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Lucifer kept a calm countenance as if hearing the Näkki’s name didn’t phase him. He took a long look at the picture of the dead boy, seeming a touch sympathetic as he slid the sheet back across the table. [color=990033]“I have no problem with your organization, Mister Nijimura. The recent murders are very concerning to me; they’ve been… unusual. Mortals come and go, but it seems that the dead are more like us. I assume this dead Yakuza was of your nature.”[/color] He nodded as if he knew everything, assuming immediately that Hayato was one of the werewolf gangsters that had come into his town. 
Lucifer winced at the mention of [i]that man[/i], the simple mention enough to crack his façade for just a moment. Recentering himself, he unconsciously traced his fingertips over the nearly-invisible healed scar left on his cheek. [color=990033]“I have nothing to hide from you or your men; I know who you’re speaking of, but I’m not inclined to surrender my claim simply because you ask. I’m sure if I had come here demanding you submit your most trusted men to my blade, we would have a disagreement.”[/color] He took a leather cigar case from his pocket and withdrew a plain-looking cigarillo. He lit it and took a puff, offering a reticent yet soft-eyed look. [color=990033]“Go on. Tell me about the boy. It was in the alley, hm?”[/color][hr][color=cc3300]“It’s a bit far.”[/color] Evren responded, acknowledging that they had quite different concepts of things like scale and the ordinary. [color=cc3300]“Across the ocean, much further than Germany or Rome.”[/color]
The cabin was quite small, about twelve feet by twelve feet long on each side with a repurposed metal porch door facing out to the lake. The smell of lemon and vinegar seemed to permeate out from the perimeter of the room, where a few waterproof plastic bins were stacked next to a ladder leading up to a shallow loft. A toolbox was sat atop one bin, ajar. Beside the door was a pile of books in various states of deterioration strewn out from an overturned box.
[color=cc3300]“I live very quietly, these days. I read, mostly. I enjoy my peace and go to town when it suits me.”[/color] Evren replied, closing the scrapbook. [color=cc3300]“Are you… looking for something?”[/color][hr][color=silver]“Yep, born and raised. Just never picked up much of an accent.”[/color] Beck replied, turning to properly face a very uncomfortable-looking Nessa. The ravenette was almost hypnotic, even in this weakened state. A thought formed in the back of her mind, a tiny wish to keep Hayato away from her. That guy was up to something weird, something very dangerous; she sensed something criminal and corrupt in his actions, perhaps he was even working with that creepy Progenitor. God, this town got worse the more she thought about it. [color=silver]“You can tag along with me, if you want.”[/color]
As soon as she blurted it out she had to laugh, if only to relieve her own embarrassment. [color=silver]“I do mean it, though. Just surprised myself.”[/color] She said, recovering. [color=silver]“Small state, not a lot of places to get lost unless you like camping. And no offense, but I don’t think you’ll get too far walking.”[/color][hr][color=black]“Solve et coagula?”[/color] Haddie repeated, not sure he heard that right, but if he did, he knew what that meant. He wiped the symbols off of his arms like it was no big deal. [color=black]“I don’t know the guy, but I know the magic. That’s alchemy, but to use it directly for necromancy…”[/color]
He seemed lost in thought for a moment, before swinging his bag to the ground and kneeling to dig through its contents. [color=black]“They’d have to be very strong. Very strong.”[/color]