[center][h1][color=FFD700][b]Ahmicqui[/b][/color][/h1][/center]
[color=FFD700]“Hooooh.. It is so much more than that..” [/color]The bronze-skinned man chuckled in response to the servant’s inquiry. Taking a bold step forward to match and then surpass the pace of the arched dyed in red. For a creature whose life was to be measured in centuries, not years, he certainly did not look the part. Even with his youth preserved, his sense of taste had certainly not endured if it was ever there. Clad in a flamboyant loose shirt, adorned with a pattern of colourful parrots, monkeys and butterflies frolicking amongst flowers, leafs and vines. A man of many contrasts when the entire range of colours was likely to be present on his shirt. His shorts seemed to match his shirt, seeming to be an extension of the print of his shirt. A cheap white sun visor obscured his forehead, while a pair of wide-rimmed sunglasses veiled his sickly yellow eyes.

The drag of his sandals marking his step before the ageless creature spun before Archer, spreading his arms wide as if to draw in his attention. [color=FFD700]“‘Tis only natural that you already enjoy yourself, for we stand upon the battlefield of the modern age. Your keen instinct is whispering hidden truths in moments that demanded years of mine to grasp.”[/color] And in an almost practiced way he spun to stand side by side with the servant, slinging an arm over Archer’s shoulder, leaning his head forward, lowering his voice as if to draw the heroic spirit in for a secret. [color=FFD700]“In this age, all men are alchemists, capable of transmuting blood into coin. Endowing it with their life and time. Sacrificing them to purchase hope, to acquire greater value.. To become more than what they were before.”
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The ageless creature cocked his head, canting it while raising an eyebrow before humming with approval. [color=FFD700]“Of course.. My dear friend. Who would I be to deny one such as yourself the simple pleasures of being man. Reap the tastes from this land they call Paradise, and know the way of modern man.”[/color] Patting the servant on the back before withdrawing his arm. [color=FFD700]“No.. wait.”[/color] The humour of his voice seared away, replaced with a low and more grave tone. [color=FFD700]“We should go together, it is only proper to do so.”[/color] And just as quickly his voice returned to its usual calm but pleased tone. 

Ahmicqui’s gaze rarely wandered from his red companion, seeming more tempered in comparison to Archer. The mark of a practiced city-dweller, so accustomed to its pace and sights that they grow invisible to the dweller. [color=FFD700]“There is honesty in this city, for all know the truth and yet many permit themselves to be blinded by the light. Yet it cannot be denied that this city will cease to be when the altars of its vaults run dry of wealth. To return to becoming a wasteland once more, just like the world will, once the soil has forgotten the taste of blood.” [/color]

[color=FFD700]“But it is as you say, as long the strong draw their kindred, the soil shall always remain damp.. And I welcome it. May we be given the opportunity to garden this land to linger a little longer. Yet let us not be too hasty, for there is much to consider... and courtesies to be exchanged.”[/color] He licked his lips, for the first time the ageless creature’s gaze did not linger on the man he holds as his companion.

His eyes narrowed, before a split second offered a hearty but still controlled burst of laughter at the servant’s inquiry.[color=FFD700] “You surely do not hold back.. Nevertheless, I shall indulge you.. Not with an answer, but an invitation.”[/color] Ahmicqui snickered wickedly while a grin lingered on his lips for a touch longer. [color=FFD700]“No, I do insist.. It is rare that I get to sit and eat with one who consumes the food of humans not out of compulsion.. But mere curiosity.”[/color] He finished with a pleasant lilt to his voice. 

Ahmicqui made a show looking around the streets of the City of Sin, narrowing his eyes before exclaiming with an dramatized [color=FFD700]“Ah! Now that might just suit my purpose.” [/color]The place the master had chosen was not some upscale restaurant, or even some local establishment. Rather it was a typical brand burger joint, one they would have likely already had the chance of crossing a half dozen of its other local branch counterparts. In a matter of minutes, the servant returned with two plastic platters of the usual suspects, including a thick juicy burger. [color=FFD700]“You have seen, heard, felt and smelled the new world.. But you have yet to taste it. So indulge.. I do insist.” [/color]