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[Evrant-Knight]

Just as the all female team were about to set off for Royal Avenue, Isaac approached Vayle, his free hand been given a green light, then proceeded to touch her on the forehead for a few seconds before taking Eligor back from Adriana. Both groups soon went their separate ways, walking it opposite directions. Vayle was confused as to why he did that, although due to the intensity of the light, her vision went slightly green tinted a while before it subsided.

The mood was rather silent as the group got closer towards their destination. A few cars had passed their way, an occasional odd look from time to time, but no one seemed scared by the group. Suddenly the silence was broken as a song started playing.

...Baby come back
Any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you
Baby come back
You can blame it all on me...

Isabelle turned round, and saw Sophia look slightly embarrassed, but then slammed the card shut, creating a somewhat loud clapping noise that drew odd looks from the others. Sophia then ripped the cover off the card, looking as though she was about to explode.

"What was that all about Sophia?" Isabelle asked.

 

[Terratina.]

Eligor felt somewhat at a loss, the other two gentlemen that been on the other mission, but introductions had not been made. Still, at least Walton Street was more specific than just the whole of Westminster. But was it just Walton Street or the little side-streets that snaked along it as well? Nevertheless, it was too late for introductions now, and Eligor began to scan the auras of the area. If Isabelle wanted the Kouza threat nipped in the bid, then this job was best done quickly.

 

[Ultraman950]

"What was that all about Sophia?"

"No-thinnng," Sophia said through her teeth. "Just... spam. Where's a trashcan?"

She started looking furiously around for one, and upon finding one, she crumpled the card up and slammed it into it. "Let's go. Let's just go. Walking calms me down."

 

[MortifiedPenguin]

The bartender only looked up once he had finished cleaning the glass he had in his hands, making sure that last few wipes would leave it sparkling. He pointed to the door at a door leading to the back of the pub

"Sure thing. It's right back there"

He then went back to his work, cleaning the rest of the glasses, wiping the top of the bar, making sure the drunks were topped up.

Eliezer quickly entered the small room, it was cramped to say the least. Nothing but the phone perched on a small wooden table with a yellow pages adjacent to it occupied the room. He picked up the phone and hoped he remembered the number correctly, it had to be the right one, after all, the demon he was calling wasn't prone to moving around. He dialled the number and placed the phone in the nook between his neck and shoulder.

"Hello," A woman's voice said over the phone.

"Bel, it's me Eliezer. I need you're help with something" He said quietly, not wanting the barman to hear.

"Well it's about time, how long has it been, 5? 10 years?" The voice had changed to a man's now, "So what do you need my help with? And where have you been all this time?"

"Look, I'd rather talk in person, it's still that place in Chelsea right?"

"Yeah"

"Good, I'll see you in a bit then, I might take a while since I'll have to walk. Bye"

With that he hang up and left the pub, it had taken longer then he'd hoped, but the barman shouldn't have heard anything. So if he was reporting to DICE then he should be in the clear. It would take at least an hour to get to Chelsea from Euston Road, probably longer. Well, on the bright side at least he'd get to stretch his legs.

 

[Shadowstar38]

"Let's go. Let's just go. Walking calms me down."

Adriana look as if she wanted to say something, but Sophia looked for too upset. So she just looked forward and kept walking until she saw anything resembling a demon.

What everyone did see, however, was a young boy standing outside an office building. He was looking up as if something interesting was on the second floor, and as soon as any of them got close, they could see an assortment of picks and cutting tools laying next to the opened front door.
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Isaac's team began searching the main roads for any sign of a demon. with Eligor guiding them. This eventually lead them to an older looking building with a locked door. Isaac knocked twice.
no answer. He knocked several more times louder. Still no answer.

After 2 minutes of this, he got fed up and cut the door down with the sword, then stepped inside for a peek.

"Jeez it's dark in here..."

 

[Ruedyn]

Kain was pretending to stare through a window at some suit that looked expensive. The man in white was speaking to someone, as far as he could tell. They weren't exactly quiet, but the cars engine still muffled them. All he could pick up is something about Azkar and a problematic man. Richard and him were the only ones with her. Kain figured he could take the man in white, but Richard was a scientist who didn't appear to be armed.
The thought came that he should warn him, but without contact info, that'd be difficult. Direct confrontation with the men seemed like a bad idea, but he went for it anyways, perhaps he could stop them here?
"Excuse me gentlemen," Kain said casually, picking up a seat and moving it to their table,
"What man are we talking about here? Before any hostile actions, please keep in mind there are witnesses about, and I can take a bullet easily. Tasers are and even worse idea." He smiled affably, but his eyes had a dangerous light to them, one which said 'I had an ace up his sleeve and the will to use it, witnesses be damned.'

