Rucks Kennithson.- Somewhere in the Nevada desert - 3 miles from Vegas.

Rucks looked at his watch, 4 hours. Shit, he'd gone over and almost missed his flight to his Sisters house in England. He needed to get there in 9 hours or he'd miss his Nieces birthday, something he'd promised he would turn up for months ago.

He'd been practising his new-found skills and could easily travel a hundred metres at any given time, he didn't even need to focus for it anymore. Being a God really took the learning curve away - rather boring if you asked Rucks. Anyway the extra hour allowed him to list his abilities:

1. Instantaneous travel - he could travel anywhere within a 100 metre radius of his current location. The down side was that he couldn't increase this range even if he focused and it seemed to have a one second 'lock out' which left him wide open.

2. Manipulation of the winds - a natural ability to have considering his domain. There wasn't really much he couldn't do with this power so long as there were brief winds around him. Heck he could probably use someone's breath if he so desired.

3. Flight - This took Rucks an entire hour to develop alone. Mastering the ability hadn't even occurred to him yet. All the ability really required him to do was funnel air around him at a constant pace, never allowing it to leave his influence. As soon as some air escaped the flight was broken. As a result he needed to really concentrate on this one. It may take him weeks to be able to use it in combat.

4. Ethereal messaging - This ones rather boring. It happened when Rucks was writing in the sand to determine his priorities. Simply put if he wrote something anywhere he would be able to engrave it there. This was taken further when Rucks wrote down something simpler. A sigil followed by one word. He had been using his name so far. This ability allowed him to then transfer that message elsewhere. Useful.

Now, what to do before he left? There were several blips on his mind. Too many for them to all be gods... Perhaps this would be the right time to test his messaging system? After all it was one of his domains so it would probably be useful at some point. He scrawled the sign in the air, the sigil consisting of what seemed to be an asterisk within some form of musical note and one word: Tap

Rucks had gathered that his name would better be private from all the gods as of now. He'd read that ancient cultures considered them to have power - perhaps it was true? Anyway. Should the others receive the message it would float in front of them. The word was simply an instruction. Tap the entity and the message would open out; it's contents? Two simple words: Chaos ensues.

Maybe that would cause something interesting to happen later. For now Rucks had a plane to catch.

Jordan Black San Francisco, California
Jordan received the message and damn near crashed the car, out of shock of suddenly a message appearing before him and also no one apparently told the guy that sending a distracting message while driving is a recipe for disaster, but Jordan digressed after reading the two little words that the message entailed he threw it around in his head a little "Chaos ensues." He said to himself over and over again thinking it over but he tossed that all in the back seat of his mind when he got to his sisters apartment.

What he found shocked him, the door had been beaten off it's hinges and inside were his sister and nephew they had fresh blood around their mouth and had apparently dragged a neighbor inside and consumed him, disgusted and a little frightened he called for them "You guys okay?" He yelled, but instead of answering in reply they turned for him and immediately came after him Jordan pulled his gun and hesitated a mistake he's made on more than one occasion that has nearly cost him his life, his sister took him to the floor with an unnatural amount of strength his gun falling out of his hands but something happened. Jordan summoned up a large amount of strength and spring kicked his sister off of him, she went soaring through the air and hit her head against the wall with so much force her skull cracked open and her brain slid out onto the floor, now free of his sister he crawled for his gun and shot his nephew twice in head effectively killing him. The chaos that ensued calmed him to the point where Jordan doubted he was human he questioned himself "Where did that strength come from, and why do i not feel a thing?" feeling like a monster Jordan ran out of the apartment enraged at whoever started this, as well as himself.