A pale nephilim sat alone on a bench in the park, sipping on some hot cocoa he got from some crappy local place. He was people watching, it was so interesting here. Angels flying freely, druids messing with the flora, it was so cool. Miami was an interesting place to be sure. Maybe to interesting, in fact... Crime was getting out of hand lately, you pretty much needed a weapon or a spell book if you wanted to be safe. Matt was content with his Runes and MajykMarker™ so he was pretty sure his wallet and life were relatively safe. He decided to take his jacket off, and give his small wings a little air to flap around. He got up, stretched, tied his jacket around his waste, and trashed his now finished cocoa.