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[color=990033]“Just a kid. Isn’t that cruel?”[/color] Lucifer remarked sympathetically, taking a long drag on his cigarillo. [color=990033]“When you’re so weathered and worn from this hellish world, there’s nothing like having someone who looks up to you. To take an inferior under your wing, so to speak; leadership is a quite possessive and empowering drug. But they take a part of you, too, don’t they? A part you never get back when you fail them.”[/color]
He turned and coughed softly, and returned his gaze with a placid look. [color=990033]“Understand something, Mister Nijimura. This is a place of the mortal and the supernatural, striking the natural balance these forces have maintained even before the veil broke. Everything that happens here is thousands of years in the making, though I suppose that might not mean much when it comes to mob justice.”[/color] He waved his hand as if to dismiss his own words, making swirls in the smoke lingering in the air. As he spoke, little cracks in his even composure seemed to surface; barely perceptible cracking and straining as he spoke, slightly jittery movements, indicating something unstable bubbling beneath the surface. [color=990033]“Blood for blood, as it’s always been. Revenge is as natural as birth and death, but nothing comes freely; I need you to swear something to me for this information.”[/color][hr]Evren blinked. [color=cc3300]"(Just like that, eh?)"[/color] he asked, setting the book from town on top of the pile beside him as if it had a perfect place in the mess. He stepped over the green clumps of hair on the floor and reached into the open toolbox to grab a little pair of springy pruning shears that may have looked like a strange dull blade to Aava next to a recognizable knife. [color=cc3300]"(Do you want any help? These might be a little easier to use.)"[/color][hr]Beck was cavalier in her dealings, not for a lack of concern but for a surplus of presumption. She had every confidence in her own skills; if it came down to it, she could fight Nessa and win. At least she believed she could. This sort of arrogance gave Beck a strange generosity, willing to help anyone who might need it and being unafraid of the repercussions. 
She nodded in understanding and pushed herself off the wall. [color=silver]"It'll only be a few days, I have to get some work together. I still have business here but, yeah, I definitely need a change of scenery too."[/color] Beck agreed. [color=silver]"The VW is out this way; I guess I'll pull around to the front so you can go grab whatever you need to get going. How does that sound?"[/color][hr]Haddie said nothing, barely hearing Duckie at all as his attention was focused on his bag. Finally he withdrew a leather-bound book secured with twine, and flipped to a looseleaf lined paper with a traced image on it. [color=black]"Did it look like [url=https://i.pinimg.com/originals/26/33/15/263315386f0c278341963c08bbc02921.jpg]this[/url]?"[/color] he asked, holding the paper out to the unsettled skeleton, gaze steely.