Riding around in the general direction J took off, Mia finally manges to make him out hunkered down in one of the back streets. Giving the place a quick once over, she waits on her bike, keeping an eye on J as he works his mojo. He seemed very intent, the bumbling and stumbling gone from his demeanor, a much harder and in a way bitter look in his face. With confidence he called out into the realms beyond, commanding a kami into his presence and dealing with it short and sharp liek scapel. Perhaps, despite his look, this was no burned out mojo slinger. This man seemed... dangerous. What was it that made him tick, and why oh why, had had he seemed so broken...