[b][i]Maria Hamada[/i][/b]

"This happens often," Maria spoke to the handsome black man with dreadlocks. "Ghosts and Ghost infestations are basically the equivalent of roaches here. And, yes, I did just offer a high price to help get rid of them at speed. By the way, my name is Maria Hamada; I am an Alchemist. And by that, I can make magical compounds that have various effects, but they are expensive, and transmuting lead to gold is not cost-effective - it's possible, but you spend more than you gain." [i]Unless the right Yokai gives his horn willingly, of course.[/i] She would then continue:

"So, what's your name?" The woman would then turn to the pervert prepositioning her, the silver-haired guy, and say, sort of nicely:

"Sorry, I'm too expensive for you. And by too expensive, my goals are to start an academy for Chaser-Alchemists, so the only way I'll go to your table is if you promise me an academy building and/or students. Preferably orphans." Yes, Maria was discussing dubious transactions involving orphaned children in the middle of a bar full of Chasers, some of whom might be moral. 

[i]Reckless! Do you want people to wreck your shit?[/i] Maria's sensible side said.

[i]Hey, at least I'm talking to people and have a conversation topic instead of just standing there all 'dark and edgy',[/i] her 'main mind' replied. [i]And you never know, maybe Mr. Sleazeball might have the resources needed to found an Academy. I'll sleep with him on the infestimally small chance that happens.[/i]

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