The cloying cold of Siracha in the dead of winter was the bane of homeless. A time where friends would fall asleep, never to awake from the gutter they huddled in for warmth, all the while not ten feet away through an insulated wall, familiar slept soundly with full stomachs and contented dreams. The streets should have been dead still as everyone struggled to endure the frigid air, yet flames were such an inviting lure, drawing the desperate and the deranged with equal fervor. 

Rufus chuckled around mouthfuls of moldy bread, the once fluffy innards hard and rocks and crumbling like a quarry at work as he chewed. There was no taste, the absence of which both disgusting and disheartening for any demon, yet the horror from beyond the skein of stars shuddered from the sheer luxury of it. Soft steps leaving prints in the snow, his figure blurred and indistinct with snow clinging to his cloak, he shambled towards a warehouse that sang to his senses a melody of bitterness and strife. Truly, school girl angst was a thing of beauty, and his stomach revolted with the aroma of blood blasted out of the warehouse by the numerous explosions puncturing the metal structure. 

Needing to go no further he settled across from the warehouse, hood drawn up as his back settled against frozen, rusted metal, his figure lost in shadow and snow in the alley between derelict metalworks. Tucking away his meal for later he slid a hand into his threadbare pants pocket. Rather then pass through familiar holes and coarse fabric, Rufus' hand appeared in the warehouse, hovering over the slowly growing patch of frozen stone. 

He should have had difficulty targeting such a small structure without any familiarity with either area or target, but the stones resonated with him. It beckoned him, just as he felt the impression it beckoned another hovering near his hand. That presence made his skin prickle with trepidation, the proverbial frog finding  a scorpion approaching to ask for a ride, and Rufus instead wrenched loose an offshoot of heatless rock before retreating through his portal. 

[color=royalblue]"Well aren't you a fancy paper weight."[/color]