I Didn't Sign Up for This (p)

First off, let it be known that Hezekiah wasn't excited about this little adventure with three of the novices of Brooklyn House. Apparently, since he was older than the others, Hezekiah should be the one to lead them. Fortunately, Hezekiah and the Kane's made a deal that if he do this, then he could decide on the mission.

"So, I've chosen you all because, well, you need experience in action." There was a clipboard in his hand. "Theodora Dambroise; follower of To-- Serqet, Jake Irvine; follower of Sobek," he paused and gave him a discreet check out before continuing the last one, "and last but not least, Ahn Jaehyun; follower or Ptah. Finally, someone who's god doesn't start with the letter 'S'." Hezekiah looked everyone over before crossing his arms over his chest. "So," he huffed, "what's everyone the best at?"

All of us were gathered on the roof of Brooklyn House, staff and wand at the ready. In a few moments we would jump through the portal and come back out in Turin, Italy -- it was around half past 6 in NYC, so just after midnight over there.
I stood next to Jake, my brown robes flickering in the early evening breeze. The sun made Manhattan's skyscrapers sparkle to our right. A few protective hieroglyphs were tattooed on my skin and my shirt had an image of Nefertiti under the caption "Yaaaassss queen!"

Hezekiah was the oldest and the most seasoned divine follower among us all, so logically he was our leader. He didn't seem too thrilled about it but maybe that was just his usual facial expression. I gritted my teeth a bit as he said my full name, but didn't complain or anything. Hopefully no-one noticed anyway.

"I can summon a plague of scorpions and heal stuff related to stings and venom," I said, crossing my arms. "I sometimes can do the combat avatar thing, though I wouldn't count on it, it doesn't last very long. And, I'm a cheese elementalist."

Taking a step back, I watched as Hezekiah started chanting. A few moments later the air shimmered and a swirling vortex of sand sparked into existence, hovering a few inches above the floor. Since I had trained with the House of Life since the age of ten and my parents were both magicians, the sight didn't surprise me. I only had that exciting little feeling in the pit of my gut that I was part of something secret and amazing -- a bit like a child who thinks he's the only one to know Clark Kent is Superman.

"Ciao losers," I said and jumped right through, engulfed by the vortex.

The portal spat me out on cold hard pavement. My eyelids clenched from the sudden change of scenery and I started getting up, slapping the sand out of my clothes. From the looks of it I was standing in a dimly lit street in front of a dark Sekhmet statue. Whereas the building in front of me wasn't that nice, the one behind me was vast and elegant, with a porch and a colonnade at the door. Another statue of Sekhmet stood to its left, holding an staff and an ankh.

OOC: I totally didn't look it up on street view

"You bet." I shrugged off my bag and stepped forward, wand and staff at the ready. The demons were just like I remembered from class: human bodies, mismatched head. This one had a giant knife jutting out of its collar whom his neighbour had a swinging mace. I hit my staff on the ground. "Camembert!" I shouted and a carpet of cheese covered the ground between us and them, deep enough to sink their ankles in.