[@LordofthePies]

Renal seemed elated to hear Valvius so committed to this, perhaps the draconian captain should have pushed him sooner "[color=6ecff6]Of course, now that you have committed there is no chance I will let you out it now[/color]." A toothy grin accompanied a jolly voice, it was the best news that Renal had all day. Just a little happiness in the this time of dark for the old captain "[color=6ecff6]You have no idea how happy this is gonna make her, Valvius[/color]." The time was coming soon that Renal would have to depart "I hate to cut this celebration short but I must retu---" His speech was cut off by the entrance of one of your stranger, more [i]expressive[/i] customers but this man was a sort of local celebrity on the verge of international fame. [b][i]The Patron of the Five Senses[/i][/b] was his self-given title, as he was a near-master of cooking, tailoring, music, various forms of art, and even fragrant aromas used in candles and perfume. His mane of black hair was always looked full and tediously taken care of, while his dress was always unique no matter the colors or fabric. He was a man who liked to stand out in a crowd and the way he entered made it known "[color=ed145b]Valvi[/color]!" He energetically exclaimed as he entered, a bent piece of metal in his outstretched hands. After his grandiose entrance he finally noticed "[color=ed145b]Oh and Captain Renal as well? Today must be my lucky day[/color]." Renal seemed to see right through him "[color=6ecff6]Sorry to cut this short Vocere, but I must be going. Bye Valvius, I will see you tomorow[/color]." He spoke courtesy to Valvius before leaving through the door.

While Renal's vists were always on a kind systematic schedule, Vocere never came at the exact same time twice and never with the same object twice "[color=ed145b]Lots of bark on that one...anyway Valvi I need you to mend this metal into a smooth shape again[/color]." He show-cased a curved metal plate with several large dents in along the surface and the edge of one curved the opposite way "[color=ed145b]I was working on a piece as usual but I made a mistake. I would mend it if I could but I figured you'd do a better job[/color]." He would talk and talk if left alone with another person, it was just the nature of his eccentric attitude. The opposite of Valvius one could say.

[@rush99999]
Emile eyebrows furrowed, perhaps holding back his anguish, as Jacoby replied with wise words and released the pressure he was putting on his face "[color=violet]You are right. Wondering why will get us nowhere when the twisted fiend is still lurking the streets[/color]." You have never seen Emile so fired up or distraught about anything like this before, even his father's death fell short to the anguish the young peace-keeper was feeling. Emile just kept looking at the dismembered and mutilated body of Cyth, how many more times would he see this before the killer was caught? The message was clear at least. No one was out of the Blood Angel's reach. No one could safely hide anymore if he was able to take down Cyth and Abraham.

The peace-keeper's head turned over see the magister for himself "[color=violet]Perhaps some answers as well[/color]." Meanwhile Bradamante simply nodded, not moving a single inch from his post. Sentinels were beings that acted like normal people, but had their own unique connection to each other. As Emile approached the Vey and the magister, their conversation seemed to naturally conclude "[color=00a651]This is Magister Arcen. He will bring us to the missing magnus core[/color]." Vey said straight to the point as always. Magister Valtair loomed a few inches above the two, and with Vey's shorter figure it made it almost comical the difference between them "[color=darkgray]A pleasure to meet you, Global Peace-Keeper and his trusted bodyguard Jacoby Drexlehand[/color]." His voice was deep and nearly sounded as if two voice occupied the same body. Emile accepted his introduction, he just wanted answers "[color=violet]Will you be able to find the core[/color]?" He spoke with no reservations. The Demji solemnly smiled, seemingly unfazed by the scene behind the two "[color=darkgray]I have studied this artifacts for most of my life. I shall find it[/color]." He made his way past them and approached the un-animated armor. Bradamante finally moved, stepping out of the Demji's way looking at Jacoby to let him know he had made his peace. Arcen crouched over the 'corpse' of Abraham, holding both hands over them as a soft,blue light shone from his palms and his eyes closed shut "[color=darkgray]It shall take me a moment. A magnus core is a concentrated mass of arcane energy and this body is its containment unit. I will be able to follow the trail of magic once I understand its essence[/color]." He spoke almost quietly, clearly trying to concentrate. Emile was unaware that such methods existed for tracking these things, it have never been need so his interest shown in the magister's methods.

[@Mystery Bard]

It might have been a trick of the light but you may have caught a slight blush as Helene made her way to counter again, perhaps at the unrestrained way you observed her power. Vampires once thrived on deceiving appearances and sugar-coated words to lure their victims in where their overpowering strength could take over away from bystanders. The way the Vampire girl looked it seemed like she barely thought anything of it. After he had given his thanks, she did exactly what he asked and placed them back in their original arrangement before returning. When he had finally decided to answer, she listened intently despite the general attitude of his reasons.

She hesitated seeming not to know herself, but arrived at an answer anyway "[color=f7976a]It sounds like you are very passionate about your work[/color]." She first stated with a gentle smile "[color=f7976a]I guess you could say I was curious, my sisters are very strict with my education but as soon as read about the Elixir of Life...I just wanted to give it a try[/color]." She seemed a little down about it, what could it be that she hoped this dangerous concoction would do for her?

[@Assallya]

Valtair held up his hand and gently shook his head "[color=662d91]Not this time, I'm afraid.[/color]" His friendly tone did not cover up the seriousness of his visits, it almost always involved a question or two revolving around the Blood Angel. At this point, the casual formalities held between you two were almost a sort of small game before the real talk started. However, today Valtair didn't seem keen on waiting through them "[color=92278f]I was wondering if any rumors have come your way about a magnus core in the black market[/color]." He asked the question like it was asking for a extra cube of sugar for a cup of tea.

The black market was the last vestige of true, organized crime in the world spanning the every land and loosely held together by money and blood ties. The largest player in the game was known as simply as the [i][b]Banshee[/b][/i] but you know her public name as Catherine St. Claire. She had met you only once before to establish a [i]diplomatic connection[/i], since anything you want she has. However, no rumors of such a priceless object has been passed onto you.