[center][b]Malcador Ravenwood[/b][/center]
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Malcador brushed himself off, growing irate at the little lecture. He was used to Jaelle, but Gods he had just come back from the literal realm death. He was not in a mood to debate or throw clever jabs. 

"Your moral priorities are commendable Jaelle, but the longer we're here, the more danger the Petersons are in. We were the targets, not the bloody couple. If we don't leave now, they might bring in reinforcements or attack with renewed vigor. We're [i]leaving[/i]." He said, and the suave mystic opened his eyes to see Jaelle already floating away. He sighed and searched for his cellphone. Had something so esoteric even made it from one dimension to another? Oh wait, his work one had. 

Thankfully, it could survive anything. It was a Nokia. 

Mal searched through his contacts. Being less than ten, it wasn't difficult to find the delectable person he sought. He found Emmaline in the list entitled "the fun one" and called her up. He cleared his throat, placing a hand on his head to stall what threatened to be an oncoming headache. 

"Emmaline? Yes, I'm alive. I'm ok, I swear. No, yes, no I did see Eleanor I think. Oh... Wait, she just... well I regret to say we are in need of a ride. Jaelle and I are stuck here at the explosion site and we need a ride and...perhaps an ambulance? No, not for me. I'm ok! Ok... wait, belay the ambulance. Everyone looks ok that I can see, and the authorities will be here soon anyway. Just make sure we're out before they get here. Aha, you know, I'll keep them entertained as we wait. Alright, bye babe." 

He turned the phone off, sliding it back in his trousers. A vast pillar of smoke still billowed into the sky, the mage smelling it even from fifteen meters away from the husk of the gas station. He trudged tiredly across the charred asphalt into the grass thgat had miraculously not been swept up into a wildfire. He dearly hoped the Peterson's had insurance on the place, he thought as he saw the pitiful state they were in. Elders held a special place in Malcador's mind. Wisdom with years was something to be prized, and these two had learned much and worked hard throughout their life. 

As self interested as Malcador could be, he did have a heart. 

"Someone's on their way," He assured the couple and Jaelle, giving an uplifting smile. "Rough days make rough people. No one could mess with us after this, I bet."