To say that the man across the counter was less than thrilled with my presence might well be something of an understatement, I suppose I don't really mind his...apathetic look, I'm used to it, to a certain extent. After all most men are very rarely ever thrilled to see me and yet normally there is at least a woman in the room they are aiming to defend from me. I am very pretty after all and ever so persuasive when I want to be, I suppose. As for why this Davante seemed so unimpressed I am not entirely sure, maybe the constant clutter that he surrounds himself in has result in a bout of depression. I would be depressed if I had to live....like this. Maybe the look upon my features was entirely enough to assure the man that I wasn't exactly...er....taken with his form of business and yet really if he just cleaned a little it would at least offer a more inviting storefront. Maybe it's supposed to be uninviting I really don't know, nor am I sure I can continue to assess my actual surroundings, any longer spent focusing on them and I am not overly sure my rather unique....mindset can exist within it any longer without ordering...something. I let my attention wander back towards the other man, rather determined to actually keep my focus on him despite the myriad of distractions that swarmed in every direction. This was why I never came into the office, this was why I worked almost entirely from home despite Kat's continued bemoaning of the fact. I can't do....distractions, my mind simply does not work that way and this place was vastly, well, lets go with 'overstimulating' it sounds far nicer then any of the other descriptions I had managed to conjure.

The mention of Azrael at least seems to capture my companions attention, the smirk that crossed his features not one I was entirely thrilled with, but a decent smirk is not exactly a skill everyone possesses, my own features kept as neutral as I could fathom when surrounded by a bacteria trap on every angle- at least until the mention of blood and bodies saw one eye lift beneath the lens of my Ray Bans.

"What?"

It was hardly my most eloquent of sentences, my mind rather rapidly having begun to assume that he was some sort of...hit man, or at least, Azrael had given me this address entirely with the purpose of ensuring I never came back. To be honest I am not truly sure why he went to so much effort. My hunting skills are significantly, well, less developed then my other skills. Had Azrael actually wanted to get rid of me he would have been far better simply shooting me when I wasn't looking, or throwing one of those knives he seemed forever wielding. Maybe all Hunters were fascinated with knives- I never did understand that. Then again I am not even entirely sure what creature the man before me is, my Hunter Senses or whatever it is they are called always were a little defective.

"I don't want you to kill anything and I'm rather inclined to keep my shirt- but thank you."

I truly hope he is not going to leap over the counter and attack me, to be honest I would hardly put it past him, maybe Azrael was simply trying to get me beaten up- how dreadfully impolite. At least he seemed to be the person I was looking for, even despite his flourish for...bodies.

"I don't want to traffic organs or anything- organic as you put it, in fact, I need something that's quite the opposite. I'm working on a- well, it hardly matters what it is, I just need a few parts. Let me show you."

One hand simply reached up to reach inside my jacket pocket, pulling out several mobile phones, a small, disc like object with far to many wires exploding out of it along with a single, fingerless glove. Perhaps that is the singe benefit of my condition, an ability to....think a little differently, moving to place the items on the desk before the other man.

"I need a titanium based chip for this, they don't make them in this country, I am hoping you might be able to at least....find one somewhere if you don't have one already, I also need a series of metal sheets, small, card sized- a combination of silver and iron ideally along with a few cables and someone with a knowledge of wiring and re-wiring. How good are you on a computer?"

I paused in my list, gaze flicking up to his own, one hand moving to flick away a few strands of the golden brown hair that had fallen into my gaze before gesturing loosely towards one of the many mobile phones on the table.

"I keep trying to hac- er...borrow information from a specific part of the Hunting Council's database, a part they don't seem to want me to look at if you follow, the security on it is a bit more decent then normal, surprising really, given the vast majority of people within it still run around with swords. Either way, it has a firedoor system, I can get in one side, but it, lets say, shuts me out on the other. I need a second person with at least basic computer skills to help me- you do have internet in here don't you?"

Whether he actually possessed any real skill in anything other then disorganised shelving space and banging metal with a hammer I hardly knew, surely he could follow instruction though and to be honest I can hardly ask another Hunter to do it lest I accidentally...implicate them, not that I have any true desire to actually get caught doing it. I am entirely assured this Council will rue the day it 'invited' me to be a part of their organisation. I suppose I was helping them- I the long run, but if they wanted me to be useful then I was going to do it my way. My way just happens to be a little- non-traditional by their standards.

"I also need magnets. A lot of magnets actually, I think- honestly how do you function in this work space?"

Well, it was bound to happen, I really cannot actually discuss business surrounded by this clutter, one hand moving to run back through my hair before reaching for the nearest stack of....whatever this was, sticks? Some sort of...incense? Honestly I hardly know, my other hand moving to grasp a stack of...what appeared to be daggers before rapidly beginning to sort them by size across the counter, the incense sticks (I assume they are incense) sorted by colour and placed beside the newly sorted pile of daggers before beginning to rearrange the rest of the desk in alphabetical order. There. At least we could actually work now that there was space.

"Have you ever seen Yu-Gi-Oh? It is like a child's card game with monsters."

The question has a point. I promise, my mind merely enjoys leaping from one thing to the next rather rapidly- often without a visible connection- the price of brilliance I suppose as an easy grin worked its way onto my lips. I easily flared the phone into life, free hand reaching for the disc-like object with the wires sprouting from every direction, handing it towards the other man.

"This needs internet- where is your modem? Also, your not a serial killer are you?"


k o h l
so you want to play with magic?