 

[IFS]

"Jeez it's dark in here..."

Garath flung a small glowing orb of light into the room, illuminating the room. He stood outside the house, keeping watch for people that might accuse them of breaking and entering.

"That better?" he asked, silently wondering how Eligor felt about being used to open a door, not a terribly dignified use of a demonic sword, Isaac's foot could have worked just as well, in fact he probably could have just portalled to the other side.

 

[Shadowstar38]

"Excuse me gentlemen," Kain said casually, picking up a seat and moving it to their table, "What man are we talking about here? Before any hostile actions, please keep in mind there are witnesses about, and I can take a bullet easily. Tasers are and even worse idea."

The man in the gas mask tensed up, looking ready to call Kain's bluff. The man in white, however, waved his hand at his friend, causing to keep his seat, but still looked as if he was ready to attack. The man in white spoke first with a smile on his face and the same calm manner he spoke to Azkar with.

"We were just discussing some business we have going on. Before you found yourself so inclined as to cut in that is. So. What exactly is it you hope to gain by coming here?"

 

[Evrant-Knight]

"No-thinnng." Sophia said through her teeth, obviously nervous about what was on the card. "Just... spam. Where's a trashcan?"

"Fair enough Sophia, if that is how you want to play it." Isabelle remarked bluntly as the group soon carried on. After a while, the group saw a young boy standing near an office building. He was looking up towards the second floor. But when they got closer though, they saw a series of picks and various cutting tools laying next to an the opened front door. She approached the young child with carefulness.

"What so interesting up there then little one?" Isabelle asked politely as they got closer.

 

[Ruedyn]

"We were just discussing some business we have going on. Before you found yourself so inclined as to cut in that is. So. What exactly is it you hope to gain by coming here?"
"Peace of mind." Kain sat back in his chair, so long as the man in white kept his calm, words would do,
"You know about my friends injury, which you shouldn't, you think one of our agents is a demon, something civilians shouldn't know exist, and you say there is a problematic man. Also your friend is wearing a gas mask, which has nothing to do with this but is curious enough for me to bring it up." he smiled, keeping his hands under the table, ready to flip it in a fight, if it came to that.

 

[Shadowstar38]

"You know about my friends injury, which you shouldn't, you think one of our agents is a demon, something civilians shouldn't know exist, and you say there is a problematic man. Also your friend is wearing a gas mask, which has nothing to do with this but is curious enough for me to bring it up."

"Fair enough. I guess I owe it to you to at least inform you on why I think it was a demon attack"

The man in white put his arms on the table and folded his hands.

"I took interest in your friend as soon as I saw see was injured. Her lack of mobility was hard to miss, if I may be blunt. But I also noticed something was...off. At the base of the cut for each limb, some magical residue from an aura was lingering. Anyone with an advanced enough study of the arcane can spot it. However, this aura was darked and twisted in a very demonic way"

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar rolled around on the couch for a bit with the phone. Then plopped it on the floor with her bag next to the couch. "I left a message with D.I.C.E for Kain to get patched through to us when he tries to make contact next." Azkar then rolled off the couch on purpose and dragged herself over to the little bar fridge "Hope you don't mind." She reached in and took out a wine bottle, she didn't bother reading what it was, she took a bottle opener from near the fridge and got the cork out, then took a swig from the bottle. When she lowered it she caught Richard looking at her "What? I kept my manners in the restaurant didn't I? Plus you drinking in front of me when I can't is rude."

Azkar carefully made her way back over and sat against the couch "This couch sure is comfy, you were right. There's more stuff in there if you're in the mood, by the way." Azkar took another swig from the bottle and picked up her phone, then put it back down. "I wonder how long Kain will take..."

 

[Ruedyn]

"I took interest in your friend as soon as I saw see was injured. Her lack of mobility was hard to miss, if I may be blunt. But I also noticed something was...off. At the base of the cut for each limb, some magical residue from an aura was lingering. Anyone with an advanced enough study of the arcane can spot it. However, this aura was darked and twisted in a very demonic way"
"So, you study arcane energy? I know DICE picks up on that sort of thing quickly, and you seem to be a professional. You still haven't answered how you know magic or demons exist, or why your friend is wearing something so conspicuous." Kain started to consider the man in white as an actual threat now.

 

[DarkRawen]

"What? I kept my manners in the restaurant didn't I? Plus you drinking in front of me when I can't is rude."

She did have a point, but he was used to more... grace when people drank wine. Still, he guessed it had been a bit rude for him to drink when she couldn't.

