home, into the alley behind it. He could see the results of a large fight, not uncommon to his eyes since he began working as a Hero, and was pleased to see that the unconcious forms held only gang members.
Then he noticed the 3 upright forms. One of whom was much larger than the other two and advancing menacingly at them. Acting quickly he chanted a few words under his breath and several small fireballs erupted out of his hands to hit the Ogre in the back of the head.
The Ogre turned, unharmed and began to look for its attacker. Ignus let fly with a few more attacks, singing the creature below, but hardly much else, when the other two figures atttacked as well.
It was a hard fight, but the three of them managed to subdue the creature, and as it ended Ignus landed in the street next to Kinse and the stranger.
"Thank you for your help with the Ogre, but I must ask what you are doing here." He turned his firey gaze on the man in front of him

In his large brownstone house on the Western edge of Atlas Park, Justin Ignatius shook the last of the sleep from his head as he realized what Kinse had just said.
"Wandering in circles?" A small magical alarm had been ringing in his head since shortly after his first contact with Gale, but with Kinse's words it finally registered what it was.
"Careful, Kinse, whoever the trolls are setting up their ambush for, he was looking for us. I set a spell near the underground entrance to my home to trap any unauthorized persons in a looping path spell until one of us Arrived. We don't know the intruders intent, but if it looks like he is in trouble, we should help out."
Fully awake now, Ignus sprang to the french doors on his balcony. In the days before the massive power walls went up the balcony had afforded a beautiful veiw of Perez Park, but now looked out on a flat grey surface.
Ignus leapt into the air heading for the area where he had set the spell. "On my way. Gale, whatever is keeping you up tonight will have to wait."

"Fell asleep with my comm unit on, actually" Ignus replied with a chuckle, "I was reading and dropped off in my chair, but I am awake now, what is it that made you broadcast at this hour?"

A small voice in his ear gradually registered in his sleep-befudled mind as that of The Lighningale. Ignus, reaching for the light beside his bed finally gave up groping for it and just willed a crackling, merry fire into the nearby fireplace.
He realized as he came fully awake that he had fallen asleep with his com unit still on. His memory, nearly flawless when it came to remembering neuanced spells and odd lore often slipped when it came to more ordinary things. Looking around himself now he saw that he was still in his molded uniform and lying not on his bed, but the large stuffed armchair he often sat in for late night reading. His book A concise history of magic in the British Isles from 1632 to the present, which looked by it's thickness to be anything but concise, lay open in his lap.
"Not as young as I used to be" he thought.
"Is anyone out here tonight?" The voice came again, snapping his attention back to what had brought him awake in the first place.
"Gale? What's wrong? You sound upset."

We look forward to hearing from you soon.

-Ignus