"This couch sure is comfy, you were right. There's more stuff in there if you're in the mood, by the way." Azkar took another swig from the bottle and picked up her phone, then put it back down. "I wonder how long Kain will take..."

Richard looked at her phone, and went to get a really small bottle of white wine. He found the proper glass, and poured the drink into it. "Hey, you tried to get ahold of the main office, right? Is it okay if I try to get through to--- well, the chief, whatever his name is? I need to try something. It won't take long, I promise," he asked, tilting his head. He swirled the white wine, and took a sip while holding out his hand for Azkar to lay her phone in it.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

Azkar flicked the phone onto the couch and skulled half the bottle, lowering it and coughing. "This stuff tastes like ash." She frowned at the bottle and drank more anyway, shrugging. "Do what you want, can you put me back on the couch please?" Azkar lazily raised her arm. She was starting to feel fairly detached and fuzzy. Surely it took longer to get drunk, didn't it?

 

[Shadowstar38]

"So, you study arcane energy? I know DICE picks up on that sort of thing quickly, and you seem to be a professional. You still haven't answered how you know magic or demons exist, or why your friend is wearing something so conspicuous."

"So you are from DICE. Well that answers one question."

The man looked over at his associate in the mask.

"Mister Grimjow doesn't hold the same level of personal style I do. I don't hold it against him. And I myself learned of the demon threat after having been attacked by one myself in my youth. A very kind gentleman found me after that and instructed on how to combat them"

 

[DarkRawen]

"Do what you want, can you put me back on the couch please?"

"Yeah, sure," Richard said, and put her back into the sofa. "There ya go, I won't use a lot of time, I'll just---" he stopped when he had dialed the number he could remember had been drilled into his brain his first week at DICE. He did have a phone, but after he joined DICE it hadn't been used. After a short while someone answered, that someone being the chief of his division in division 6. "Hey, you're still at work right? It's Richard Johnson, I have a few things to say," he smirked with a dumb confidence. "One, you people did drain my blood, I know you did. Two, I'll be taking a week off in France, and thirdly, I want DICE to pay for it." His speech wasn't slurred, but he sounded... different from usual, more direct and actually somewhat demanding.

"Mr. Johnson, I---"
"Also, we're currently investigating something, so it's not really a vacation-- and I have a few other people here. I'd say apart from doing something you have advised me to, I'm not being idle, and I could still reveal the fact that my research back home was stripped after I went to DICE. I may or may not be able to prove that it happened, but I most definitely are willing to try. What I'm trying to say is... pay for the hotel."
"Have you been drinking? Look, Mr. Johnson, since you have been a valuable employee these months, I might be willing to let DICE take some of the costs. Just don't drink too much or go somewhere expensive."
"Yeah, sure," Richard said, looking around the suite and only now noticing that there was a huge painting that looked expensive. "Whatever you say, boss." He ended the call and gave the phone to Azkar. Richard then gave her a nudge.

"Much better, you want to do something a bit more interesting?" he asked her, already being a bit bored.

 

[Ruedyn]

"So you are from DICE. Well that answers one question."
Kain winced slightly, hopefully too fast to pick up. Played my hand too quickly...
"Mister Grimjow doesn't hold the same level of personal style I do. I don't hold it against him. And I myself learned of the demon threat after having been attacked by one myself in my youth. A very kind gentleman found me after that and instructed on how to combat them"
"Thanks for the name. Yours would be lovely, provided we drop the hostilities." Kain smiled affably again, looking at Grimjow.

 

[Azkar Almsivi]

"Thank you." Azkar smiled and took her jacket off, carefully removing the gun and laying them both next to her bag. Then she gave a little wince and pulled her shirt off, she had a bruise across some of her ribs "I didn't conceal the gun very well... Oww." She took another drink, poking her tongue out. "Tastes a little better, but still..." Azkar seemed to lose track of what she was thinking about. She suddenly grabbed her chest and inched closer to Richard "I told you my underwear had fairies on it!" Azkar was slurring a bit and her eyes were a little glassed over.

"Much better, you want to do something a bit more interesting?"
Azkar gave Richard a bemused expression. Then gave an evil smirk "Knowing you, that probably just came out dirtier than it was supposed to. Either way..." Azkar leaned against Richard looking up at him "What did you have in mind?"

 

[Shadowstar38]

"Thanks for the name. Yours would be lovely, provided we drop the hostilities."

Grimjow cross his arms; apparently upset that the other man had given his name so freely. The man in white was still as smirky as ever.

"That would be the polite thing now wouldn't it? You may call me William Blight. And who may I ask am I speaking to?"